Kingmaker - Order from Chaos [IC]

[Firedog]

The Grand Cavalcade of Explorers is a vibrant celebration with plenty of food, drink, music, and dancing. Around the fairground, games of chance and skill have plenty of customers, and the activity around the merchant stalls is frantic. As holders of a Royal Charter, you were given a purple and red sash upon entrance, along with a small token that allows you free food and wine - nobody said anything about limits, and some of you are determined to find them!

As the party moves into its second hour, a loud trumpeting signals the arrival of Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius, the current elected leader of Restov. He enters as one might expect, exaggerated smiles and wave, shaking hands, saying hello, and generally behaving like a popular politician should. After only a few minutes of procession, he bounds up a small staircase to a stage. Nodding to a robed man, the Lord Mayor speaks, "Friends, citizens, and volunteers, is everyone having fun at this Grand Cavalcade tonight?" Thunderous applause and cheering gives him the response he seeks.

"Excellent, I am humbled by your gratitude." he exclaims with a deep bow. Standing up again, he pulls a small piece of paper from his pocket and continues speaking, "We come together today to celebrate a new chapter in our nation's history. A chapter of courage, decisiveness, and heroic deeds. A chapter in which no person can say 'the old days are gone'! No, friends, this chapter will tell the story of how we go into unknown lands full of danger, and not only live to tell the tale, but eradicate the vicious evil that dwells there! We shall be a shining light of honorable civilization into those lands of darkness!"

The crowd goes wild again, cheering loudly, with many chanting 'Restov! Restov! Restov!' The Lord Mayor heads that off, "Nay my fellow citizens, though I share your passion for our great city, we should not chant our own name, but those of the heroes who journey forth!"

He looks down at the paper in his hand and begins calling off names. Those called are ushered up on stage, shake the Lord Mayor's hand, then stand behind him. Soon, the people called to the stage have separated from one another and are standing in three distinct groups behind the Lord Mayor.

Before you have a chance to consider it further, the Lord Mayor is calling your name!

{{GM OOC: Please let us know what your character has been doing at the Grand Cavalcade, provide a physical description, and then have them hear their name called, and walk up the stage.}}

[Barebates]

On the edge of the festivities stands a strong, attractive, albeit rather short, long haired man. He wears a green dragon scale breast plate bearing the Medvyed crest and is leaning on a long stick. Normally Kargian loves being out and about, dancing, singing, and drinking among the crowd, but recent news has led him to be a little more reserved today. He sticks to the edge of the crowds eating while keeping watch for anything that could possibly be deemed a threat.

He listens to the Mayors speech while continuing to keep watch, but getting a little anxious as the names begin being read. Hearing his name he excitedly cheers and raises his staff in the air and hurries up to the stage. He shakes the mayors hand with a wide smile on his face and proceeds to walk to the group he is directed to.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark Orlovsky, a burly man with practical short hair and beard. He is glad in oddly silver mail shirt, a red cape, a symbol of Sarenrae around his neck and carrying a greatsword. In many ways he seems a simple man at arms, but there is a fluidity to his movement and his piercing green eyes take in everything.
Kymark partakes of the food and drink, but unlike some in moderation. It seems the food merely nourishes his body, but it is the people who will be more. Others here will be his companions on his great adventure. His eye catches an unusual person who looks like a cat and he goes to move towards her.
Just then the Mayor calls his name. He was beginning to worry it was not going to be called. Moving up to the stage he bows and shakes the Mayors hand.

[Magentawolf]

Standing a slender 5'8" and dressed in a comfortably worn, but snugly tailored outfit in muted greys, the figure in question is distinctly feline in form and function; sidelong glances noting her as one of the catfolk it seems, an unusual but not unheard of race in these lands. Furred all in black, she stands away from the main hustle and bustle of the celebration. fingering the gaudy sash that was her badge of 'honor' during this particular party and looking mildly disgusted with its need to be displayed.

Jade green eyes watched the passing figures while sharply-pointed ears flicked up, listening to snatches of passing conversations for any talk that might be worthwhile to note. As her gaze drifted, so did her thoughts, recalling the... occurrence during the past night. Her tail twitched sharply behind herself a time or two before suddenly stilling, a huffed breath exhaling her frustrations. Glancing up again, she padded with a quiet grace towards one of the wine stalls, picking up a glass and letting the flash of her palmed token quiet the vendor's protest. Letting herself lean against the side of the structure, the figure sipped at the drink, finishing it just as the first blast of those trumpets rung through the air.

Setting the glass down, she moved to the periphery of the gathering crowd, listening as the Lord Mayor began to speak and just barely hiding a cynical smile in the process. Noting the three groups already formed, she gave each of them an appraising glance before she found her own name being called. Eschewing the stairs, she leapt up onto the stage proper, nodding to the Mayor and offering all of the correct, polite noises in turn. Finished with the pleasantries, she moves back, noticeably forming a fourth group and waiting to see who else may have been called.

[Man on Fire]

Dressed in red robes and an armored coat, with sickle attached to her belt, Nicolette is an attractive young woman of an average height, currently drinking in the corner. She would look even more attractive if she didn't seem so uneasy among the crowd, like a bird in a cage.In fact there are some things about her that feel almost birdlike, certain ways she moves or few scale-like scars visible on exposed parts ofher head and neck. There is also something odd about how she sometimes looks like she is listening to somebody who is not there. Which she is, as spirits talk to her all the time, nagging her, calling her, whispering her name, Nicolette, Nicolette...
She almost doesn't realize when her name is being called by the mayor. She quickly raises her hadand walks to the place where rest of the group is. re those people who will help her fufill her mission? With these peopleshe will create kingdom for humans and Orcs alike? Have she misunderstood the spirit's calling?
No, the spirits were clear. She is here with a higher purporse and these people will help her achieve her goal.

[TheSethGrey]

Byron was never a fan of crowds, too many people with the possibility of a person carrying a very sharp pointy knife and a vendetta rising as a crowd grows bigger. Instinctively he finds himself on the fringes of activity keeping to himself and trusting that his old chain shirt, hidden by his brown cloak, would protect him against any would be assailant. As the mayor begins to read off names from his list Byron runs his hand through his messy short brown hair anxiously. His eyes darting about the assorted festival participants praying that when his name was called that those with vengeance in their hearts might be far away. "Byron Ironside!" His name blasted out by the Lord Mayor, and for a moment Byron hesitated, considering what he was about to do and the life he was about to leave behind, but such thoughts only delayed him for a moment before he slowly trudged forward. His eyes ever vigilant on the crowd and the group he is directed towards.

[drayen]

Leithbridge wanders through the cavalcade marveling at all manner of people congregated in one place. His sun kissed bronze skin took on a rich luster in the firelight accenting his golden eyes. Finding himself in front of a wine stall, he takes up a chalice of the southern red from the bemused vintner and raises his glass in surprised amusement to the exotic feline figure leaning against the stall.

The fanfare of the mayor's entrance is a bit quaint but it plays to the audience at large, so he obviously knows his constituents. Three groups are called and Leithbridge has yet to hear his name called. The levity is quickly fading from his countenance as five others are called to make up a fourth group. At the last, the name 'Leithbridge Gravenhurst' rings out over the crowd. Immediately regaining his composure, the nobleman strides forward, the sheathed dueling sword bouncing on his hip and bespoked courtier's outfit rich shades of brown to match his hair, mounting the steps two and three at a time before crossing over to his father's acquaintance. Giving a courtly bow to the lord mayor before rising and engulfing his hand in both of his own, he widely grins as he accepts the cheers of the amassed revelers.

Moving to the others in the fourth group, he smiles as he proffers his hand to each of them in a spirit of camaraderie.

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra, keeping her expression reserved, considered each of the other figures as they were called and mounted the stage in turn. Dragonscales and a staff, a druid, mayhaps? Having one of Nature's allies with them could be a boon, indeed.

The next figure she considered more carefully, spotting the oversized sword slung there. Her eyes narrowed a moment, picking out the symbol worn around his neck. A servant of the gods, or simply a religious man? It was worth further thought, in either case.

The third, one of the few other females she'd seen adorned with the red sash, seemed scatterbrained at best, which worried her. In the Stolen Lands, everyone would be needing to pull their weight if the stories out of that region had any truth to them.

From the fourth figure, the immediate feeling she received was nervousness... this one had something to hide. While she could sympathize, she knew equally well that this could be useful... or a threat. Best to find out soon.

As the last member of their group was called, the feline let out a throaty little chuckle, her muzzle dipping in a moment of acknowledgement from where she'd spotted the man earlier. A decent taste in wine, and he knows how to work the crowd well enough. Hmm. She gave him a firm grip, in turn, keeping her claws well sheathed for the time.

[Firedog]

As the last of you gathers on the stage, the Lord Mayor turns back to the crowd and begins his prepared speech. His droning voice gives you time to look around and take in the other groups on the stage.

To your left is a group of men dressed in the latest Restovian fashion – all wear dueling swords, fine garb, and wear enough jewelry to feed a small family for a year. Standing to the side is the leader of the group, Meagar Varn, a Swordlord of the city, and the oldest son of a noble family that has seen its reputation and influence strengthen over the past few years.

Beyond them is a group of wary men and women wearing all manner of clothing and armor, except each bears a black tabard with a gray sigil in the center. You remember hearing them being called the Iron Wraiths, a band of mercenaries known to have fought in the Mendevian wastelands, and to have escorted archaeologists deep into chaotic Iobaria. Their leader is not readily apparent.

The last group stands to your right, and their leader stands out like the sun in a clear sky at noon. Baron Hannis Drelev wears golden plate armor more appropriate for a museum than a battlefield. A purple cloak hangs from his shoulders, and moves slightly as if being blown by a gentle wind, despite the still air around you. Behind him are six soldiers standing at ease, all wearing colors of House Drelev and bearing swords and shields likewise emblazoned.

From your raised vantage point on the stage, you clearly see a number of Town Guard slowly and unobtrusively filing in around the Cavalcade perimeter. They do not have weapons drawn, but they are armored and carry heavy shields.

As you continue looking around, you notice a buzz from the crowd, and you realize the Lord Mayor has stopped talking. He stares straight ahead into the distance, slowly shaking his head back and forth. A moment later, he drops his head, then raises it again.

”Friends, I have just received terrible news. A great tragedy has befallen our land… Our Regent, Noleski Surtova, was seriously injured in an accident. Despite the efforts of everyone involved, the Regent did not survive.”

He pauses for the crowd’s reaction. Cries of alarm and dismay ring out, and many faces are etched with worry. Ioseph continues, ”Given this horrific turn of events, the House Council has asked all citizens of Brevoy to observe a period of mourning starting tonight. Unfortunately, we must ask everyone to now leave the Fairgrounds and return home. We will have barkers spreading official news on the morrow. Now please, return to your homes, and may Erastil watch over you and your families.

As he finishes, the Town Guards begin moving into the crowd, encouraging people to gather their belongings and leave the area. Most people start heading toward the exits, though a few of the more inebriated patrons are given an official escort.

With the Guard clearing out the common folk, the Lord Mayor steps back from the edge of the stage where he is joined by three other men who begin whispering together in hushed tones. The other groups on stage have moved toward the staircases leading down.

[roll0]

In a stroke of luck, the three of you happen to be looking down into the crowd when you see something very unusual. Four people have pulled wands and are now approaching the stage, all staring at the Lord Mayor and his advisers. These people appear to be commoners, and do not appear to be part of a noble House or government agency. {Each of you gets an action. The people are approximately 40' away from you. Please respond in spoilers or via PM to me. Thanks!}

A steward hurries over to you and begins ushering you toward the exit. He seems to be extremely shaken up by the news of Regent Surtova's death.

[Barebates]

If any of them take an aggressive action, Kargian will cast obscuring mist to give the mayor cover to escape.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Perception Roll [roll0]

Kymark is unsettled by the death of the regent. As they are being ushered out, he keeps his eyes on the inebriated as they are escorted out.

[Magentawolf]

Seeming none-too-eager to follow the usher's demands, Kylarra kept a curious eye on the reactions of those nearby, especially the other groups on stage, which included her erstwhile companions as well.

[drayen]

I am not sure if you want these rolls in the IC or OOC thread.
[roll0]


Taking notice of the heavily armed soldiers moving into the cavalcade, Leithbridge looks first to the group of duelists then to the mercenaries and next the baron and his retinue before looking to his own group. As all are seemingly unaware, Gravenhurst takes the lead in his group, nodding his understanding to their assigned steward as he amiably links arm with the man and begins jovially rambling. His gait at half his normal speed slows them both down and keeps the rest of the party behind them to give distance between them and the next group.

[Man on Fire]

Nicolette appears to be disturbed by the turn of events. COud that be the threat the spirits were alluding to? Was she already too late? Have the wheels been put in motionbefore she even had a chance to make her move? She thought herself a player, but could she be merely a pawn on the board and the dice has already been cast?

[SPOILER=action]
Then she saw people marching towards the mayor. Wands in their hands. That she could figure out. Assassins. Or were they? She decided to be get ready for an attack. In the wayshe was raised. The Orc way. The best defense is to counterattack.

Readied action: If any of these people acts hostile, Nicolette casts Summon Nature's Ally to summon Giant Centipede in the middle of their group and order it to attack them.

[TheSethGrey]

Byron, immensely regretting not bringing weapons to a social function, would move to use his body as a human shield if the commoners draw wands on the Mayor, after all what better way to redeem himself then by saving a possibly corrupt politicians? Otherwise if that's not an option he would attempt to rush the commoners and try to disarm them.

Byron would move to follow the other groups off the stage, after all the death of a major politician meant little to him in the moment, but at the foot of the stage's stairs he pauses noticing his groups hesitation.

[Firedog]

Events begin to happen in rapid succession near the stage:

One of the Lord Mayor's advisers looks up to see four men raising wands at the group. He screams "Assassins!" just as his voice is drowned out by several others -

Nicolette uses her knowledge of hidden paths to call forth a Giant Centipede in the midst of the group which attacks one of the assassins, tearing into the man's chest!

Byron rushes forward to shield the Lord Mayor from the assassins' attacks!

Kargian creates a cloud of obscuring mist which effectively hides everyone on stage from the assassins' view!

One of the assassins pulls a dagger from behind his back and slashes at the giant centipede, scoring a small hit.

The other three activate their wands, sending balls of fire hurtling at the stage!

One of the fireballs shoots out of the top of the mist, exploding well away from any targets. The other two head straight into the mist and explode in the center. As the mist clears, you see one adviser on the ground, another wobbling, and an angry looking Lord Mayor who appears little more than singed.

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{{Byron, you need to attempt two Reflex saving throws vs DC 14; everyone else, please attempt one Reflex saving throw vs DC 14}}

{{Please roll initiative and describe what action you're taking - PCs go first, then NPCs/enemies}}

{{The obscuring mist has largely burned off due to the fireballs}}

[Man on Fire]

The moment has been seized, the spirits urged her to action and she was not oing to make them wait. Nicolette was no warrior and she new her Centepide won't last long. But she could help keep the assassins in place, pin them down for others to do. She called upon powers of nature to seize them.


Initiative [roll0]
Casting Entangle on the Assassins.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark hearing the word "Assassins" screamed, frees his greatsword and moves back towards the mayor and the fire.

Initiative [roll0]

[Barebates]

Reflex [roll0]
Init [roll1]


Kargian casted his obscuring mist but didn't see the fireball fly at him and did not react to it at all, taking the full brunt of a fireball, Kargian realizes the seriousness of the situation, he puts his fingers to his mouth and lets out three short yet loud whistles (calling fin from outside festival grounds, tell me how long it takes him to arrive). He then casts Shillelagh on his staff and places himself between the assassins and the mayor.

[TheSethGrey]

Reflex1:
Reflex2: [roll1]
Initiative: [roll2]
Disarm: [roll]1d20+0


After using his body as a hopefully effective shield for the mayor Byron would leap into action if he's still conscious. Moving toward one of the wand wielding assassins he'd attempt to disarm them to remove those dangerous wands from their unfriendly hands.

