A Tale of Two Sides

[Deathslayer7]

Here is the IC thread for my campaign.

[Deathslayer7]

Roll Call!

[Deathslayer7]

If the spoiler doesnt have you name on it, don't read it. If you read it anyway, don't metagame with it.

MAJOR PLOT MOVEMENT!!!!!!!!!

all:



Man #2: It was not my fault he...
(cuts him off short)

Man: Silence! I have had enough of your failures! All you do is fail me! Are the troops ready?

Man #2: Yes.

Man: Good. What about our little orcish friend?

Man #2: He is traveling to Balis as we speak. The northern tribes represent no threat to us.

Man: Good. Then all is preceeding as planned. Go.

(Man #2 turns to leave)

Man: And Balamon... Do not fail me again.

Balamon: Yes father.



theres you little taste. Now i'm doing a roll call. We shall start once everyone posts saying that they are here.

[MOD]

Kellen

Without a doubt Balis was the city of hustle and bustle that Kellen remembered from his youth. He stood languidly against a street corner, paging through a small book, occasionally glancing toward the massive throngs of life writhing throughout the metropolis.

Where shall I venture today?

Taking a small dagger from beneath his cloak Kellen places it on the ground and with a firm twist sets it to spinning.

[Mantid]

Geil Eighthblade

Geil holds his battleaxe, Agaziburk, before him, facing the simple practice dummy and focused, trying to sense the other dummies around him, each representing an ally or an enemy. A battle was never just a man and his enemy, and the Eighthblades had developed their techniques accordingly. Geil shifted his weight and stepped forward, slashing at the dummy with his axe, cutting the straw across its chest. With a sudden twist, he spun the axe around, leaving a splintered mark across the wood representing the dummy's shoulder.

Geil stepped closer and examined the second mark, nodding in approval. It wouldn't be a lasting wound, but that wasn't the goal. The small cut would be a painful one, which would cause most enemies to drop their guard slightly. Long enough for allies to press the advantage, at least.

"Time to go," Geil admitted to himself, returning Agaziburk to his holster behind his shoulder. Strapping his shield to his backpack and throwing onto his back, he headed out into the Balis.

[Naleh]

Kharos

The hulking figure is attracting a great many hostile stares, but it does not seem to mind. It wanders aimlessly through the city of Balis, searching for a lead. It frequently enters taverns and other gathering places (to more stares), asking the populace in general for news from beyond the Lost Valley, or questioning where he can find the "chief 'round here".

It would probably have been thrown out each time, if anyone dared approach it. But how many people will manhandle a fully-grown, battle-scarred, heavily-armed half-orc?

[MammonAzrael]

______

Moving through the throngs of people going in the busty of the marketplace, the construct listens to the crys of hawkers, the chatter of the of passing couples, and the rhythm of the city. Through the sense of peace and relief long deserved and still fresh, it searches for any rumors and noises of disquiet, worrying disturbances in the practiced movements of the everyday.

Later, it will head towards the library near the university, to research into history and possible links from the past to the current rumors. But now, in the light, is the time for research of a different kind, listening to these strange and wondrous, unpredictable creatures, and to find it's place among them.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro short, measured strides bore him steadily through the throng of the great unwashed. He kept his curved bow in hand, unwilling to trust it being jostled about behind him. Bad enough that the new rapier was banging at his hip.

The silver-skinned elf took the occasional startled glances of the proles in stride. Their curiosity was natural, forgivable. All that mattered was his goal.

He was nearly to the university, where he would be able to arrange to settle in for a short while, the better to search out possible magical clues to that new spell...but more on that when he got there. Here was a sight even rarer than himself - an automaton, a living construct, moving ahead of him through the crowd, and seemingly bent on the same destination. Interesting. Perhaps today would be...interesting.

[Deathslayer7]

As each of you wander throughout the city, guards pass neraby and stop each of you, asking the same question.

Are you adventurers? If so meet at the palace gates at 6 pm sharp. Dress nicely.


With that, they leave you alone and hand you an invitation which reads as follows:

Dear Sir or Madam,
I may have need of your personal service. If you would be so kind as to meet me for dinner at 6:30 pm in the megaron, I would be happy to explain the details in person, as it is unsafe to talk in letters. The rewards shall be copious, I promise you that. Dinner and entertainement shall be provided. Please show this letter to the guards at the palace gates at 6pm. Please do not be late.

Signed,
You highness,

~ The King ~

[MammonAzrael]

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Giving up it quiet hunt for rumors as futile (as it found that it was nearly always the topic of conversations it passed), the construct slips the kings invitation into it's backpack and heads to the library to finish off the rest of the afternoon.

It leaves the library early, to ensure it won't be late, and arrives before the palace at 5:50. Once there it politely proffers the invitation to the only soldier taking its presence in stride.

I'll be posting rolls and mechanics in spoilers unless there is somewhere else you'd like them. And do we have an OoC thread?

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

Rolls to see what I might glean in the library.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro simply nodded to the guard's odd questions. He paused for a moment to read the curious note. Clearly, if the king was taking time to hand-write notes to strangers, this was serious.

Maestro sought out a quiet corner of a tavern, perhaps with a bit of light from a window, the better to pull out a book to read up on this king. When he finished, he ordered a tea and spent a bit of time in reverie, thinking of his home. And all that had been lost in the war.

Gathering his thoughts and his bow, Maestro turned his step towards the palace, where awaited an appointment with, if not destiny, at least its harbinger.

Pausing for a Knowledge Nobility check [roll0] to see what he might already have heard about the king.

[Naleh]

Kharos

The half-orc stares a while at the letter. Writing is something of a novelty to him, but he understands the message and makes sure to turn up outside the Palace by six o'clock, showing the letter to the guards to make them put their annoying swords away.

