City of Llywyllynn

[gryffydd65]

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The city stood on a forgotten hill over looking the Green River which flowed into The Five Sisters Sea. Three hundred years ago it was a city state independent and proud. The inner castle and walls were impenetrable but it couldn't hold on and was defeated by the Empire. Fifty years ago the empire fell , the city of Llywyllynn under the joint council helped in its defeat. Today the city is ruled by the council general and twelve members. The churches made up of all religions except for chaotic evil are represented, they have four members on the council in a rotating manner. As of today, LG, NE, N, CN sit on the council. The guilds have four members mage, porters, thieves, green grocers on a rotating manner. The last four are made up of the nobles, freemen, Demi humans and slaves and they do not have rotating members.

Today is founders day. A day of parades, food and competitions. The council including the council general judge the food and and various sporting and military competitions.

Spoiler: your day at the festival

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What are you doing at the festival? Participants in one of competitions? Eating at one of the many food carts. Watching the parade? Who are you with, by yourself or others?

[Zero Prime]

Tacitus Servius Rex AC: 16 | HP: 41 | Hit Dice: 6d8; 2d6| INSPIRATION: 0 Passive Perception: 14| Passive Insight: 14 | Passive Investigation: 19 Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | 2nd: 3/3 Active Effects: Boots, elvenkind (Stealth advantage). Conditions: None. Tacitus moved through the crowd easily, avoiding the press and swell of the citizenry, he was dressed in fine clothing, soft grey breeches, a wide leather belt, from which hung pouches which jingled with coin. His tunic was a cotton knit shirt, dyed in broad vertical stripes, charcoal grey and midnight black, overtop a leather jerkin sewn with studs of steel and iron. A cloak was thrown over his shoulders, high collared, and adorned with an intricate pattern of woven silver and copper, detailing a sinuous wyrm which wrapped around the border of the cloak, before snaking over the shoulder and coiling about the wearer's heart. The crowd was distracted by the ongoing festivities, but his practised eye slid off of the garishly colored dancers, and the boisterous voices of the street hawkers, and concentrated on his quarry. A noble, Lord Deveroe, who was growing more outspoke in denouncing the House Rutkins, which Tacitus' friend, and ally, Torin, had chosen to shield himself from Deveroe's machinations and political aspirations. Tacitus hoped to expose Deveroe to the Guild's council, in that he was maneuvering through the city's political houses, hoping to draw support, and that, by investigating Torin, was risking exposure to the Guild itself. With enough surveillance, it was entirely possible that Tacitus could convince the council to block Deveroe's aspirations. He just needed some clue as to what Deveroe desired, and why he had called a secret meeting during the festivities. As he followed the Lord, he carefully scanned the crowd for the hired sell swords that Deveroe, overly cautious after being fleeced by Torin, liked to surround himself with. As he did so, he stopped at a vendor, the scent of spiced street meat appealing to the man's senses, he nodded at the hawker, and slipped him a few copper for a skewer of roasted spiced meat, from it's gamey nature, likely the dog from the lower quarters. He turned his attention back to his quarry, and slipped into the crowd.

[gryffydd65]

https://forums.giantitp.com/showthre...Llywyllynn-Ooc

The city stood on a forgotten hill over looking the Green River which flowed into The Five Sisters Sea. Three hundred years ago it was a city state independent and proud. The inner castle and walls were impenetrable but it couldn't hold on and was defeated by the Empire. Fifty years ago the empire fell , the city of Llywyllynn under the joint council helped in its defeat. Today the city is ruled by the council general and twelve members. The churches made up of all religions except for chaotic evil are represented, they have four members on the council in a rotating manner. As of today, LG, NE, N, CN sit on the council. The guilds have four members mage, porters, thieves, green grocers on a rotating manner. The last four are made up of the nobles, freemen, Demi humans and slaves and they do not have rotating members.

Today is founders day. A day of parades, food and competitions. The council including the council general judge the food and and various sporting and military competitions.

Spoiler: your day at the festival

What are you doing at the festival? Participants in one of competitions? Eating at one of the many food carts. Watching the parade? Who are you with, by yourself or others?