[Magentawolf]

Trusting to her feline reflexes to avoid the worst of the sudden explosions, Kylarra ducked and rolled away, spotting the four figures a short distance away, as well as the apparently-summoned creature amidst the group. Despite her lack of obvious weapons, this particular figure is never unarmed and she leaps off the stage, running towards the assassins with claws unsheathed.



Initiative: [roll0]
Reflex Saves using Cat's Luck (Take the best of the two) [roll1] and [roll2]
Intention: Charge towards the group, getting in close and flanking with anyone else if possible.

[drayen]

Reflex save [roll0]

At the cry of 'assassins', Leithbridge pivoted on his left foot and used his leverage of his arm through the steward's to spin him around himself whilst simultaneously drawing his dueling sword. Sight obscured by the sudden mist, he felt as much as heard the first fireball and fell backwards hoping to knock the steward down as he fell. Instead, he tripped over the man's ankle and only succeeded at windmilling as the second fireball crashed into the assembled people on stage.

Being struck by the full force of the fireball, Gravenhurst picked himself up and began wobbily moving towards the now visible group of wand wielding assassins.

[Firedog]

{{Fireball DC 15: Fail - 15 hp damage; Save - 7 hp damage; Byron unfortunately got hit with two so he took 29 points and is unconscious}}

Nicolette calls out to the powers of nature, and the thin grass and weeds respond, twisting up to grasp at the assassins. One of them manages to evade the assault, but three of them are caught! The centipede writhes amidst the grasses but remains free, grabbing one of the assassins and digging into his shoulder drawing a loud cry of pain from the man.

Kymark and Kargian rush to place themselves between the assassins and the Lord Mayor.

Kylarra nimbly leaps off the stage and charges at the struggling assassins. Leighbridge follows close behind, moving a bit slower, but no less determined toward the assassins.

The free assassin begins sprinting away, sending another fireball at a group of guards then yelling, "For King Surtova! He will be avenged!"

Two of the entangled assassins escape and move forward, the taller one engages Kylarra, the other throws a dagger at the Lord Mayor. The tall assassin swings at Kylarra, but misses wide. The other's aim is hampered by Kymark and Kargian in the way, and the dagger sails over the Lord Mayor's head.

The last assassin attempts to free himself, but fails in his attempts, remaining entangled.

A loud pop sounds out and a gust of wind blows down on the stage as three blue-robed men wearing medallions bearing the Seal of Restov appear in the air directly over the Lord Mayor who looks up and raises a hand. One of the men reaches down, touches the Lord Mayor, and they both disappear. One of the other robed men points a wand at the fleeing assassin. A black bolt of magic lances out, hitting the man in the back, dropping him to the ground in a crumpled heap. The other robed man points a similar wand at the assassin who threw the dagger. The bolt hits him in the chest, and he also falls limply to the ground.

Teleport
Enervation

{{Two assassins left; one entangled on the edge of the spell, the other is in melee with Kylarra. Byron is down and in bad shape on the stage, two assassins are down on the fairground. Two robed agents of Restov are flying above the stage, also attacking the assassins.}}

{{Next actions please}}

[drayen]

Leithbridge, scorched from the flames of the fireball, stumbles after the feline woman, but stops upon seeing another of his party slump to the ground with grievous burns. Pulling a vial from one of his bandoliers, he stops at the still form and kneels, preparing to administer the healing draught to Byron.


I believe that I am all out of actions at this point (Pulling potion, move; moving another move), so I will force the potion down his gullet next turn.

[Man on Fire]

They were winning this. It felt like a good time for her foster mother's advice - when they retreat, kick them some more.
First, using her control over the centipede, she orders it to deal with the last assassin entangled in her spell. Then she turns to the one fighting Kylarra. She reaches to their mind, trying to put them into sleeping trance. Make thesoothingmist surround their thoughts, make their headfeel heavy, oh so heavy. Make their eyes close a bit, thenabit more, then completely.

Casting sleep on the assassin fighting Kylarra.

[Magentawolf]

Intent on her duel with one of the assassins, the feline rogue caught the new arrivals from the corner of her eye, a sharp smile of satisfaction curling her lips and showing off the tips of her fangs as she spotted the fleeing figure falling to the effect of the magic. "What did you possibly hope to accomplish?" she growled, while lashing out at the enemy with both sets of her razor-sharp claws.


Full attack on the assassin.

If the sleep spell takes effect.. well.. she'll back off.

[Firedog]

The assassin facing Kylarra opens his mouth to respond, then falls to the ground, magically forced asleep.

One of the flying robed men aims his wand at the other assassin and strikes him with the same black magical bolt that hit the others.

The second man surveys the fairground, watching as guards sprint toward the stage.

In your minds, you all hear a male voice speaking in the common tongue, "For your assistance in foiling this assassination attempt, I offer you a boon. Please make your way to the stage, I shall provide you safe passage away from this place."

He lands on the edge of the stage.

{{Is anybody not going to meet with the man?}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark, upon hearing the voice in his head, heads to the man on the stage.

[Magentawolf]

Claws poised for a swipe, the feline utters a rather disappointed growl as the assassin in front of her drops without even a struggle. Spotting the farther figure falling, as well, she felt one ear instinctively perk at the voice inside her head. With a shrug, she returns towards the stage, eyeing Byron with a touch of concern and scorn in equal measure. Leaping into fireballs, indeed!

[drayen]

Rendering aid to the gravely injured man, Leithbridge barely has time to register the sudden arrival of other people before the voice begins booming within his skull. He jerks up at the announcement and looks around to see the robed figure. He helps his fellow man forward toward the others as they assemble on the stage.

[Man on Fire]

Nicolette knows better than to ignore a voice in her head, after all, that's how the spirits contact her. She goes to the stage, remembering to ask for the man she put to sleep to be detained and questioned.

[TheSethGrey]

Byron, barely paying attention to the fight anymore due to his battered condition, jerks his head back to look around the stage for the source of the voice. Then with the aid of Leithbridge he slowly makes his way toward the stage.

[Firedog]

Nodding as you arrive, he looks at the other flying man for a few seconds before returning his gaze to your group. "Hands, please." he states as he moves his hand toward you. Waiting until each of you has placed your hand into the center on his, he moves his other hand within his robe, which emerges a moment later holding a strange stick with a black box on one end. He touches several small circles, and the world vanishes.

A breath later finds you inside a room with light gray stone walls, floors, and ceiling. Three open doorways lead out of the room. He drops his hand, then pulls a small bottle from inside his robe. Offering it to Byron, he says, "We have to walk now, this will revitalize you."

{{19 points back}}

After Byron takes the potion, the man motions for you to follow him as he moves through one of the doorways. You walk down a wide hallway containing doors every twenty feet or so on both sides. A thick carpet runs the length of the hallway, and small globes of light on the ceiling provide illumination. He stops beside one of the doors, presses the black box several times, then opens the door and enters. The hallway continues as far as you can see beyond the door.

The room beyond the door is entirely different than the hallway which you just exited. The floor, walls, and ceiling are dark wooden planks. A rough stone fireplace with a roaring fire is on the far side the room. Several plush chairs and sofas all face the fireplace. A long table on the right side of the room is covered with food and drink. A staircase leads up to another floor on the left side.

The man waits until you all enter, then closes the door behind you. He walks around to stand beside the fire and waits for you to seat yourselves.

"Again, thank you for your assistance. I am one of the Five Elements who protect Restov and its leaders. I am known as Wind, but for now, you may call me Idehm." {{Id-e-em}}

"Since you have involved yourselves, I want to share some information with you. These assassination attempts have been happening throughout Brevoy for the past four nights. A number of powerful nobles have been killed, including the Regent, and his sister. To our knowledge, none of the assassins have been caught alive until tonight. We do not know who is behind these attacks, or their motives. We do know that the assassins have been attempting to implicate others during the attacks - as you heard during the attack we faced, one of the men yelled about Regent Surtova. We will of course examine that lead, but we do not expect any truth to be found there."

"Brevoy is quickly descending into chaos. Houses have sealed entire branches of their families inside safe locations. The capital of New Stetven is under martial law, as Restov will be starting tonight. The situation is grim, and getting worse. Until we, or some other organization, find out what's really going on here, a major disaster is fast approaching. Though there are some who would love to see a Civil War break out in Brevoy, I tell you, such an event would be disastrous for noble and commoner alike. None would emerge unscathed, and in all likelihood, the entire country would lay itself bare for conquest by one of our more militantly-inclined neighbors."

"I tell you all this so you have full knowledge of what is happening as you prepare to leave. Your charter asks you to explore the lands and create a new map of the region. I urge you to do so, not only to ensure we have a full picture of lands to our south in case war breaks out, but also for your own safety. Your involvement tonight was surely noticed by someone affiliated with these assassins, and the longer you remain here, the longer you are in danger. In the morning, I will give you several days head start on any who would try to find you. That should be enough time for you to get lost in the Stolen Lands. Hopefully, your disappearance will provide us with enough time to find the people behind these attacks. By the time you resurface, your aggressors will have been captured and rendered powerless."

"Do you have any questions for me?"

[drayen]

Half rising from his chair at the man's pronouncement, Leithbridge responds, "Of course, I have questions. If the noble houses are being targeted, how fares my own house? What of the Medvyed's? If either were attacked, was anyone injured or killed? If so, who? I can continue, but please answer me those first questions at least."

[Man on Fire]

Nicolette does not share her teammate's concerns, as she barely knew nobles of her family. The Orcs were always much more of family to her that people who brought her to the world. Of course spirits would disagree, they were her ancestors and as such deserve her respect.
"The man I've put to sleep. I hope you plan onquestioning him." She says. "Do you think what happened might be connected to our mission? That somebody might have want to throwthe kingdom intochaos, so that the expedition to Stolen Lands be put on hold?"

[Magentawolf]

Absently tapping her clawtips on the table, the feline slitted her eyes in consideration. "I don't see that this changes our position much. Assuming, of course, that you do have things under control by the time that we return."

She gives Nicolette a touch of a nod, as well, though. "Personally, I consider that could be a possibility. Other powers may well not want Brevoy expanding into those lands, and causing this level of internal strife would make it easy to draw eyes and plans inwards."

[Firedog]

Idehm looks at Leithbridge, "Your immediate family is safe. They have not been attacked, nor have any of your extended family here in the city. Your cousins in Brevoy, however, have lost nearly a dozen so far. The Duke was attacked, but he survived and his attackers were killed. Most of those lost were young adults, like you. I do not have a list of names with me, but I can get one for you. My sympathies."

He glances at Nicolette, "Indeed, I would be surprised if he has not already started providing information. Your spell was most helpful. As for the conjecture on the agitators behind this plot, it would not be beyond some of our neighbors to send assassins against us. What truly surprises us is the killing of the Regent and his sister. They were, after all, protected by the most powerful magic in the land, surrounded by some of the most experienced warriors in Brevoy. The expense to hire just those two assassins would have been staggering."

Idehm raises his hands, then lets them fall back to his sides. "The answer is a 'maybe' for the time being. A poor answer, I know, but it is all we have at the moment."

Hearing Kylarra's statement, Idehm nods in agreement, "Indeed, you are correct. We have to end these attacks and restore the population's sense of safety and security as soon as possible. I, and the rest of the Elements, are turning our entire organization to that task."

"And if the source of these attacks intended to force Brevoy into a defensive posture, then they have succeeded."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark thinks about what has been said. He has little concern for his family as they are not important enough. "Thank you for that. If whomever these people are want to shake faith in the government causing this enterprise to fail would aid in that. We must be wary."

[Man on Fire]

Nicolette didn't have much to add. She was instead trying to take a step back and reconsider what they have already learned. Could it be connected to the vision she saw? To the warnings given by the spirits? She remembered words she deciphered not so long ago and decides to repeat them.

"
Small warlords blocking the path
Ware the thorns grown in hell
The green lady comes, loves, kills
One road leads to peace, all others to death"

She goes silent, then notices everyone are giving her weird looks and she probably should say something more.
"These are words of the warning from spirits I have received recently. I thought maybe something from that could mean something, given the context of this situation. Like the green lady maybe?" She gives their hos a questioning look.

[Firedog]

He nods at Kymark's statement, "Indeed. Caution and discretion are two of your allies in this fight."

Idehm purses his lips as he considers Nicolette's worlds. "The green lady?"

His eyes seem to lose focus and they start roaming around the room, as if he has lost sight of what is right in front of him. After a few moments, his eyes return to normal and he frowns, "No, I'm sorry. That name... or title... does not have any specific meaning for me or any of my peers. We shall instruct some of our assistants to begin researching the term, and we will let you know if they find anything."

"Is there anything else?"

{{Any other questions or ready to move on?}}

[Magentawolf]

The feline shook her head, both at Nicolette and their host. Poetry, or Prophecy? Neither of which were much use at this juncture.

"No, but there is gear at my lodging that I wish to pick up before we venture out on this expedition. If you'll return us, I believe we can make our final preparations."

[Man on Fire]

"Thank you."Nicolette says in response to Idhem's words and promise of investigation.
After their feline friend speaks, she nods to indicate the same is with her

[drayen]

Leithbridge seems mollified by the man's explanation of events and settles back down into the chair. "Thank you for that, Idehm."

He seems intrigued by Nicolette's prophecy?, but keeps his own counsel on the matter of it's meaning. Rising from his seat, he nods in ascent with the others, "I, too, am ready. Let us gather our things and be off."

[TheSethGrey]

Byron sulks in the back of the group, not having anything to say to the law. For a brief moment he offers up brief words of mental thanks that he never bothered with anything important to attract the ire of powerful people such as Idehm. Byron's eyes wander about the room they're in, paying little heed to the conversation at large.

[Firedog]

Idehm pulls the strange device from inside his robe sleeve again, some surprise evident on his face. "If you are wiling to leave now, so much the better. I had assumed you would rest before embarking."

He gathers the group into a circle again and teleports you into a small room with stone walls. He opens the door and motions a man inside wearing the livery of Restov. Idehm gestures to your group, "These people are serving Restov, and they need escorts to gather some belongings. You will send a detail with each of them."

The man nods quickly and hurries from the room.

Idehm says, "These men are trustworthy, please accompany them, get your belongings, and return here. I shall then teleport you within a day of Oleg's Trading Post, the last civilized building between here and the wild lands to the south."

He pulls out several small pouches. "A small token of thanks. If you hurry, you can still get to some merchants before martial law is declared."

{{Each of you gets 1,000 gp. If you want to shop for anything else, please do so at this time. And let me know if there is anything else you want to do before leaving Restov. By tomorrow, I'll have the map posted in the Shared Files, and we'll dive into The Stolen Lands!}}

[Man on Fire]

Nicolette thanks for everything and quickly leaves with the others. She wants to use the opportunity to buy few more potions, just in case. This new threat seems to be one she should not underestimate.

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra inclined her muzzle, responding "I think it would be best to be gone, before 'they' may realize what has happened here." She weighed the pouch given to her, hefting it thoughtfully in paw. "A rather generous token, all things considered, but I'll not complain." Nodding to Idehm, she strode from the room, calculating anything else she might need, and to finish gathering her gear.


{{She'll return as requested, as soon as her needs in the town are met.}}

[drayen]

"If events are bad as we have been told, we would do ourselves credit by remaining together, even if it does create a rather large entourage with our 'detail'."

Leithbridge awaits his companions responses before making his purchases, which constitute a replenishing of potions and a wand of healing.

{{OOC: All purchases made and added to character sheet.}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark nods. "I agree, it would be wise to stick together."

[TheSethGrey]

Byron greedily eyes the contents of his small bag. Maybe this career change is going to work out for him after all...

Byron shrugs slightly tearing his eyes away from his pouch, "Aye, sure. Sticking together sounds prudent."

[Firedog]

You all return and at the appointed time, Ibehm instructs you to gather your gear and mounts outside in the courtyard. As you arrange yourselves, you notice that everyone else is moving away from you, still present, but looking on from a distance. Ibehm pulls out his black box and presses a few of the sides in rapid succession. Stones around your feet begin to glow and you all begin to see a distinct circular pattern emerge on the ground that was not apparent only a few moments ago.