While he waits, the orc kneels on the ground outside the gates to shamelessly praise Glorious One-Eye, whose holy symbol hangs prominently from the creature's neck.

MammonAzrael, I think you mean 5:45. 6:30 is when we'll meet the King, but we have to be at the gate by 6:00. Histority nobility was stuffy about its waiting times. :smallsmile:

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Approaching the gates, bow still in hand, Maestro stops suddenly, a deep inhalation the only outwards sign of his shock. An orc had penetrated the city, and was poised just outside the gates, ready to...

...to pray?

Baris would take some getting used to.

forcing himself to lower the bow, and to step nonchalantly past the creature, proffering his invitation to the guard.

[Mantid]

Geil

Geil accepts the not with a nod. It seemed like an unusual summons, but it wasn't one Geil wouldn't miss.

Geil arrived promptly at the gates that evening, taking careful measure of the others at the gate before approaching the guards and presenting his invitation.

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen watches the spinning dagger until the momentum it carried was lost. North, the dagger pointed. With a quick snatch Kellen whips the dagger back into his cloak and begins a leisurely northern walk.

For near an hour Kellen made causal observations of the peoples of Balis. He sighed, despite the war and his long absence from his hometown, the people of Balis remained unchanged in their ways. Intending to return to his home and consider his options Kellen makes an about face and in an instant his mind changes.

A being composed entirely of metal, a construct he recalled, was simply walking down the road. "Intriguing," he whispers to himself. Filled with purpose Kellen begins following the strange creature as it wanders throughout Balis. Simply watching it as it was accosted by a guard, receiving some sort of paper, Kellen knew that the causal observations of this specimen must be documented. Reaching for his pen Kellen curses himself for not being adequately prepared.

Quickly making his way to the guard Kellen takes an invitation and allows himself the smallest of smiles as he reads it. At the appointed time Kellen arrives at the palace gate, his quarry within sight. After handing his invitation to the guard Kellen stood back and simply observed and this time Kellen was prepared.

(With pen, ink and parchment mind you!)

Hmm... what does Kellen really know of constructs...

Knowledge: Arcana [roll0]
Knowledge: Arcana (Int + Rank + Skill Trick: Collector of Stories)

Also can we get an OOC thread please

[Deathslayer7]

for those of you who studied in the library all day, its really common knowledge.

all:

Barthemew Liligon, successor of Alexander Liligon, who slayed Balamon in the war. No citizen of Balis would ever say anything bad against his name. He is a fair and just king, governing when needed, and making sure not to overdo it too much. He is liked by everybody and is said to have a cheerful manner about him.


For constructs:

You know that they were made from the beginning of Balamon's War, and were continually improved. The latest models barely saw any battle action, but all are programmed to take orders from anyone loyal to the King of Balis, the elves or dwarfs, as long as they recognixe that he or she is a leader. You also know that they never rest or eat, and were the perfect to counter to the restless undead who neither needed food or rest.



As you arrive at the gate, you notice you aren't the only ones there. Other adventurers stand nearby, each with his or her own invitation. Many stare at the construct and the orc, each drawing attention to themselves, rumors and whispers spreading about.

At about five till six, the guard speaks.

Glad you all could make it. I'll have Brutus here accompany you to the megaron.

He says this as he points to a neraby servant who looks half terrified of the guests that arrived.

This way. Brutus says weakly and obidiently everyone follows.

As you enter the courtyard, a few people gasp. Such a beautiful sight is before you. Fountains tall as two men spray water high into the air. Lush trees and rose bushes are in full bloom before the palace. The lawn is well attended to, and servants scurry around with a purpose.

As you enter the the front doors, a few people let out low whistles. The palace seemed small from afar, but it was exactly opposite of that. The cieling reached over 50 feet high, and grand columns standing 30 feet high are inlaid with gold, silver, and gems of all assortments. The tile is freshly polished and has a shine to it as if no one ever walked on it before.

Don't stray. Brutus says as he leads you through more halls turning here and there. At last he brings you to the megaron, and it isn't as splendid as some thought it would be.

It was spacoius for a normal adventurer, although this might be cramped by a king's standard. Across the hall, a table is set up with a variety of food, and all around the room are jugglars, entertainers, and storytellers practicing. As they notice you, most stop and stare. The orc is drawing attention to himself again. All around the room, are tables enough to seat 8 people to each table. More than enough tbales for all of you.

OOC: Appreciated

I probably won't make an OOC unless you really want me too. I rarely check the OOC thread and really you can just post anything in here if you need something. I check this more often than not. if by all means you cant stand the idea of not having an OOC thread, then I'll make it just for you. Just tell me.

On another note, I need books. My friends have failed me. I asked for an e-mail of the books they have, and none have responded so far. So if any of you can please a dm without any books isn't a very good dm. If someone could send an e-mail or a link to a website that i could download the books, I would appreciate it. Thank you.

List: PHB I/II
Monster Manuals
Completes
DMG I/II
BoED
any other that someone used in their character creation.

[email protected]

(please dont send me trojans or the like :smallwink:)

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro is slightly nonplussed that the orc is included in the invitation, but says nothing, and shows...almost nothing. The silver-skinned elf's eyes flare red, briefly. No more. He is fascinated by the construct, having heard of them in action but not yet seen one up close.

As they enter the Megaron, Maestro looks around at the other four with him, and at the plethora of entertainments and foods. Instinctively, he begins to pace off the room's perimeter, keeping an eye out for anything untoward. He smiles faintly at the entertainers and servants, and then ignores them. Finally, he comes to rest at a smaller table, selecting a single piece of fruit, and begins to munch...watching the others carefully.

