DM-Camris' WRATH of the RIGHTEOUS Part 1: The Worldwound Gambit (table 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Camris

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Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

When the team describes what they found, Voren's jaw drops. "Wow... Looks like we found a lot of things."

Take 20 on Knowledge (planes): 20 + 9 = 29.

Voren nods at Karthak's information, also agreeing with his thoughts on informing the crusaders. However, when the name 'Vorlesh', Voren's blind eyes glow a dull grayish-red. He scowls in anger and growls out, "Vorlesh..." He continues to growl until he feels a sharp pinch on his ear. "Ow!" He looks at his shoulder and sees Ayne. "Enough. Don't let your anger get the better of you, boy." Voren's eyes slowly return to their blind grayish-yellow. His scowl turns to a frown. He nods and thinks, 'Right. Thank you, Ayne.'

I took 20 for my check. But, I think that since Voren is from the past, he might know something about Vorlesh. Even if it's just the rumors about her that were floating around at the time.

Later/Extra

Voren blindly looks around and asks, "Excuse me, did you guys say that you are familiar with Aravashnial? Do you know where he is? I have a letter for him from Lady Irabeth."


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

Voren if I remember correctly you can't take 20 on knowledge checks unless you have the proper abilities/spells


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Oh. We'll forget the extra stuff, then. I'll roll real quick.

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

And Voren doesn't know. Retcons are a wonderful thing, aren't they? :)


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

Not to be nitpicky but rolling 29 is exactly the same as rolling 23... and Karthak immediately spilled the beans so everyone is aware of Voresh and Minagho planning something nefarious. As for more important matters: check the inventory spreadsheet, you should take what you need from the players who left (they probably gave the loot to the crusaders before fleeing the city...), the 8 CLW potions are expecially important at this point. As for Kathak he doesn't need anything, but dividing the money among ourselves could be a good idea as I suspect we will need an upgrade of gear soon enough

Once they are finished Karthak leads the others out of the hideout and mutters:"We have better get back to the headquarters as soon as possible. This information needs to be delivered to our forces!"


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Okay. So the post somewhat remains the same. Sorry for all of the retcons.

Voren nods. "Yes. The Crusaders need to know. We also need to rest and regain our strength."


Pld7/Grd1 LG, Init +3; HP 95/108 AC 23, t 13, ff 21, Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +8 +2 on saves against insanity or confusion.hard to kill; Immune disease, fear, Senses +6, SM +8 Aura courage (10 ft.)

"Karthak, distribute the healing potions equally. I think you should also take the wand of bless weapon since your hammer doesn't have an enchantment yet."

"Voren can use the magic Morningstar and the bracelets. He should hold the healing wand for the party."

"Jokum, would you wear this cloak? It will protect you from harm."

"We have this mysterious second key . . . It must be important, but nearly so as this list of evil dwelling in our other cities. It must reach the proper hands."


Arthas: One key was to the southern chamber door, the other key was to the lock on the chest.

With the Tower cleared, you are able to rest as you need, stabilize your companions who were knocked unconscious upstairs, and travel back to the Eagle Watch headquarters to report to Commander Irabeth.

There your companions are seen to, any hit point or stat damage is healed or cured, and the Curse of Blindness is broken on Voren when Master Aravashnial comes.

Irabeth invites you into her office and hears your report there.


Irabeth:

"The documents you uncovered are incredible! This whole attack has been years in the making, and other towns are in danger as well! This will go a long way to preventing the enemy from doing worse than he has."
She pulls out the pay chest, and carefully stacks 2000 gp on her desk.
"As promised, here is your reward for clearing the Tower of Estrod."
She continues to stack another 2000 gp on her desk.
"And here is another two thousand for uncovering this critical intelligence."


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

"You are welcome Irabeth and thanks for the founds: they'll help us a great deal" says the gruff dwarf before adding:"Minagho and Voresh are planning something, possibly something even worse than what happened already. We need to find out what it is and stop them!"


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

*cracks knuckles* Okay, let's get to it.

Normal

Voren sighs when the team arrives at Headquarters (he assumes). During the trip, Voren felt his power growing even further. Ayne seemed to have learned the spell that Faxon cursed Voren with and a spell that creates webs. When Irabeth praises them, Voren smiles sheepishly. "Thank you, Lady Irabeth. You are most kind. I just hope that this will help the Crusaders in their efforts." He frowns. "I'm just dreading about the plans this Minagho and that... witch have in store." He spits out the word 'witch' like it was the most foul poison.