You blink and your surroundings have changed. Instead of Restov, you are now in a small clearing in the middle of a copse of hardwood trees. The air is cool and humid, and thick gray clouds hang low in the sky.

Ibehm looks around, then gestures, The road is about half a mile in that direction. That's north." He turns and points to his left, "Oleg's is about a half day's ride in that direction." Looking back at you, he smiles and lets out a small chuckle, "If you end up in Restov again, you've gone the wrong way."

Seeing that each of you is prepared and ready to proceed, he says his farewells, pushes the sides of his box again, and disappears.

{{You are now in the wilderness. Weather looks chilly with a high chance of rain. Nothing to worry about though, early Spring so temperatures won't go below freezing. As I said in the other thread, you are now in Hex F111. Do you want to explore this hex, or travel to another location (hex)?}}

[drayen]

Leithbridge reaches back into one of his saddlebags and produces a folded paper. Unfolding the paper reveals it to be a map, albeit crude, of the area. He spends several minutes studying it before stating, "I believe we are just to the east of Oleg's Trading Post, south of the South Rostland Road. It looks like plains to the south of us and forest off to the west and southwest. Anyone more knowledgeable than I please speak up, but wouldn't it be easier and faster to survey grasslands than forests? I mean, it's relatively flat out here and anything approaching us should be easy to spot. Plus the riding should be good without trees and underbrush slowing us down. If I am looking at this correctly, we could head for some distance before circling back and skirting the forest line until we make it back to Oleg's. That should take a good month and we might have gathered enough to have somethings worthwhile to trade. It is also a good opportunity to get some experience under our belts in surviving the wilds and working together before heading into deeper waters as it were. What do all of you think?"

[Man on Fire]

"One road leads to peace, all others to death." Nicolette repeats last words of her vision, herself not knowing fully if she's doing it as a warning, or the agreement with Leithbridge. Or both.

[Magentawolf]

With a casual stretch, Kylarra took in the surrounding landscape after this latest teleport, her nostrils flaring with the various natural scents, evidently glad to be rid of the city, for now. Shucking her boots and tucking them away in her saddlebags, the feline dug her claws into the soil with a half-heard little growl before turning to Leithbridge and his map. "It would not hurrrt to see this Oleg first, either. A safe base of operations is worth good gold, and he may have something to say about these lands."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"I agree with Kylarra. Lets check out Oleg's so we can use it as a base if need be. Also we maybe can find useful information there." He mounts on his warhorse calming the new beast as he does so.

[drayen]

Leithbridge shrugs his shoulders and folds up the map. "That, too, is a sound plan. If we head due north, we should come across the road and it will be faster going to the trading post as it lies on the road itself."

[Firedog]

{{What you know: Oleg’s Trading Post occupies an old military fort. It was briefly controlled by humanoids in the area until a group of Brevin soldiers on patrol discovered the monsters and drove them out. Oleg heard about the vacant fort and petitioned Brevoy to move in and repair the damage, with the understanding that he would be supported by a small squad of soldiers to help protect the area. Oleg’s request was approved, and he moved to the fort with his wife, Svetlana. A squad of engineers and soldiers accompanied them to help with repairs. The soldiers left last winter and headed back to Brevoy. Another squad was scheduled to be sent in early Spring, but the chaos in the country has delayed their departure.

Oleg and Svetlana are humans in their late 40s with ties to several merchant houses, and a loose affiliation with House Lebeda. }}

You travel north as Ibehm directed, and sure enough, find the trade road as expected. The road itself is little more than a cleared path of packed dirt, but some effort has been made to keep it free of large rocks and shrubs. The land around the road has also been cleared for around fifty feet, giving travelers some comfort from any bandits or monsters who might try to ambush the unwary.

The road is relatively straight, and as you move along its length, you look to the south into the Greenbelt. The gently rolling plains continue as far as you can see. Plants largely consist of tall grass and the occasional shrub. Small clusters of hardwood trees dot the landscape, but they are few and far between. You see birds flitting around, and hear a few avian cries from the tall grass, but no other wildlife makes an appearance.

After a few hours of mindless travel, Oleg’s Trading Post comes into view about a mile ahead of you. Situated at the top of a small hill, the fort offers a commanding view of the road in both directions.

The wooden fort is rectangular with a wide gate on the north side. The wall around the fort is ten feet high and consists of round poles or trees lashed together. Four square towers sit at each corner that rise another five feet above the wall. You can also see four single-story buildings inside the fort, two large, and two small. There is also a wide open space inside the fort where some sort of activity is taking place.

You notice two things that strike you as slightly unusual, both sides of the gate are open, and you can make out around 10 humanoids milling around the interior.

{{everything from the DC 15 spoiler, and …}} You can make out the glint of steel on some of the humanoids, so armor, weapons, or both. They do not appear to be wearing similar uniforms since you see different shades and colors. You also see a flag flying from one of the towers – a white stag centered upon a red field.
You do not recognize the flag as being from any authority, country, or organization. Whatever it represents is totally unknown to you. The traditional meaning of the flag is something close to “peace through strength.”

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark hesitates. "Hold. Someone is in the fort and I do not recognize the flag and they do not wear uniforms." His hand moves to the hilt of his greatsword. "I think the flag means 'peace through strength'."

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra shades her eyes and squints into the distance, pausing as Kymark called a halt. "It is a trading post. What's suspicious about folk being inside? " She paused then, peering at the flag flying above the walls. "I'm not familiar with that motto. Does anyone know the house?."

[drayen]

Leithbridge frowns at Kymark's observations. "I am not familiar with that motto, however; House Lebeda's motto is 'Success through Grace', so this is someone else. I agree that we should proceed with caution."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"I would say there are about ten people inside and they are armed. That with the flag makes me wary."

[Man on Fire]

"I can make it darker at the entrance, so that someone stealthy can scout the area ahead and check what is awaiting s there."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark looks at Nicolette and nods. "Would this darkness be noticeable?"

[Man on Fire]

"It's more like, weakening the light in the area, if we center it in a place that has some shadows, liek the main gate, I don't thnk they would notice. I can also summon mist for the same purposes or evacuation. "

[Magentawolf]

Slipping off of her horse, the feline tilted her head towards the pair. "I'm probably yer' best bet for scouting, but they've got some good sightlines, and there's almost nothing in the way of cover between here and there. I'm not liking the chances of getting up undetected, 'lest we decide to back off and wait for nightfall."

[TheSethGrey]

Byron remains on his horse, but he nods as the feline speaks, "Waiting till night is sound advice, I'm not exactly known for my subtly."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark thinks a moment.
"Night or day, I doubt most of us will be subtle, the door is open now and it may not be later. My concern is if they are up to no good they may leave. Why would there be a large group of armed, not uniformed men in Oleg's? We are here to eliminate bandits and my concern is that is what they are.
"I suggest we simply head in at some pace so the door can not be closed, ready to fight if need be. If they are peaceful then all is well."

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra shrugged, before looking pointedly at the party's own gear. "Everyone around here is armed, it's that sort of place. I'm willing to scout if needed, but I'm not sensing any immediate threat, either; I just suggest we remain cautious."

[drayen]

Leithbridge weighs in, "If they are up to no good, they have had time to change the flag, so whatever they are about they have had plenty of time to carry it out. That they have presumably hung their flag is not only a sign of their plan to stay, but a signal to others, including ourselves. The gates are open now, but we cannot surprise them in the day and two-and-a-half to one in the defenders favor is horrible odds for an assault on a defensible position. Loathe as I am to say it, I think we are best served by waiting for darkness to scout it out. I am subtle and light on my feet, but not trained in scouting or burglary. We should send out best scout forward after nightfall and let them apprise us of the situation inside the walls."

[Firedog]

After it has been dark for an hour or so, you proceed with your plan. Kylarra disappears into the night, gliding forward on silent paws.

The fort has several lanterns around the perimeter, projecting a moat of light almost entirely around the structure. There are a few patches of darkness, but most of the walls are brightly lit.

About an hour and a half after Kylarra left, you see several lights flare to life inside the fort walls. Minutes pass, and even more lights appear. The gate opens and several people rush out and around the side of the fort. They all carry large lanterns, capable of illuminating a 50 feet cone.

{{GM: Givng you guys a chance to act if you want to do something. Let me know if you want to do something, or if you have any questions.}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark slowly gets as close as he can to the gate without being seen once darkness sets in. He watches and listens for what he can take in as they do so.

Kymark perception [roll0]

[drayen]

Leithbridge moves up with the others after nightfall. Keeping his eyes peeled and ears pinned, he tries to stay aware of the slightest movement.


Perception [roll0]

[Firedog]

Kymark and Leithbridge settle into their spots, watching as the scene unfolds. All the people exiting the gate are men dressed in leather armor, though they do not wear uniforms. One of them, however, is wearing a chain shirt under a red tunic bearing a white stag - an image also displayed on the flag flying over the post.

The men search the area for several minutes, but after a few minutes, they all return to the post. Activity continues, however, and everyone notices several guards have been posted in the towers.

Kylarra appears out of the darkness about 15 minutes after the men return to the post.

{{GM: I'll let Kylarra reveal what she found. I assume you all want to retreat to a reasonably safe distance - let me know if you're NOT moving away from the post for the rest of the night. I am further assuming that you're going to rest tonight - getting a full 8 hours would put you back on the road around 10-11am.}}

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra appears out of the darkness about 15 minutes after the men return to the post.


Emerging from the shadows, the catfolk brushed past the two watching with a quiet, throaty growl, internally seething and motioning for everyone to withdraw for the moment. "I left them chasing their own tails, but we'll not be getting near there again, tonight. The fort is warded well, with some sort of alarm spell surrounding it, and unless I'm missing my guess, there's a few fair bit nastier spell traps set as well." she rumbled, the rolling growl in her voice more pronounced than usual, now.

[drayen]

Leithbridge frowns at the news, his normally smooth forehead wrinkling in frustration. "Were you able to glean any other information from your foray? For instance, who they might be?"

[Magentawolf]

Leithbridge frowns at the news, his normally smooth forehead wrinkling in frustration. "Were you able to glean any other information from your foray? For instance, who they might be?"

"Beyond the sigil we've seen? No, just that this place is inordinately well-defended for a trading post, I would say."

Her tail finally stops lashing after a few moments, and the feline shrugs, pensively. "We may as well see what they have to say in the light of day, tomorrow. Unless they're flying false colours, I doubt they're bandits, or immediately hostile."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark shrugs. "Alright. I guess we wait until morning now."

[drayen]

Leithbridge nods, "Agreed. Let's get back to the horses and get some sleep. I volunteer for the middle watch if any of you need to rest to regain your spells."

[Firedog]

The night passes uneventfully.

By the time everyone has rested, the sun has risen in the sky and now almost hovers directly overhead. Winds have picked up from the south, and heavy gray clouds can be seen in the distance.

Around nine in the morning, some of you watched the wagon exit the Post and turn onto a narrow track heading due South. There were six figures who also left with the wagon.

The Trading Post is much like you remember it from the day before, but except for a lone guard standing over the gate, everyone else seems to be inside.

{{GM: The gate guard is a human male. If you approach, he hails you 30' away from the gate and asks your business.}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark rides towards the gate in the morning leading those who will follow. When the guard asks his business he responds "My name is Kymark Orlovsky. My companions and I are here to have a good meal and seek news of of the area."

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra simply nodded her assent as she examined the guard, not feeling the need to add anything to Kymark's statement.

[Firedog]

The guard stares at your group for a few seconds before shrugging. ”Come in. Keep your weapons covered.”

He leans over and rings a large bell a few times, then turns around and leans against a large level. As he pushes, one of the gate doors slowly swings open.

You enter an open courtyard and directly across from the gate is a long low building with a single door and several large windows. To your left is a stable containing a few horses. On your right is a smaller building with square windows.

From inside the Post, the walls show their military construction – rough, but sturdy. But you also note that the two towers you can see appear to have several cracked timbers. While the walls would be strong enough to hold off determined attackers, a young child swinging a stick might be able to breach the towers. You also see what appears to be a disassembled catapult on the ground near the long building. Far across the yard is a large covered pit surrounded by ropes and warning markers.

Five men exit the long building and head in your direction. The one leading the group wears leather armor and has long black hair. He casually holds a longbow and wears a quiver on his back. His allies all carry crossbows, though none aim at you. While is it obvious they know how to use their weapons, none but the (presumed) leader appears to be very proficient.

As he gets closer, you also notice he wears a green bandolier with several marks across it. At the top, near his heart, is a replica of the green flag that flies over the Post.

He stops and looks over the group, ”You lot don’t look like traders, so visitors, eh? Well, if you need a place to sleep, the guest house is 1 gold a night.” he says gesturing at the small building with square windows. Pointing at the stables, ”Horses can go there for 3 silver a night. Meals are on the sixes, 2 silver a bowl. Nothing fancy, but it’ll fill your belly. Water is free, well’s behind the long house.”

”And see that roped-off area back there? Don’t get over in that – was a refuse pit for a while, caught some big rats over there. Hate for anybody to get bit; filthy bags of disease can kill you with just a scratch.”

”Any questions?”

[Magentawolf]

The black-furred feline inclined her head politely towards the commander once he was done 'welcoming' them. "Not traders as such, that's true, but we do have some business with Oleg." the catfolk mentioned quietly, glancing for a moment around the inside of the fort. "If you could direct us his way, we'd be appreciative."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark did not like this man's tone. He nods at his words and awaits an answer to Kylarra's question.

[Firedog]

The leader seems surprised to hear Kylarra's voice, and he keeps the expression on his face, "Er, well, the thing is, Oleg retired. Decided living out here wasn't so great after all. Sorry, but I don't know where he went or how to get hold of him."

He's not being entirely truthful. And several of him men have started getting nervous.

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra frowned for a moment before offering a very slight nod to the man's words. While she may not sense anything out of the ordinary, the current situation versus what she was told to expect is enough to raise suspicions.

"Did he? That's very.. inconvenient" she murmurs in response. "May I ask who he left in charge of the trading operations, then?" The catfolk female tilted her head, curiously, lips drawing back in what would be a faint smile. "You, perhaps?"

[Firedog]

The man shakes his head, "Oh no, you misunderstand. Oleg ain't around any more. We run this place now, on account of the Stag Lord taking over around here. Name's Happs, North Captain of Stagvald, servant of his Lordship."

"Oleg abandoned the post a few months back, the Stag Lord came in, fixed the place up, and took over running it. So while you stay here, you got his protection - and let me give you some advice, he's good to people who respect his laws and pay their fair share. But he's a right bastard to those who cross him. He's a tough one, but fair, gives a man a chance to prove himself. Can't ask for anything better than that."

{{GM:You get the sense that Happs has repeated this same little speech - or a close variation - several times before. His cadence is too precise, too rehearsed. Whatever you may think, you know that this was a planned answer in case somebody started asking questions.}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark looks a bit confused. "So did he retire or abandon the place?"

Sense motive [roll0]

[Firedog]

Happs shrugs, "What's the difference? He was here running the Trading Post one day, then the Stag Lord found me and tells me that Oleg's gone and I'm in charge now."

"But now I'm curious, what's this business you had with Oleg? Perhaps 'ole Happs could step in and save the day?"

Unfortunately, you don't really get a read on him. He strikes you as a liar, but you can't really put your finger on it. Sort of a general sense about him."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"There is a world of difference between retiring and abandoning the fort. One involves having enough money to go and spend ones life in peace and the other based on what you said suggests something was giving him too much trouble."

Kymark looks deeply into Happs soul.

Starts using his paladin detect evil ability.

"So do you think the Stag Lord was a right bastard to Oleg? That is general feeling I am getting."

[Firedog]

Happs smiles, but it's wider this time, and not pleasant. "Naw, you're wrong there traveler. Maybe it matters wherever you're from - but out here, nobody cares. Like I said, one day he was here, next day he was gone.

