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[D&D 4E PbP] Council of Thieves Act 1: The Bastards of Erebus (IC)

TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn!Double TroubleRegistered User regular
edited August 2011 in Critical Failures
Council of Thieves Act 1: The Bastards of Erebus, a Dungeons & Dragons (4E) adventure for five first level characters

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The Specifics

This is a PbP game.

I, TiamatZ, will be your DM. Sheets are on myth-weavers (or Orokos). Dice rolls are on IC (or once again Orokos). For now, this is an IC thread. Post OOC discussions/comments/questions/etc in the OOC thread to avoid clutter and confusion.

I expect each of you to post at least once a day (except maybe on weekends [Saturdays and Sundays]) when you're able (though if it’s your turn, by all means post during the weekend; I’ll just post the updated map by Monday or so). If you'll be away for an extended period of time, let me know so that I (or you) can make arrangements to keep the game moving while you're gone (or postpone it if the majority of the party is unavailable). I'm a level-headed person, and I won't kick you out for missing posts here and there. That being said, if you flake consistently you'll be removed from the party.

For combat, I will provide the HP, AC and other defences (as well as any special bonuses monsters receive e.g. +2 AC when standing next to each other) of the enemies present and you shall roll attack rolls. If you hit, roll damage and work that into your post. Also color coded the monsters (makes it easier to work with, since most of you are newbies to the PbP format) by their border; red are minions, green are normal monsters, yellow are elites and purple are solos. So if you pop a daily on a red bordered monster you are going to feel really thick because it shouldn't last more than a single hit. Everyone will post their IC actions, with the rolls and results in SPOILER tags.

I will use TalonRazor’s idea (from the Legend of Novus PbP game). You must declare what you are doing in ORANGE text. The rolls must be in RED BOLD text and linked to the IC (or Orokos) roll. At the bottom of the post, still in spoiler tags, they shall post who is up next, in brackets and size 3 font that is GREEN, and who is on deck. Here is the template:

"Johnny Law swings his mighty fist, smacking the honest citizen in the face."
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For immediate interrupts, remember to post them with any criteria to follow in orange as well. If one of your powers has an immediate interrupt ability, state that power as well as when to use it e.g. when a monster strikes me, I want to use power X (where X is the power with immediate interrupt, such as Wizard’s Shield utility power, or the Fighter’s No Opening Utility power).

Also link to OOC thread: here


The primary goal here is for us all to have fun. I’m (mostly) new to PbP DMing and you’re all also (probably) new to PbP games, so we’re all noobs here. If you're not having fun for some reason, please let me know. Alright, now that that's all out of the way, let's go roll some dice and kill some monsters!

Act 1: The Bastards of Erebus


"Seventy years ago, the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune defeated its rivals in a bloody civil war following the death of the god of light and the sun, Pelor, bringing order to the war-torn nation of Cheliax—but at a price. Now the imperial bureaucracy enforces devil-worship as the state religion, and the common people bow their heads in perpetual servitude to the dark lord of Hell. Fortunately, Cheliax still has heroes: crusaders and revolutionaries motivated by glory, honour, greed for the throne, or hatred of what their land has become under the infernal thumb of Asmodeus. Our story follows one such band of heroes, as they unravel and become embroiled in a conspiracy so great, it may tear the once-proud city of Westcrown, and even its citizens, apart if left unchecked..."

Contents:
Prologue: Invitation to Vizio's
Chapter 1: Into the Sewers
Chapter 2: The Rebel Hideout


The Cast (AKA the party):

Current Party :


TyphorJett.png FunkyWaltDogg as Typhor Jett, Watersoul Genasi Warlord - Orphaned as an infant and pushed out onto the street as a child, Typhor's childhood was focused on survival. His experiences with street gangs eventually led him into more proper mercenary work, then into a short-lived revolution. He survived the brutal reprisal, but his few comrades were killed and his hopes for change were shattered. He now works as a combat trainer for the noble houses.