Not that I think there'll be anything, but he's effectively trying to spot any strangeness in entertainers, any hidden elements to the room. And just because he's paranoid, doesn't mean he's any good at it!
Spot [roll0]
Sense Motive [roll1]

[MammonAzrael]

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As it follows Brutus into the Megaron, the construct examines the other guests that have been summoned, presumably for the same reason. An odd mix, especially the half-orc priest, but no stranger than some other companions it has spent time with.

Once inside the Megaron, it finds an unoccupied spot near a corner that offers a good view of the room and it's entrances, and stands there politely. It watches the others invited here, with little more than initial notice of the various entertainers sprinkled about the room. It remains fairly quiet, but will respond if addressed, and waits patiently for the king to arrive.

Religion check to see if it recognizes Gruumsh's holy symbol, and how much it knows of the deity and it's followers.
[roll0]

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen, a short lithe man in his mid twenties, enters the Megaron and quickly spots the construct, apparently alone, in a corner. Many religious symbols jingle around his neck as Kellen strides to one of the smaller tables, his earthen toned cloak flapping noiselessly in his wake.

Kellen takes a seat across from an odd looking elf and places his writing implements in front of him. He attempts to look nonchalant as he begins the usual process and starts sketching the creature.

Profession Artist: [roll0]

[Mantid]

Geil

Geil studies each of the room's occupants in turn before turning his attention to the doors. He human shuffles for a moment, fiddling with his his dark brown hair for a moment and brushing imagined dirt off his attire.

"There's no point in wasting his time," he says after a few moments. "I assume you are all here under a similar invitation as I received. Given the apparent importance of the summons, I doubt we are expected to work individually. We may as well get to know each other and see how our strengths may complement each other in what ever this endeavor turns out to be. Please, feel free to announce yourselves and what trade it is you bring to the table.

"As for me, I am Geil Eighthblade. It has long been my family's duty to organize and motivate men, to push them to new heights and achievements. I've devoted my life to continuing this calling and I assure you that if you will hearken to my voice in times of need, you will find success much easier to reach. Our combine efforts will take you to heights greater then either of us could alone."

With that proclamation, he nods to the others and takes a set at the table, his brown eyes alert and awaiting for someone else to continue the introductions.

[Deathslayer7]

I was going to continue to today, but since Geil wants to do introdctions, I'll wait until tomorrow.

[Mantid]

OOC: Heh... well nothing else seemed to be going on. I've nothing against being interrupted... :smallredface:

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro turns to Geil as he speaks, but does not rise. As a silence grows after his speech, the elf's eyebrow initially arches, but then settles. His voice is soft.

You may call me Maestro. I am a student of the arcane.

[Naleh]

Kharos

The orc stares around at the finery, entirely out of his depth. It takes him a moment to notice the man speaking.

"Trade? Kharos is above trades. Kharos is Chosen of the One-Eyed God, He-Who-Watches, He-Who-Never-Sleeps, the great Gruumsh."

OOC: Forgive me the clichéd 3rd-person-speech. :smallredface:

[MammonAzrael]

______

Gazing impassively at Geil as he speaks, the construct says nothing, and gives away nothing. Once the elf introduces himself, in a notably more succinct manner, and the orc proclaims his questionable loyalties, it turns to look at the last member of their gathering, the curious man that glances at it frequently between scribbling something upon some parchment.

It looks at Geil, and a deep voice, with a slight, metallic echo, built for carrying long distances and easily heard over the pandemonium of battle, issues forth from where it's mouth would be in a soft thunder, "I kill the dead so the living may prosper." Turning it's head back toward the man and his paper, it's voice carries a difficult to distinguish tint to it, that a careful listener would most likely classify as something akin to amusement, "And you can simply ask if you have questions."

Did my Knowledge: Religion check tell me anything about Gruumsh or Kharos?

[roll0]
This check is to see what I might recognize or glean from the multitude of religious symbols around Kellen's neck.

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen simply stares as the construct lumbers toward the small table where the rather eclectic group seems to have gathered. He finishes up the drawing adding details he had failed to notice when it was the creature was further away. He stands, drawing completed, blowing gently on the paper hoping to dry the ink to avoid smudges. "Is there a name I should address you by?" Kellen says as he walks directly to the construct handing him the completed drawing, "Would you say this is an accurate rendition?"

Kellen turns towards the others giving them a glance that would suggest he was appraising them; the same glance someone appraising a horse at market would.

An elf, an orc, a construct and a human. This will be most informative. (your human right Mantid?)

"I am Kellen. A researcher by trade." He says blandly, and with as much disinterest as he can manage, which isn't much at all.

[Deathslayer7]

mammon:

You know that Gruumsh is an evil God and his symbol is represented by one eye. You also know that he is the god of ____ and ____ (cant remember what they are.:smallredface: )


As you guys introduce yourself, a sitr settles about the room and everyone quiets. You soon realize why, the King has taken the stand. He looks like a figure who has beared the burden of power. He carries his shoudlers tall and proud and it seems as if he has a commanding presence and powerful arua around him. He stares silently at the adventurers, his eye lingering on your table for a little longer than would seem appropriate.

Welcome! the King says in a loud voice as it carries across the room. I have brought you here today for there is a great need in this world. The Artifact of Balamon must be recovered. The undead are stirring again, and it is only time before they ravage our land yet again. I'm am paying any adventurer that brings the artifact back, or proof that they have helped our cause by slaying undead.

As he is speaking the doors are thrown open, and in staggers are messenger as he rans/walks politely toward the King. Upon seeing him, all eyes turn toward him and the King frowns. As he gets close up to him, the messenger whispers something. Everyone was silent in the room, and as the message was whispered, the King's face blanched.