"Funny you using my words like that, and about my boss. A dumber man might miss that little game. Guess you're trying to show you're not dumb, huh? Well good - I know you'll catch on to this really quick. Fact is, Oleg got himself in lots of trouble. Honest men found out he was cheating them. Givin' the boys copper when he shoulda been paying silver. He was getting fat and rich while some of the men had to eat dirt and roots just to fill their bellies. You ever eaten dirt just to stay alive, hoping you get enough bugs and worms to get you through to the next day? No, I didn't think so!"

His voice rises slightly, and he is no longer smiling, "So if you're asking me if the boss gave Oleg what he had coming? Truth is, I don't know, but between you and me, he deserved everything he got!"

Happs raises his hand slightly, and points at Kymark, "And you didn't answer my question. What was your business with Oleg?"

You detect no evil.

Happs is still lying between his teeth. His anger at Oleg was genuine, but his words were just bluster and lies.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"Using your words? Where I come from trying to understand what another means by their words is not using another's words and yes we do care about such things. One reson we are here is to work on that." Kymark smiles, not broadly, but kindly.

"I explained our business here was a meal and news of this area. In more general terms we are also here to bring peace and eliminate parasites who feed on others. IF Oleg was as you describe him, then your boss has my thanks."

Perception [roll0] to check how the others are reacting
Sense Motive [roll1] (Crunch)

[Firedog]

Happs is maintaining his composure, but the rest of his men are looking really uneasy.

Happs grins, "Well then, I guess everything is fine then. You can put your mounts up, and head on over to the bunkhouse to stow your gear." pointing at the small building with windows. "Some other folks in there now, but still a few beds left."

You see an elk in the stable. Apparently somebody rides it like you do a horse!

{{GM: Assuming you're done with Happs, and you put your animals away, when you enter the bunkhouse, you see five other people inside. }}

[Doc_Maynot]

Inside, sitting on one of the bunks is a woman in a large brimmed, pointed, blue hat wearing clothes covered in various pockets and buckles, many seeming sowed on haphazardly, combing through two small books. Both old and weathered, but one seems more like a journal, while the other is a small gilded book attached to a chain. Looking closely under the hat, you can clearly see the half-elven woman with long white hair with an intent look in her eyes. Next to her on the bed is a sheathed sword, a haversack, and its contents, now spilled out.

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[Magentawolf]

Shaking her head, Kylarra led her mount off to the stables, unloading her gear before taking her time in grooming and getting the animal settled. Hefting her pack up, she then made her way to the bunkhouse, swinging the door open and padding inside.

The figure that enters is slim and feline in shape, a dark-furred catfolk female dressed in snug leather and mithril, draped by a concealing cloak. She draws back the hood, showing off sharp and tufted ears before she settles her pack in an open area, giving those already present a curious look and a nod if any gaze finds itself directed her way.

[Gwynfrid]

"Hi there", a soft, light voice says, coming from a corner of the room. It belongs a a young woman, even a teenager by the look of her. With a slender frame, striking eyes of a very pale blue color, long, silver hair tied in a pony tail, she hails the newcomer with a somewhat shy smile. She's clad in a leather jacket and breeches that feel a little to wide for her, and around her neck is a small, wooden medallion, carved to resemble a mask of brown chestnut leaves. She looks at the newcomer with an air of undisguised curiosity.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark looks about to speak, but then stops himself, uncertain what to say. A large man with blonde hair and beard in a chain shirt with a greatsword. There is something odd about how he carries himself and a glint ion his green eyes.

He stables his horse and heads into the bunk house.

[Rofltrollcopter]

On the top of one of the bunks inside sits a young elven woman. She is sitting on the edge of it and absentmindedly kicking her legs back and forth. She is dressed in a light cotton dress, seemingly ignorant to the cold mornings that the season bring. There a couple of newly bloomed flowers woven into her long white hair. Her lips were pursed, as she contemplated her dilemma with the Charter.

Her thoughts are interupted by the arrival of the two newcomers. She looked down at them. A human, the poor little thing, and a very fuzzy looking woman. Evelyn looked down at her travelling companion, the stoat that was currently curled up beside her and napping "they taste fresh"

[Magentawolf]

"Hi there", a soft, light voice says, coming from a corner of the room.

The feline nodded in turn to the young woman, then let her gaze roam the bunkhouse for a moment, looking up again when the door opens once more and Kymark joins them. "So, out of... curiosity, I'll say, was anyone else slightly put off by our new hosts here?" She addressed the room nonchalantly, examining the tips of her claws for a moment before directing her gaze briefly towards her companion, expecting she knows his answer already.

[stack]

A stout and heavily bearded man gives a rueful chuckle. "So you have seen the cloud that darkens our day have you? Newcomers to the fine Greenbelt, totally devoid of banditry and suspicious goings-on? Jon Green, at the service of all goodly folk, though I suppose if that means at your service remains to be seen!" He gives a brighter laugh, nearly shaking the walls.

His frizzy read-brown beard would impress a dwarf, his cheeks are round and ruddy, his unrefined peasant features open and guileless. He holds a wide-brimmed tan at his side. A broad black belt overtop his blue coat struggles against his girth, the coat covering the light mail beneath. A walking stick is in his other hand, solid oak and worn smooth from long use. His boots may once have been tan, but are so patched and travel stained that one can't be sure.

[Doc_Maynot]

"So, out of... curiosity, I'll say, was anyone else slightly put off by our new hosts here?"

Gweyr, not looking up from her books. "Aye, filthy liars, all of them. The woman with them gives me the creeps." From her accent you can tell she is not Brevosi, but rather Nexian. "I'm just glad they haven't harmed Solaire."

[Gwynfrid]

"Indeed, I can't say I'm comfortable around them", the young woman replies. "I was expecting to meet with Oleg here, and they won't say what happened to him."

As if an afterthought, she adds: "My name is Veyraan, by the way. Nice to meet you. Who's Solaire?"

[Doc_Maynot]

As if an afterthought, she adds: "My name is Veyraan, by the way. Nice to meet you. Who's Solaire?"

"My horse." A brief pause as she sets down her books, placing the journal back into her bag, and takes off the hat, it vanishing as she does so. "And... Gweyr Swordhand."

[Magentawolf]

She nodded in turn, a faint curve of her muzzle betraying her response to Jon's infectious laugh. "Kylarra" she responds to the introductions, gesturing towards her companion as well. "... and Kymark. We too, were expecting Oleg, and I for one do not like the implications of this 'Stagveldt', or whatever it was that their leader called it, taking shape here."

[stack]

Jon lowers his voice. "Nor do I. I would greatly interested to speak to Oleg myself, I suspect he isn't as retired as they say."

[flat_footed]

"I've little hope that Happs came by this spot honorably." A voice floats from the far side of the room from a seated figure. At first his wide shoulders make him appear human, but as he rises, the delicate tips of pointed ears are visible through his hair. "And yes, no harm has come to any of us or our charges. These men seem to be perfectly content with us, as long as we allow them their charade." The half elf's face darkens into a well worn scowl. He walks towards the others and lowers his voice as well, a smile back on his face.

As he walks, there is a certain purpose to his steps. His eyes are a steely grey and thick brown locks surround his face. Were it not for his ears, it would be hard to place his elven heritage.

"I am Vallen Woodshadow, member of the Order of Scales, and I would see things made right here. I aim to uncover the truth of Oleg, though I know of him only by name." A mischevious glint in his eyes match the next words. "Did you catch any of the excitement last night? Someone was poking around here and Happs was not at all happy with it."

[Doc_Maynot]

Gweyr begins placing items back in her bag. "Afraid I was a bit distracted and I didn't have the chance to listen in. Also, Oleg wouldn't leave this place. He was an old pathfinder, this was his retirement, fixed it up himself." She sighs, having finished packing her various things. "I have a feeling there is something... Or someone, maybe Oleg, down in that pit they are keeping us away from. Either way, this Happs, and their Stag Lord just... Isn't sitting right with me. None of this is."

[Gwynfrid]

"No, I didn't hear anything, I was tired from traveling and slept rather more soundly than usual... A pit, did you say? We have to go take a look!"

It is a bit unclear if Veyraan's urge to move is due to concern for Oleg's well-being or to sheer curiosity.

[Rofltrollcopter]

Well, this is just not fair at all. Evelyn begins to pout. I know all of your names, and you don't even know mine! Evelyn springs down from her bunk, stumbles a bit but manages to catch herself with her staff. It's Evelyn. She pronounces her name solemnly, with the air of someone pronouncing a great judgement. Her face lights up with a huge grin. And now Balance has been restored. Come on everyone, lets get going then. That includes you, cutie. She smiles at Vallen. I'm sure that this can be all sorted out and everything will be just fine! Evelyn walks out the door, determined to find Happs.

[stack]

Jon gives Evelyn a questioning glance, but follows a couple steps behind.

[Doc_Maynot]

Gweyr picks up their bag and sword, putting it back on her belt. After she tugs on her clothes. They fade, being replaced by a set of crystalline chainmail, with plate legs. The cloak on her back dulls in colour, seeming faded and older now. "Well, after you."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"My name is Kymark Orlovsky and I trust them about as far as I could throw them ... not that far. I have been thinking about the pit. I half expect to find Oleg in there."

"As for talking to Happs, I am all for it. I was not done talking with him before really."

[Magentawolf]

The feline blinks at Evelyn's suddenly decisive action, then offered a sharp grin as she reached into her bags, drawing out a set of slender, silvery blades that she begins to don on her dominant hand. "I have a feeling it's going to be slightly more... difficult than just speaking with him this time. I suggest you prepare yourselves."

She carefully palms a small steel vial, as well, deftly dipping those blades inside before resealing the container and slipping it into a belt pouch.


Applying a dose of Giant Wasp Venom to the claw blades.

[flat_footed]

Vallen's eyes widen slightly at Evelyn's words, but he returns her smile.

"If this is to be the decisive moment, we need to hit hard. I'd prefer to get to Happs first to find things out, but if we have to defend ourselves along the way, then so be it." He nods to Kylarra. "We need to be ready, surprise will only last so long."

He retreats and collects the few things he had brought inside. "Should things go poorly, we need to prepare for a rapid exit. I'd prefer to avoid bloodshed until the last possible moment... If there are no objections, I'll take the fore and talk our way forward if at all possible, at least to a point of maintaining our advantage."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"I am unsure there will be any surprise unless we let down our guard. I could see us being ambushed at any time. I would like to see what is in that pit before we speak to him. That could tell us a lot and prepare us for what is to come."

[Gwynfrid]

A little startled at several people's willingness to follow Evelyn on to a likely confrontation without further ado, Veyraan stands up to join Kymark in suggesting caution.

"Well, yes, these folks look fishy. But I think it would make to sense to at least look at the pit, covertly, rather than in the open, before we... march to battle?

[stack]

"I agree we should look into the pit. Hopefully a battle will not be needed, but best be prepared." Jon says, donning his hat and keeping a firm grip on his walking stick as they exit.

[flat_footed]

"Is there any among us who could get close without being caught?"

[Magentawolf]

"Is there any among us who could get close without being caught?"

Kylarra scowled, showing a flash of sharp fangs. "That... disturbance you heard last night" she muttered. "They have magical wards about, so I'm not positive.."

[Doc_Maynot]

"If given a distraction I could use an invocation to warp over there. It's a bit flashy though. Alternatively I'm... Okay at going around without notice." Gweyr puts her free hand to her collar, ready to tug on it again.

[flat_footed]

Vallen turns to Kylarra. "Hmm.. How was the ward triggered? Did they seem to immediately converge on the triggered area?"

[Magentawolf]

Vallen turns to Kylarra. "Hmm.. How was the ward triggered? Did they seem to immediately converge on the triggered area?"

"Small stones hidden, with runes on them, there were at least two types that I spotted. One was some sort of alarm which rang inside of the fort, and I rather suspect the other was a trap. Happs, and a number of others arrived pretty soon after the alarm started." She shakes her head slightly. "I still don't think talking will do much for us.. when we just questioned him, he was getting pretty defensive and I didn't like the look he had."

[Firedog]

After looking around for a few minutes, one of the Post guards directs your group to the large main building. After knocking on the door, one of Happs' men opens it, sees your group standing outside, then immediately stops his arm, leaving an opening of only a few inches. "What do you lot want?"

{{Assuming you ask for Happs}}

The man glances to his side (you can tell he's trying to be subtle, but he failed miserably), then looks back at the group. "Um, Happs is busy now. Can he come see you when he's finished with his... business?"

{{In case it matters, there are two guards beside the pit, two more walking along the upper walls, and one standing on the walkway above the gate.}}

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn creeps back to her bed, and carefully lifts the sleeping weasel from the bed. She trails it around her neck like some sort of bizarre scarf. She flashes another smile at the group and says Let's be off shall we! As the group makes her way over to the main building, she is grateful that she has been given the chance to lead. She steps forward to address the man, while still leaving enough room for any of her companions to step forward if they wish to. As the door is opened, she stucks the butt of her staff into the gap. She glares up at the man, and her voice became cold.Happs is busy? Why I never! We are his guests, and we deserve that the title implies as due to our station. Now as you can see, we are quite unsatisfied with what is going on here, and unless Happs comes back to resolve this immediately, we shall all have to leave!


Intimidate check: [roll0]

[stack]

Jon holds his tongue for the moment, waiting to see how the demand plays.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark shuffles his feet slightly unsure of what they will confront Happs over. They have no facts at hand other than Oleg is not here.

[Firedog]

Whatever the man was expecting to see and hear, Evelyn's demand was not it. His mouth gapes open and he stares, his eyes darting between her and the weasel draped around her neck. After a moment, he responds, "Um, I'll see if he's finished." kicks the staff out of the gap, and closes the door.

Gweyr sees two men sitting around a table near the door, along with the man who opened it and spoke to the group. Neither of the men at the table is Happs, both are thugs that Gweyr has seen around the post. Several other doors lead out of the main room.

From inside, several raised voices can be heard. Apparently Evelyn's request has caused some consternation among those inside the building.

... you can just make out what's being said (just giving you the interesting parts):
Voice 1: "Well he's not here, and you can't very well go get him. They'll see Oleg!"
Voice 2: "What should I say, smart guy? There's a bunch of them!" (This is the man who opened the door)
Voice 3: "Wait, they threatened to leave, right? Just tell 'em to go on back to the guest house and start packing, we don't want 'em here anyway!"


The door opens again and the man stands there, again looking slightly intimidated, "Well, he can't come see you now. So leave, I guess." and slams the door again.

The man glanced to his right several times, obviously trying hard NOT to think about something in that direction. (There's only one thing of interest in that direction - the pit.)

[Doc_Maynot]

Gweyr sighs as she hears the whispers and the moment the man opens the door the second time she begins to glow with Eldritch Energy. "Disiĝi la vualo," she says quickly as the area around her bends and rips open and she is now inside the shack.
"Two against one." She pulls out her crystal sword. "Should be fair."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark keeps his mouth shut and observes.

Perception [roll0]
Sense Motive [roll1]

[Gwynfrid]

"He's lying. Also, most likely Oleg is in this pit, and possibly Happs is with him right now," Veyraan says calmly, from behind the group. She pulls out a whistle hanging from a light cord under her shirt, and blows in it, strongly - no sound comes out of it, however.

(this is a silent whistle, which only animals and other creatures of especially keen hearing can hear)

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra's sharp-tipped ears flick, first at the conversation she can pick out from indoors, and then again from Veyraan's whistle, which earns her a slightly pained glance from the feline.

"Quite, or so it sounds." She moves to shove the door open again, scowling. "I'm going to give our friend a hand, here. Help, or head after Happs yourself." She pushes inside, eyes darting around the interior as she readies her claws.

[stack]

[roll0]

SM [roll1]

[stack]

"I say check the pit for Oleg right away, before they get their heads together to do anything about us."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Uncertain how his comrades know Oleg is in the pit, he nonetheless acts. Drawing his great sword and speaking Draconic he is surrounded by a shimmering glow as he steps towards the pit. "Stay together. I expect Happs will come to us."

Casts shield

[flat_footed]

Vallen's face sets firm as his newfound partners all seem to explode into action. Looking around quickly, Vallen dashes towards the stables upon seeing the group split up.