Yuren.png Grog as Yuren Tylis, Elven Avenger of Torog - Witnessing the chosen city of his god fall into chaos and being locked in a dungeon for seven decades is more than enough to drive a person insane. But for Yuren, the years in cold darkness brought him the means of vengeance- the blessing of Torog, the King that Crawls. He now seeks more mundane allies to exact his vengeance on the Asmodean rulers.

Calleigh.png Hiatus132 as Calleigh Farras, Human Wizard- Calleigh was happy with the life of an apprentice wizard and shopkeeper in Westcrown, but a raid by the Bastards of Erebus changed everything. Having lost her home and business, she has sought out the Wardens to lend her spellcraft and alchemy to the cause of bringing down the Bastards and beyond.

WilliamSherbourne.png ironzerg as William Sherbourne, Human Shielding Swordmage - Having been trained in the art of magic and the heavy blade, William wears the mantle of the swordmage. William's life as a ward in a monastary dedicated to the arts and beauty of Corellon was violently burned away, for reasons unknown. He now wears his blade definatly, no longer turning a blind eye to the evils around him.

Hertzog.png Qed as Hertzog Torr, Half-Orc Ranger- A former slave and pit-fighter, Hertzog managed a lucky escape from house Dioso. With no way back to his former life, Hertzog turns his attentions towards the destruction of the rulers that allowed his enslavement and justice for the people who held his chains.

Alainn.png SkyCaptain as Alainn Byrne, Human Invoker of Erathis- Alainn Byrne is a Companion of the Jade Star House. She was born a peasant girl in a peasant family, serving as a vassal of a cruel minor noble who had either purchased, swindled, or earned a small fief. Her two older brothers were rather cruel and vicious, though perhaps her rough childhood steeled her for the trials that awaited her as a young woman on the streets of Westcrown. She was born with fiery red hair and bright green eyes, a rarity amongst the people of Cheliax.

Fallen in Battle :


Grokka.png GoatboyTim as Grokka Lownote, Goliath Valorous Bard - Grokka came down from the mountains years ago and began working in the tavern as a novelty act. The locals began flocking to hear his unique Goliath song and he's been a local legend ever since. Recent corruption and the rampant, oppressive government has caused him to take up a more revolutionary role, passing information and aid to local rebels. More recently he's been sought to take up a more active role in the fight.
Cause of death: None. He was called by Janiven to foresee other matters, causing him to leave the group.

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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Prologue: Invitation to Vizio’s


    Westcrown...

    The City of Nine Stars, and once the seat of power of the Chelish Empire, was a bastion of civilization and the centre of the church of Pelor.

    Following the death of the god of the Sun and Light, Westcrown fell into chaos, becoming known as the City of Twilight as the citizens of Westcrown (also known as the Wiscrani) lost hope.

    Order was eventually restored to Westcrown, but was now under the diabolic rule of the Thrice-damned House of Thrune. Now the populace fears to leave their homes at night, lest they become prey for the shadowbeasts that inhabit the city. During the day, the city suffers under the cruel ministrations of the overbearing Dottari and Imperial Hellknights from nearby Citadel Rivad.

    For seventy years Westcrown has suffered these indignities, and though a number of ‘petty rebellions’ have taken place now and then, a resistance shall soon rise to help guide Westcrown from this terrible rule. This is their story…

    Time: sundown
    Location: Rego Scripa, Vizio’s Tavern

    The sun, long past its zenith, slowly sets in the distance, as the city itself prepares for the night. Small patrols of Dottari guards prepare lighting the many pyrahje that can be found throughout the streets of Westcrown, while the worried Wiscrani make their way quickly back to their homes. Unlike the many stories heard and told by bards outside Cheliax, the night was FAR from the glamour they always praised. In fact, night was considered suicidal to even the most foolish of Wiscrani when in Westcrown.

    However, our story focuses on five individuals, each one making their way towards Vizio’s Tavern. Though each one had their own reasons to be there, none of them could refuse the young woman’s request to join a ‘charitable cause’, as rebellion wasn’t looked well upon by the populace, and to openly talk of such things was to look for trouble, or worse even, when the Hellknights were nearby.

