Sons of Gods campaign (current goal: meet each other)

[Silence]

Well, this is the thread for the Sons of Gods campaign.

Enjoi!

To start off, you're all in the city of Ravenwall. This is a large city, but not too huge.

Feel free to use a little freeform for now.

One thing, at the first post of each day, I would like our spellcasters to say which spells they have prepared. On the post that you do, please don't edit it.

So, go on.

OOC thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=4425794#post4425794)

Dice roll thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=82421)

[ArlEammon]

Spells known:
Ray of Frost 2
Detect magic 2
Magic Missiel 1
sleep 1
Scorching Ray 2
Hold Person 1
Lightning bolt 1
summon monster III 1
flaming arrow 1

Dobble Bore decided he would speak with his familiar, "The Toad". "Ribbitmeister, how are you today? I was wondering when our teammates would get here. So, maybe we should think about something to talk about ourselves. Have any of those annoying Behemoth gnats been trying to eat you?"

[Silence]

(and so it begins)

Dobble Bore is sitting on the bench backed up against a building. It is in front of a crowded street.

You hear yells in the distance, and when you turn to see, you see a group of three men being chased by a dozen or so of the city guards. The men are dressed in normal cloths, and have no regognizable marking. With a trained eye, you see that all three of them have knives and daggers hidden within the folds of their cloths.

The fugitives have a good 20 yard lead on the guards, and are on a path that could easily be intercepted by you. What do you do?

[Baxter190]

'Bout time I got here,' thought Baxter as here stolled through a crowded street. He had been traveling to Ravenwood for a week now from his the minor village he had just visited on a job. He had been given a job of taking down some goblin bandits, and after paying of the goblins, he left as soon he got paid. Baxter laughed as he thought about the money in his money pouch and how he swindeled those humans. Walking down the crowded street, he saw three men being chased by what seemed to city guards. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity to score some good rep with the city guard, Baxter drew his bow and ran towards the men so he could get in range to land a serious blow.

[Silence]

Great. I'm starting counting this in rounds...


now.

Armin, roll for int, and let's get those d20 rollin'.

OK, so here's the order:

Baxter
Armin
Fugitives
Guards


Feel free to say what you will do on your turn, even if it is before your turn. Speeds up combat.

[starwoof]

Kraggi Ironfoundersson

The young dwarf waddles through the streets, weighed down by gear and especially a thick brown cloak. His red beard contrasts this nicely, flying out in odd angles from his ruddy face. His arms are bare, and covered in scars.

((I assume that I can see this fight?))

Kraggi spots the scuffle in the streets, but he does nothing save watch. Not my problem, he thinks.

[J-H]

Walm
Walm, reposing in a covered area outside a tavern, perceives the flight and the struggle, but, as he does not know anyone involved or recognize voices, is hard-pressed to tell who's who, and thus who's a criminal and who's not. He leaves his drink and a tip on the table and gets up, moving towards the fight but still staying out of its immediate area.

[ArlEammon]

Dobble Bore decides that he would use a spell of sleep to slow the enemies down. Maybe the rightful authorities could stop them and take them in.

"ahkantis".

Sleep spell

[Silence]

I assume that Baxter opens fire upon the fugitives.

Bravo to Armin, that really couldn't have gone more smoothly.



Baxter fires an arrow at one of the fugitives, but it misses.

Armin begins casting.

The fugitives don't even notice the arrow, and continue running.

The guards glance over, suprised at the turn of events, but continue to rush foreward.

All three of the fugitives fall to the ground, asleep.

End of combat.

The guards go to them and take them, dragging them away.

A guard, seemingly the captain looks at the two men on the street, and motions to Baxter to come as he makes his way towards Armin.

"What would you say to a proposition?" He starts, speaking to Armin.

"We are in dire need of people of your talent." He says, motioning to Armin, but ignoring Baxter.

"Would you be interested in working with us?" He says to Armin.

He turns to Baxter.

"You seem like a hardy fellow ready to keep up the law. Would you be interested in a position in the city guard?"

He says, noticably less excited then when he was talking to Armin.

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan
Color Spray 2
Produce Flame 1
Entangle 1
Resist Energy 1
Scorching ray 1
?
Fireball 1
Lightning Bolt 1

Pirolestan finally arrives at the city known as Ravenwall. This is his first time out of Callaban. It is a strange site indeed. While walking through the streets, Pirolestan doesn't really say a whole lot, he just soaks in the scenery. He eventually rounds a corner and witnesses a mage casting sleep on a group of 3 men. Now why would he do that? Pirolestan receives his answer as he sees, what he can only assume are city officials, chasing the 3 men. While the officials are speaking to the mage, Pirolestan walks up to him and interrupts. "So you are a magic user as well are you? Are you learning how to protect something as well?"

