Sands of Fate: With Homebrew

[Dieuoffire]

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I am attaching at the very first a link to the Recruitment thread and the OoC Thread.
Recruit
https://forums.giantitp.com/showthre...-with-HOMEBREW
OoC
https://forums.giantitp.com/showthre...2#post25549832

Adventure 1: The Call of a Desperate Queen
As you approach the town of Afon on the north banks of the Swiftrun River it looks about as you imagined it; a small point of opportunity nestled in with the last of the hills coming down from the north. The town is small enough not to be a city, but large enough that it is not below notice, and it is growing. The only blotch on this picturesque view is the broken and recently burned castle a few miles north east from the little town. Recently destroyed, the burnt castle remains are easy to tell that it was the focus of fury for a dangerous group; The Hellblades.

Rumors fly about the Hellblades; Ogres, Mercenaries, Armed, Armored, Invincible, Trained, Disciplined, Elite Warriors, Rage Machines. The rumors vary but what doesn't vary in each one? Fear. The Hellblades have evaded a large army, captured national tribute, destroyed a small army, murdered nobles, burned down a castle, terrorized dozens of villages and the city of Afon now reports the Hellblades are being seen closer and closer to home.

As you look at it, you are again reminded of what Afon represents. Opportunity.

Upon entering the town you see the usual run of townspeople. Farmers, shopkeepers, blacksmiths; they are all here. Posted in the town square is the official Queen's notice along with a local notice.

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By Royal Decree
Her Ladyship Queen Eilonwy,
Guardian of the Rivers
Ruler of Riverrun,
Friend to the Celestial Worlds,
Blessed of the Holy Phoenix,

Has decided that whosoever is able to destroy the Band of Raiders Known as the Hellblades and return to the queen the stolen tribute to her Ladyship shall be awarded NOBILITY and land! The town Afon and the surrounding land are hereby offered as reward. The queen shall also award funds to renovate and restore the former castle or build a new one as the new Nobility shall deem fit. Furthermore the most gracious Queen has decided that the titles shall be deemed hereditary passing on from generation to generation.

Come all those who wish the generosity of a queen and lasting wealth! Come and earn your place in the halls of heroes to our blessed nation!

The queen will award the titles and blessings at Riverrun once the Hellblades and tribute are assured in their proper place.

Signed
Queen Eilonwy

Spoiler: A state of Emergency powers

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According to the laws of our nation, the vacancy of the Seat of Responsibility in any area will immediately put the Mayor of any of the towns within the area in the Seat of Responsibility for each town in the affected area until such a time as a new noble shall be Seated by our beloved queen. At which time the Mayor shall give an accounting of their actions to the seat and receive justice for their actions, weather reward or punishment, as deemed within the law and as decided upon by the new Seat of Responsibility.

I Mayor Bel do hereby claim the Seat of Responsibility for the town of Afon and surrounding areas until such time as another is Seated by our Queen.

In the town square is another sight to see. A militia of sorts seems to be forming. It is made up of adventurers and would be heroes the force might be considered formidable, but it is disorganized. However it is in the process of organization by a man who bears an exceptional and most certainly magical crystalline blade. His voice carries and his confidence that their 'Army of Heroes' will win the day is bolstering up the courage that might otherwise give way to critical thinking. They appear to be readying to move out soon.

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Each of you arrives your own way, to the south runs a river with boats, the town has roads going in multiple directions, some of you have stranger ways still to arrive.

You also have your own reasons for being here.

Yohaan, it occurred to you that to build the kind of place you want, being a ruler with support would not be a bad start

Callen, you have discovered that one of your family is indebted to the Seat of Responsibility of this area. In other words, if you solve this, they will be returned to you free and clear. Until a new seat is installed by the queen however they cannot be bought sold or released.

Ferrous, you overheard Cedius talking about a college who was murdered by a troop of armored giant (or maybe Ogre?) warriors. they could not find them, the another who tried to scry them out died. Your father did not want to say anything but for the first time ever that you can remember; he can't just cast a spell and get an answer. The opportunity here for you is much more personal

Of the Tide, the Eyes: You already know what you're after. this time you don't need to pretend to die!

Puck, you have been notified by a sending spell that the Hellblades do more than kill humans. They kill pixies too or any other good creature of the forest. It seems they delight in it. You know this because you have one less friend in the world recently, and they have one more enemy...

Blanc: the Queen asked a favor in return for a favor. the knowledge you get is more important, but Nobility in these lands doesn't hurt either.

Toboruk Shellshan: This is a place where you can start anew, reclaim a place for your family. Maybe finally be recognized with honor.

Balthanon, Aralis: you want this place, you know why.