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    William:
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    Either way, these five individuals are about to find themselves in an adventure and conspiracy so immense, that the fate of all of Westcrown would hang on a thread, hanging over the gaping maw... of damnation!

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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    William eyed the sign one last time, mentally choking back his few remaining doubts.

    Could this be a trap? Another clever ruse designed to scoop up the last missing member of the monastery? He had thought about this all day, but he knew it just didn't make any sense. The Inquisitor's were definitely ruthless and calculating, but William would be hardly worth the trouble of such an elaborate ruse.

    And Barrien had to have known something. It was no coincidence that on that day he was sent off on a "errand", unknowling equipped for a fight. Even as morbid as the day had been, William couldn't help but shed a small smile for the old Eladrin. No, the odds of something like this just occuring randomly? Not possible.

    And throw in that woman, being there at precisely the right time to stop William from rushing headlong into certain death? Not a chance.

    As sure as the heavy blade that hangs from his belt, William is suppose to be a part of this.

    After taking one more second to mentally calm his body, to slow down his thumping heart and clear his mind, William pulls open the door to Vizio's and steps inside.

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  • SkyCaptainSkyCaptain Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Alainn arrived early at Vizio's. Karrien had been called away to attend to a difficult birth halfway through a particularly spirited theological discussion. The companion enjoyed a meal and several drinks, waiting for Jeniven to arrive. As the sun neared the horizon, the patrons quickly left for their homes or headed upstairs to small rooms for the night. A few remained seated. Alainn wondered about them briefly, but put them out of her mind as she waited.

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  • QedQed Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Staring down the road, Hertzog swore that he could see a city gate in the distance. It would be so easy to walk out of town. He could get far away from Westcrown. From House Dioso. From Cheliax even. ...Or would it?

    The Dottari had seen his escape, they would take him as he passed out of the city walls. House Dioso did not part with its property easily. They would come after him....

    No. Hertzog knew what it meant to face a foe. It would not be... right, to leave others to the fate he had suffered. It was a strange feeling to see this freedom and turn away from it. Hertzog was just more comfortable fighting. If Janiven could point him in the right direction, all the better.

    Catching sight of a Dottari insignia in the distance, Hertzog shook his head and walked briskly to the tavern door. The smell of food and ale was intoxicating. Freedom was a good thing, but it was only in your head. A meal and drink; that was good for your soul! These baser instincts banished the rest of the doubts from Hertzog's mind. He pulled his hair roughly and tied the loose bits back in an ugly knot, then pushed his way into the tavern with a crude but genuine smile.

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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    A quizzical look came over Grokka's slate face as Janiven spoke to him.

    "Whatever you say, boss" he chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "What can a humble entertainer do to serve the likes of Janiven, the great and powerful?" He said the last bit with more than bit of sarcasm and playful disdain in his voice. He couldn't stifle down another booming laugh as he finished his sentence.

    Just then a few individuals began pouring through the door. "We're closed!" he bellowed as he began to get up from the table. "Janiven, these friends of yours?" These definitely weren't regulars.

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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    William looks a bit startled by the bellow from the goliath, and is glad he took a minute to compose himself before entering the tavern.

    He quickly scans the room, making eye contact with Janiven.

    Not quite sure what to make of everything yet, William tries to stay cool.

    "Closed? But tonight's dinner came highly recommended. I hope I didn't miss the main course."

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  • FunkyWaltDoggFunkyWaltDogg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Typhor took his time as he walked the streets on his way to the tavern. While he felt reasonably confident that Janvien was on the level, he still had a nagging feeling that this meeting was going to turn out to be a waste of time. As he passed the old temple to Pelor, the memories of failure surged in his mind, and in that moment Typhor nearly turned around and walked back to his room. He placated those thoughts of regret with a promise that this would be the last time he allowed himself to hope, and kept moving forward instead.