[LoneStarCowboy]

Sir Evandur Whiteblade
Aasimar Paladin 8 AC: 21 | HP: 64/64 | HD: 8/8d10
Spell Slots, 1st: 4/4 | 2nd: 3/3
PP: 15 PInv: 13 PIns: 15
Conditions: none

Evandur rode into the city of Llywyllynn, the midday sun shining down on him, glinting off the adamantine plate armor he was wearing. Having brought his horse into the city stables, he took a cube-shaped box from the saddle bags, and passed through the gates to the city. He immediately noticed the festivities going on. A festival, maybe? Evandur thought to himself. As much as he liked to stop and partake in the celebrations, Evandur had a delivery to make, and a job to take. The Church of Pelor in Llywyllynn needed his assistance, and by the gods, he was going to give it to them. Evandur checked the streets before going up to a guard standing at a post. "Good day, sir, do you happen to know the way to the cathedral to Pelor in this city?"

[Kvard51]

Fergus McRory
AC: 19 | HP: 52 | Hit Dice: 1d8; 7d6| INSPIRATION: 0
Passive Perception: 18| Passive Insight: 15 | Passive Investigation: 17
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | 2nd: 3/3 | 3rd: 2/3 | 4th: 2/2
Active Effects: Unseen Servant, Tiny Servant
Conditions: None.

Fergus bustled around his tent, seeing to the ailments and illnesses of the people of Llywyllynn. Minor surgeries, healings, diagnostics... the things a doctor should do. He also provided a few services the other local physicians didn't. Weddings, dedications, coming of age ceremonies. Fergus McRory was actively involved in the lives of the people of his city. Particularly the working class.

Today, on Founder's Day, he wasn't seeing as many patients as he would at his office in the poor district. But he had already performed two weddings and dedicated a halfling baby to Yondalla's service. It was looking like a good day.

[gryffydd65]

Torin Lady Ritkins grabs him by the arm . Yes let us be seen and maybe make some one jealous. she says with a wink and turns her head towards her sleeping husband.

The sky is bright and the crowds are cheering as different guilds parade along the route. The Cathedral of Pelor is just across the street. The council members are sitting on a raised dais.

Spoiler: perception roll

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make three separate perception rolls. You will find out different information depending on each roll.

Evandur Evandur follows the directions to the center of the city where he spots the Cathedral of Pelor. As he approaches the front doors , two acolytes step forward. What can we do for you sir. All our superiors are at the festival.

Spoiler: perception rolls

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Make three perception rolls and I will tell you your results.

Fergus Fergus realizes he hasn't had a bite to eat since early this morning. He makes his way out of his office and heads towards the street vendors. He stops in front of one of the many tents. When the crowd roars as the performers guild puts on a show in front of the council members.

Spoiler: perception rolls

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Make three perception rolls and I will tell you your results.

[LoneStarCowboy]

Evandur Evandur follows the directions to the center of the city where he spots the Cathedral of Pelor. As he approaches the front doors , two acolytes step forward. What can we do for you sir. All our superiors are at the festival.

Spoiler: perception rolls

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Make three perception rolls and I will tell you your results.

"I'm here to give an artifact of our Church to the priest of this parish. Although, if he's not here, I could come back at a different time. I wasn't aware there was a festival." Evandur looked around the cathedral, taking in his surroundings

Spoiler: rolls for perception

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(1d20+3)[17]
(1d20+3)[19]
(1d20+3)[20]

[gryffydd65]

Torin Xarlata aka Sir Vinet Half-elf Bard 8 AC: 18 | HP: 67/67 | HD: 8/8d8 Spell Slots, 1st: 4/4 | 2nd: 3/3 | 3rd: 3/3 | 4th: 2/2 Tasha 1, Faerie Fire 1, Misty Step 1, Darkness 1, Suggestion 1/ LR each PP: 18 PInv: 12 PIns: 14 Conditions: none Torin (as Sir Vinet) walks out with Lady Rutkins, smiling at her as she motions to her husband. He tries to read her thoughts to see if she is joking or wants to take this further. "Yes. Let us explore this fine city." On his way out, he sees a filthy human old woman dressed in rags. As he checks her surface thoughts and picks up on her concentration towards the council members on the dias, he goes up to her, still concentrating on her surface thoughts. "Blessed founders day, ma'am. None should go hungry today." He gives her two gold pieces and motions to the council members, "Anything interesting going on over there today?"

Lady Rutkins does indeed have thoughts about spending the afternoon with you.

The old woman smiles and respondsBig things sir. I will spend this and think of you. her thoughts Fool, this is just a trinket of what I will be rewarded.

[gryffydd65]

"I'm here to give an artifact of our Church to the priest of this parish. Although, if he's not here, I could come back at a different time. I wasn't aware there was a festival." Evandur looked around the cathedral, taking in his surroundings

Spoiler: rolls for perception

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[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

The two acolytes continue to watch the parade from their vantage point. We were not told when our elders will return but I believe as soon as the parade is over they will be here for the late service.