[LairdMaon]

"Grasp the ropes and hoist the sails, it’s back to port your bound,
The main sail billows large and full, soon you’ll be on dry ground,
Weigh the anchor, spin the wheel, this day o’er nature win,
Feel spray of sea, the ocean’s kiss, you’re on your way again.


Sleep bonnie pirate laddie, while the waves they roll
Sleep bonnie pirate laddie, ocean breezes blow
Feel the ship rock to and fro, hear wind through rigging sigh
The gentle ocean sounds below, a pirate lullaby"

Callen let's the lullaby trail off as the merchant's cart pulls to a stop in town. Despite Callen's poor singing voice, the merchant's son had fallen asleep in the back among the wares to be sold.

With a nod, Callen climbs from the cart and collects his kit.
He heads straight to the postings and carefully reads them aloud taking extra interest in the details of the mayor.

"Guess I have an appointment the mayor."
Learning what he has, Callen turns to regard the rest of the town square's population.

[Cassus]

A strapping fellow with bright blue hair and blue eyes walked up the main road into town from the south. His face was tanned and windburned, and the roughly-patched holes in his leather tunic revealed rippling cords of muscle, particularly on his left arm.
His right arm was simply missing, that sleeve hanging in a loose knot from the shoulder. Where the arm should have been, a long and somewhat spectral appendage made of blue fire extended from a "vanishing point" above his shoulderblades out to where his right arm should have been. Its claws and scales were distinctly draconic, and it looked, if that was even possible, still more muscular than his left arm was.

It was with this glowing appendage that he waved a greeting to the militia. "Hail!" His voice was... about what you'd expect from a man whose chest could probably house a small family. He marched towards the gathering, bearing down on the man with the crystal sword with an enormous grin as the fiery "limb" dropped back to his side. "And well met. I'm Tide! Here to hunt bandits. Who're you?" He scratched at his jaw absently with one forearm-sized cobalt claw. What might have been rude felt surprisingly natural, even welcome, given his obvious frankness and cheer.

After collecting names from whomever chose to give them, he turned back to the man with the sword. "So then! Most people seem to be listening when you talk. What's the plan for finding these thieves?"

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Currently active:
Nondetection (DC 24)
Soulmeld: Claws of the Wyrm
Altered Shape: Humanoid, Fake Skin, Replicate III: blindsight 60', Replicate IV: Regeneration 2/silver or good, Giant, Damage Reduction/cold iron

Disguise: (1d20+37)[54]

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Toboruk Shellshan
A young man, well built and dressed, eyes and armor gleaming strides forward with the self assurance of a trained warrior.
Green cape trailing behind him seeks out the man with the crystal blade, who is organizing the arrivals.

In a well projected voice:
Are you the one who leads this initiative? Might I have your name?
I am Toboruk Shellshan, practicioner of the Emerald Blade.

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Diplomacy: (1d20+16)[30]

[niw18]

Puck

After getting the news, he would leave the forest as he knew his friend was killed he warned him the world of humans was dangerous for fey like them, but he went anyways and befriended a noble little girl in a castle. He was killed with all others, and the castle was set on fire. He knew, and with the news he just got, it was time to make up for all deaths that happen by this army that will leave catastrophe everywhere they go. He fly and stop and look at a fey-like creature that was in a cave that was a rift that allows fey to travel between the fey wilds and the martial planes. He would look at him, "hey, I was magically informed that the dark evil army is on the move report it to the Seelie court and all other courts right away they pose a threat to all fey and all creatures of the forest," he excitedly reports to the fey guard. He would then turn and fly out of the cave and goes northwest towards the one that sent him the message. He figured he was at least a day and a half away from this town.

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[Yas392]

A blue woman with swirling air of frigidness around her, walks with the countenance of a queen. Her statuesque figure showcases her otherworldly beauty with a porcelain face, decorated by ice creeping up on one facing of her cheek and sculpted figure of perfection. Her head carries dreadlocks of the sea, braided and banded. She is scanty in fashion; wearing the essentials to cover her essentials and barefoot. She looks at the notice board and keep her distance from those approaching the militant with the crystalline sword as she studies the man and his intention.

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Knowledge (Nature): (1d20+16)[31]

Sense Motive: (1d20+5)[19]

[LairdMaon]

Callen laughs quietly to himself as he watches the would-be leader rousing the rabble. Too many very different people is too many variables.

He takes a moment to purchase a small basket of citrus fruits from a nearby vendor. A crate close at hand becomes his seat and table and he moves to relax on with a view of the square.

Once seated, he takes off his travel cloak and gloves, revealing his white opaline arms, transparent enough to show the black structures within.

"What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!" he sings to himself quietly as his eyes begin examining the newest arrivals. The fruit in his hand is quickly stripped of its skin and eaten before it's juices can begin to flow. He continues singing quietly, Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning!