    His doubts returned just a few yards from the door to Vizio's, but this time Typhor stifled them quickly and entered the tavern without hesitation. As he strode in the door, the shout from the goliath caught him off-guard, but didn't dissuade him at all; rather, he took it as a good omen.

    At least there's no doubt these people mean business...

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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    "Fret not, Grokka. These are the guests I told Jasper about earlier. Welcome to Vizio's, my friends. Humble apologies, but Vizio's isn't completely refurbished. But do take a seat, if you want. Dinner is coming soon..." Janiven takes a moment to think, a smile forming on her lips at Grokka's request for assistance. "Yes. Why yes indeed Grokka. I DO have need of some help in the kitchen. If you may..." Janiven points to the kitchen door, hoping that the Half-Giant would be courteous enough. Janiven must have read his mind, for he isn't one to quickly argue with his employer. The bard stands up, and follows Janiven towards the kitchen.

    Shortly after all of her guests have arrived, Janiven (and Grokka) brings out bowls of a hearty stew and some bread.

    "What can I get you all to drink this late afternoon? Ale? Wine? I'm afraid the meal wouldn't be excaptional, but it would be satisfactory. By all means, please make yourselves comfortable. No doubt you have some questions. When you have finished your meals, and get to know one another, we can discuss business."


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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    William's stomach makes its introduction first! Having spent most of the day brooding on the morning's events, he didn't realize how hungery he had gotten.

    It took all of his willpower to not devour the bowl of stew placed in front of him. After he had a few spoonfuls, William's stomach finally calms down enough to let him talk. Picking up on Janiven's trust in the assembled group, William takes a chance with an introduction.

    "My name's William Sherbourne. Or Will. Or William. Doesn't much matter. I'm assuming we're all here for a reason. I didn't have one until earlier this afternoon."

    William takes a second to gauge a few reactions from around the table, then continues.

    "I'm a student of Corellon, brought up to admire and respect his teachings on beauty, magic and the sword. Prior to that, well, I'm just lucky Barrian was kind enough to take me in. But that was all burned away this morning by one of the Inquisitors."

    The others in the room can see his cheeks warm and a visible anger flush across William's face. Afraid his passions might boil past his trained calm, William awkwardly returns to his stew, letting his accusation hang in the air, certain that if this is a trap, he's walked right into it.

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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Grokka begins to softly hum to himself with a mouth full of stew as he listens to William's story. His notes take a decidedly lower, minor tone as the story comes to a close. He slops up another spoon of stew and looks eagerly for the next person to speak while he finished his meal.

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  • SkyCaptainSkyCaptain Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Alainn sits at a table near a window, well lit by the pyrajhe fires being lit by the Dottari. The remains of her lunch sits upon wooden plates before her and a glass of red wine sits comfortably on the tips of her fingers. A tall, oaken staff inscribed with spiral-like bullseye patterns inside of interlocked gears rests against the wall at bside her. A dusty leather backpack sets on the wooden floor near the staff. After listening to the tale by William, she joins the rest of Janiven's strays. There's a definite allure to her step, though well masked by the heavy green robes draped over her form.

    "Alainn. My life... well it's been complicated," she smirks. "Roots are more important than the here and now however. I was born a peasant two day's ride from the walls of Westcrown. Ended up moving into the city just over five years ago and have been here since. I've had more than my share of trouble with the Dottari and other unsavory elements."

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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Grokka pushes his empty bowl away from his edge of the table and neatly wipes his mouth clean. He begins to speak in a low, gutteral voice, but in a faint sing-song manner, as if the earth itself were trying to bellow a tune.