He turned once more to you. WE have a problem he says lightly. Undead are heading toward the city, and shall be here within the hour. For every undead slain, I shall pay you handsomely. To arms! he cries out, and everyone in the room roars.

The King hurries out and adventureres file out of the room quickly, and all with a purpose. You have an hour to plan and prepare.

[MOD]

Kellen

As everyone rushes out of the Megaron Kellen quickly stands up and leaving his group behind struggles against the mob heading for the door. Kellen tries to spot the messenger that was, moments ago, speaking with the king. If he can Kellen will make every effort to grab the messenger before he can leave. "Don't let the messenger leave," Kellen calls out before disappearing into the mad rush of the mob.

Spot[roll0]

[Deathslayer7]

The King left with the messenger and guards through the back way.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro smiles quizzically, and turns to Geil.

This...is a fascinating kingdom. Does this happen often here?

He is already slipping his curved bow off of his back and testing its pull, patting to confirm the placement of his quiver.

It sounds as if the King had intended the five of us to work together on a larger project. Perhaps we could see this, ah, incursion, as an opportunity to become more familiar with each other.

May I suggest that we move towards the walls as we talk. Depending on how many of these undead there are...I may need more arrows.

Taking up a large apple, he quickly drops it into his bag, and is heading for the back door, following the king, the courtiers, and Kellen.

[MammonAzrael]

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"The dead are common everywhere in these times. Though I am troubled to hear they followed mere hours behind me. They must be allowed no further."

With that, the construct swiftly heads toward the southern wall to meet with the commander there and to offer it's services, bidding the other four to follow.

I'm assuming that I'll know my way around the city, especially Balis' defenses, since it's pretty much what I was built for.

[Naleh]

Kharos

The orc bellows and stamps the loudest of the lot, but makes no move to join the throng at the door. Instead, he picks out the group that seem to him the highest-ranked among the adventurers - a construct, an elf, and two human men, to judge by the speed they were leaving - and joins them. After all, he is Chosen of One-Eye; surely the only place for him in a battle is among the command, and the command is always at the rear.

[Mantid]

Geil

"Yes," the man says, "we should hurry to the city walls. Hopefully the guards are getting the defense ready and we can can find out how we can best aid against this attack."

Geil unfastens his shield from his backpack and slings it onto his arm as he heads out the door and toward the Southern most city gate.

[Deathslayer7]

I apoligize for the very long delay in between posts. I am currently moving stuff into my new house, and just finally brought over the computer, and GITP just wasn't working with me until now.

On other news, I shall wait until after Spring Break is over to start the campaign again. I shall be busy unpacking all sorts of things during the week. Sorry for any inconvience.

[Naleh]

Fair enough. See you then!

[Deathslayer7]

Here we go!

As your group prepares to proceed outside, a guard comes to you.

Orc friend. Your kind has not been seen on these plains for a very long time. It cannot be good when an orc comes into Balis. The King wishes to speak to you.

He glances at the rest of you.

If your are traveling with the orc, you too may come.

Yes go to the king or go help with the defense?

[Naleh]

Kharos

The orc looks around, surprised. "King speak with Kharos? ... In middle of battle?"

I wanted to speak to the King... And now the King has come to me... But surely the killing is more important? he thinks to himself.

Unsure how to treat this situation in a human land, he looks to the rest of the mismatched group he has joined, watching their reactions.

[MammonAzrael]

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Having faith that the king would not have called the orc and his "companions" if there were a true emergency at the wall, the construct turns and waits silently to follow the guard while keeping an eye on the orc.

[Deathslayer7]

Kharos: As you look at the group around you, only the construct turns around and looks at you. It stays silent though. The rest of the group turns around, but they have a glazed over look in there eyes.

OOC:

WHERE ARE MY PLAYERS????!??!?!!?!???

[Mantid]

Oops, though I posted here yesterday... must have gotten distracted before hitting the submit button. :smallredface:

Geil

Geil regards the solider for a moment before turning to the orc. "Although our swords would help at the city walls," he says at last, "I, for one, will accompany you if you wish me to. Declining the king's request would be unwise; if he suspects you, you would only place yourself under more suspicion."

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro declines to be identified as "with" the orc, Maestro simply shrugs at Kharos, and continues off to defend the walls.

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen turns, he wasn't interested in the fighting, if his king needed to speak with Kharos and his companions, Kellen would come. It wasn't that Kellen wouldn't fight when their was need, rather he would like to get the most information about what exactly they would be fighting first, and the king would be the perfect person for that.

"Maestro, wait," he calls softly, "Don't be hasty, parlaying with royalty might be a once in a lifetime opportunity."

[Deathslayer7]

Don't worry MOD. He just gets to miss out on all the fun. :smallwink:

As your group follows the guard, only Maestro leaves.

Group:

The guard takes you into the backroom. Inside is a smaller chamber that is filled with seats. Currently they are being taken up by what look like officers and commanders. As you enter all eyes shift to you and some linger. The king notices your entrance too. Stopping a short moment for their attention to shift back to him. You have a seat as he continues speaking.

It is your job to hold off the eastern entrance he syas as he points to someone. The main force of the skeletons are going to come from the South, that is where we need most of our army. How goes the plan Douglass? he asks.

As he says this, you notice that there is a map of the city behind him. It is of considerable size, and next to the map of the city is a map of the castle. It is about 2,000 yards long and has a square base. In the north-west corner is the women's quarters and the north-east corner contains the men's sleeping quarters. In front of the women's quarters are the public and private bathing place for men and women alike. In front of the men's quarters are the training ground and stables for nobles who are training to become Knights. In the North and center of the castle are the megarons where you are currently. In the southsection of the castle is the servants section and the kitchen.