Vallen is drawing his bow and moving to the front of the stable, where he can keep an eye on both areas. Should a need arise at either location he will move that direction to assist.

[Firedog]

The man at the door crumples to the ground in a heap, breathing deeply as his snores fill the room.

The other men in the building stare at Gweyr as she appears, sword in hand. The image is punctuated by the arrival of Kylarra who deftly steps over their sleeping companion. Neither man has a weapon nearby, and both raise their hands slightly. One of them says, "Alrighty, let's just take it easy now. Ole' Happs ain't here - he's in the pit!"

The other chimes in, "Yeah, he's down there with Svetlana!"

As Jon, Kymark, and Vallen move away from the building, they notice the two guards by the pit, and the two on the walls overlooking the pit, have all pulled out their crossbows.

{{That was surprise, now moving into standard combat rounds. All PCs can act. The guards with crossbows do not yet have them loaded. There is also a guard by the gatehouse who has not yet taken an interest in what's happening.}}

[Magentawolf]

Neither man has a weapon nearby, and both raise their hands slightly.

The feline smiled thinly as she covered the pair along with Gweyr, teeth glinting white from between her lips. "We're not going to have any trouble with you, then, are we? I don't have any particular need to kill you... right yet. " She gestured towards the slumbering figure. "Why don't you just join your friend there, nice and slow, eh?"

If they comply, and Gweyr agrees, the intention would be to restrain them with some rope from Kylarra's pack. She's certainly not above killing, but not if they've surrendered.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark charges forward towards the closest crossbowman.

Charge attack & power attack

Attack [roll0] His AC is 19 with the charge.
Damage [roll1]

[stack]

Jon sings to the plant's at the guards feet, a nonsense rhyme about spring and growth. move to M8, casting entangle form the plantlife nature package, 5' radius, trying to center it to hit the guards but not anyone else (I/J 6/7), reflex save DC18 or entangled and unable to move. Str/escape artist DC 18

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn lets out a small smile as the guard falls to the floor. It's okay. she says shyly. Your in a much nicer place now. She turned around and began to chant


Full Round action: cast enlarge person

[Gwynfrid]

Veyraan's soft voice rises to a high pitch as she chants a few words in a strange language, one that the more knowledgeable people might identify as Druidic.

"Viens, esprit du feu
Armer mon bras vengeur
Que ces ruffians douteux
Connaissent un peu la peur!"

Her arm raised high, a large, oblong ball of orange fire engulfing her fist, she moves a few steps forward, in full sight of the crossbowmen.

"Dropping your weapons would be a wise thing to do", she calls out calmly to the guards. As if to underscore her advice, a huge bird of prey appears overhead, and begins to circle, high above the pit. It is an enormous bird, its wingspan at least as wide as a grown man's height. Its long, wide feathers are dark brown in color. Its massive beak, heavy even for a bird of this size, is a bright yellow-white, with the characteristic curve and point of a raptor's.

Cast Produce Flame.
Move to P9.
For now, Grobec doesn't attack.

[Firedog]

Your suspicions about Oleg (more or less) confirmed, the group explodes into action.

Gweyr and Kylarra subdue and successfully intimidate the two (awake) bandits inside the main building. They both obey and lie down beside the man sleeping right inside the front door.

Vallen rushes toward the stable. Jon and Kymark move with him. Jon unleashes nature itself as vines and weeds leap up to grab at the guards beside the pit. Both manage to evade the spell, but they are met by the charging Kymark who swings but narrowly misses one of the dodging bandits.

Veyraan casts a spell that wreathes her fist in fire, then commands the bandits to stand down.

Unfortunately, they apparently have some backbone, as they begin to counter-attack. Both of the guards on the ground drop their crossbows, and move out of the entangle spell* while pulling shortswords. They both swing at Kymark but their blows clang harmlessly against his armor.

The two guards on the wall fire their crossbows, one at Jon, and one at Kymark, but neither shot comes close to its target.

A harsh voice calls out, "Eh, what's happening up there?!" You all recognize the voice belonging to Happs, but he is nowhere to be seen.

*Entangle is difficult terrain, meaning no 5' step, so Kymark, please take your AoO when you post your next action.

{{Everyone is up again. The three guards inside the building are out of combat (hence their color change). You still face the four guards near the pit (2 on the ground, 2 on the wall), and the guard standing over the gatehouse. He finally heard what was happening and is loading his crossbow. You don't see anybody else, though you heard Happs, so he's obviously close.}}

{{Updated map: here (https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B2jU8_Jya-eFa0FvbDZQT2NEODQ)}}



Name
HP
AC


Evelyn
20/20
15


Gweyr
25/25
21


Kylarra
21/21
19


Kymark
25/25
21 Charge: 19


Jon
24/24
28


Vallen
25/25
16


Veyraan
24/24
15


Grobec
18/18
20



{{Please let me know if any of these stats are not your base numbers for this combat}}

[Gwynfrid]

"Oh, right, that makes things simpler then", the young girl comments offhandedly as she takes her whistle. She blows three quick notes, that no one but Kylarra can hear, while pointing at one of the crossbowmen on the wall walk. The unfortunate thug gets a nasty shock as the massive bird above dives towards him and lands on top of the wall, towering over to give him a sharp poke of his huge beak.

Veyraan then backs down against the building, and throws her ball of flame at the crossbowman over the gatehouse. Instantly, another appears in her hand.


Free action, handle animal (command Grobec to attack, DC10 so no roll needed)
Grobec flies to B5, perches on the wall and attacks.
Bite Power Attack [roll0] (incl +1 for higher ground) damage [roll1], critical confirm (23) [roll2] extra damage [roll3]

5-ft step to O8.

Throw flame at guard in M19
Ranged touch attack [roll4] fire damage [roll5], critical confirm (25) [roll6] extra damage [roll7]

Veyraan (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=825436)
Sylph (F) Druid (Sky Druid) 3 NG
HP 24 / 24 Speed ft Init 3
AC 15 (17 vs non-magic ranged attacks)Fort 4 Ref 4 Will 7
CMB +3 BAB 2
Dagger +3 (1d4+1, 19-20)
Sling +6 (1d4, 20x2)
Str 12 (1) Dex 16 (3) Con 12 (1) Wis 17 (3) Int 12 (1) Cha 10 (0)

Grobec (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=101242)
Roc Animal Companion (3 HD) TN
HP 18 / 18 Speed ft Init 5
AC 20 Fort 2 Ref 7 Will 2
CMB +3 BAB 2
2x Talon +3 (1d4+1, 20)
Bite +3 (1d6+1, 20)
2x Talon (Power Attack) +2 (1d4+3, 20)
Bite (Power Attack) +2 (1d6+3, 20)
Str 13 (1) Dex 20 (5) Con 9 (-1) Wis 13 (1) Int 2 (-4) Cha 11 (0)

[stack]

Jon calls to Kymark, changes his song, "Hey lol derry dol, ring a ding dillo, Come now, sprung now, Jon is a'callin'"this time calling forth a tree to assist in the fight, a sturdy apple tree springing from the ground and lashing at the bandits. entangle persists for 4 rnds without concentration due to feat and talent

standard action to combining grow plant with pummel (adding grow plants to plantlife geomancing cost no actions)
1 sp

perform sing [roll0]
on a 19 plus, gets a large tree,k-l 8-9,
attacks 4-m [roll1] (CL+str mod +1 size bonus. str =10+CL)
damage [roll2]
(10 ft reach)

roll of 17-18 on perform = CL 4, so medium tree, k8
attacks 4-m [roll3] (CL+str mod. str =10+CL)
damage [roll4]
(5 ft reach)

roll of 16 on perform = CL 3, so medium tree, k8
attacks 4-m [roll5] (CL+str mod. str =10+CL)
damage [roll6]
(5 ft reach)

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"Repent and you shall be spared. " He swings his great blade. "Resist and you shall surely die."

Attack [roll0] No longer charging Furious assault removes power attack penalty. Ac is back to 21.
Damage [roll1]

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn dashes back to the guesthouse, in order to get cover from the impending crossbow attack.

Move action: go to Q14
Standard: Cast 'Mage Armour' on self

Also, the enlarge person spell would have gone off at the beginning of the round, so Kymark would have gotten its benefits when he attacked.

[flat_footed]

"The very skies and plants aid us against you! Lay down your arms or the only mercy we will grant is a swift death." Vallen's voice carries with force, directed at the four bandits around the pit. To reinforce his point, Vallen sends an arrow soaring towards one of them.

Moving to L10. Attacking 7R.
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[Doc_Maynot]

Meanwhile Gweyr has taken seat in one of the empty chairs, crystal sword sitting on her lap as she glares down at the two still awake men inside the building.

[Firedog]

Grobec flies down and slashes at the bandit with talons, but the man avoids the attack.

Veyraan throws a ball of flame at another bandit shooting a crossbow, but the fire is easily dodged by its target.

Jon calls out to Kymark, then continues singing his strange song. Apparently in response, massive trees shoot upward from the ground, then commence swinging their branches at one of the bandits who goes down under a near-blinding flurry of limb and leaves.

Kymark, startled by the sudden growth of the trees, as well as his now increased size, overextends his attack and misses his opponent.

Evelyn rushes into the guest house to gain some cover while casing a spell.

Vallen sinks an arrow into one of the bandits and calls out for them to surrender.

Kylarra and Gweyr remain inside the building, watching the bandits who have already surrendered to make sure they do not join the battle.

The bandit hit by Vallen’s arrow drops his crossbow and clutches his shoulder. It’s clear he has no more interest in fighting today.

The other bandit on the wall near the pit swings his crossbow at the roc, but misses his target.

The bandit over the gate launches a bolt against Vallen, striking him in the side {{dealing 4 points of damage}}.

The bandit beside Kymark looks at the tree-puddle that used to be his ally, then at the 10’ tall form of Kymark. Making perhaps the most intelligent decision of his life, he calmly drops his crossbow, then puts his hands on his head.

Happs calls out again, ”What is going on up there? Where did all these weeds come from – is one of you playing around with those scrolls we found?!”

{{You’re up again. A couple more surrendered, but there are still a few fighting back!}}

{{Here (https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B2jU8_Jya-eFTzlmb1ZEMTVCUFU) is a link to the current map.}}





Name
HP
AC


Evelyn
20/20
15 Mage Armor: 19


Gweyr
25/25
21


Kylarra
21/21
19


Kymark
25/25
21 Enlarge: 19


Jon
24/24
18


Vallen
21/25
16


Veyraan
24/24
15


Grobec
18/18
20

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn walks out of the other entrance at a much more sedate pace. She strolls beneath the guard on the wall, and looks up at him while putting a finger on her lips. Shh.. It's going to be alright


movement: move to l17
standard: slumber on guard at m19

DC 17 will save or the guard falls asleep.

[Gwynfrid]

Frowning in frustration, Veyraan launches a second blob of fire at her opponent, while Grobec goes after his in a flurry of talons, beak, and feathers.

(Note Veyraan has AC17 vs ranged)

Grobec, Full Power Attack
Bite [roll0] (incl +1 for higher ground) damage [roll1], critical confirm (23) [roll2] extra damage [roll3]
Talon #1 [roll4] (incl +1 for higher ground) damage [roll5], critical confirm (23) [roll6] extra damage [roll7]
Talon #2 [roll8] (incl +1 for higher ground) damage [roll9], critical confirm (23) [roll10] extra damage [roll11]

Veyraan, ranged touch attack [roll12] fire damage [roll13], critical confirm (25) [roll14] extra damage [roll15]

Veyraan (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=825436)
Sylph (F) Druid (Sky Druid) 3 NG
HP 24 / 24 Speed ft Init 3
AC 15 (17 vs non-magic ranged attacks)Fort 4 Ref 4 Will 7
CMB +3 BAB 2
Dagger +3 (1d4+1, 19-20)
Sling +6 (1d4, 20x2)
Str 12 (1) Dex 16 (3) Con 12 (1) Wis 17 (3) Int 12 (1) Cha 10 (0)
Spells - Produce Flame, 1 min remaining

Grobec (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=101242)
Roc Animal Companion (3 HD) TN
HP 18 / 18 Speed ft Init 5
AC 20 Fort 2 Ref 7 Will 2
CMB +3 BAB 2
2x Talon +3 (1d4+1, 20)
Bite +3 (1d6+1, 20)
2x Talon (Power Attack) +2 (1d4+3, 20)
Bite (Power Attack) +2 (1d6+3, 20)
Str 13 (1) Dex 20 (5) Con 9 (-1) Wis 13 (1) Int 2 (-4) Cha 11 (0)

[stack]

Jon whistles sharply, halting the attack of the tree as he moves towards the gate, continuing his song. An ash tree springs up next to the crossbowman, reaching its limbs up to pummel him. entangle persists for 3 more rnds without concentration due to feat and talent

standard action to combining grow plant with pummel (adding grow plants to plantlife geomancing cost no actions)
1 sp

perform sing [roll0]
on a 19 plus, gets a large tree,L-M 17-18,
attacks 8-r [roll1] (CL+str mod +1 size bonus. str =10+CL)
damage [roll2]
(10 ft reach)

roll of 17-18 on perform = CL 4, so medium tree, L19
attacks 4-m [roll3] (CL+str mod. str =10+CL) (I don't think it can reach the bandit on the 10' )
damage [roll4]
(5 ft reach)

roll of 16 on perform = CL 3, so medium tree,L19
attacks 4-m [roll5] (CL+str mod. str =10+CL)
damage [roll6]
(5 ft reach)

[Firedog]

As the group begins to take command of the battle, several things happen at nearly the same time.

Grobec tears into the bandit on the wall, and the man falls backward into the bailey. {{Unconscious}}

The remaining bandit above the gate is able to resist Evelyn's spell, but he falls under the combined forces of Veyrann and Jon. {{Unconscious}}

As those battles resolve themselves, the tarp over the pit is thrown aside and Happs emerges, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him. He pulls a wicked-looking dagger out of his belt, then seems to think about it, and drops it to the ground. With an oily grin, he says, "I surrender, see I dropped my sticker without even being asked."

{{OOC: Assume that all of the bandits have been captured, though you can let 3 bleed out and die if you don't want to save them.}}

{{OOC: Where are you putting the bandits? Who is investigating the pit? Anything else (ask some questions)?}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark looks at Happs. "I expected no better of you Happs." Kymark walks over to the pit and looks in.

[stack]

Jon goes around to the wounded and attempts to stop their bleeding.heal!

binding wounds, starting with the worst off looking bandit

[roll0] untrained, retrying as needed unless someone else actually stablizes them
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
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[Magentawolf]

With the trio in the main building taken care of, Kylarra burst outside with her claws ready, only to find that the commotion has resolved itself. "Well.." she purred. "Seems you lot knew what you were doing, good." Cracking a feline smile, and peering with some interest at the apparently newly-grown trees, she padded over towards Happs and the pit, gesturing with her clawblades towards the former. "Right. Just come on up out of there, we've got a few more questions for you. Kymark? Why don't you see if Oleg and his wife need some help."

Shaking her head at the bandit, she narrowed her slitted eyes. "So, what's the deal, Happs? You think you and this lot could just roll in here and lay claim to everything?" ... Of course, that's what they were sent to do, too, but she doesn't let that little detail trouble her too much.

[Gwynfrid]

Grobec takes flight, and soon disappears over the walls. Meanwhile, Veyraan gives Jon a hand, to help with the prisoners' wounds.

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[Doc_Maynot]

Gweyr, meanwhile rushes out of the building, and in seeing that the combat is over rushes down into the pit to try and help the assumed Oleg inside.

[flat_footed]

Vallen walks over to Happs and secures his hands with manacles. Stooping down, he retrieves the dagger carefully. He keeps a close eye on the man while Kylarra questions him.

Posting on mobile, sorry for the brief post.

[Rofltrollcopter]

Now that combat was over, Evelyn visibly relaxed. She stayed where she was while everyone else was running about, and lied back against the ground. She folded her arms under her head, and hummed quietly to herself.

[Firedog]

Jon and Veyraan quickly move around the area stabilizing the injured. Thanks to their efforts, all of the bandits survive the fight.