    "I suppose my introduction is unecessary. I am Grokka of the mountain tribes, keeper of the ancient stories and singer of the new songs. Grokka the loud, Grokka the low, Grokka the great and powerful. You have no doubt heard tales of me from well outside the walls of Westcrown?"He glances about, looking for any sign of recognition on the gathered faces. "No? Well, I admit my celebrity leaves a little to be desired. I came here to seek my fortune only to find a city in peril, under the heel of those who do not deserve the power they wield. I'm afraid these tales of sadness, of woe, are not uncommon in Vizio's. I ended up here years ago singing for my supper and trying to entertain the solemn faces that crossed the threshold. I see downtrodden face after downtrodden face, hear mournful story after mournful story just like yours. I can not stand this sadness, this corruption any longer." He leans in close, at an almost hushed whisper, yet almost bragging. "Do you not know that I have been sending information to the underground?" His voice picks back up to a boistrous laugh "In my own songs, even! Right under their noses! Ha! My biggest fan here, miss Janiven says my help is needed, so I come. If we are to do some good, let us do it quickly. I wish to sing the happy songs again, not these dirges."

    He leans back as his chair whines under his massive weight and begins humming to himself again.

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  • QedQed Registered User
    edited October 2010
    The smell of food holds on to all but a fraction of Hertzog's attention as the others introduce themselves. After three bowls of stew, he finally looks up from the table and sighs. The pleasure that was so visible on his face while he was eating fades abruptly.

    My name is Hertzog.

    It was... twenty years ago that the slavers found my fathers cabin. He fought them, and died in the hopes that the rest of us could escape. We didn't. Our mother didn't survive the trip back to Westcrown. She had nearly as much fight in him as our father. It was only me and Kaus, my brother, who survived to be bought up by House Dioso. We promised to protect each other. For a long time, we did. It was not an exciting life, but we worked and built and did our duties for House Dioso. Still, a life with no future was not good for my brother. He always looked to escape or revolt.

    Kaus died a year ago. Sent to fight in the pits and earn some final measure for the House after he became too difficult to control. With no family left to temper me, it was not long before I was too difficult to control as well...


    Hertzog straightens a little, addressing his companions more directly.

    But I am here now. And once again around those who the Houses find difficult to control.

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  • FunkyWaltDoggFunkyWaltDogg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    With the hood of his dark cloak now pushed back, Typhor goes through the motions of eating, his attention focused on the tales told by the others. When his turn to speak comes, he begins softly and talks slowly, as if choosing his words with care.

    "I'm Typhor Jett. My parents were murdered before my eyes, before I'd ever gotten the chance to learn who I was. I've lived all my life in this cursed land. I grew up on the streets, and I've made my way as a soldier for hire."

    He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, then continues, his voice growing louder as he does.

    "Yes, this country cries out for justice, but there are powerful forces at work to ensure that justice never comes. Whatever you've got in mind, Janvien, I hope it's better than the failed efforts of the past."

    Having said his piece, Typhor lowers his eyes to his stew and resumes eating.
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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    "For the longest time, we just stayed in that old monastery, reading and preserving what knowledge we could. Art, beauty, magic...although these are dark times, we felt some sort of solace in our work. Maybe it was our own doing, but we turned a blind eye to what was really going on around us."

    "Perhaps we were too caught up in the old teachings of Corellon, of the ancient stories of better times. But that all changed this morning. I returned from a morning errand to find the Dottari clearing out the monastery, with an Inquistor reading off charges of demon summoning and works of chaos. It's not true. Not a word. Not even close."

    "Regardless, the Dottari burned everything in the monastery. What happened to Barrien and the other scholars? I have no idea. But I'm going to find out. It's time someone took a stand against this tyranny."


    William looked around the room at the rest of the assembled conspirators.

    "I'm assuming that us."

    William then turned his gaze to Janiven, hoping for some direction.
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  • SkyCaptainSkyCaptain Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    "I see little sense in continuing this banter at this time. Opportunities will abound later and dinner grows cold and I'd like to get to the meat of this meet," Alainn stated.
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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Grokka scans the collected party and clears his throat.

    "By just sitting at this table, we're guilty of treason. This talk, it is dangerous, but this is the how the stories worth singing begin. A fierce Half-Orc, a pair of imposing humans, a being of the very living water and humble Grokka? Sounds like a good enough cast of players to me, not a force in the worlds can stop us. Janiven, you've started the boulder rolling downhill, let's hope we are not crushed by it."
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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Once the meal is finished and everyone has chatted amongst each other for nearly an hour, Janiven asks for everyone's attention.