[Silence]

The guard glances over at PocketRocket, annoyed, and then continues what he was saying.

[Baxter190]

"Sure, if you pay enough," replied Baxter, getting annoyed with the lack of enthusiasm coming from the guard.

[Silence]

The guard thought for a moment.

"I can get you a job in the starting position for..." (I don't have my books near me now, and I don't know how much a low level guard is payed. Just assume it's something too low.) "... a day."

[Baxter190]

"I'll think about it," Baxter replied, getting more and more annoyed with the guard as the conversation went on. Turning around to walk away, Baxter then texclaimed, "If anyone needs me all be at the nearest bar!"

[starwoof]

Kraggi


The dwarf grunts and keeps walking. Forced too close by the crowd he muscles past Pirolestan, grunting. ((theres probably a crowd gathering around the fight, yeah?))

"Oi, quit yer shovin'." he grunts.

[Silence]

Your assumption would be correct.

The guard doesn't even give Baxter a second glance, and turns back to Armin, waiting for an answer.

[ArlEammon]

Armin responds... "I'm afraid I can't be bothered to join the city gaurd. I'm on a special errand." Dobble says. "I'm trying to discover something. However, if you need help every now and then. I suppose I might be able to lend a helping hand."

[Silence]

The guard looks dissapointed.

"That is unfortunate. In case we might need you, who are you?"

[ArlEammon]

The guard looks dissapointed.

"That is unfortunate. In case we might need you, who are you?"

"I am Dobble Bore, the magician. Don't wear my name out!"

[Silence]

"Duly noted..... And may I inquire of what your errand you have stated is?"

[ArlEammon]

"I'm not bragging, sir, but I have no idea why I can even cast cantrips. I can cause thunder to obey me and to even undo the magic of mature sorcerers, but most people my age of the Halfling race can't even use any magic at all. Those halflings that even become moderately powerful as I am are revered as wizard geniuses. I have to find out if I am safe, either for others or even if I am secure. Its particularily worrisome, because I suffer from the same lack of concentration from any other halfling. "

[Baxter190]

As he stuggeled through the now dissapating crowed, Baxter felt a blow to the stomach, looking down, he noticed he ahd walked straight into a dwarf, and a violent and unkept one at that. Not wanting to start a fight with the city guard so close, Baxter quickly responded, "Sorry about that. I'm Baxter, and I didn't mean to offend you. I'm going to a bar, how about I go buy you a drink as an appology."

[Silence]

"I'm not bragging, sir, but I have no idea why I can even cast cantrips. I can cause thunder to obey me and to even undo the magic of mature sorcerers, but most people my age of the Halfling race can't even use any magic at all. Those halflings that even become moderately powerful as I am are revered as wizard geniuses. I have to find out if I am safe, either for others or even if I am secure. Its particularily worrisome, because I suffer from the same lack of concentration from any other halfling. "

The guard looks at you strangely.

"Ummmm.... right, then."

He says, obviously uncaring about your rant about your magical power.

He makes his way off into the crowd.

[J-H]

Walm walks up to Dobble Bore, having little trouble with the crowd...most people tend to avoid those with no eyes to meet.

"Hello. I heard your conversation with the guard. It is odd--you have too much magic, while my species has too little, and is marginalized as a result of our lack of power. Perhaps it's the gods' way of balancing things.

How are you planning to find the source of your "skill?" In this city, or travelling elsewhere?"

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"You too have more magic power than you should?" the green haired druid asks of the halfling. "My master tells me I can do things no other druid in our order can."

[ArlEammon]

"Ah." Dobble Bore heard them. "Yes. I do. I think maybe I will go to the most scholarly places of learning there are. Then I will perhaps learn as much as I can about myself."

"I just don't understand why any halfling could get as advanced in magic as I am now at this age."

[Silence]

Yay.

We got three of a kind together, and a pair.

Full house.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

The dwarf looks up at Baxter and grins, "Right ye should be, elf. Commin, lets go have us a drenk. The' say tha' human cities 'ave no 'ospitality! Prohve 'em wrong, aye?" The dwarf winks and starts to shove past the guards.

"Outta mah way, tall folks. Ach."

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

Pirolestan looks down at the strange little halfling, Dobble Bore and remarks, "Indeed. Do you mind if I accompany you to these scholarly places? I need to learn as much about myself as I can as well."

[bchilders]

Tristan

Walking by, Tristan hears a halfling speaking something of the "most scholarly places". "Scholarly places happen to be my strong suit. If you are looking for a place of knowledge I wouldn't mind showing you around. I myself am a humble servitor of the god of knowledge and the mind, Boccob. So what exactly is it you are looking for?"