When his eyes alight on the blue woman, he stops and stares for several minutes. Late nights watching the waters for icebergs may have left the former sailor with some trauma.

He shakes his head and pulls out two more fruits. "Eyes up, ice lady!" Callen calls out a he tosses one of the fruits to her.

Better to keep one like that on my side, maybe even recruit her to work with me. Last thing I want is her ire. he thinks.

[Yas392]

Without looking, the wind blows the citrus fruit tossed at their mistress to a lucky receiver as Blanc continues her sightseeing as if nothing happened.

[D&DPrinceTandem]

Yohaan
A Tall form glides outside the eastern end of the Town of Afon an hour or so before dawn. White dress cloaks the figure, a Birch wood mask conceals the firgures face, a few long strands of platinum hair extend over the mask in front, reaching just past the figure's arms. Its hair in the back extends to the ground and then some, though for some reason does not touch the ground, as a matter of fact nothing about the figure touches the ground.
The creature approaches a medium cottage, a pest house it is called. Outside, a young caretaker is too busy pulling water from the well and setting new linens to dry at sun rise to notice the figure pass by. It entered the cottage and approached its patents, sleeping as soundly as any suffering disease and discomfort could sleep. From each it takes a pulse, it checks temperature, and it listens to breath patterns. It replaces dry towels for warm wet ones on those with fever. At each bed side it sits, holding the hand of the patent for a time, before placing its hand on the creature's chest. As the form passes from bedside to bedside, it cures the ailments of all that it can and closes the wounds of all that magic can help. It watches the invigoration of each person with a passionate fervor. It then waits at a windowsill looking eastward for the sunrise. At Dawn the young caretaker enters the room only to find each patient sleeping soundlessly and a White Lily in the windowsill. The Birch Lily is thought to be a fey spirit of some kind and a sign of good fortune and change for the better. It's a new folktale and a pleasant sign for the hard-working young woman.

Yohaan stretches on the bench that served as her bed for the few hours since sunrise that she slept. Ever refreshed and ready to combat the challenges of the day she notices a gathering of heroes-to-be. She then spots a pair of boys arguing over one having a larger piece of bread. "Now now, there is plenty of loaf to go around" she says as she approaches the duo, a steamy loaf of bread in hand, smelling of warm butter and freshly toasted bread. "Here" she says as she splits it in two and offers the halves to a child each. The two boys look at each other with suspicion and a tad bit of confusion, but neither one to look a naive gift horse in the mouth, each take they piece and scurry off into the square. Yohaan smiles, joyed at the happiness she could bring in the trying times. She sighs, this is going to take more than a loaf of bread and some kind words. I can't do this alone, she thinks to herself.
She then approaches the growing throng of commotion of able-bodies. A Knight of the Flashing blade, she questions to herself as she notices the crystal blade, and the strong personality it was strapped to.
Yohaan smiles a little at the brazen sapphire man's strong personality and equally blue name, Tide, hardly the name that could be forgotten, and a personality to match.
Yohaan then notices the well-equipped and well-dressed warrior with the verdant cape approaching. Its trained and precise footfalls not going unnoticed by the changeling. Toboruk, not a name I should forget. Should battle come, that one will be undeniably pivotal for any good outcome.
"Eyes up, ice lady!" Yohaan heard, and she was immediately intrigued. She turned to the source, and it would have made it if the sight need to be passed did not demand attention. In the moment nothing but the "ice lady" existed to Yohaan, utterly enraptured by the woman's form Yohaan's mind emptied. A cool breeze that smelled of salt and sea flowed towards Yohaan from the woman, along with the presence of a projectile. Although completely distracted Yohaan's instincts caught the object effortlessly. For three, seemingly endless and all-encompassing, steps of the stunning woman Yohaan held her breath unconsciously, unable to formulate any thought in her presence. It took four more steps for Yohaan to pull her sights off the woman and back to the man with the crystal blade. Her thoughts still jumbled and discoherent she looked down to the object in her hands. A few moments passed of her just looking at the object for her to realize that it was a fruit. Mindlessly she placed it in a small pouch along her belt.
"Wow.." was the only thought -though she is unaware that she actually said it out loud- she could form following the sight of the Boreal Fey. Her face flushed slightly as Yohaan realized the state of her mind.

[MagneticDragon]

Ferrous arrived from the north.

It had taken him nearly a month of travel from his ‘home’ among the wizards and scholars of King’s Borne famous magical school. Even though Ferrous’ knowledge of the world and strange magic allowed him to shift into the speedy Varag, and potentially move faster than a horse. His companion simply did not possess the same speed as Ferrous did. Nor did he have a Ring of Sustenance to reduce his need to sleep, eat or drink. Meaning that Ferrous was only able to match the pace of a horse, rather than exceed it. A fact that Cedius would undoubtedly scoff at, possessing magic that could have taken him instantly to Afon if he so desired. Though Ferrous was grimly aware that for all Cedius’ bragging, his magic could send him miles of target. It would still allow him to travel the hundreds of miles that Ferrous had taken twentyish days to cover in a blink of an eye.