    “Again, thank you once again for agreeing to meet with me here. I have chosen each of you for a singular reason—everyone here, myself included, has suffered, whether we realize it or not. I have lived in Westcrown my whole life, and although I love this city, I must admit, as must you, that despite our peace and prosperity, we continue to suffer."

    She turns er head towards Typhor. "You've seen what happens to those who openly defy House Thrune!" She eyes William. "And you have seen how they arrest and detain the innocent!" She even eyes the Half-Orc. "I don't need to remind you of the unjust system of slavery here in Westcrown!"

    "Fear should not be an expected part of life, and yet each night brings fear to our doorsteps. Yes, Westcrown has been safe from war and famine for nearly seventy years, and yes, our businesses has prospered—but this safety and prosperity has been bought in the coinage of fear and prayers to Hell. Other lands live free from tyranny. Other cities do not fear the night. Other governments do not cede the streets to monsters of the infernal shadows. Westcrown was once such a place, and she wants to be such a place again. Westcrown is not only her buildings and canals and docks and history—she is also her people. Westcrown is our friends and neighbors, our mothers and fathers, our siblings and cousins, our sons and daughters! With but a small group of supporters and dedicated brothers and sisters, we can earn the trust and admiration of those people."


    "A Westcrown free of these shadowy beasts that stalk our streets is one step closer to a Westcrown free of the devil that is the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune!”

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    After finishing her speech, Janiven raises her goblet. "If you have any more questions, ask away!" While she readies herself for your queries, she seems a bit distracted, occasionally glancing at the door or out the windows, as if she is waiting on something.
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  • SkyCaptainSkyCaptain Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Alainn catches the distraction plaguing the host, which worries her. Vizio's is well lit and the pyrajhe blaze outside... so it couldn't be the shadow beasts.

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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    William, while full of fire, is still very on edge at the thought of treason. He notices something is bothering Janiven as well, for she keeps glancing at the doors and windows.
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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Grokka sits idly, clearly distracted, scribbling down lyrics and notes to notice Janiven's concern.
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  • FunkyWaltDoggFunkyWaltDogg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Typhor appears to be lost in thought, and isn't paying any particular attention to Janvien's odd behavior.
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  • QedQed Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Enthralled by Janiven's words, Hertzog is oblivious to her motives.

    "I wonder. The nobles of House Dioso feared the shadows as much as any slave. Perhaps even Thrune fears the night."

    Hertzog chuckles briefly.

    "If you can clear out the streets of these monsters, maybe House Thrune will give us medals. What a strange way to start our treason."

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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Janiven chuckles slightly at Hertzog's remark.

    "I very much want to keep out of House Thrune's eyes and ears, mind you. One key tactic we're hoping to pull off with our 'organisation' is the fact that Westcrown is largely ignored by the rulers of Cheliax, whom now view Westcrown as nothing more than a home-in-exile for the old nobility. Long as we work to win the hearts of Westcrown’s citizens by good deeds and avoid as many direct entanglements with the government as much as we can, those devils within the House of Thrune will continue to ignore what they’ll interpret as 'petty squabbling' in Westcrown."

    Janiven spots William noticing her. She smiles sincerely. "Am I that easy to read? I've been bothered quite lately. See, right now, we're just a small group of like-minded friends that want to improve the lives of the people of Westcrown. One such friend, the 'leader' and my superior if you will, was supposed to have arrived by now. You know, to see for himself if you have what it took to be the protectors of Westcrown herself. I just hope he's all right... or worse, with the shadow beasts to arrive soon. Why, he himself sai-"

    Janiven stops in mid-sentence, as a sudden excited pounding at the front door disrupts the meeting. Immediately adopting a defensive posture, Janiven peers through a window at whoever’s knocking, then swiftly moves to the door, unlocks it, and opens it. In stumbles an out-of-breath and frightened-looking teenager boy.

    Looking quite concerned, Janiven asks "Morosino, what is it? What's wrong?"