@Aravashnial

Voren sighs in relief when the curse is broken. "I can see!" He turns to the elf that aided him. "Thank you, Master Aravashnial." He then smiles. "I'm sorry, I have introduced myself. My name is Voren. I'm a healer by trade. I've been aiding Arthas, Jokum, and Karthak. I hope we can work together." He gives the Riftwarden a bow in respect.

He then remembers something. He digs into the pocket of his robes. He pulls out the letter. "Excuse me. I had spoken to Lady Irabeth yesterday and afterwards, she asked me to give this to you."

Extra

Voren eats his meal and looks over the gear he was given. 'So many things. I don't think I can carry all of it. I'll have to get rid of some things.' He pulls out his light crossbow and cold iron bolts. When he finishes his meal, he walks around, seeing if he can sell the crossbow and bolts. If he can't, then he'll give them to the cause.


Yes, you have a day or two of downtime. The merchants in the ballroom remain open, able to buy or sell equipment.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren manages to sell his light crossbow and cold iron bolts for 18 gold and 5 silvers.

New Spells

Voren sits at a table, thumbing through the scrolls and spellbooks he was given. Ayne watches him go over them. She seems to tense every once in a while. 'Boy, most of these spells are forbidden to us. However, I do feel some kind of... link to them. I can learn them.' Voren looks at his familiar. 'How, Ayne?' Do as I say and we'll learn the spells. Keep in mind that at least one of these spells you won't be able to cast yet, that it will take a good deal of time, and that some of these rituals might fail.' Voren thinks for a moment before he nods, determined to try.

For the next five hours, Voren and Ayne perform five rituals, burning the scroll and pages from the books and turning the ashes into a powder for Ayne to consume. Each time, they feel a new power flowing through them...

Spellcraft to teach Ayne Cause Fear (DC 16): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Unfortunately, the scroll is wasted as the ritual fails, the light seeming to fizzle out. Ayne doesn't seem perturbed. 'Hmph... No real loss. It was a low leveled spell that we could easily learn through other means.'

Spellcraft to teach Ayne Fog Cloud (DC 17): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

With a flash, the knowledge behind the spell become clear! Ayne snaps her pincers a few times. 'Yes... this could be useful. The fog cloud spell causes fog to form around you, ruining all forms of sight and providing concealment. Very useful, indeed. But be careful, boy. The spell can affect your allies.'

Spellcraft to teach Ayne Detect Secret Doors (DC 16): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

The light once more fizzles out as the ritual fails. Ayne snorts in their link. 'Again, no real loss. It was another low level spell.'

Spellcraft to teach Ayne Levitate (DC 17): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Once more, the ritual fails. At this point, Ayne seems agitated. 'Our inexperience is showing here.'

Spellcraft to teach Ayne Dispel Magic (DC 18): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

The ritual seems close to working! However, at the last minute, the knowledge fades and the light abruptly disappears. Ayne scuttles around in frustration. 'So close! We were so close that time! *sigh* Well, we should be thankful that we managed to learn one spell. Keep your eyes peeled, boy. There may be more methods and scrolls that we can learn from.'

He then goes to the merchant to try and sell the spell books. How much do I get for each book? That's one spell removed from the damaged wizard spellbook and three spells removed from Millorn's spellbook.

Is there anyone I can heal? I also gave Aravashnial the letter from Irabeth.


Male Aasimar Ranger (Shapeshifter) 6/Champion 1;
Stats:
HP 21/63 | AC/T/FF: 18/13/15 | CMD 23 | F +7, R +8, W +3 (+2 vs. evil) | Init +3, Per +10 | Shifter's Blessing Left: 3/7 | MP: 3/5

Jokum stretches as he walks around the makeshift "market" in the Defender's Heart, working the knots out of his corded muscles. That went better than I would've guessed...I have to say, reluctant though I am to involve myself in the affairs of ordinary folk, it feels good to be doing good. As he pulls one arm in front of him into a stretch, he catches sight of his new "claws" again--if anything, they've grown even longer. He grimaces. I wish I knew what these meant...but so far it seems that whatever that rage is that comes upon me, it only does so when I'm facing demoniacs, so I say to the Abyss with 'em... His newly heavy coin purse jangles at his side as he stops abruptly next to one of the stalls.