When Ferrous arrived, one could be forgiven for thinking of him to be one of the townsfolk. A hunter perhaps, as evidenced by the bow on his back. But at medium height, wearing a simple traveller's cloak (the non-magical kind), and having no discernible features made Ferrous hard to pick out as a potential adventurer. A closer inspection would mean that one might realise the backpack he carried was of the famous Handy Haversack make, and that one could glimpse armour through his cloak as he moved. But even this would simply mark him as a traveller and potential warrior. No one of any note, nothing like the bright and colourful personalities that were approaching Aton.

... Which was exactly what Ferrous had planned. Having his companion rest in a shaded spot a few dozen metres away from town. He could summon them with his whistle if needed, and Ferrous wanted to do some reconnaissance first.

Because of this, he keeps to the edges of the town square, keeping a distance between himself and the crowd gathering together... as well as other, colourful individuals. His eyes scan the square, looking for any potential trouble or threat while keeping an ear out for the murmuring of the townsfolk. If these Hellblades were as intelligent as he believed, he would not be surprised if there were spies among the people of Afton. If this greeting was not simply an ambush. Because of this, he also tried to gauge just how trustworthy this crystal-blade-wielding individual was. They held the appearances of a worshipper of Kara, the Goddess of the Skies, known as ‘The Flashing Blade’. But appearances can be deceiving...

Oh, and the ‘ice lady’ that was so very noticeable to everyone? He also tried to piece together what she was too. Information was power, after all.

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Perception - (1d20+17)[33]
Sense Motive - (1d20+15)[25]
Knowledge: Nature - (1d20+5)[6]

[Dieuoffire]

@Callen
The Merchant smiles and nods as he pulls away the smile still on his face as he departs.

As you turn to the town you notice the town itself is bustling. Despite the threat of raiders, or maybe partially because of it. Opportunists and Dreamers have brought money, Merchants who are risk takers have taken full advantage of that so good still come, mostly by water now. But the square being filled today is not about economics, it is about potential violence and the reward promised. It is easy to see the hopefuls preparing for a battle.

@Tide
The speaker looks at Tide with uncertainty and just a little bit of caution in his face. A moment later The man glances around at the onlookers and rallies himself silently. A smile jumps back on his face as he speaks. [b]"Anwar, that is my name friend, or should I say companion? and yes that is exactly what we are here to do today. Hunt down the Hellblades and send them to their final resting place. You are welcome to join us if you want. We leave soon so make your choice my friend. as for how we find them..."[b] the man smiles and points to some nearby carts. "The carts are empty but look full. I assure you if they even have half their reputation they will be upon us as soon as they see laden carts with only a small force. The rest will be waiting in the carts and when the time comes they will have more than they bargained for. Join us and share in the spoils. I am sure you have something to offer, for the upcoming battle that is. Everybody who lives will get a piece, The dead will receive burial as soon as possible and be mourned as heroes. But if you have not the courage to face death then stay here, we will be back with victory and will tell you about it. the last was a friendly tease, you can tell he wants you to join.

@Toboruk
You hear the man finish speaking to another... well whatever that is. before steping in. The man turns to you as you speak then looks you up and down for a moment. "Lead? i guess you could say that. I'm Anwar and if you practice the emerald blade you are welcome to our ranks. We can always use another talented man of that path. You may have not heard but we are up against the best this time around. Don't worry though," he raises his hands 'Look at this group! dozens of casters, trained fighters, and more! we are sure to win.

@Puck
You left your home quickly, knowing that friends had died and the marauders cared little for any kind of peace. Days later you arrive at Afon. Looking down on the town you can see the human world in a hurry. but even from the air you can see a small army forming.

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if you heard of the castle and left immediately you would probably be there by now. The queen acts fast be even she could not put out a notice and gather in adventurers to fight in a few hours.

@Blanc
Your form and style garner a lot of attention. But your aloof attitude of a queen makes many shy away. Many have no interest in annoying nobility, others no interest in dangerous strangers. But there are some who notice you and pay attention. A nearby woman with a chainmail headdress that covers her face has sharp eyes, and they are focusing on you, weighing. You are sure there is something about her that screams she is not a normal person.