    “They’ve got Arael!” he calls out, then immediately doubles over in a fit of coughing brought on by his long run. Janiven’s face grows grim as she comforts Morosino and asks him to explain himself.

    An almost fearful look crosses Janiven's face. "Go on...who's got Arael?"

    In a moment the lad recovers enough to spurt out, “The dottari! The dottari nabbed Arael, and... and the Hellknights of the Rack are trying to get custody of him! There’s a bunch of Hellknights on their way right here now! *Cough* I only just made it in here; they’ve already surrounded us!” At that point, the sound of clanking armor advancing on the tavern becomes apparent.

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    However, Janiven remains calm.

    She turns to the heroes, "I'm sorry for getting you invlved in this. No point in backing off now, it seems..."

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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    William leaps to his feet, his hand immiediately finding the hilt of his blade. He looks towards Janiven.

    "So how's this going down? I've never faced a Hellknight, let alone a group of them. If the stories are even half true..are we trapped, or is there another way out of this tavern?"

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  • QedQed Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Standing quickly to look at the approaching Hellknights, Hertzog moves towards the tavern's entrance.

    "If we fight, we should keep them at the door."

    As he moves across the floor, Hertzog looks back to his companions. Still unsure of his own strength and that of his friends, he adds:

    "If there is another way out though, we should find it, and fast."

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  • FunkyWaltDoggFunkyWaltDogg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Rising to his feet and grabbing his weapon, Typhor takes a couple of steps towards the center of the room.

    "If we run, we'll have to take care of them eventually. Let's just kill them now and be done with it, before they realize we're no easy prey."

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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Grokka throws himself up from the table, sending it toppling in the opposite direction as he reaches his feet. " I know not of another way out, they always had me make my entrance from the front door. The time has come, it would appear, to start making beautiful music together, my friends. Surprise may be our ally here, they only saw the messenger enter, we set the tempo." Grokka unlashes his Greatsword from his back and clears his throat.

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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    "I agree. Perhaps they weren't expecting the extra company."

    William gets to his feet and draws his long sword. Looking around the tavern, he does his best to conceal himself in some shadows near the door.
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  • SkyCaptainSkyCaptain Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    "This is not quite how I imagined my life of crime would begin, but... so be it."

    Alainn reaches beneath her robes, her fingers deftly undoing hidden clasps. The heavy green cloth slips from her shoulders and pools on the floor around her feet. Beneath the robes, she is clad in a set of fine chainmail. The symbol of Erathis is emblazoned in white and navy across brown leather pauldrons on her shoulders. Alainn pulls a leather, broad rimmed hat from her backpack and rests it upon her brow.

    "I aim to misbehave."

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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    As the heroes discuss their plan, someone (presumably one of the Hellknights) starts bashing on the front door.

    "Open this door in the name of Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II and our Dark Lord, Asmodeus!" he yells out.

    Janiven (ignoring the Hellknight's threat) looks around, listening to each one's idea regarding the situation.

    "To fight a group of Hellknights in the open, even in our condition, is suicidal. Those zealous bastards would soon turn this entire Rego into a warzone if we fought them head-on. Though it seems that luck is on our side this time: most of them are armigers. They are basically inductees to the Order. However, the Knights are either desperate, or mad, to hunt us at this time of day, when the Shadow beasts are rising from their slumber."

    She looks around, and focuses her attention towards the kitchen doors.

    "Fret not, for we do have an alternative way out. You see Grokka, I had some of the other members install a back door in the kitchen, during the evenings. It explains why you'd never see it during the day. I have an idea, but you'll have to trust me on this one." Janiven explains as she made her way slowly towards the kitchen.

    "Looks like we might have some dissdents in there! Armigers, to arms! Subdue the criminals inside!" the heroes hear the Hellknight outside yell out.

    "I'll need some time. You lot will have to keep the Hellknights busy for a few moments. I'll give the signal when I'm ready." Janiven replies, as she now rushed towards the kitchen door. As an added measure, she closed the door, hoping that the Hellknights wouldn't spot her.