The bowyer, a weatherbeaten man whose son is sitting in the corner, looks up. "Yes...sir?" he asks with a slight bow, watching uneasily as the big man's golden eyes rove his stock. "May I assist you?"

Jokum grunts and slips his longbow off his back. "Been out in the woods a while now, sir. This here is a good one, but I'm looking for something with a bit more...draw." The bowyer's face breaks out into a smile.

"Ah, of course, sir! One moment..." Rummaging among the racks, the artisan brings Jokum bow after bow, and the huge man tests their draws carefully. After five minutes or so, he settles on one that he can just draw quickly enough for it to be viable in a fight. "Excellent," he grunts, and begins to count out the heavy golden coins into the merchant's eager hand. He pauses suddenly, struck by a thought. "Your son...is he the fletcher here?"

"Indeed he is, sir, yes. Why?" The big man smiles wolfishly.

Sometime later, Jokum leaves the stall. He still moves like someone who's been living in the woods for most of their life, but a careful observer might just recognize a new spring in his step, and it's hard to miss the new, polished black bow slung on his back and the red-fletched arrows in his quiver. I think I'll call it Biter...

Going to sell my old longbow for 37.5 gp, and buy a composite (+3) longbow for 400 gp and 20 durable, cold iron arrows for 40 gp. Total expenses of 362.5 gp for this post!


Voren: The letter Irabeth gave you to give to Aravashnial was a letter of introduction. You did say you wanted to meet the Riftwardens.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

That's right. I forgot.


Pld7/Grd1 LG, Init +3; HP 95/108 AC 23, t 13, ff 21, Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +8 +2 on saves against insanity or confusion.hard to kill; Immune disease, fear, Senses +6, SM +8 Aura courage (10 ft.)

The paladin has remained deep in thought and devotion on his way back through the ruins. His gauntleted hand often seeking out Radiance for comfort, the blessed blade riding at his left hip.

Upon arrival in the stronghold he keeps his silent vigil until the meeting with Lady Irabeth and his companions.

Seeing the gold Arthas purses his lips before speaking.

"Normally I would tithe my portion back to you, but I believe the Winged General sees my companions and I are in need of every copper in order to outfit ourselves."

"Commander I am troubled. I have been thinking on the miracle of the reawakened Radiance and its meaning. The sword was carried and originally awoken by a paladin who tried to warn others of the coming danger from within. She was rejected and turned to the desert, before she was listened to."

"Now the sword has remade itself into the form of Ragathiel's own weapon. It allowed me to sunder an unholy altar to Baphomet and triumph over its keepers. We have uncovered a list of the fallen traitors here, but now know of the others preparing the fall of our remaining crusader cities."

"I am struggling with trying to know what my lord wants of me and how to best serve my duty in fulfilling my oaths. I am the last known Sword of Ragathiel in this place. My chapter brothers have given themselves to their final reward to take their earned place at our general's side. My Lord Chaplain, whom always could make the grayest of scenarios seem black and white with such clarity leads them in the chapter eternal. So I am left on my own in this."

"Do I to stay here and fight on with the faithful, or am I meant to carry the message of the evil growing within to the other cities. I fear for those here. We are but a few hundred amungst the ruins of our once proud citadel. Soon greater demons will be here to take the cit---if intelligence is to be believed."

"The great dragon died to save me and granted me a scale. Does that mean I am to sacrifice myself, as she did, for this place? Or did she save our fellowship now assembled for some greater purpose? There must be others like us. Some have disappeared already. What does that mean? Where have they gone?"

"Here is where my thoughts have led me."

"Is there anything we can do to stop what seems to be inevitable here? If not then I feel we should gather the faithful and leave in order to save as many lives as possible. We could fall back to another city and make a stand there while ensuring the lists and intelligence makes it to the proper hands."

"However, if there are targets we can move against that are worth risking ourselves for then I step forward resolutely, but hope that you have a way to get what we have found safely away from here."

"Finally, I am not from this place. I do not know who this Vorlesh and the others are, though I do know the purpose of the stones, what can they do with them if they fall into the hands of evil? I am trying to understand the scope of what has been done."


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

Grumbling Karthak decides to to get a new waraxe for himself, as his last weapon got sadly destroyed by a demon's attack while the group was wandering the ruins of Kenabres. The dwarf also considers carefully cold iron bolts and a new set of armor.