[Baxter190]

"True, these humans do have a lack of hospitaltity, but they more than make up in their ability to give away money, from contests to tricking them to just leaving it out in the open were anybody could just take it," Baxter said with a laugh. As they continued down the croded street, the found a rather dank pub, roaring with load noises and sounds of drunks even though it was just a few hours past noon. Figuring this would be a place we he could get some info on this town, and possibly get a job, Baxter suggested to the dwarf, "How about we go to that pub, it looks like we could have soom fun there, um... I'm sorry, I never bother to ask your name dwarf.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

"Ah lake ye elf," the dwarf roars as they head to the pub. "Mah nem is Kraggi, Kraggi Ironfounderson. At che service, aye?" The dwarf grins again, displaying an absolutely ghastly array of dental problems.

"No lets get ourselves in, aye! Y' owe meself a drenk!" The dwarf pushes his way into the bar, as he seems to do to everything.

[Silence]

Here we go.

I was wondering when you guys were going to start posting.

I think I can sit back and let you guys roleplay to each other... for the moment. *cue dramatic music*

[Baxter190]

"Alright Kraggi, after you," replied Baxter, following the dwarf into the bar. As he walked into the bar, he noticed a large amount of drunks, some drinking themselves to sleep, some singing a badly off key dwarven fight song, others actually in a fight, and yet in all of this, no one caring. Laughing at the oddity of it all, Baxter thought, 'Guess the citites are as wild as the say back in the woods-you'd never see somethng like this back home! If the rest of the city is anything like this, I could rich be the end of the month.' Looking for a place to sit down, he waited until two seats were opened, one by a drunk just falling off and not getting back up, the other's occupant getting punched and thus joining the small bar fight. Taking their seats at the pub counter, Baxter called to the bartender, "Two mugs of ale! And none of the human made sutff, we'd like actuall alchohal, not that moose urine you call ale!"

[Silence]

..."we'd like actuall alchohal, not that moose urine you call ale!"

Nice reference there.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

Kraggi grins and claps a huge hand on the elf's shoulder, "Aye, get us somethin' teh put some hair on 'is chest, aye! HA!"

[ArlEammon]

"More knowledge on the things of the arcane. I need to know what sort of magic one can possess that allows them knowledge of things they never even bothered to learn of."

[J-H]

Walm
"There are many ways of knowing. You would be unable to notice someone who was unmoving 60 feet away from you if your eyes were closed, because that is how you perceive. I can still be aware of their presence, because I do not see with eyes that see light, but with my ears.

Perhaps you are "knowing" in a way other than most "know" what they have learned, and do not realize it?

I once crossed paths with a Gith named Dak'kon who spoke at some length on knowing... Although I didn't understand much of what he said, I learned some about the nature of things from him.

Perception and knowing are strange to dicuss and hard to comprehend--I have learned this since I left my home for the lands of the sighted. Knowledge and how it is arrived at is flexible."

Walm stomps the ground. "Reality, like the ground here, and morality--what is right and wrong--is not. What is, is."

[Baxter190]

*three dwarven ales later for Baxter* "An' another t'ing, I don't get why t'esh humans are sho obeshed 'bout their gods. I on't get 'em, since when have they done any t'ing for us? T'ere are still orcs ever where, giagantic shpiders in my foresht, and thats fer shtartersh," ranted Baxter, clearly drunk. While he had plenty of experiences with dwarven ale, being an elf made him highly perceptable to getting drunk, fast. Though Baxter was usally quick to sober up, it typically took him a couple mintues after he stoped drinking, something not on his agenda. Trying to get another drink of his fourth ale, Baxter lost his balance and fell of his stool, to the amusement of those around him. While thinking of a way to get back up on his stool, something suddenly block out Baxter's light source. Elven senses kicking in, Baxter suddenly was able to make out what was blocking the light.

It was a rather large human, towering over where Baxter had fallen, a menacing look on his face. Well mucled and tan, along with a scaqggely brown beard going down to hid stomach, with animal pelts making up his clothing, he was clearly inembrieated, and aggitated. "What you say 'bout my god Elfie!?" the giant of a man roared.

"Hey, can you answer me a question? Are you man?" questioned the drunken Baxter, a sinister idea lying just behind the wors he spoke.

The large man, cleary upset with having his masculinity called into question, bellowed, "O' course I'm a man, you stupid lit-" He never got to finish his sentence, because as soon as he confirmed his masculinity, Baxter's boot went straight into his groin. Roaring in pain, as soon as he bent over, Baxter grabbed his beard, put his feet against the mans chest, and pulled, flipping the man over the bar.

Standing up triumphently, Baxter exclaimed, "Anyone else want someone!?"

[starwoof]

Kraggi

"Oi, whats the,"Kraggi asks. It's hard to tell if he's drunk, he slurs enough anyway, but since he's hardly downed a half dozen its unlikely. The dwarf hops off his stool and looks around evilly, ready to grab and throw his stool, waiting for the inevitable brawl.