Happs fixes Kylarra with a stare as Vallen places manacles on his wrists, "Whatever you say. Don't know why you folks are attacking us like this, but you'll answer for your crimes. The Staglord will find out about this, and then you'll wish you'd made a different decision here today."

A small lantern illuminates this area, but you almost wish it was dark. This is no refuse pit, it is a torture chamber. A large bear lies on the ground, shackled by its neck and paws to a spike driven deep into the wall of the pit. The creature has a number of fresh wounds on its sides, legs, and head. Most of them appear to be burns - likely caused by the heated irons lying in the coal brazier near the ladder. On the far side of the pit is an older woman seated on a wooden chair. She grips the seat with both hands at her sides, almost rigidly, refusing to move. Tears stream down her face, and her mouth opens in surprise. Seeing the two of you, she lets out a small cry, but still she doesn't move. She looks at the bear, then back at the two of you. Her voice cracks as she speaks, "Please, save my husband. Save my Oleg."

{{OOC: And just to be very clear, she is obviously indicating the bear when she asks you to save Oleg}}

{{OOC: All the bandits survived, and I'm going to assume you have them all restrained. For now, there are three inside the main building, and you have gathered together the rest of the bandits and lined them up against the outside wall of the main building. Happs is standing between the stables and the pit between Vallen and Kylarra. }}

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Kymark

Kymark looks at Happs, "What have you done to Oleg?"

[Doc_Maynot]

"By the Inheritor..." Gweyr says upon seeing the sight, she walks up to Oleg while pulling out her mother's book and in finding a healing prayer from inside, she begins. She recites the prayer and places her hand upon the bear, both it and her hand begin to glow with golden light.

[Firedog]

Happs looks at Kymark and grins, "I don't know what you're talking about. Didn't do anything to Oleg. He's not here anymore, or you already forgot we had that talk?"

Gweyr casts several spells to heal the bear's wounds. The creature moves slightly, and it's breathing slows into a steady rhythm. Though still injured, the bear appears to be in stable condition.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

kymark grins back, a grin that bellies his draconic nature.
Without looking back at the pit Kymark asks, "Please, my dear woman, tell me what happened to Oleg and do not leave out a thing."

[Gwynfrid]

After she makes sure all the prisoners are both safe and tightly bound, Veyraan comes to the side of the pit to try and understand what is going on. She remains silent, but listens carefully to the proceedings.

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Jon harrumphs and scowls, checking the prisoners' bonds and rechecking them. He shoots Happ a dark glance, "Never heard of any staglord but Erastil and last I checked he didn't set up petty bandit kingdoms for fun on the side. You lot can just cool your heels until we get to the bottom of all this. You know what the penalty for banditry is, right? And it seems to me we just got a couple nice sturdy trees to swing from. Convenient."

[Firedog]

The woman looks at Kymark. Seeing the bear healed has relaxed her somewhat, but she still seems oddly stoic, still sitting rigidly in the chair. "they came a few weeks ago. Saying they were representatives of a new land, and a new lord. But we had never heard of them - we were part of Brevoy. They were helping us, or supposed to!" she spits the last part.

"But Brevoy abandoned us. These bandits accepted our hospitality, then broke into our house during the night. Nearly killed Oleg, and threw him down here. Discovered his secret."

She looks at Kymark, somewhat defiantly, "He's cursed, you see. His form is that of a man, and a bear. He can control it if given the chance, but the animals that did this didn't let him. They started conducting their "tests" on him. He heals up faster than normal men, so that Happs said that he wanted to figure out how it worked. Forced me to sit and watch - making sure Oleg knew that if he resisted, Happs would start hurting me somehow."

"You're obviously not part of Happs' group, but who are you?"


The other bandits look downcast as they listen to Jon. One of them suddenly shouts, "Hey now, I just got here yesterday! I don't know what's happening, I.. I just joined up a few days ago so I wouldn't starve! I don't deserve to hang!" Several of the others also begin crying out, proclaiming their ignorance and innocence.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark's smile fades as his listens to the woman.

"We are representatives of Brevoy, here to bring order to the land." Kymark looks back to Happs, this time stern and angry. "i recall your lies, and now your men begin to turn their backs on you. Do you have anything to say in your defense Happs?"

[Gwynfrid]

Veyraan listens to the woman in a mix of wonder and horror. The story of the bear-man is of great interest to her, but she puts that aside for now, in order to focus on the crimes and the criminals.

"It would be a good idea to ask questions to each of these guys one by one, and privately. We'll see if their stories match. Maybe some of them deserve leniency...

For what was done to Oleg, though, I think at least some ought to hang." She casts a disgusted glance at Happs.

[Doc_Maynot]

Gweyr's armour glows, turning back into the blue outfit plagued of pockets and a large pointed hat. She then pulls out a small contraption and begins to fold it until she finds the lock picks on it, and begins to work on the collar. "Gweyr Swordhand, I work for myself. I came out this way looking for Oleg. Him and my parents were apparently good friends back in the day. Never once mentioned him being a were-bear though." She turns her attentions back to Oleg. "You're going to be okay. I'm going to get you and her both out of here."

[Magentawolf]

Shaking her head at Happs, Kylarra flexed her bladed set of claws, looking between them and the bandit leader, thoughtfully. "I suppose that might just make us the authorities of Brevoy here, hmm?" She turned to glance towards Kymark, one eyebrow lifted.

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Jon gives Veyraan a nod. "Good idea, separate questioning." He starts taking the prisoners one at a time, out of earshot, and questioning them.
"If you answer truthfully and give useful information we will grant leniency for your complicity in the crimes here."
"What is your name?"
"How long have you been here?"
"What do you know about this bandit king?"
"What other bandits are in the area? How many? Where?"


Happ can go last, I suspect he will have more dialogue/resistance to questioning

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[Firedog]

Happs' greasy smile fades a bit when Kymark mentions Brevoy, but his mask quickly falls back into place. "Brevoy, is it? Likely story, and do your worst. Stag Lord has people all over, probably already hearing messages about you sticking your nose in here. Enjoy your last days of living, mate."

Despite repeated inquiries, Happs remains silent except for the occasional (and quite rude) "playing his butt horn" as he calls it.

The bear seems to be groggy, but it manages to nod its head before falling asleep after Gweyr speaks to him. In a burst of energy, the woman leaps up from her chair, rushes over and wraps her arms around the bear's head, settling in and refusing to move again until he awakens.

The rest of the bandits are brought into the stables for interrogation one by one. Between Kymark, Jon, and Veyraan, they seem to get a good sense of the thugs and the part they played in the capture and torture of Oleg and his wife.

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Bandits 1, 2, 3, 8:
All of these men are long-time bandits who have been with Happs for at least a year. They have committed many crimes, and are set in their ways. They would say anything, including betraying and blaming one another, to save themselves.

Bandit 4
You cannot get a good read on him. He has only been part of Happs' crew for a few months, so he hasn't committed the crimes of the more experienced bandits, but he's by no means innocent. He knew what was happening with Oleg, and if he could escape, he would almost certainly return to his criminal ways.

Bandits 6, 7
Both of these young men (barely - almost boys) have only been "bandits" for a few weeks, and they just arrived at the Trading Post three days ago. They joined up because they were hungry and destitute, and being a bandit gave them food and a few pieces of copper. Both of them are from a village far to the south - it was destroyed a few years ago during one battle or another (they aren't sure), and they fled into the wilderness. The crimes they have committed are simple battery and theft.

Bandit 5
This bandit refuses to speak much, and it's clear he is on the downward side of being very, very drunk. If allowed to live through the night, his hangover in the morning would likely be more punishment than hanging. During questioning, however, Kymark notices something: a tattoo of a longbow on his right bicep. It is very ornate and intricate, something that one would only receive after joining an organization, or committing to a cause. The bandit simply covers it up if mentioned, and refuses to speak of it.

You recognize the tattoo as something given to rangers and guides who were trained by the church. This man was, at one time, a servant of Erastil and an excellent survivalist, tracker, and explorer.

{{OOC: None of them detect as evil. The number of other bandits range from 20-100, but the truth is probably somewhere close to the middle. The bandits have at least one camp a few days south, then another about two weeks south near a large lake. The camp by the lake is actually an old stone castle that's been claimed by the Stag Lord as his capital, and it's heavily guarded. A small village has started to grow around the castle (< 100 civilians). The only information you get about the Stag Lord is that he is a master of the bow, and he is a man, but with the head of a white stag with huge spreading antlers.}}

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Kymark

After the questioning Kymark brings the group together.

"Happs, along with Bandits 1, 2, 3, 4 and 8 deserve to be executed, unless they are willing to redeem themselves in a manner we can trust. I am not certain what that is and I am disinclined to trust any of them. Bandits 6 & 7 should be given a chance if they wish to redeem themselves, we can see if they have a trade or maybe help them start a farm or the like under us. The would have restrictions of course.
Bandit 5, I would like to sober him up and question him further. His tattoo marks him as a ranger of Erastil and I suspect he may be worthy of redemption."

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Evelyn didn't stay distracted for long, and her attention drifted back to the post battle cleanup. Evelyn opted to not climb down into the dark, smelly pit and instead choose to sit in on the interrogations. After they were done with the interogations, Evelyn talked with Kymark, Jon, and Vallen. Well drat it all. This is very inconvenient. What do you suppose we do with the lot? Hanging is a grisly affair, but I don't see us being able to ship them back to Brevoy either. Evelyn sighed and her ears visibly drooped. And here I was, hoping to join up with an Expedition that had a Charter. So much for that plan.

[Gwynfrid]

Veyraan listens carefully, not only to the bandits' tales but to the view of her new companions. As these folks appear of one mind in decisive opposition to the bandits, without any desire for hasty or unfair justice, she decides to trust them - it is time to show her hand.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you where I stand here. I believe most of these bandits deserve a harsh punishment, while a couple of others, such as you mentioned, Kymark, could likely be redeemed. But I don't have any authority to enact justice. I have reason to believe, however, that some of you might have a charter allowing them to do so. Am I right? If this is the case, let it be known that I was commissioned by Lady Feladora, Swordlady of Restov, to help the bearers of that same charter in their mission, as best I can."

[flat_footed]

"I was sent here as a part of my Order's pledge to justice." Vallen turns to the group. "I am empowered to find the truth and submit sentencing, should it be warranted."

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Kymark

"I do have such a charter." Kymark pulls out the scroll and opens it. "To explore and most assuredly to enact justice on bandits. I have the legal right and invite all of you that have aided me to join my group in doing so."

He pauses a moment.

"Justice by rope or sword. Rope take more time, effort and often creates more suffering. As such, for now, those we deem to be unrepentant bandits shall die by my sword."

[Doc_Maynot]

While Gweyr continues to work upon the lock she tries to strike up conversation with the woman. "So, never got a chance to ask your name. They talked about Oleg retiring to rebuild this place, but... If you knew my parents it makes sense they didn't mention his... Well I'm going to guess with how much you two care for each other.... Wife, right?"

[Gwynfrid]

Veyraan reads Kymark's document. "All right, so it is agreed." Grateful that Kymark is willing to undertake the grisly part of their duty, she looks around to check if anyone might have reservations on the matter.

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"Glad someone has the authority all proper like. Don't enjoy the idea, but some of them are a bad lot and I don't see much else we can do anyhow."

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Kymark

Kymark nods he head slightly. "I serve Sarenrae and if I had no charter, in this land of no law, I would not hesitate to bring justice here. Sarenrae demands that redemption is better than dead and so if we can sway them we must, but our resources are limited."

[Magentawolf]

The feline woman smiled, thinly, a gesture that showed off the very tips of her fangs as she considered the information gathered from the bandits.

"That camp to the south may well be our first duty under this charter.." she considered. "Too close to leave active, unless we find a way to fortify and man this post a bit heavier than before. We've seen what happened already."

[flat_footed]

As the conversation turns to future plans, Vallen considers the fate of two of the young bandits. With a stern gaze and a motion with his hands, he has both rise from the ground and leads them to the guest house.

Leading 6 and 7 away from the others.

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Kymark

Kymark looks to see what Vallen is doing. "Where are you taking them?"

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Evelyn's eyes light up as she sees Kymark's charter. Can we have a longer chat once this grizzly business is wrapped up.


Once the group settles on the matter and Vallen takes it upon himself to be executioner, Evelyn walks up behind him and tugs his arm. I could put them to sleep first. Evelyn said wistfully. It would just be a sleep that none of them wake up from.

[Firedog]

The two younger bandits rise and follow Vallen to the guest house. Both of them have a haunted look about them, as if they aren't sure if they are reall awake, or if they're trapped in some kind of nightmare. One of them quickly wipes away a couple of tears.

The rest of the bandits appear sullen in defeat, except for Happs. For some reason, he exudes confidence. It's almost like he knows something that is a secret from everyone else. Throughout his questioning, he freely admitted to his crimes, but all of them were twisted ever so slightly to make Happs seem like a victim, rather than an aggressor. Sure, he was torturing Oleg, but that was only because he was a ravenous monster. Sure, he made Oleg's wife watch, but that was only because she had to be shown her husband's true monstrous form! The double-speak and deflection of anything remotely close to responsibility is almost too much to handle.


In the pit, the woman holding Oleg glances up at Gweyr. "My name is Svetlana, and yes, I am Oleg's wife."

She pauses a moment, then continues, "I only met Oleg a few years ago, but once we spent time together, neither of us wanted to be with anyone else. We moved around quite a bit searching for a new home, so I've only met a few of his friends. May I ask their names?"

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Looking over the remaining captives, Jon speaks to those present, "If it is to be done, best it be done quickly. Give each a chance to speak in their defense, make an official sentence, let them make peace with whatever they have to make peace with, then have it done. Be good is Oleg was in proper form to bear witness though."

[Doc_Maynot]

Gweyr, finished with the lock, frees Oleg at last. "Well, it's good to be formally introduced Svetlana. They were Adolamin Swordhand and Krisa... Falconsomething. I never really asked mom about her family name, but I think my dad has something written down in his journals. Anyways, lets get the two of you out of here." She begins flipping through her father's book. "The invocation should be in here somewhere... Oh, there we go. I'll send you out first, and then Oleg right after. Should give you enough time to let them all know we're okay down here, and that Oleg is well..." She pats Oleg's fuzzy head a bit. "You know."


Using Quick Study to change heal back to Warp. If Svetlana is willing Gweyr will take her hand and send her right up.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

"Then lets get this unpleasant task out of the way. I find you all guilty of banditry and various of crimes of which are unnecessary to go into as the punishment for unrepentant banditry is death."

Kymark looks at each man in turn. "What say you?"

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra keeps a wary eye on Happs throughout these proceedings, on guard for perhaps some last-minute trick from the too-confidant bandit leader.

[Firedog]

Svetlana's eyes flicker at the mention of Gweyr's parents. "Oh! Oh my, Oleg has mentioned them many times. They were traveling companions, yes? Well, this is certainly a change in fortunes." She says with something near relief.

At Gweyr's offer, Svetlana shakes her head. "I'd rather stay with Oleg until he awakes, especially since he's not shackled any more. I'd hate for him to wake up and not know he's been freed by friends. There might be trouble. No worries though, I'm fine."

She pauses, then continues, "But I tell you, I could really use a glass of wine. Any chance you or one of your friends could help with that? I've got some bottles hidden in the hay loft, glasses in the main house. It's just... been a really long day."

So saying, Gweyr notices for the first time that Svetlana's face has started to show severe exhaustion. A glass of wine might put her fast asleep.

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Most the bandits simply scream and yell, hurling obscenities at Kymark and the various others around them. Many struggle against their bonds, but they fail to escape. None offer anything close to repentance.

After the rest of the bandits have had their say, Happs speaks up. With a wide grin, he says, "I'm curious though, what makes you think we're just bandits? See, all of us are part of the Stagvald military, every one of us. I'm a Captain, the rest of the boys here are sergeants and privates. And you know what else, we've declared war on Brevoy, sent an official letter and everything."

"So you see, we're not bandits at all, we're soldiers. And you've caught us fair and square. But you don't just execute soldiers during wartime, do you? Oh no, you have to keep us contained, but healthy, right? Isn't that how the civilized nations conduct their wars?"