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Your kno skill will tell you the woman does fit into that category but she is veiled and wearing a cloak to conceal herself. You can’t get a read on what she is. but she is not hostile, just cautious.
As I will check on the sense motive but sadly need to hide the roll, (it would not do to tell you what I am rolling or what the bonus is[roll0].
Ok I did not do that one right lets try again [roll]1d20[/roll]

@Yohaan
your presence is noticed but as you make no flashy displays you are relatively able to look and wait without others drawing you into a conversation
@Ferrus
Your recon does reveal a few things. First off, the crowd is not as dangerous as they seem, there is a lot of potential down there, but much of it needs to grow if they are going to take on these Hellblades, of course forty or so of them might make a difference. The Ice woman you think is… A Construct? She seems like she was made by a master sculptor.
The man running the show well that is something else. You need a moment to think on him.

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I will use the same roll for both you and Blanc. We will see what you two discover. Of course your Natural 1 on kno skill already has it's mishap, Wondering

[Dieuoffire]

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Normally I will try to roll in the thread as instructed but for some reason it would not go. So I rolled in OOC, it was a 2. Wow he did not do well

Blanc and Ferrus will both notice that there is definitely something off about the speaker. He keeps Asking about people's wepons and Armor. He is asking about what potions they have and other such things. Sure maybe he is just trying to figure things out but maybe not.

Ferrus will be more sure. Ferrus is almost certain he is playing double. he has to have something else going on. He is far too worried about other peoples gear to just be planning.

[Cassus]

"Anwar, good to meetcha!" A wide grin split the face of the walking pile of muscles as he turned to the only other person directly talking to Anwar. "And you too, Toby! Pleasure's mine!" A pause. His voice dropped into a hesitant octave that was -almost- quiet enough to talk to someone less than three yards away. "Or do you prefer Shelly? I'm not much good with foreign gnome in cleats sure!"

When he turned back to Anwar, it was a motion of his whole body. Dust may have risen. His volume was back to "conversational." "But seriously, Anwar. You're recruiting in the town square for an ambush? Why wouldn't the Hellblade spies just tell them you're coming? Maybe let them rig a landslide, or some traps, or just an ambush of their own?" He laughed boisterously and looked Anwar up and down, eyes lingering on his sword. "You're taking the rookery, right? Sidewinding the new guy?" He smiled again, rubbing the back of his head with that enormous blue-fire dragon arm. "You're way too put-together for that to be the real plan. C'mon, spill! How are you really going to get those filthy bandits?"

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Currently active:
Nondetection (DC 24)
Soulmeld: Claws of the Wyrm
Altered Shape: Humanoid, Fake Skin, Replicate II: All-around vision, Replicate V: Regeneration 1-/bludgeoning or acid, Giant, Aquatic

Disguise: 54

[Novabomb]

Toboruk Shellshan
Having heard the end of the previous conversation he considers:

Is this man an idiot, or actively treacherous?
(Anwar)

Upon hearing the words "another practitioner" he analyzes:

Does this man have any knowledge of the style, or is it a hollow platitude?
Is someone else from the family here?

He briefly scans the crowd before returning his focus to Anwar.
Where would I go to sign up, and what are the wages?

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Sense Motive: (1d20+22)[38]
Perception: (1d20+5)[11]

Has he heard of Anwar?
Knowledge Nobility" (1d20+6)[11]

In response to Tide:
Toboruk is sufficient.
How should I address you?

[LairdMaon]

Callen kicks his feet up on another box and continues to enjoy his citrus fruits. His attention is focused on the individuals who are grilling the man with the crystal sword, no longer regarding the frosty lady at all.

"No point chasing a current that don't want to be caught, eh?" he thinks.

[Dieuoffire]

@Tide
Anwar looks at you and his grin almost changes for a split second. "Oh I'm serious alright! As tough as they are, they are still just Ogres, bigger maybe, faster maybe but still dumb as a bag of rocks. As for spies; you just got into town right? any proof of any spies? Those Ogres have lookouts sure, they probably have a champ of some brain dead type or another, but that's about it.
And we have more advantages. I'm a bard! With my songs this here lot would be able to take out an army five times our size. Besides even if they do have a spy, I revealed the plan only an hour ago. They won't know anything till it hits'em right between the eyes. Lastly, if they don't show up we know two things. One there is a spy, and two they are scared of us. That means we can keep this place safe and nobody has to worry. any way you look at it it is a wining situation.

@Toboruk
Anwar smiles at you, "We have a contract right over there," He smiles at you, just a little too oily to be completely honest. "Wages are an even split of the queens reward and any spoils except the queens tribute which will be returned to her. But it will be paid in gold value as only a few can claim the title. So the highest bidder will keep the title and lands but pay our a share of their bid to everybody else. We are not paying next of kin however so if you want your share be alive at the end."

As Toboruk looks around the crowd he sees a few other individuals watching the crowd while being part of it. A drow and a person with a chain veil over their face and a cloak over their body. those two seem less, part of the team than the rest, but are mentally taking notes you think. You also think they know Anwar, just the way they nod at each other at certain times.