Spent 60gp for a cold iron dwarven waraxe, considering what to buy next


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren and Aravashnial:
As Aravashnial reads the letter, Voren continues, "You see, I have this birthmark on my arm. I found out that it resembles the Sign of the Seeker's Spiral. I was hoping to do research about why I would have the sign of the Riftwardens on my arm." He moves his sleeve to reveal the glowing blue mark. "I was also hoping to do some personal research. The subject is rather... complex and I have explained it to Irabeth. I was... hoping to get the help of the Riftwardens."

Shopping

Voren walks through the makeshift market. Walking up to one of the vendors, one in charge of magical items. He pulls out the spellbooks. "Excuse me, sir." The clerk turns and frowns at the sight of tiefling. "Yes... May I help you?" Voren places the books on the counter. "I have these two spell books. I was hoping to sell them." The vendor raises a brow and starts to look through them. When he comes across the ripped out pages, he looks at the witch, who smiles sheepishly. When he finishes his appraisal, the vendor says, "These books aren't in the best of shape. Some of the pages are ripped out. One of them is heavily damaged. Normally, they would be a low price. However, I've heard about you. Word is that you've healed plenty of crusaders. So, I'll tell you what... I'll give you 1,200 crowns for both." Voren stands there, shocked. Eventually, he snaps out of it and bows his head to the man. "Thank you, sir." He receives the crowns and makes his way to his teammates, giving them their cut.

Everyone gets 300 gp.

@Arthas

Voren listens to Arthas's thoughts. He thinks about it. He turns to the paladin. "Arthas. I feel for you. I know what it's like to lose everyone you care about to demons. But I feel like we're needed here. If we fall back, then the demons will eventually overrun us. We need to do what we can to lessen the assault and protect the rest of Mendev. As for Vorlesh..." His eyes tint red in anger. ...she's the one who caused all of this! She's the reason for the Worldwound! She's the reason there are demons! That there's death! Chaos! Pain! She's the reason that... that..." Whatever steam he had is now gone. Voren looks down, forlorn. "People need help, Arthas. And I'm willing to stay to help them... even at the cost of my life."

Bluff (to hide information): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Sense Motive DC 8:
You can tell that something is plaguing Voren's thoughts.


Pld7/Grd1 LG, Init +3; HP 95/108 AC 23, t 13, ff 21, Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +8 +2 on saves against insanity or confusion.hard to kill; Immune disease, fear, Senses +6, SM +8 Aura courage (10 ft.)

In response to Voren.

"This information we have uncovered is vital."

"If my Captain-brother told me to hold the gatehouse to my last breath I would do so without question."

"For my captain might need to sacrifice the gatehouse in order to pull everyone else back into the keep to fight on. Sometimes there is a reason for sacrifice."

"But in this case, do we abandon this city in order to save several other city-strongholds? Or do we throw ourselves at greater demons with little chance of survival? I want a weapon we can use to help make our fight win-able, even if our chances are slim. I simply want to know what we can do from our current tactical position. I am not speaking out of cowardice."


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

Karthak notices Voren and Arthas discussion and decides to join them. The dwarf is not one inclined to share his thoughts and his feelings even less, but hearing about his companions plight seems to mollify him a little, so when he speaks he does so with a certain caution:"Yes, Arthas this is war, and war requires sacrifice. Undoubtedly so if our enemy is the Abyss itself. Yet there's reason to hope, as we live and breath and we vanquished our foes every time we crossed steel with them. No one who saw you fight would ever call you a coward, but I think your reasoning flawed: this attack was years in the planning. We found proof of that. Yet, miracolously, we survived and managed to defeat the servants of the Enemy time and again. I have no doubt the divine is on our side, yet even with mighty Torag shielding us we would have been hard pressed if confronted with the likes of the Storm Lord. No. Somehow the demons weren't able to bring their plan to a complete success. We are living proof they could not do it. This place is! The demons and their servants believe they have won, but they haven't. And that false belief will be the begin of the end for them and their vile ilk. I don't yet know how but I trust our allies will soon find out a weak link in the demonic chain binding Kenabres. And when they do, we'll be the ones to break it free!"

Buying 30 cold iron bolts for 6gp and a masterwork agile breastplate for 550 gp. Changes to money already implemented in mys character sheet.