The city is laid out into eight quandrants. N-NW-W, etc.There are four main gates into the city, one from each direction N,E,W,S, and one main gate into the castle from the South.

Just then, a man stands up from the crowd and speaks.

The citizens of Balis have been warned of the impending attack and are advised to either abandon or barricade their homes. Most of them are currently in the process of doing so. There shouldn't be very many civillian casulities if any at all.

The King nods and finally he turns and says

Orc friend! Tell us what your purpose is here? Please note that we hold no ill will against you but it is an odd convience that the undead shall attack the same day an orc arrives in our city. And who are these strange friends that accompany you?

Silence follows as everyone waits for someone to speak.


Maestro:

You leave with the rest of the crowd and follow. You deduce that the undead are most likely to attack from the South since that is the fastest approach to Balis. You see citizens nailing boards and locking doors or fleeing their homes toward the northern end of the city. You got an hour to do what you want to do and where you want to go.


enjoy. :smallsmile:

[Naleh]

Kharos

The orc draws himself up importantly. "Kharos is summoned by god!" he declares dramatically. "Great Gruumsh say, Army of Death rise again, and, uh, all-eye-ance of Good not enough, and not even orcs safe, and, and Kharos is chosen to help stop second War."

Grinning at the dramatic effect he is sure this will have, he gestures dismissively at the group. "These just adventurers. Kharos stand with them because they look important. Elf left." He looks slightly confused at this last point, but he passes it off as unimportant.

[Deathslayer7]

Whispers start running across the room at the mention of the great army of undead rises again. As soon as Kharos finishes speaking, pandemonium breaks loose.

SILENCE! the king shouts over them and within seconds everyone sits back down. A little perturbed at what he said but nonetheless, they heed their king. After he makes sure there will be no more outbursts, the King speaks to you.

Those are strong accusations you make Kharos. Is there any proof that the army of undead rises again? A vision is not very likely evidence to go on.

A man shouts from the crowd But the undead are attacking Balis! What more proof do you need!?

The King glares at him and he sits back down.

We cannot dismiss this. Send word to the dwarfs and the elves. They must know about this. As for us, we must defend Balis at the moment, least it falls into undead hands. Kharos, Do what you will. We shall talk again when we have more time.


With that, everyone is dismissed and disspaears. You guys have a choice.

You can defend one of five places. N, E, W, or South gate, or the gate to the castle. Or you can just roam around killing guys. Please decide. Once you decide which place you will be, then I will post specifics.

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen glances about as those assembled by the king leave. He looks slightly perplexed by the situation and suddenly his eyes grow wide, "We need to make a decision quickly, I must secure my family's safety before the fighting begins, I will meet you all at whichever gate is chosen," Kellen glances anxiously for the door.

Knowledge Local [roll0] To know where the best place to hide said family in the city would be.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Maestro begins sketching out the city's southern fortifications, the better to figure out where to place himself, as a capable archer, in order to maximize his utility against the undead. He also seeks out representatives of the guard to try to convince him to let him have several additional clusters of arrows - human arrows, admittedly, but one does what one can in a pinch.

Finally, he plans out an escape route to use once the undead are within about 6o' of the walls, that he may draw back and continue to be of use.

[Mantid]

Geil studies the map of the city on the wall. "Most of the fighting will happen in the south," he says, thinking to himself aloud as much as addressing those around him. "Most of the soldiers, adventurers, and mercenaries are sure to be there. Skirmishes are sure to happen to the east and west, I have no doubt, and could become a major front should the undead try to flank us." Geil tap his chin as he continues to consider the situation. "We don't know the size of the incoming force... if the norther gate is taken, this can easily become a siege. They may also try to sneak a force in from the north into the city..."

Geil regards his companions. "I doubt this group is much for taking orders from soldiers. We might only be in the way in the more organized defenses in the south. We may be best heading to the north gate to make sure it is secure, them moving out and around the city till we can strike at the enemy's flanks, although it will be a long march..." Geil nods to Kellen. "I can understand if you are reluctant to leave the city.

"Well, at any rate, I will help wherever we decide to go. We will stand a better chance together."

[MammonAzrael]

______

"The human has the right of it. Most of you appear to operate more efficiently in smaller groups than general legions. The Northern Gate will be defended lightest, and give us the best chance to slip around the enemies flanks to approach them from the rear. Glancing at the map briefly, it continues, "With any luck, we will be able to take out their commander, should one be present, and behead this monster, reducing the rabble outside the walls to mindless corpses without direction. Come, I know the way to the walls."

With that, the automaton turns, and leaves the room, moving at a slow pace to ensure that no one is left behind.

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen nods to the construct and Geil before racing for the door, "I will meet you at the north gate then," He says in a rush. Kellen didn't want to leave, but the situation called for him to be more valiant than the previous war had allowed. Spending all those years trapped with the dwarves in their mountains Kellen hadn't been able to help his family; now that he had the opportunity he wasn't going to waste it.

After leaving the castle Kellen makes his way through the chaos that is the streets. Single minded in his purpose, Kellen avoids any and all obstacles, making his way carefully to the manor house that his parents lived in.

[Deathslayer7]

sorry for the long post. Weekends dont work well with me. Ill post tomorrow afternoon what happens.

[Naleh]

Kharos

The orc nods with a nasty grin on its face, gripping its unholy symbol. "North. Closest to lands of One-Eye."