    Within moments, the door breaks down, and a group of lightly armoured soldiers burst through the entrance.

    "Surrender, or perish!" the armigers cry out.
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    Roll Initiative


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  • GoatboyTimGoatboyTim Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Grokka nods at Janiven and positions himself between the nearly splintered front door and her escape route. "It would appear our clubhouse is about to fall under new management. Time to cue the music."
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  • QedQed Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Crouched at the front of the room, Hertzog unwraps the spiked chain from his waist, holding one end close in each hand. Each end spins freely, letting out a quiet whir as they do. Joining their tone Hertzog growls a low animalistic note. Comfortable with this din of battle, the half-orc tenses, ready to spring at armor-clad neophytes.

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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    William's mind races to control his heart rate as his comrades prepare for battle. He can feel the magic start to course though his body as he raises his blade and takes a defensive stance.

    This is for you, Barrien.
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  • SkyCaptainSkyCaptain Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Alainn centers herself and grabs her staff from its resting spot against the wall before taking up a position near the middle of the room.

    "Erathis guide me and bless me and mine against this unjust tyranny, a corruption of the civilization you hold dear."
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  • FunkyWaltDoggFunkyWaltDogg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Typhor calmly and deliberately readies himself for battle, mentally preparing himself for the challenge of directing allies he's never before fought with.
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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Flight from Vizio’s! Round 1

    "In the name of his most holiest, Lord Asmodeus, prepare to be vanquished!" cry out one of the armigers. Another hellknight (also lightly armoured, but carried a flail in his hand, the symbol of the Order of the Rack) moved into the tavern. He raises his flail above his head.

    "It is hopeless to resist the will of the law, the will of House Thrune!"

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    [ Up Next: Hertzog][ On Deck: The Hellknights]

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  • QedQed Registered User
    edited October 2010
    Hertzog spots the Hellknight leader as he enters the room and rushes towards him. The rage building in the half-orc spills out in a furious scream as the cruel ends of his chain find their mark, leaving holes in the armor of his bloodied foe. A wicked grin spreads over Hertzog's face. He would show these men that there are things more frightening than devils. Baring his fangs, Hertzog pulls his stance back, readying himself for the inevitable counterattack.

    Crunch
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    Map (Round 1.1):
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    [ Up Next: Hellknights][ On Deck: The Bastards]

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  • TiamatZTiamatZ Freeze...and burn! Double TroubleRegistered User regular
    edited October 2010
    The officer bares his own teeth at the Half-Orc, to intimidate him, but mostly trying to vent his pain at the nearby Ranger.

    "Heretic! You dare strike Asmodeus's faithful? Then burn in hellfire!"

    He swings his flail at the Half-Orc. Though the weapon clattered on Hertzog's armor, the ranger could feel the ungodly pain searing his flesh. One of the nearby hellknights then take this opportunity to circumvect the Half-Orc, and strike him from behind. The knight's blade finds his mark, severely wounding Hertzog.

    The officer then orders the other one, "Supress the others!", as he points toward Alainn. The soldier rushes forth, and swings his blade towards the young woman. Alainn tries desperatly to parry the incoming blow, but his blade proved the faster. He neatly skewers her in one of her armor's many weak links, nearly killing the woman outright...


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  • ironzergironzerg Registered User regular
    edited October 2010
    Seeing Alainn take a grievous wound spurs William into action. He rushes towards the Hellknight, his blade already cutting the air with a low, deep rumble. As he rushes in, his outstretched hand traces a magical rune in the air, which appears electric red over the form of the Hellknight, challenging him, while promising protection for William's comrades.

    As he closes ground, his longsword arcs gracefully towards the Hellknight. The sword makes contact, followed by a loud boom of thunder which explodes around the Hellknight, rattling both armor and bone. A low rumble echoes, daring the novice Hellknight to disengage.

    William then takes up a defensive posture. Whirling petals, glowing a soft red and white, circle around the swordmage's body, preparing to shield him from any assault.
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    [Continue the fight, friends!]

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