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren continues to walk through the makeshift market. He stops when his eye catches a certain oddity. He walks up to the vendor and picks it up. It appears to be some sort of necklace or amulet. It's a well preserved jawbone from what appears to be a wolf. It's tied by a thick leather cord. He looks up to the vendor and asks, "Excuse me. What is this?" The vendor turns to him and says, "Oh, that? It's an enchanted amulet. It helps harden the natural armor of the wearer, giving more protection. Only 2,00 crowns." Voren thinks for a few moments before nodding, handing over the coins. He then shops for more potions.

Voren will buy an amulet of natural armor for 2,000 gold and 2 potions of cure moderate wounds (600 gp), a potion of cure light wounds (50 gp), and 2 potions of Mage armor (100 gp).


Female Halfling Bard 4 HP 28/33-AC 20/25 T15/20 FF 17-saves F+4 R+8 W+8-Atk: melee +8-ranged +7-Init +3 BarPer 8/13

The Bloomingdale's Arts and Entertainment Itinerant Company was in Kenabres for Armasse and the pre-festival joust and archery competitions. The large crowd gathered there for the occasion provided a steady influx of money to the eclectic group of street performers and they surely didn't spare themselves: song, dance and drama routines were performed in the streets of Kenabres from early morning to well after sunset. Dakota absolutely loved all the bustle in the streets: since their arrival she had been performing her special oratory act, "The Glorious Tales of the First Crusade", meeting with a thrilling success and enjoying herself immensely in the process.

So, everything was just great and peachy! What could possibly go wrong? That was the last thought she had that day in Clydwell Plaza, before the bright light from the west razed the Kite to the ground and the terrifying shape of Khorramzadeh made its appearance and engaged Terendelev, Kenabres's silver dragon and greatest defender.

"Go, Terendelev, go!" Dakota found herself cheering for the beautiful dragon with all the breath she had left in her lungs. The wind must have carried her voice, because she felt - for an instant - the gaze of the dragon upon her! The thrill of being heard and acknowledged by the legendary hero of Kenabres left its place to a chilling terror as Dakota helplessly watched the dragon smashing into the facade of St. Clydwell's Cathedral, right where she was standing. The last thing she remembers of those terrifying moments is a sharp pain to her head, everything around her becoming blurred and spinning around, and the (impossible, right?) sight of the mighty dragon beheaded by the Storm King.

When she woke up and managed to get out of the rubble that had covered her body, the world around here had changed forever. Dead bodies and bloodied remains everywhere. The moaning of the wounded filled the air with pain, despair, anger. Her family and friends were nowhere in sight, and she could only hope they had managed to escape, go back to the Company's convoy and get out of Kenabres as fast as they could. When she tried to get up, she felt a sharp sting under her right hand: it was a silver scale, no doubt from the fallen dragon! Without thinking twice, she took it - and a powerful wave of *something* rushed through her small body.

The following days, Dakota managed to stay hidden from the demons scourging the city. She met a few survivors and helped them as best as she could: her stealth and agility proved very useful in providing food and finding shelter for the weak and the injured. People trusted her almost instinctively: her young appearance, her unwavering smile, kindness and good will were invariably enough to win their confidence. As the days went by though, Dakota started thinking that just surviving wasn't enough.

"Great heroes don't just survive. Great heroes take the fight to the enemy! Yes, it's about time we strike back. But how?"

From one of her new acquaintances, Dakota learned of the Defender's Heart, the old stone inn where a couple hundred survivors had taken refuge. Some kind of "resistance" movement was taking roots there, perhaps? Well, in that case she would not be left out of it, no sir! "I'm going there, my friends; you should come too. There's strength in numbers, and we need strength to fight these demons and take back the city!"

The following night, Dakota packs her things and sneaks through the city's alleyways to the Defender's Heart.

"Hello! My name is Dakota Bloomingdale. I've heard there's someone here who's thinking about kicking some demon's a$$. I think I can be of help in that endeavour. Would you kindly let me in?"


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

I suppose this is happening in "current game time" right?

While checking on the outside of the fortified inn Karthak notices the diminutive halfling approach. His instincts tell him not to trust anyone coming from the city, yet he also knows people other than him and his companions could have survived the mayhem that ensued after Terendelev's fall. So he feels compelled to check this newcomer's story, slowly he exits his hiding spot, crossbow ready with a cold iron bolt and aims it squarely at the halfling's chest:"Words mean nothing, your story may or may not be true, but fortunately I have a very effective way to know which is which..." so saying Karthak fixes his gaze on Dakota and let's the divine power of Torag guide his intuition.