[Deathslayer7]

Kellen:

After the group decides to defend the North gate, you quickly head to you father's estate. You manage to navigate your way through Balis efficently even though its been quite a few years since you were lst here. Yet in less than 10 minutes, your at home, or at least what used to be home for you. The outside looks exactly the same. The dull gray paint on the outside, the nicely furnished lawn, windows clean and the sills are spotless white. The front door is made of oak and is decorated nicely. Upon your approach the head-servant noptices your approach. Upon entering the grounds, his worried face looks relieved.

Master Marstock! Finally you have returned. Your family is waiting for you. We were all worried. The servants have your belongings packed. We must leave for the time being and hurry.
He grabs your arm and hurries you toward the family. Following the edge of the garden, you come to the back gate and everyone is standing there, with the servants carrying the bags. There is a great sigh of relief as you approach.

What do you want to do?


Group:

Kellen heads off mysteriously and tells you that he will meet you at the North gate. You head off with the construct leading the way. It moves at a quick pace everyone can keep up at. About 15 minutes later, after traveling with the crowd northword, you arrive at the gate. As suspected it is minimally defended. The undead might have an easy time if they attacked with enough force this way. Upon arrival, a commander spots you and says

Are you here to help defend the gate? he asks.


Maestro:

The walls are heavily defended and are almost 50ft high. The gate has been shut into the inner city, and it would take a lot of force to break through, espcially with the amount of warriors gaurding the South gate. You manage to get your hands on 40 extra arrows. The commander has you placed with the other archers, 5-10 on each rooftop. About 3-4 swordsmen are guarding the entrance to the stairs. So the spot is realtively safe. If need be, you can drop down to the building next to you quite easily. Only 10 ft. and go down those stiars. no archers or swordsman are positioned there since its not a very good position to be at unless the undead break through. Now you can do whatever you want or wait.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Ensconced at his walltop position, Maestro slips one sheaf of arrows into his pack and sets the others in easy reach on the parapet. He nods at the fortifications, which seem solid and well-maintained - at least to his untutored eye.

To relieve the tension of waiting, Maestro works his usual charm on the archer posted next to him.

I am Maestro. And you?

So...was this attack expected? No one spotted the horde of undead shambling towards the city?

[Mantid]

Geil

Geil nods to the commander. "We came to make sure these gates were secure," he replies. "If no enemies seem to threaten this gate, however, we will be moving outside the city to scout for and, if possible, eliminate any undead that may be moving toward this entrance."

[Deathslayer7]

Kellen: the safest place would be inside the castle, and only nobles can get in though.

Group:

A wave of relief washes over the man as he sighs.

Thank god. he says

We are lightly defended and need all the help we can get. If enough undead pressed this gate, we would have trouble stopping them once they got inside.

Archers shall work the walls and swordsmen shall stay at the gate. If any of you are spellcasters, go where you are needed.

With that he rushes off.

[MammonAzrael]

______

Nodding to the captain before he runs off, the construct turns and heads towards the main gates. Once there, it turns to the companions still with it. "Should the walls stay quite, we should slip out of the gates and make our way quietly to the west. The sun is setting, and it will be harder for the lookouts to spot a sortie from that direction. We should then follow the wall, eliminating any threats we happen across. With luck we may make be able to flank this horde and find the force behind this unexpected invasion."

[MOD]

Kellen

"Mother, Father, I have only come for my horse and too see you all off to safety. I believe the castle will accept you." Kellen says while clumsily mounting his horse, "Unfortunately I cannot be with you, I have found a small group that is dedicating themselves to the defense of the city. I know you will object, but to see you safe I must see the city safe and my abilites will be of no use watching the battle from on high in the castle."

Regardless of his family's objections Kellen will escort them, bodily if necessary to the castle gates and then make his way on to the north gate.

Turning towards the north gate, "I pray to see you all after the battle." He calls over his shoulder the numerous religious symbols clanking and jingling against his neck. As he rides off he is glad that the sun is to his left; though he cannot ride off into the sunset, he is pleased that he is not blinded by the light.

(OOC Yay for implied nobility in character background!)

[Deathslayer7]

will post tomorrow. Todays my birthday. Yes it is, i'm not lieing. So until then.

[Mantid]

((Well, ok. But only if you save some cake for us! :smalltongue:

Oh, and happy birthday I suppose. :smallbiggrin: ))

[Toliudar]

Happy birthday!

[Naleh]

Congratulations on slashing another 365.25 days from your remaining life span! :smallbiggrin:

[Deathslayer7]

Thank you. Anyway... previously on...ah screw it.

Kellen: Your family arrives at the castle with plenty of time to spare, and are accpeted, if somewhat reluctantly. You head off toward the North gate.

Group:

You guys spot Kellen coming and nod to him. You inform him of your plan and what will happen if this or that happens.

30 minutes later, the sounds of battle have reached the South gate. Another 10 minutes and the archers on top of the walls spot incoming undead.

Tell me where you are at the moment.

Floor walls, gate, or something similar to that effect. And roll intiative.


Meastro:

Bruce the archers says, kind of reluctant to talk and has a frown upon his face. In the coming distance, you can see dust rising off the plains.

20 minutes later, you start firing arrows off into the undead below who are trying to breach the gate. Although you notice that for an assualt, there seems to be pitifully little undead to mount any strong opposition. Couid they go around and come from the North? And if they break through?

You see some undead go around to the W and E gate but other than that, the undead are having trouble breaking down the gate. What do you want to do?

[Mantid]

Geil stands ready at the gate, Agaziburk, his dwarven forged battleaxe held ready. As the horns sounds Geil starts to shout encouraging words to those around him, doing his best to move them in position to resist the enemy attacks while protecting themselves.