[Silence]

Try not to go too far into combat here. I don't want to put the boot down and make you make grapple rolls, I just want you to be able to RP well.

Don't do too much, this isn't a freeform.

[starwoof]

((I think that since were trying to gather the party, and they happen to be talking to guards, that starting a big nasty brawl would be a great way to meet the other party members.:smallbiggrin: I think Baxter had the same idea?))

[Silence]

I don't want too much action. There's gonna be a lot of crap with guards later, so I don't want to overdo it now.

[ArlEammon]

Walm
"There are many ways of knowing. You would be unable to notice someone who was unmoving 60 feet away from you if your eyes were closed, because that is how you perceive. I can still be aware of their presence, because I do not see with eyes that see light, but with my ears.

Perhaps you are "knowing" in a way other than most "know" what they have learned, and do not realize it?

I once crossed paths with a Gith named Dak'kon who spoke at some length on knowing... Although I didn't understand much of what he said, I learned some about the nature of things from him.

Perception and knowing are strange to dicuss and hard to comprehend--I have learned this since I left my home for the lands of the sighted. Knowledge and how it is arrived at is flexible."

Walm stomps the ground. "Reality, like the ground here, and morality--what is right and wrong--is not. What is, is."

"I see. Yet I cannot help but feel as if I am too strong for my own good. Even among my own kind I am ridiculed for my lack of strength. Yet among my peers of magic I am feared as if I am far more intelligent than I am."

[PocketRocket]

"Well then, my fellow magic user, shall we move on. Maybe something around this city can help you find your answers"

[J-H]

Walm
"I can see farther than any other of my kind. Along with great ability comes both respect and jealousy. Perhaps your search will lead you somewhere that can study and determine why I am so much more perceptive. If it is okay with you, I will accompany you.

I have found that smaller folk often benefit from having someone larger and stronger around. They have fewer "people problems.""

[ArlEammon]

"May I ask you two what your names are?"

He wonders who they are before he decides to walk around the city with them.

[J-H]

Walm
"My name is Walm."

[ArlEammon]

Walm
"My name is Walm."


Well... I'm Dobble Bore. Do you think we might get ourselves a drink? I feel thrirsty.

[J-H]

Walm
Yes, as long as it gets us indoors or under some shade. I may not see the sun, but I still feel its heat.

[Silence]

...This is a dying game.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

"Oi, 'oos throwin the firs' chair?"



((Yeah whats going on? I've been checking the thread but nobody is posting.))

[Silence]

Well, you're one of the problems yourself.

You need to post a tad more.

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"Well, Dobble Bore, it is nice to meet you. My name is Pirolestan."

OOC:Sorry guys, been having trouble with my internet

[Silence]

A "surprise trip" has come up, unfortunately. Normally I would be able to talk my way out of it, but the plane tickets are already bought.

I'll have no internet access for two damn weeks....

Normally I would set you up with another DM I know, but on such short notice....

[ArlEammon]

Pirolestan

"Well, Dobble Bore, it is nice to meet you. My name is Pirolestan."

OOC:Sorry guys, been having trouble with my internet


"Pirolestan. That sounds interesting. What country is it from?"

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"Well it is really just a name my master called me. It means "Green Protector" in the ancient language. I guess he named me that because of my green hair. But as for where I am from... I am from the forests of Calaban. I was abandoned there as a child and was left to fend for myself."

[Silence]

We're back up! Get posting!

[ArlEammon]

"Green Protector. I am afraid I have no clue what Dobble Bore means. I do know that I will never get any slack from Merry Porter if I keep going to the same school."

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"Well, let us go explore this city."

With that, Pirolestan begins to walk around the city, eventually coming to a pub.
"Hmmm... this looks like a place where we might obtain something to eat. Shall we go in?"

[starwoof]

Kraggi'

"Ah feck it ah don' wanne faught meh leds. Les jus' 'ave us a drenk, eh?" Kraggi mumbles as he sits back down.

[bchilders]

Tristan

Tristan follows along as the group makes their way through the city, thinking to himself, "Now this is a group that will lead to something interesting."

[Silence]

Has this game died?

If it has, please inform me, so that I may spend my energy on other matters.

[starwoof]

I think that we lost most of the people.

[ArlEammon]

I'm back.(I just lost the thread.)

"So Tristan, I don't think I've met you. Who are you?'

[bchilders]

Tristan

"A humble servant of knowledge. I'm here to soak up the information the universe has to offer," Tristan replies to the question asked. He staresout into space for a moment as if in a daze before adding, "Oh and a follower of Boccob."

[Silence]

It has risen! Someone casted true resurrect on this thread!