Toboruk can't think of ever having seen or hear of this Anwar before, but every now and then Anwar doesn't respond when someone calls his name the first time. he could be distracted, Or he could have another name that he uses other times.

[MagneticDragon]

For several moments, Ferrous could not help but study the Construct in more detail. He had sworn she was a fey before, yet she wasn’t anything he knew about and seemed to have signs that showed her being artificial in nature. These could reflect her nature as a fey, but Ferrous was confident in his judgement. Even so, he had never seen a Construct so lifelike before, or so alive in its mannerisms either. Whoever had made it had to be an absolute master of their craft, which was strange he did not know them. The school did its best to keep aware of the best casters across the land and Construct crafting was a magical art though and though. Still, the school was not infallible, which was why he was here in the first place...

As others began to question this, 'Anwar’, however. Ferrous dragged his attention away from the Construct and back to more important things. The questions that were being asked of him were very telling, and he was pleased to note that he was not the only one suspicious of this ‘Anwar’ person... and from how there was a brief delay before he answered at other times, Ferrous was confident that was not his real name either. He also noted his companions, marking them as potential threats as well. Even as the words spoken gave him a perfect opening... though Ferrous would first check his bandolier and belt were secure and holding his tools. Then made sure to flick out his trusty talisman first to fiddle with. His fingers had started getting twitchy anyway.

“Dumb brutes? I am afraid that’s simply not true.” Ferrous said as he stepped forwards a bit so that they could notice him, even as he lifted his hand to scratch his chin. He didn’t have a beard, but he wasn’t exactly clean-shaven either from travelling without a barber for so long. Odd how he still grew facial hair despite being in a completely different body most of the time. “Ah, forgive me for speaking up, but I could not help but overhear the conversation, and I must share what I know. I am a traveller see, and I have recently spent time among the mages of King’s Borne. I’m sure you’ve heard of their school, yes?” Ferrous glanced between ‘Anwar’ and his companions as he spoke, searching for a reaction. “Well, while there, I heard some of them talking. Turns out one of their colleagues was actually slain by these Hellblades and they wanted to bring them to justice. Except, when they tried to locate the Hellblades, they found themselves unable to. And when one of them simply decided to scry them directly...” Ferrous paused for dramatic effect. “And was struck down. Dead before anyone could react.”

Ferrous turned away from ‘Anwar’ to address the rest of the crowd, saying. “Now, I’m no expert of magic. But I would say it simply makes sense that any group that has such power can not simply be mindless brutes, no?” A slight pause, Ferrous giving time for people to think. Both the intelligent people who had already questioned Anwar, as well as the crowd itself. “And ah... if you may forgive me for being so bold. But I have seen quite a few warriors and mages and the like during my travels. So I believe I have a reasonable ability to judge their skill. And while you all possess skill, I doubt it is enough to be a proper threat to the Hellblades. You have the time and potential to, most certainly. But I would not be surprised if you find yourself overrun if you tried to take on the Hellblades directly.”

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[roll0] Keeping an eye on Anwar and his companions
[roll1] Gauging their emotional reactions
[roll2] Downplaying his knowledge
[roll3] Convincing them off his story, and his judgement of their abilities.

[niw18]

He watched as humans scurry about, and to him, they seemed to be forming an army which is a good thing, but he knew many people in this newly formed army would be killed by the Hellblades. He was curious and would fly lower and look about and try to size them up as to how powerful they are. He hoped this newly formed army had a few very strong beings in it or more people killed like his friend and forest creature. As he flew past various groups in the army, he heard a convo that piqued his curiosity and hover above these people it seemed they were serious, and all seemed strong and wanted to have a good look at them plus the conversation seemed to stir towards a goal like his own. He would hover lower himself to the eye range and listen to all that was being said and would pipe in himself the small pixie noble, "I have to agree with this being," pointing to Ferrous, "they far from dump brutes and are very dangerous they took down a castle and a very powerful pixie noble mage as if they were nothing at all then burned the castle down just cause they can" He would state to The whole group as he had not gotten any names yet. He would look to the others, "I am sorry, I must have forgotten my manners my name is puck" he say to all the group, but blue women piqued his interest as he was sure she was a fey from the north, but he was not sure on that. He would look to blanc "does winter court know of what's going on" he would say to her as it was more test than anything to see if he was right or not.