((Activating the auras: Demand Fortitude and Motivate Care. All "allies", including Geil himself, with a line of effect within 60' who can hear him receive a +2 circumstance bonus to fortitude and a +1 circumstance bonus to AC))

[MOD]

Kellen

Upon reaching the site of battle Kellen positions himself on top of the walls to begin firing on the undead below. However, Kellen's first round of combat does not include any actual firing, instead he does the only sensible thing and reaches for a good book.


Hps: 22/22
AC: 17 (w/modifiers from Geil)
Inspiration Points 4/4

Intiative [roll0]

Move Action: Retrieve Tome of World Memory from his breast pocket.

Standard Action: Read book and gain a +5 bonus on a knowledge check.

Knowledge: Relgion [Roll]1d20+18[Roll] On undead sighted.
(8 Ranks/Int + 5 Tome of World Memory +5 Skill Trick: Collector of Stories)

[MOD]

Kellen

Grrr stupid forgetfullness of "/"s!

Move Action: Retrieve Tome of World Memory from his breast pocket.

Standard Action: Read book and gain a +5 bonus on a knowledge check.

Knowledge: Relgion [roll0] On undead sighted.
(8 Ranks/Int + 5 Tome of World Memory +5 Skill Trick: Collector of Stories)

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Nodding to Bruce, Maestro picks up any unused arrows and heads down the stairs. He begins jogging through the streets towards the north end of the city, sensing that this direct assault may have been a feint of some kind.

[MammonAzrael]

______

"They come quickly! Prepare, everyone, and we shall smash these vile things into the dust so they may rest once more!"

HP: 35/35
AC: 24 (10+9Armor+3Shield+1Dex+1Geil)
Init: [roll0]
Stance: Bolstering Voice
Maneuvers Granted: Leading the Attack, Stone Bones, Vanguard Strike
Status: +2 to Fort saves

Swift Action: Assume Bolstering Voice.
Move Action: Draw Longsword.

Maneuvers Granted: (highest 3 are granted)
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

The construct is down at the gates, preparing to deal with the onrushing undead face to face.

And deathslayer7, I'm assuming you meant the North gate, since that's where I thought the group had gone.

Bolstering Voice: 60' radius; All allies that can hear me gain +4 morale bonus on Will saves against fear effects.

[Deathslayer7]

people still havent posted intiative.

[Mantid]

((D'oh! Missed the initiative part!

Initiative - [roll0]))

[Naleh]

Kharos
HP 21/21, AC 20, [roll0], Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +6 (+10 vs. fear)
Buffs: Demand Fortitude, Motivate Care, Bolstering Voice

The orc positions himself at the gate, a grubby flail in one hand, a spiked shield in the other. "He-Who-Watches watch this," he says by way of prayer.

[Deathslayer7]

Before you stands 4 regiments of undead. Each has its own commander. From what you can see Kellen, two of them are commanded by a Death Knight and a Lich. The regiments are composed mostly of skeletons and zombies.

Kellen Only (unless he wishes to share it):

You know that a Death Knight has a touch attack that deals negative energy and drains some constitution from you. A death Knight was once a human who championed evil when he died. You also know that Death Knight's have a number of followers who listen to him obidently, and you know that a Death Knight has spell resistance.

You know a Lich was once an undead caster who took his life and extended it unnaturally. He has a phylactery, and unless destroyed, the Lich will come back again. You know that a Lich has a fear affect and a paralyzing touch.

You know that all undead are immune to electricity and cold, as well as to mind effects.

You know a lot of stuff. :smalltongue:


The horde is advancing upon you, and intiative time!

DM ONLY:

[roll0] Undead Regiment 1
[roll1] Undead Regiment 2
[roll2] Undead Regiment 3
[roll3] Undead Regiment 4
[roll4] Human Regiment 1

[Deathslayer7]

Intiative Order:

[19] Undead Regiment 4
[18] Undead Regiment 1
[16] Geil
[15] Construct
[11] Kellen
[11] Human Regiment 1
[8] Undead Regiment 3
[7] Kharos
[6] Undead Regiment 2

All undead regiments are 500 feet out from the city. They advance 50ft closer, and are now 450 feet away. Trebuchets are farther out around 1,000 feet and are being loaded. Post what you do.

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen looks outward toward the oncoming onslaught of undead. He looks back towards the defenders and shakes his head. He wanted to defend the city and save his family but this wasn't going to be a winnable fight, at least not in the present situation.

Kellen looks for someone in charge, yelling to them if they are far away, "How quickly can we get reinforcements, lots of them?"

(OOC Hey Deathslayer, I need some more info. How many approximatly are in a legion? Does Kellen realize how dangerous a lich and Death Knights are? I was a little unclear on the actual number of Lich's and Death Knights. Is it a total of 2 Death Knights and 1 Lich. Or a total of 4 Death Knights and 2 Lichs?)

[Deathslayer7]

you dont know their actual numbers, but a legion compromises mostly of 1,000 undead per legion. Yes, you know exactly how dangerous a deth knight and lich are. So far, you only see 1 death knight and 1 lich.

[MammonAzrael]

______

Ok, I'm under the impression that we are at the Northern Gate, correct? The construct will join the forces behind the wall, preparing to help defend any breach in the Northern defenses.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Hearing the tumult from the south gate as he approaches, Maestro picks up his jog to as much of a run as he is able to manage in the chaos of the city. He rushes towards the south gate, looking for a way up to the walls to join in the fray.

Not sure about the timing of this, but I'm hoping Maestro can lend a hand. As before, he's looking for an archery post with an exit strategy. Once up on the wall, he'll focus on zombies, especially ones that are climbing or holding ladders.

Initiative [roll0]

[Deathslayer7]

mammon yes you are at the North gate. Maestro, are you sure you want the south gate or the north gate?