"Unless you lot just don't care about that. In that case, execute away - but you'll have to live knowing you committed war crimes against soldiers of a legitimate foreign nation."

Happs leans back and grins, confident that his words and accusations are enough to save his life.

{{OOC: I won't even ask anybody to roll - Happs is an idiot and all the PCs know it. :) }}

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Kymark

Kymark stares at Happs as he speaks. Without hesitating he speaks. "In that case, I will execute you for the kidnapping, imprisonment and torture of the rightful owners of this establishment."
He rises and draws his great sword. "Lets take them outside and finish them."

[stack]

Jon grabs a shovel and follows, ready to restrain any that resist with the local plantlife.

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Sir Kymark. Please permit me to offer them one small mercy by putting them to sleep first Evelyn spoke up.

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark nods to Evelyn. "Of course. I do not seek vengeance in the form of pain or torment, although in the case of Happs I am tempted."

[flat_footed]

As the three enter the room, Vallen closes the door behind him and seats both men down on one side of a table. Drawing forth a piece of parchment, he seats himself opposite them and begins to write dutifully. Should either of them speak up about what he is writing, his response is already prepared: "The end of your lives."

Finishing his writing, Vallen lifts the page off the table and inspects his wording. Nodding his approval, he reverses it and slides it in front of both bandits. Four long lines stretch across the page underneath his words. "You are both young. Too young to have your blood on my blade, yet too old to escape judgement. This paper," Vallen taps on it insistently, "marks the end of the life you have created for yourselves since the loss of your village. From now on, you are to be apprenticed to Oleg. Much was taken from him, and the true culprits will find their lives ending in a more permanent fashion."

Vallen rises and retrieves another document from his pack, this one worn from both weather and age. A large symbol of a scale marks the first page and he solemnly runs his hamd over it. "I am a member of an organization known as the Order of the Scales. It is our burden, duty and passion to ensure justice, true justice, is afforded to everyone. In this instance, it means granting you both a second chance at a life worth continuing. There are four lines on this page; four signatures necessary to start these second lives. The first, and most important, are your own. The third is mine to sign, " Vallen does so with a flourish, placing the quill between both men. "and the fourth is for Oleg, should he agree to accept you both.
"Do not take this offer lightly. It is as much a lock as it is a key. You are accepting to work under Oleg's sole guidance. Your future, whatever it may be, will be shaped by his hand and by your own actions. And should you feel like breaking this contract," Vallen's face darkens as he rises and leans over the pair. "It is a sacred rite of my order to know when an agreement has been broken and to ensure justice is done."

[Gwynfrid]

Silent, Veyraan watches the proceedings. The grisly act brings her no joy, but she feels a responsibility to bear witness, should the group's actions be later questioned. Besides, I'm part of the decision and bear its weight, there's no use pretending otherwise.

[Doc_Maynot]

"Sure. I'll try and find it for you. Disiĝi la vualo." Gweyr says as she glows with energy before warping to the ground above. Upon getting out of the pit she looks around, trying to intuit what she had missed while down in the pit. "Oh, you got them wrapped up? Good job, everyone! Now, if you don't mind I'll be getting Svetlana a bit of wine. Oleg is fine... Just a bear. But again, he's fine." Gweyr says awkwardly as she scoots her way towards the main building. "Everything is fine..." Gweyr rushes into the building and begins to search for the wine.

[Firedog]

Hearing Kymark's response, Happs' face twists in anger, "What?! What do you mean?! We're at war, don't you know anything? You're killing legal soldiers..."

The remaining arguments die on his lips as Evelyn's spell takes hold. Happs falls asleep amidst several others. The remaining ones begin to struggle, but their efforts are sorely lacking as only seconds pass before they too become targets for Evelyn's power.

{{OOC: All of the bandits are asleep, except for the two with Vallen.}}

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The two younger bandits quickly get the point of Vallen's offer, and they both sign their names on the lines as indicated. Neither speaks much, but Vallen isn't sure if that's because they are awed at the opportunity to start over without resorting to banditry, or if they are just now realizing that all of their former allies are going to be executed for their crimes.

Either way, the two are compliant and seem willing to obey Vallen's directives.

{{OOC: Introducing Pereg and Khallen, I'll post a short bio in the shared folder for these two in a couple of days}}

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Gweyr quickly locates glasses and a bottle of wine for Svetlana. Gweyr returns to the pit and Svetlana quickly pours some, then downs almost half of it. "Forgive me, this must look terrible. I actually don't usually touch the stuff, but after all that's happened, well, this seems like something to celebrate... and then forget." she says the last part a bit quieter.

Svetlana looks up at the top of the pit, then into her glass. Raising her eyes, she speaks in a slow voice,

"Your parents know Oleg, and you've come here, and ended up saving him from what was going to be his death. But you seem surprised to see me - I can understand why. See, Oleg and I were together for years, then we lost touch. We both went our separate ways, but we eventually found each other again."

She takes another sip, then continues, "Oleg is from a family that is cursed to have another form. Over time, they have learned to control it. I have a similar gift, but mine is not so much a curse as it is a part of who I am. My family serves those you know of as fey - and we are able to change our shape into several creatures, including that of a human. Oleg and I found each other, and as you might imagine, accepted the other despite our differences. It's not easy to find another person to love who knows what it is to live as an animal."

She drains the little remaining in the glass, "I tell you this to help build trust. You are the only the second human I have revealed my secret to, and I do so out of respect for what Oleg has said about Krisa and Adolamin. I leave what to tell your friends to your judgement."

"Now, let's wake this oaf up."

Svetlana begins stroking the bear's head and snout, and the creature slowly begins to stir.

[stack]

Jon begins the hard work of burying the dead.

[Doc_Maynot]

She looks pretty composed given the information, and is honestly more curious than anything. But now is not the time for questions, and there are always more days to come. "You two will have no trouble from me. And, while the others probably already know about Oleg. I doubt it'll matter much to them. They're good people. Well, they seem to be good people, else I don't think they would have fought so hard to help the two of you." She looks over to Oleg. "Good morning. Feeling better, I hope?"

[Magentawolf]

Offering a thoughtful frown at the idea of swearing the two younger 'bandits' into service, the feline kept silent, and ended that line of introspection with an equanimous shrug. It wasn't the worst idea she's heard, and unnecessary bloodshed did tend to cause problems after a while.

While this was being taken care of, Kylarra re-entered the main building and began to search, looking in particular for where Happs may have set up an office or held court.


So, general idea is to search for any documents, evidence, what-have-you of either his claims of being a part of this 'Stagvald', or anything else that might prove interesting as to why this group was here.

[Firedog]

Oleg narrows his eyes, but his manner softens as Svetlana begins speaking to him and rubbing his head. He puts a large hand on top of hers, then falls back asleep. Svetlana finishes her wine, then says, "Come on, he'll be fine here for a while."

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After searching for a few minutes, you locate a small journal that has several entries apparently written by Happs. The entries are mainly about cargo and coin being shipped south to a place called Stagholme. Roughly, shipments have been happening every month or so, and in fact, there is an entry from yesterday with details about the furs and treasure leaving on a wagon. Future dates have also been recorded, confirming the monthly visits.

There is also mention of a woman named Kressle. She is apparently the leader of the camp to the south, and the entries make her appear to be both psychotic and depraved.

You also find a small red and blue wand.

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Several hours after the bodies have been buried, Svetlana asks to speak with the group.

"First, thank you again for helping us. I honestly don't know how much longer we would have lasted. But the danger isn't over yet. I know that Happs and his band were only a few of the bandits in the south. I don't know what your plans are, but I know that they were setting us up for monthly visits for cargo - I don't know if that's going to continue or not, but I thought I should mention it. They also set some kind of alarms outside. Happs had a wand or something he used to turn them on or off, but I don't know where it is now."

"That said, if you mean to eliminate the bandits, I think there are a couple of people you should meet. There is a strange man who lives about 10 miles away in a hut all by himself. Name of Bokken. He has visited a couple of times, seeking to trade potions for food. He's by himself, but he knows the area. Another person you should visit is Dreyton, he's a hunter and trapper. He was one of our best traders before Happs came, but the last time he was here, they took his goods and threw him out without paying. Letting him know that Happs is gone should be a priority - Dreyton's word carries weight among the other trappers and hunters. He usually works the forest west of here."

She looks at the two former bandits, "About these two, that's up to Oleg. If it was up to me, they'd hang."

"But like I said, that's up to Oleg. Now, if you folks need some supplies, you're welcome to take whatever you need. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

{{OOC: Pretty much any basic equipment is here, but only a handful of simple weapons, and a few suits of old leather armor. Nothing magical, masterwork, etc.}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark nods towards Svetlana. "Thank you for that information, your hospitality is most welcomed. We are here to protect and that we shall."
"I think you are correct about getting word to Bokken as soon as possible. This group of bandits will also need to be eliminated."
He pauses.
"I would completely understand if you and Oleg do not wish these two to serve you, but they were young, hopeless and starving and were easy to manipulate. They deserve another chance and if not with you then with another. If given a chance I am sure they will become upstanding men and contribute to this land."

Diplomacy to be convincing [roll0]

[stack]

"I too would prefer to see them have a second chance, asked as a favor, but if you will not have them perhaps they can work for us. Now, I think meeting these other men would be wise as soon as we reasonably can, but ought we rest and do so fresh tomorrow? Ten miles is not a short trip in unknown terrain." if we rest, Jon will spend the rest of his spell points making an impressive vegetable garden for Svetlana and tuck in a flower garden without telling her as a surprise

[Magentawolf]

Kylarra offered a purring chuckle when mention of the wards was brought up. "I've seen them myself, yes.." she nodded, flicking one tufted eartip before drawing a slim, red and blue wand from one of her pockets. "This might be what you're looking for. I found it, along with a journal, in Happs' belongings. It noted that the last shipment left for 'Stagholm' just recently, so we should have nearly a full month before any disruptions in the schedule would be noticed."

She offers the wand to Svetlana, and then continues: "It also mentions someone by the name Kressle, as leader of the southern camp. Does that name sound familiar at all?" She taps the book with a clawtip, looking thoughtful. "Nasty customer, it sounds like, even to Happs."

[Firedog]

Svetlana appears unmoved about the two bandits. "Had any of you been through what I have, you might well feel the same. But I have said my peace on the matter, it is Oleg you must convince. I will speak no more of them."

When Kylarra produces the wand, Svetlana nods, "That makes sense. I've seen Happs use that in the morning and at night. That's when they said the alarms were active. But I never saw him actually use it, so I can't help you with it."

At the mention of Kressle, Svetlana goes pale, "That woman is not of this world. Someone of such cruelty and anger can only be from another place, far beyond the realm of mortals or fey. I've seen her..." She shakes her head as she stops speaking. Slowly, she continues, "Her rage is terrifying. I watched her torture one of her men she accused of theft. He lasted days. I overheard her later, laughing with Happs about how she had accidentally miscounted the bottles of wine. There was no remorse or regret, she enjoyed what she did to that man."

She looks at the group, "She is hate and insanity made flesh. But I also have to wonder, who or what could command respect from such a degenerate monster? Who leads this Stagvald, and what kind of monster are they to accept someone like Kressle in their service?"

{{OOC: Anything else before resting for the night?}}

{{OOC: Spellcraft DC 12 to figure out how to use the wand.}}

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn is somber as the grisly business gets underway, a sharp contrast to her normally cheery self. When they are finished and talking to Oleg and Sveltina, she speaks to some of the other members of the group. Sir Kymark, may I have a moment of your time? Does your particular charter have a clause for allowing others to join the group associated with it? If so, I would be very interested in joining your efforts. I am a spellcaster, and I am quite capable of carrying my own weight.

As Kylarra discusses the journal she found, Evelyn notes the wand. May I have a look at it? Assuming Kylarra acquiesces, she handles it with her fingers as she attempts to uncover its purpose.

Spellcraft: [roll0]

[HappyMerecat]

Sir Kymark, may I have a moment of your time? Does your particular charter have a clause for allowing others to join the group associated with it? If so, I would be very interested in joining your efforts. I am a spellcaster, and I am quite capable of carrying my own weight.

Kymark smiles. "I would be glad to have you as part of my charter. We can use all the help we can to bring peace and unity to this land."

[Gwynfrid]

"As I mentioned earlier, I was send to give any help possible against banditry. If you will have me, I think I can be of use, in particular with scouting and exploring wilderness areas." Veyraan joins Evelyn in her conversation with Kymark.

"That doesn't mean we should be looking for every help possible: I would take Svetlana's suggestion and pay a visit to these folks, Bokken and Dreyton, before we go after this Kressle - sounds like a truly horrendous person, that one..."

[stack]

"As I mentioned before, I agree that we should seek these potential allies out first." Jon repeats. He joins Svetlana, "Are there any herbs or vegetables you are in particular need of? It would be a waste not to cultivate some before I rest, my song is not yet finished for this day."

[Magentawolf]

Handing the wand over to Evelyn, she chuckled. "Knock yourself out, not my usual line of work." To the others, she offered hesitant agreement. "I do think this other camp is too close for comfort, but allies are useful, and we may discover some additional information by speaking with them."

[Firedog]

Night passes uneventfully. Morning arrives with a chill in the air. Looks to be a clear and sunny day, if a bit on the cooler side of things.

Oleg and Svetlana come outside to meet with you. Oleg seems tired, but his body bears none of the scars inflicted upon him by Happs and his thugs. He speaks slowly with a deep voice, "Svetlana tells me that you saved us from those bandits. You have my thanks. Their leader - I will not say his name - left a small chest of coin hidden under our bed. It's all yours. I can give it to you, or hold it for you, whichever you prefer. I'll also let you have anything in my stores for cost, I'll not put any profit in my pocket from those who already gave me my life."

"Now, she also tells me that there were two new pups that arrived on the cart that you didn't execute. After what I've been through, I'm not interested in having any of their kind around here, so whatever your plans are, make sure them leaving and never returning is part of 'em!"

Svetlana rubs his arm, "Calm down, you're still tired, you big bear."

He looks indignant, "Bah, don't 'big bear' me! I'm fine!"

"Yes, dear. Tell you what, I'll get breakfast going. I'm going to head over to that amazing garden that grew up last night to see if I can find something new and exciting!" She gives the group a sly look, "Any of you want to take responsibility? I'm hoping somebody speaks up - it's got plants in it that I've never seen before!"



{{OOC: Oleg might be persuaded to take the reformed bandits, so feel free to make your checks.}}

{{OOC: He is also able to answer any other questions you might have.}}

{{OOC: All normal items cost 1/2 normal from Oleg. In addition, the party now has 1,200 gp, currently in a chest under Oleg's bed.}}

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark nods solemly at Oleg. "If you do not wish the conscripted youth to work for you, we will find somewhere else for them to work. It is at your discretion of course, but you have our word they will serve you safely or we will repay any harm done."

Diplomacy [roll0]

Upon hearing the comment about the garden, Kymark looks concerned. "...garden that grew up overnight? That seems suspicious."

[stack]

"Well, seemed to me the scum that gave you trouble weren't the types to properly tend the berries, herbs, and vegetables. Salt pork and hardtack are all well and good, but some fresh strawberries make rations into a meal I say." Jon smiles broadly, dipping his hat as he speaks.

[flat_footed]

"It is not due to misplaced generosity that we offer these two into your service. Their situation led us to believe there was still hope for them. They joined to not starve, both for food and family. I have no doubt that you could both lead them to a better life, and keep them so busy they have no more room for ill conceived thoughts."

[roll0]
[roll1]

Both rolls are to appeal to Oleg. Class feature (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/base-classes/cavalier/archetypes/paizo---cavalier-archetypes/herald-squire) to roll twice and take the better result whenever I use diplomacy on someone for the first time. Also, any improvement in attitude towards me from diplomacy also improves their views of my "knight". With your approval, Firedog, this would go to the party leader.