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gray= any language other than common spoken to another

(1d20+12)[22] perception check to eye the army up

[Dieuoffire]

@Ferrous @ Puck
You will notice that Anwar is disgruntled by Ferrous’s statement. He and his companions specifically try not to pass glances while Anwar is being watched; which tells Ferrous they know what they are doing. They know when to look away and pretend to not be involved, but you see it anyway. The drow is also unhappy about your statements and he starts looking at the crowd to see their reactions. Then he starts moving among them talking quietly with some.
At the end of Puck speaking Anwar suddenly has an idea and smiles ”BAHahaha! You doubt us? Alright, let me give you a taste of courage something your mages hiding in their tower seem to lack.”
Anwar runs over and jumps up onto a nearby stool to speak with the crowd. “Friends it seems we have a doubter who thinks himself cleaver! Let me give you a taste of what we can do! I will save the better one for later but for now… Anwar begins a song of victory and glory, a tale of giant slayers and heroes. The music is beautiful and you can tell that he has talent. But there is a side effect you notice, He is inspiring courage. The power is significant, you can gauge he has put effort into this. Immediately you realize one more thing however. His inspire ability helps against fear. The crowd will not be easily swayed by fear now. You think he is trying to throw the odds in his favor by making the crowd change their calculation on fear. And he is not bad at doing so.

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The inspire courage is +3, and spread over 40 or so that is quite a bonus. He is attempting to counter your diplomacy
[roll]Roll messed up, it's in OoC. total was 31

The crowd laughs and cheers. You might believe him to be a con man. But if you are right, that would explain why He is good at convincing these people.

[Yas392]

Blanc looks at Puck, raising an eyebrow.

"I have not heard of this Winter Court you spoke of. Is that an organization?"

The ice fey turns to Anwar who reinforced himself as a bard with his music.

"Hellblades, is it? I came to the right gathering then. I quite say that your music washed away the fear and apprehension that was present earlier."

The blue woman who was statuesque a moment ago animated herself by flicking her dreadlocks.

"You may call me Blanc. Is that contract sanctioned or self-made? Depending on the legitimacy of the group, I may or may not join you."

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Sense Motive on Anwar's statement on the contract: (1d20+5)[6]

Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty) on the person bearing the appearance of this Anwar: (1d20+10)[28]

Knowledge (History) on the person bearing the appearance of this Anwar: (1d20+10)[13]

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She seems truthful, curious and confused by your question.

[Novabomb]

Toboruk Shellshan

Speaking in a level voice (Not projecting, but not a whisper)
You present me with something of a dilemma. You have done me a service by filtering out those who are undisciplined and foolish, things that could be catastrophic for the campaign. On the other hand, I cannot fight a war alone, and it could take a substantial amount of time for another force to assemble after whatever you are actually planning. Time that may cause the opportunity here to elapse.

[Cassus]

Tide cocked an ear while the hunter spoke. He didn't really know much about ogres. Smart, stupid... he looked between the stranger and Anwar to let them sort that out.
Much to the enormous blue-haired man's surprise, Anwar completely ignored the hunter, jumped up on a stool, and burst into a rousing song. Tide couldn't help but laugh uproariously, his own deep guffaw smashing through the laughter of the rest of the crowd like a hammer. Slapping his thigh with his remaining humanoid hand, he belted out, "Anwar! Truly, the prince of comics!" He paused. It felt beyond bizarre to be the voice of reason; there was no way he'd be more persuasive than a crowd-pleaser like that.
Well, might as well run with it. If everyone was keyed up and beyond brave... "But seriously, the goal is to stop these bandits AND recover the tribute, right?" His smile was almost shark-like. "Maybe some of their other loot as well?" His words were timed perfectly with a cheer from the crowd. In a conspiratorial tone that -might- have been inaudible if someone was in the next town over, much like a parent telling a child there was no Santa Claus, "You... um... you know bandits don't carry loot when they launch attacks, right?" Another hearty laugh.
"I, for one, have no intention of fighting a horde of murderous ogres for a few coppers, then wandering all over the mountains looking for a base an entire army already failed to track down... twice!" He thumped his chest. It echoed. "I say thee nay! You shall not waste the time and treasure of this band of heroes!" A sweeping gesture to the crowd with his blue-fire arm. "If we attack, we attack... their camp!"[/B] If fear didn't make them give up this Harengon-brained scheme, greed and a dislike of drudgery probably would. Or, more likely, the mob split into a few factions and started arguing with each other instead of following the piper.

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Bluff, used in place of Diplomacy through social recovery: (1d20+20)[26]

Beginning concentrating on Detect Thoughts (spell-like ability, so no chanting or anything). Once it ramps up, attempting to read the thoughts of Anwar, Will DC 18 negates.

Currently active:
Nondetection (DC 24)
Soulmeld: Claws of the Wyrm
Altered Shape: Humanoid, Fake Skin, Aquatic, Replicate IV- Regen 2/silver or good, DR/Adamantine, Replicate III-- Blindsight 60'

Disguise: 54

[LairdMaon]

A slight grunt accompanies Callen's effort to get to his feet. He slips several fruits into a pocket and saunters over to the crowd with a specific target in mind.