[LoneStarCowboy]

The two acolytes continue to watch the parade from their vantage point. We were not told when our elders will return but I believe as soon as the parade is over they will be here for the late service.

"Alright. I will wait here for their return, then." Evandur looked around for a bench or chair to sit in.

[gryffydd65]

I am nobody. I have to go now. she says as her surface thoughts truly show she is in a hurry along with her thinking about fire.

She moves around you and looks to the left and right like she is going to cross the street during the parade.

[Kvard51]

Fergus washes his hands before heading to the food stalls. A nice sausage and a wedge of cheese will just about hit the spot.

He glances over when he notices the dirty, old woman.

Spoiler: Insight

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(1d20+5)[15]

She looks healthy enough, so he looks a little deeper when she pushes by the nobles out for a stroll.

[gryffydd65]

Fergus washes his hands before heading to the food stalls. A nice sausage and a wedge of cheese will just about hit the spot.

He glances over when he notices the dirty, old woman.

Spoiler: Insight

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[roll0]

She looks healthy enough, so he looks a little deeper when she pushes by the nobles out for a stroll.

Spoiler: insight

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You can truly tell she is in a hurry and moves quicker than one would expect from an old human woman.

The young noble has taken an interest in her and has given her money and asked her some questions.

[gryffydd65]

The old woman crosses the street as she weaves between parade walkers.

Fergus and Sir Vinet greet each other and lose sight of her as they are talking.

Spoiler: occ

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unless specified by either player, the old woman is across the street and lost in the crowd.

[Ramsus]

Gura Ganu-Gatho Shifter Druid AC: 18 HP: 67/67 PP: 18 PIv: 10 PIs: 18 Conditions: -- Concentration: -- Gura, in shark outfit as usual, is as usual being some kind of public menace. In today's case, she's practically bouncing from one food stall to the next wolfing something down before grabbing another and leaving a tangled mess of tripped up and bumped aside people in her wake, laughing all the way. She frequently stops to hand another kid in the crowd whatever she hasn't finished yet or toss a bit to a bird or squirrel or stray cat or dog. Spoiler Show Perception1: 19 Perception2: 25 Perception3: 22

[Ramsus]

Gura Ganu-Gatho Shifter Druid AC: 18 HP: 67/67 PP: 18 PIv: 10 PIs: 18 Conditions: -- Concentration: -- Gura notes the old woman moving in a very un-old and determined way towards the dais where the council members are seated. She decides to get closer, like right up next to her, and very obviously circle around her, looking her over for any weapons or such. As she's suspicious this person is in disguise and might do something to ruin the festivities. Spoiler Show Perception: (1d20+8)[21]

[gryffydd65]

The old woman looks at the young girl and screams Help this ruffian is trying to steal my gold. as she holds two gold pieces up. Here take them she flings the two coins directly over Garu's head.

[Pyrophilios]

The horse knew the way - which was good, considering that the rider was dead - dead drunk. He revived a bit when the horse bucked him off, making him fall into the horse trough. That at least brought back some life into him. Spitting out water and stumbling along with his water logged clothes, Vindariel took in the sights.
"Ahh... it's Founder's day already. Drek. Seems some water got into my drink." he mumbled to himself and any passersby who happened to listen to him. The dented armor as well as the rest of his uniform had seen far, far better days and the breath from his mouth would have interested a number of alchemists for its dissolving properties.
"Gotta find the man and... and talk to him. That was it. Drek. I need a drink."
Having a somewhat unreliable relationship with his eyes and ears at the moment, the man staggered on, relying on his old ally, his nose, to find the nearest stand offering hot beverages.
"Give me your strongest bean brew - with a teenzy little shot of firewater - half and half will do."

While waiting for his order, Vindariel watched the parade go by, absentmindedly polishing the only clean spot - right above his heart - with his wet sleeve.
"You know where I can find Thomas Mour, the secretary of the council?" He inquired of the server, disregarding the fact that it would be about a 1 to 1000 chance for the man to have that information.

[whiteflash]

Davey perks up when he hears someone cry "trying to steal," and is disappointed when it turns out to be a little girl annoying an old lady.

"Now, little ruffian, are you trying to steal that poor old lady's gold?" Davey calls over, even though he doubts that that's the case.

He takes a bite of an apple that he'd previously taken from a food cart without paying.

"That's not very nice of you, is it?" he asks through the bite of apple.

Do any of those perception rolls I made (especially the 23) have anything to do with that old lady?