[Rofltrollcopter]

Oh, Thank you! Evelyn beams and briefly wraps her arms around his armored form. After an awkward amount of time passes, she turns her attention back to the wand. She takes it with her, as she bids the others good night.

~~~

When the group goes to talk with Oleg and Sveltena in the morning, Evelyn seems positively ecstatic. I've figured it out! It's a Wand of Alarm, except its tied to certain magical stones. I don't suppose anyone here has run across them while searching the area? If it's all the same to you, I would like to hold on to it. I'm not sure how useful it would be for anyone else.

As the group discusses the fate of the young bandits, Evelyn seems to wilt. Please offer them this kindness she begs Oleg. It's.. not very pleasant being on your own in the world.

While she is talking, Llewlyn runs off on his own. The weasel starts to frolic in the new garden, heedless of everything else around him.

[Magentawolf]

I've figured it out! It's a Wand of Alarm, except its tied to certain magical stones. I don't suppose anyone here has run across them while searching the area? If it's all the same to you, I would like to hold on to it. I'm not sure how useful it would be for anyone else.



Turning to Evelyn, she chuckled softly. "Those particular stones are, I assume, set to encircle the fort. I know where some of them are, for a fact, but unless we want to dig them up and bring them with us, I'd suggest we leave that wand here as a defense for the trading post. "

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark smiles at Evelyn and returns her hug. He is happy to have her with him.

[Firedog]

Oleg listens as the group tries to convince him to take on the former bandits. Finally, he holds up his hand. "Fine, you've convinced me. But you make sure they know that I'm a hard man to please. They're going to wake up early, work hard, and go to be exhausted. But they'll have food in their bellies and a roof to sleep under."

For a moment, he pauses, then his voice takes on a deeper tone, almost a growl, "But if I see them lapsing back into their old ways, even one time,
I'll handle it myself. No warnings, no questions. Are we all clear?"

He glances around to see if everyone agrees.

{{OOC: Keep on going with other conversation, just wanted to respond to the Diplomacy checks.}}

{{OOC: Also still need to know where you're going.}}

[Gwynfrid]

Kymark
Upon hearing the comment about the garden, Kymark looks concerned. "...garden that grew up overnight? That seems suspicious."

"Things like that have been known to happen!" Veyraan replies. Mischievously, she elbows Jon in the side, with a wink.


"But if I see them lapsing back into their old ways, even one time,
I'll handle it myself. No warnings, no questions. Are we all clear?"


Veyraan just nods, understanding Oleg's gruff manner after what the man has been through.

[stack]

Jon nods to Oleg, "A second chance, not a third. I reckon that is fair. Suppose we ought to be off. Bokken sounds like a place to start to me, find friends before seeking enemies."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark listens to Oleg intently. He looks unsure with Oleg's words. He looks at the ground. "If they lapse back into crime then they will heading towards the same end result as Happs and his other men."

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn looks confused as Kymark discussed the rather pleasant new garden Is it really that strange? She asked, and thus revealed a bit of her tumultuous grasp on reality.

When Kylarra discussed the wand, Evelyn responded. That's true, but in order to use the wand, one would have to have some knowledge of spellcasting, otherwise it would be useless. We could make use of it as well, for the same reasons that you mentioned.

Evelyn turned to face Oleg May the Gods smile upon on you. Evelyn says solemnly in response to Oleg agreeing to take the men on. She offers the wand to Oleg. Would having this around make you feel more secure? She asks

Evelyn turns to address the group. Well, do we have any other reason to stay around? I'm ready to head out, to whatever fortune has in store for us. She turns to face Jon. Who is this 'Bokken' you mentioned?

[stack]

"Lives nearby, should be friendly. Ten miles from here. You know, one of the two Scetlana told us about just last night. Anyhow, if he trades food for potions maybe taking some extra victuals along might make him more favorable, though fruits and vegetables I can manage when we get there."maybe get some salt pork to take along, on phone so I don't want to look up weight and cost, but maybe 20 gp or so, not so much that it weighs is down

[flat_footed]

After Oleg's acceptance, Vallen walks back to the boys. "You have both been granted this chance, officially." He digs through his pack and produces a few coins. He deposits an equal amount into each boy's hand. "Go to Oleg. Use this coin to provide yourself tools or supplies you would like to have as your own. You will also bring him this," Vallen retrieves their unfinished contract, "to sign. I look forward to seeing what you have made of yourselves when I return. And I will return."

Vallen gives both boys 5gp and will head out with them back to Oleg.

[Firedog]

The two new apprentices bob their heads and fall over themselves as they sprint toward Oleg. He grumbles a bit, but you all can tell its mostly bluster. He eventually leads them toward the stables. The words "mucking" and "so clean I could eat on it" feature prominently in their discussion.

Svetlana has a few questions about the garden, but she is soon puttering around, examining the plants, harvesting a few here and there, but generally simply enjoying herself. She seems to have made a remarkable recovery from the horrors of Happs and his crew. Or perhaps she has just chosen to push away those memories until she can deal with them in another way. At the least, it seems that she is in good mental and physical health.

The discussion about which direction to go is settled quickly. Bokken, the hermit who lives 10 miles away is your first stop. You all gather your gear for the journey, and Jon grabs a couple of large sacks containing salted meats.

Neither Svetlana nor Oleg want to use the wand, so while they are happy to watch it for you, they won't be activating the alarms. Something about reminding them of their prison. You all get the sense that there is more to the story, but neither seems willing to elaborate. That said, they plan to lock the gate at sundown, and lock their doors and windows.

-----

The journey to Bokken's hut is relatively smooth and uneventful. Dark clouds roll far to the north, but it seems like rough weather will avoid you for now. You arrive a few hours after noon.

The hut is a small ramshackle wooden structure with a single door and windows down the sides. It is built near a small creek, nestled in between several massive sycamore trees. An old man is seen inside the cabin, moving around back and forth in quick bursts of energy. He does not appear to notice your approach.

[flat_footed]

Vallen dismounts Dúath swiftly, continuing forward with the reins in his hand. His hood and hair are pulled back, leaving the pointed tips of his ears prominently displayed. The mark of his order on his chest shines in the hints of sun that peek through the trees. He looks to his companions and flashes a quick smile; it's easy to see how much he enjoys this. Vallen turns to the hut and begins to slowly walk down the path towards it. His voice carries softly over the breeze, with a hint of laughter.

"Well met Bokken! The day shines bright and true and we should like to join you for a time. Word of your kindness and knack for potions has reached our ears by way of Oleg and Svetlana, who send their greetings. We have food aplenty and would be honored to share our table with you, as it were. I cannot promise it is as good as Svetlana's kitchen would produce, but good company especially can be hard to come by in these dark times."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark gestures towards his companions. "This is Vallen, Evelyn, Kylarra, Jon and I am Kymark." Kymark bows towards Bokken.
"We are here to bring peace and order to this land under a Charter from Brevoy. We have freed Oleg and Svetlana from the yoke of bandits who are apparently associated with Stagholm which has our attention now."

"Oleg and Svetlana wanted to lt you know they are open for business and no longer under their control."

Diplomacy[roll0]

[stack]

"Indeed, the winds of change are blowing in this land. We would have our friendship and custom." Jon adds.aid another dip [roll0]

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn stood near the back and rested on her staff. She was perfectly content to let the men do the talking, since they seemed to have everything in order. She smiled as she idly noted just how animated Vallen was while he was leading the proceedings. The man seemed to have a talent for making friends anywhere, even in the middle of nowhere. She raised an eyebrow in bemusement as Kymark neglected to mention the last two members of the group. And Veyraan and Gweyr she calls out.

[Gwynfrid]

"Good morning!" Veyraan adds cheerfully, ignoring Kymark's forgetfulness of her, but making a wink in Evelyn's direction. "We heard you're a great man with potions, and know the land well..." She leaves the sentence unfinished, but by the look on her face, she's eager to hear the man's reaction.

[Magentawolf]

Eyeing the clouds overhead as the group rode in, Kylarra scowled briefly, then decided that, for once, the weather would cooperate. As they arrived, the feline woman dismounted gratefully; horses never really found her a comfortable burden for some reason. Letting Kymark and Vallen speak, she remained a watchful presence in the shadow of the trees.

[Firedog]

The door slams open, and for a moment, everyone is positive the battered wood is going to fly apart from the impact. By the grace of some power or miracle, the door remains intact, allowing the old man to exit the hut. His face takes on a fearsome expression, and he raises his withered arms. His mouth contorts in strange ways as he begins making sounds only heard in nature - leaves rustling in the wind, a running stream, rain falling on the grass...

But after only a moment, he freezes, listening to Vallen's speech. Without lowering his arms, and without changing his expression, his eyes dart around, looking at each of the speakers in turn. He finally starts glancing between Kylarra and Gweyr. Waiting a moment, he finally speaks in a deep strong voice, "What, nothing to add?"

Dropping his arms, his visage becomes one alternating between squinting, exaggerated sniffing, and muttering.

"Right then, I'm Bokken. This is my place. It's a good thing you're not bandits, or I'd have turned you all into plants like those guys over there!" he points generally toward his left. He glances over, and seeing nothing there, continues, "Um, looks like they migrated. Creeping figs, can't trust 'em to stay put. Hate it when that happens. Next time, it's stay-in-one-place holly bushes!" he yells at nobody in particular.

Spinning around, he smiles and addresses the group, "So you've got food, eh? Well, what kind of potions do you want?" He quickly raises a hand, palm aimed at Vallen, "Hold on, I'll stop you right there, lover boy! I don't care what you and the horse have going on, I don't do any love potions! Or any not love potions either! Too dangerous, might spill a drop or two when I make it. I spent a winter fighting off a randy squirrel, and lemme tell you..." His eyes take on a haunted look, and he shudders, "Um, no, I don't think I will."

Bokken's eyes move to land on Kymark, "And what's this Stag-thing you mentioned?"

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn stared at Bokken with a soft, bemused expression as he ranted. His strange mannerisms weren't off putting to Evelyn's Fae disposition, since she herself wasn't too concerned about complying to social norms. However, when Bokken spoke ill of Vallen, Evelyn's face darkened like a winter storm. Hey! Evelyn snaps at Bokken That... Evelyn was flustered, and she wasn't terribly proficient in wordplay. That wasn't very nice!

[flat_footed]

Vallen turns and winks at Evelyn to show that no insult was given, before facing Bokken once more. "The food is our gesture of good will. Good food for good company, as I said." Leaning down towards Dúath, Vallen's lips whisper out a quick command as his hands retrieved rations. The hart bowed slightly to Bokken before walking slowly back to the tree line to stand with the other mounts.

"I do hope we haven't interrupted your day."

[HappyMerecat]

Kymark

Kymark smiles at the old man. "The bandits that had seized Oleg's claimed that they were in league with some stag lord or something. This seems to be true based on Svetlana's information as well. We plan on going after them once we have informed some people that Oleg's trading pot is open for business."

[stack]

"I don't suppose you can tell us anything of recent events here or have any information or maps of the surrounding area?" Ben adds hopefully.

[Magentawolf]

Hey! Evelyn snaps at Bokken That... Evelyn was flustered, and she wasn't terribly proficient in wordplay. That wasn't very nice!

Laughing softly, the feline woman padded forward, tailtip curled in amusement. "But all the more fun for it." She nodded to Bokken after a moment. "I do not think we are in any great need at the moment, but we had heard from Svetlana that these bandits had been troubling you, as well. It's our intention to remove them from this area."

[Firedog]

Bokken gives Evelyn a lop-sided grin, "Oh, he didn't mind, and neither did his steed. Beautiful animal, by the way."

"And no, Master Vallen, you did not interrupt my day. Good thing about living out here, the only schedule I keep is my own. And I have given myself permission to interrupt myself whenever myself wishes to do so!" he says while gesturing repeatedly at his chest.

At Kymark's response, Bokken grimaces, "I've heard of this Stag Lord. Supposedly from around these parts, from the western forest. Be interested to know how he got the name though. Doesn't seem like something his momma gave him."

He looks at Jon, "Well, the lands have been more active than usual. Guess its these bandits. There is the kobold tribe to the south. Don't usually bother me, but they've been mighty quiet lately. Hope they're not getting themselves into trouble. Then old Nettle usually stops by a few times each year, but I haven't seen him in a while. Runs a ferry to the southeast. As for a map, I can probably scrounge up something."

Bokken goes back inside and tosses a few things around. He returns a minute later with a worn map of the region. Holding it up, he says, "We're here. Back this way is Oleg's, and here's the ferry. The kobolds live around here." he points at each with a gnarled finger.

He holds it out for Jon, then smiles at Kylarra. "I wish you luck, but people have been trying to remove the bandits from these lands for generations." Bokken holds up his hands and shrugs. "I don't doubt your intentions, but I hope you understand my reservations. But you helped Oleg and Svetlana, so I'll be willing to do my part if you need me. I know the lands around here, and something about the magic that flows through this area. If you discover anything unsual, or if you come across something that you don't understand, let me know and I'll be glad to help."

{{OOC: I'm working on a regional map for the Shared folder, should have it up tomorrow or Friday.}}

{{OOC: The ferry is about 30 miles to the south, and the kobolds are another 10 miles beyond that. I'll also be uploading overland travel rules in the Shared folder with the map.}}

{{OOC: Just to be clear about Bokken, he is a druid who can make potions max 3rd level. He is willing to sell you potions at a 10% discount.}}

[stack]

Jon takes the map, looking to over carefully. "Most helpful, most helpful indeed. Thank you. Svetlana mentioned to us the name of Dreyton, a local trapped out the other side of the trading post. Do you know anything of him? We considered introducing ourselves there next."

[flat_footed]

Holding out one hand, Vallen offers Bokken a share of his rations and takes a comfortable seat nearby (stump, fallen tree, large rock etc.). After taking a bite, and following it with a healthy pull from his waterskin, Vallen's voice deepens into a more serious tone.
"We are happy to see you doing well here on your own, though others have not been so lucky. What have you heard or seen regarding the trader Dreyton recently? We heard that the same men who accosted Oleg and Svetlana also relieved him of his wares and turned him out."

[Rofltrollcopter]

Evelyn is mollified somewhat by Vallen and Bokken's words, but its clear that she isn't comfortable with the strange man. So, shall we head over to Dreyton's then? She seems keen to get back on the road again as soon as possible.

[Firedog]

Bokken shakes his head, "Don't know any Dreyton, but then, trappers and hunters don't come around here much. I'm fond of the animals around here, and well... they aren't so fond of them, what with the killing and the skinning and the eating." he grumbles a bit before continuing.

"But if you're heading over to the forest where most of those morons spend their time, best be careful. Something has stirred up the creatures there. Had a bunch of my friends head over this way leaving the forest. Something's messing with the balance in there, I've sent some messages but haven't heard anything yet. If you do go over there and you find anything that may point to what's happening, I'd be very thankful. Like a couple of love potions thankful... or their equivalent in others if that works better."

{{OOC: Anything else to ask Bokken? If not, he gives each of your a potion of healing for the trades and wishes you luck.}}

{{OOC: And if you are finished, which way are you heading?}}

[flat_footed]

Vallen nods at Bokken's words. "You are lucky to have the friendship of so many creatures. I must admit, I have not been as fortunate, beyond Duath. Should we cross the paths of your friends, how can we show that we are your friend? And then, how can we get a message to them or from them? I fear the animals remaining in the forest would flee any man's presence for fear of hunters."

Vallen is offering to help look out for Bokken's friends, but hinting at needing two things. First, anything that would identify them to the woodland creatures as a friend of Bokken. Second, a potion or other means of communicating with the animals.

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[roll1]

[Gwynfrid]

Veyraan smiles at the strange man, finally seeing that he makes a good deal of sense. "We will be careful, and certainly, bring you any news back. I'm so eager to learn about the creatures of this land!"

[stack]

"I have known some that could speak to animals and even plants and stones, but I do not have that gift. Perhaps I can learn of it, sometime. For now, thank you and good day."I saw we head for Dreyton, maybe stop by the trading post if it isnt out of the way. Guess I should check the map.

[Rofltrollcopter]

Seeming to have calmed down, Evelyn directed a question at Bokken. Do you know if there are any Elven ruins in the region? It's part of the reason I came this far south.