"Looks like you might need a refreshment, friend." he says to the drow, holding out a fruit. "You been chatting up these rubes more than your songbird friend. What's the story behind that, eh?"

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Diplomacy (1d20)[18]

[Dieuoffire]

@those around Anwar

Anwar looks at Blanc and replies “Fear is the second great killer of those who would be heroes. The first being stupidity. The contract is just a simple write up so everybody knows the rules. That keeps everybody on on the same beat when time comes to split the winnings.”

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Blanc has no idea about the contract. Anwar is too distracted by other things to focus on it so you can’t read him. There is something vaguely tickling the recesses of your mind about this man…
Please make a spot check when trying to Identify Anwar. Then I can tell you what you know.

Turning to Toboruk Anwar smiles and replies “The answer is simple, join us. With you on the front lines we are sure to win a great victory. At this point we are deciding by how much we will win. Another ally means fewer losses.
And Tide, my good" He looks you up and down " Dear friend; I don’t know where you come from but here is a piece of knowledge that is pretty common round here. We only need one enemy still alive for questioning. A beguiling spell later and now we have a guide straight to their lair! On whole the rumors of the Hellblades say there are not many of them. They probably only have one or two more guards at base camp once we take the main force. We will have our victory AND our treasures.
Although Anwar seems entirely convince of success, a few of the others are scratching their heads and rethinking their position.

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saving throw - (1d20+7)[22] Target DC18

@LairdMaon
The drow looks at you offering fruit. He thinks for a moment then decides that it’s safe and polite so he takes the piece. “Friend? We aren’t closer than anybody else here. As for who I speak to, I can chat with whoever I like so I tend to speak to a lot of people in a day.”

[LairdMaon]

"See, now, I'm pretty handy at spotting a competent crew. Had to be. That's how my captain decided if a ship were worth the hassle. As I mean to take a crack at ending the hellblades, I'm going to need to be in such a skilled crew, you get me?" the man leans in closer to the drow, "You get me in your crew, I'll make certain you don't have reason to regret it."

[Yas392]

"Interesting. I will wait a bit to see if any other group forms before I make my decision."

Blanc watches the doubtful who resists the bard's music with amusement as she keeps some of her attention to Anwar.

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Perception: (1d20-1)[2]

[Dieuoffire]

@LairdMaon
The drow, glances around and steps closer. "You got eyes friend careful they aren't attached to your mouth to closely. We are a bit late in the game for new players to make a bid but why don't you tell me what you want and maybe we can come to an agreement. We might just be doing you a favor taking this lot out to meet the Hellblades. If we don't succeed, maybe that will soften them up for you."

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@Blanc
There are people around...the results of Amazing perception. :D

@Cassus
He saved btw, so on mind games with him.

[Cassus]

Tide paused, ponderously considering Anwar's words. They were far out of his depth now. Doing magic, sure, but talking about it? Eh, well, fake it until you make it, right? He looked down at Anwar with eyes widening. A note of pity loud enough for an entire Greek chorus entered his voice. "Ah, my friend! That's your plan for these good people to avoid weeks of miserably trudging through the mountains? You're lucky I'm here, then!" He shook his head slowly. "You must not have heard-- these ogres killed a master mage who tried to find them with magic from a kingdom away! Just like that! Imagine what'll happen when you try to find them with magic from up close!" He snapped his humanoid fingers with a noise like ice breaking in spring. Or like a neck popping. "You or your guide, or both! And then no treasure at all!"

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Let's toss a Perception in, just since all the cool kids are doing it: (1d20+14)[26]


Currently active:
Nondetection (DC 24)
Soulmeld: Claws of the Wyrm
Altered Shape: Humanoid, Fake Skin, Replicate III-- Blindsight 60', Giant, Replicate V: Regeneration 10/bludgeoning or acid, Replicate II: All-around vision

Disguise: 54

[Novabomb]

Toboruk Shellshan eyes narrow.

The knave thinks I would allow my vanity to overcome basic sense.
To Anwar:
Insult me again, and we will duel.

He walks off.

So now how am I supposed to accomplish my goals? I suppose the first step will be to find allies that are not stupid. I should watch for those that reject the treacherous Anwar's offer.

He watches from the edge of the square, any will attempt to approach those that seem to reject Anwar.

[LairdMaon]

"And if your lot doesn't make it through the storm in that castle? What then? You'll use some trick to save yourself and escape into the night?"
Callen reaches out to pluck the citrus from the drow's hand, "I'm afraid your willingness to sacrifice so many... I'm embarrassed for you."

He turns to head back to his kit and the basket of fruits.