[Naleh]

Kharos
HP 21/21, AC 20, Init 7, Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +6 (+10 vs. fear)
Buffs: Demand Fortitude, Motivate Care, Bolstering Voice

The orc continues to stare at the approaching force. It is obviously much larger than the defenders, but the defenders are just that - defending. "This be good fight."

Clinking... Rustling... Sweat... The sounds and smells of a thousand nervous men surprise the orc. Fear is not an emotion Kharos associates with battle. His own flail clinks only with eagerness.

[Toliudar]

Ah. Right. North gate.

[Deathslayer7]

Well I assume no one can do anything long range. As the undead approach within two hundred feet, the catapaults are let loose.

Everyone pick a number 1-100. No double picking.

[MammonAzrael]

42!extra text here

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Unless ordered not to, Maestro will open fire once the zombies are within about 500', since he's still got about a 30% chance to hit at that distance.

I choooooooose 88.

[MOD]

Kellen

52

Also, Kellen is waiting for someone incharge to answer his question.

[Mantid]

76!
I hope this isn't how many arrows are shot at us...

[Deathslayer7]

Kellen: before you even ask that question, men shout orders and a messenger has already scurried off. It might be a while to get everyone from the South gate to the North gate though.

And i hope your number doesnt get picked, because if it does, your SOL. :smallwink:

edit: and meastro, you will arrive in 5 rounds at the North gate, since you came from the South gate. So technically, you needn't not picked a number.

[Naleh]

20! Ahahah!

[Deathslayer7]

Pray to whatever gods you belive in, that you number doesnt get picked.

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

CAn anyone do anything, if not, I'm goihng to bring the undead within 100ft. At this point, archers start hailing the undead with arrows, but it seems ineffective.

[Mantid]

((Hit the fast forward button! :smallbiggrin:))

[MammonAzrael]

______

Right, I don't think we can do anything since it's my understanding we're behind the walls, not in front of them. If so there is nothing we can do until a breach occurs. If we're in front of the wall the construct will take a Total Defense action until the line or soldiers starts moving or the undead get within charging range (40')

[Deathslayer7]

K well. Fast forward. 2 minutes later, Maestro, you already arrived and are positioned on the wall with the other archers. Or you can be somewhere else if you want too.

The gate shudders as the undead use a battering ram to bring it down. They pull back, and let it go again. The creaks. Over and over the do it again. Archers are uneefective against it, as the battering ram protects the undead who are below it. The gate splinters.

You can ready an action if you want.

CRASH! The gate is down. Undead start pouring into the city. Many of the archers flee backwards to find better positions to shoot the undead from. Footmen from the South gate are arriving in groups from 1-20.

What do each of you do.

And before we forget. The catapualts luanch their load at you before the undead enter.

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

And if you haven't noticed, I don't update during weekends.

[Deathslayer7]

Meastro and Mammon, the load crashes near you, but far enough away not to hurt you. But it was close. A few more feet and they would have hit you. Lucky. :smalltongue:

[Toliudar]

Maestro

As soon as it becomes clear that the gate is going to fall, Maestro takes up any leftover arrows from fallen archers near him, and bolts down the steps to street level. He seeks a position where he can arch his shots into the advancing undead, without letting them get within 100' of him.

[MammonAzrael]

______

HP: 35/35
AC: 22 (10+9Armor+3Shield+1Dex+1Geil-2Charging)
Init: 15
Stance: Bolstering Voice
Maneuvers Granted: Leading the Attack, Stone Bones, Vanguard Strike
Status: +2 to Fort saves

Readied action: Once an undead is within 40' the construct will charge.

[roll0]
[roll1]

I'm assuming there are a bunch of random soldiers are there, too. So I won't be charging a horde of undead all by myself.

Bolstering Voice: 60' radius; All allies that can hear me gain +4 morale bonus on Will saves against fear effects.

EDIT: That damage should have been 1d8+2, but since I missed it shouldn't matter.

[Deathslayer7]

Mammon: Yes. There are hundreds of soldiers with you, trying to keep the undead at bay from entering too far within the city.

[Naleh]

Kharos
HP 21/21, AC 20, Init 7, Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +6 (+10 vs. fear)
Buffs: Demand Fortitude, Motivate Care, Bolstering Voice

The orc wastes no time in diving into the horde. "GRUUMSH!" he roars exultantly, swinging his flail into the first fleshless skull he finds.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen follows Maestro's example, picking up the arrows of fallen archers, and speeds away to a safer location before the army of undead breaks through the wall. Kellen hops on his steed's back and begins firing into the crowd of undead.



Attack! [roll0]
(2 BAB + 2 DEX + 1 Masterwork + 4 Knowledge Devotion)

Damage [roll1]
(+4 Knowledge Devotion)

Kellen
HPs: 22
AC: 17
Fort: +2
Ref: +5
Will: +2
IPs: 4/4

[Mantid]

Geil

Geil raises Agaziburk. "Stand ready! Here they come!" he shouts, preparing to strike down the first undead that presents itself.


Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]

[MOD]

Kellen

Kellen watches as his arrow, hanging almost motionless in the air, heads into the massive swarm of undead waiting to be destroyed. Time ticks by and yet still his arrow has yet to make into the swarm. Kellen glances upward wishing time could speed up, for a moment at least, so as to know the outcome of his shot.

[MammonAzrael]

______

The construct begins to whistle as time draws out to infinity, the undead slowly pushing forward.

[Toliudar]

Maestro

Grabbing a shield from a fallen soldier, Maestro tosses it onto the top of a stairwell, hops on and shoots an absurd number of zombies on the way down. At the bottom of the stairs, the shield leaps up into the throat of yet another zombie.

Hmm. I wonder if there are any zombie oliphaunts around.