[gryffydd65]

"Alright. I will wait here for their return, then." Evandur looked around for a bench or chair to sit in.

All benches are in use as the crowds are watching the parade on both sides of the dias where the council members sit. If he is patient he can grab a seat when someone leaves.

[gryffydd65]

The horse knew the way - which was good, considering that the rider was dead - dead drunk. He revived a bit when the horse bucked him off, making him fall into the horse trough. That at least brought back some life into him. Spitting out water and stumbling along with his water logged clothes, Vindariel took in the sights.
"Ahh... it's Founder's day already. Drek. Seems some water got into my drink." he mumbled to himself and any passersby who happened to listen to him. The dented armor as well as the rest of his uniform had seen far, far better days and the breath from his mouth would have interested a number of alchemists for its dissolving properties.
"Gotta find the man and... and talk to him. That was it. Drek. I need a drink."
Having a somewhat unreliable relationship with his eyes and ears at the moment, the man staggered on, relying on his old ally, his nose, to find the nearest stand offering hot beverages.
"Give me your strongest bean brew - with a teenzy little shot of firewater - half and half will do."

While waiting for his order, Vindariel watched the parade go by, absentmindedly polishing the only clean spot - right above his heart - with his wet sleeve.
"You know where I can find Thomas Mour, the secretary of the council?" He inquired of the server, disregarding the fact that it would be about a 1 to 1000 chance for the man to have that information.

Don't know the man. But all councilmembers are at the dais in front of the Cathedral of Pelor.

[Pyrophilios]

"Ah thank you my good man. To the cathedral of the shiny lord then!"
The coffee was strong - strong enough to steady Vindariel far enough not to stumble, at least not noticeable.
That didn't mean that he didn't collide with a lot of people on his way to the large building, but at least he didn't linger around to collect the complaints.

[gryffydd65]

Davey perks up when he hears someone cry "trying to steal," and is disappointed when it turns out to be a little girl annoying an old lady.

"Now, little ruffian, are you trying to steal that poor old lady's gold?" Davey calls over, even though he doubts that that's the case.

He takes a bite of an apple that he'd previously taken from a food cart without paying.

"That's not very nice of you, is it?" he asks through the bite of apple.

Do any of those perception rolls I made (especially the 23) have anything to do with that old lady?

Davey notices that the old woman moves easier than an old woman should. He also notices the young girl with shark teeth getting really close to the old woman.

[gryffydd65]

Three guards hear the yell for help from the old woman and the crowd of festival goers crowd closes around the old woman, the young teen age girl and the seafarer. The poor and children all scrambling on their hands and knees looking for the two gold.

Spoiler: perception

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Garu and Davey I need perception 15 at disadvantage. My thinking is suddenly a lot of people have tried entering the occupied square of the old woman and Garu as they are trying to get the money. If you still make the roll then I need an investigation check 15.

[Pyrophilios]

"A daylight robbery, how absolutely hilarious." Vindariel had stopped as the press of people prevented him from getting forward.
He hadn't really paid attention to what had happened before, but even in his current state he knew that no-one tried to rob anyone during a parade with armed guards all around.

So he decided to stop and watch for a moment what this street theater performance would produce next. "Apparently a land shark... I think I need more to drink."

[Ramsus]

Gura Ganu-Gatho Shifter Druid AC: 18 HP: 67/67 PP: 18 PIv: 10 PIs: 18 Conditions: -- Concentration: -- Gura ignores the "old woman's" attempt to dissuade her and continue making sure attention is on her as she replies to the man, "Who you calling a ruffian!? This lady's a fake and a liar. I smelled something off about her and got close and she's making up all this thief stuff when I aint said nothing to her at all. Then she throws gold about to try and distract from how shady she is!"

[whiteflash]

"Well tell her to save some for me, little ruffian. I like gold."

He takes another bite of his apple and tries to keep his eye on the old lady, since he's already seen enough to agree that the old lady is kind of suspicious.

The lowest of (1d20+7)[26] and (1d20+7)[27]

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[gryffydd65]

"Well tell her to save some for me, little ruffian. I like gold."

He takes another bite of his apple and tries to keep his eye on the old lady, since he's already seen enough to agree that the old lady is kind of suspicious.

The lowest of [roll0] and [roll1]

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Okay still need investigation roll

[whiteflash]

Okay still need investigation roll

I did it in the other thread. It was a twelve. You said I wanted to hit a DC of 15?

[gryffydd65]

I did it in the other thread. It was a twelve. You said I wanted to hit a DC of 15?

Okay sorry.