Cast detect allingnment (evil) as a spell like ability


Female Halfling Bard 4 HP 28/33-AC 20/25 T15/20 FF 17-saves F+4 R+8 W+8-Atk: melee +8-ranged +7-Init +3 BarPer 8/13

A silvery laugh greets the gruff dwarf's welcome.
"Good sir, I'm a bard, words mean everything to me." Dakota lifts a finger and gently (and slowly, very slowly) pushes the bolt away from her chest. "Anyway, I fully understand the need for safety these days, and I also know something about magic, so if by any chance you're testing my... ah... nature or bent, I respectfully suggest you start with *good* and save us both some time. Not that I would ever press you into anything, of course."

Dark Archive

Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

Iavdi has been stationed here in Kenabres for several months. and as such, the citizens recognize her, to a degree.

When the attack came, Iavdi and the rest of her cavalry platoon were just outside the city gates, coming back from a patrol around the city.

As demons flooded in, and The Storm King did battle with Terendelev, the crusaders went to work fighting some of the demons. But they were outmatched.
Iavdi cast every spell, swung at every demon, but it was not enough.
One by one, every other brother-in-arms with her was brought down off their horse, and devoured. Of course, she attempted to save every one, but the demons' claws got closer every time.
After several hours of fighting, Iavdi was the only one left, and she was exhausted.
She had no more power form Iomadae; she had used all of it.
At this moment, the two titanic beasts doing battle above her sailed by, and a scale dropped to the ground, glowing with light.
Dismounting, Iavdi collected the scale, and accidentally activated its beacon power, basically alerting every demon in the area as to her location.
Luckily, there was a lull in the action, enough for her to locate a group of survivors and lead them to the Defender's Heart, fighting quite a few more demons on the way.
Eventually, they made it, and reached the gate.

"Hello! It is I, Iavdi, Hand of the Inheritor. Is there anyone still alive?"


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Voren is wandering around the Defender's Heart, helping people with healing. Arthas and Jokum were somewhere, though where was the question. Karthak did mention checking the fortifications earlier, but the witch didn't think much of it. He walks past one of the windows when he notices something. Karthak is there, but he's speaking to a blonde halfling. There is also a pale woman on a horse, with a group of survivors. Curious, Voren dons his heavy robes and makes his way outside.

Voren opens the door and steps outside. He steps closer to Karthak, caution in his movements. "Karthak, is there something wrong?"

Voren's appearance is in the alias. For this he's wearing his magic gear, his dark robes, and his hood is up to hide his face.


Female Aasimar

Sorry, first chance I've had all day. For introduction purposes, Lisandra is assumed to have been helping the injured in the Defender's Heart, and will have noticed Voren doing the same. I also goofed and posted with the wrong alias! Aah!

Since the attack, Lisandra had filled her time by aiding the injured and doing her best to keep the citizens of Kenabres at ease. Having been a fairly visible practitioner of the healing arts, she was well known to the her fellow citizens, and was well received in part to her magnetic personality and exceptional bedside manner.

The attack had been fast, vicious and chaotic, which made her job an exhausting one. When the makeshift infirmary in the Defender's heart was initially overrun, the stress had caused Lisandra to slip into a distinctly angelic dialect that most of her fellow citizens couldn't understand; it was an embarrassing flaw, but a manageable one, and as flaws go, it was an endearing one to many in Kenabres.

Things had begun to calm down, namely due to the fact that there were others with the ability to heal helping out. One in particular caught her eye, a tall man with what she could only guess was some kind of demonic lineage, a tiefling perhaps? Lisandra was always uneasy around their kind, though she was never entirely certain why.

Smiling at the young patient before her, she nods and whispers "You're going to be just fine now. Listen, I want to go say hello to that man over there, but I'll be back to check on you... promise." Standing up, she cleaned her hands off on a wet rag and pulled the tie holding her hair back. Lisandra made the decision to chase after the tiefling healer, namely to thank him for his help. Finally catching up to him, he appeared to be conversing with a dwarf, a halfling girl and a pale human woman who appeared to be a combatant of some kind. Lisandra took a deep breath before gently putting her hand on his shoulder and drawing his attention away from the dwarf he was speaking with "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but I just wanted to thank-you for your help here... I've been swamped, and you clearly have a talent for the healing arts." Smiling gently, Lisandra holds out her hand "I'm Lisandra, Lisandra Elsinore."

Appearance:
Lisandra is of moderate height and slender build, though she is nevertheless more athletic than she appears. While signs of her celestial heritage include fine shoulder length silver hair, and dark crimson red eyes, she otherwise appears as a beautiful human girl in her early twenties.

She typically wears her hair up in a ponytail, mostly to keep it from her eyes when she is working. Whilst adventuring, she opts for rugged clothing, including thigh high boots of soft dark red leather, form fitting breeches of light grey, and a white leather jacket with red accents over a light mithril chain shirt.

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

Iavdi stops her mount several yards behind the halflkng, and holds her hand up, indicating for the survivors to stop behind her.

The other hand slides down to her sword handle as she watches the scene unfolding before her.

Appearance:
Iavdi is a dhampir, a half-vampire.
Her skin is very pale, but she suffers no I'll effects from the sun.
She is very built from all the physical activity she has participated in.

is currently wearing her full battle gear, which despite several days' worth of fighting, appears to be in frat condition. Her hair is cut short, so as to keep it out of her way in battle. A steel shield hangs from her back, emblazoned with a gold long sword, along with an assortment of other weapons, all of which appear to be cold iron. Her hand is on the hilt of another strapped to her side.

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

Wow, had a lot of typos there. *halfling *ill *Iavdi is currently


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

As soon as his magic proves Dakota is not a demon in disguise Karthak stands aside and signals to the other guards to let her pass:"Hmmmr... seems you are not evil. But know this: we are in dire straits and we'll soon be called to redeem Kenabres or die trying. Get inside and find a little shelter, it may not last long but it's better than the alternative" as he starts to walk away but stops and then adds:"My name is Karthak, what's yours?


Female Halfling Bard 4 HP 28/33-AC 20/25 T15/20 FF 17-saves F+4 R+8 W+8-Atk: melee +8-ranged +7-Init +3 BarPer 8/13

"My name is Dakota Bloomingdale, of the Bloomingdale's Arts and Entertainment Itinerant Company, at your service, good sir! Redeem Kenabres sounds good enough for me, infact I'd say that is exactly why I'm here. I hope I'll be allowed to join you in your heroic mission, yes?"

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

Iavdi's hand slowly slides off of her swords' hilt as she overhears Dakota's introduction.

Her eyes still stray to the robed man behind the dwarf.

She moves her horse forward, to bring it in line with Dakota.

"And I'm Iavdi, crusader of Iomadae. I'm here to protect my homeland, and cleanse that of our neighbor. Go ahead, master dwarf, use your divining magic on me as well."


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

"Very well" says Karthak nodding at Iavdi's request.

After fixing his gaze on her for a moment he nods again:"Good. You are not evil either, Iavdi. As I was saying to Dakota here, we are hard pressed but we are not defeated. We had some significant victories against the enemy in the last few days and I have no doubt we will have some more in the near future!"

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

"Is there room for my mount, and the survivors I brought? I would be honored to join you in the fight against those foul creatures."


Male Aasimar Ranger (Shapeshifter) 6/Champion 1;
Stats:
HP 21/63 | AC/T/FF: 18/13/15 | CMD 23 | F +7, R +8, W +3 (+2 vs. evil) | Init +3, Per +10 | Shifter's Blessing Left: 3/7 | MP: 3/5

A tall, lean man with gold eyes and black hair ducks into the room from somewhere further back in the complex. He wears a chain shirt over patched and well-worn clothing, and carries a bow and quiver of arrows on his back. Taking in the situation at a glance, he snorts and crosses the room to sit down on a low bench.

"May as well let them in, Karthak--we're a motley group already, and I doubt that any could be more unstable or dangerous than myself." Slinging his gear off his back, he unstrings the bow and sets about carefully polishing the wood with a small container of wax. "Welcome to the Defender's Heart, Dakota, Iavdi. Not much of a defense at the moment, but it is what we have. Come in." He eyes Iavdi slightly askance. "You are native to these lands? Your poor, benighted neighbor would then be Sarkoris, yes?"

To Karthak, Arthas, and Voren, he continues, "I picked these up in the sorry excuse for a market out there; not much, I figure it will be good to have weapons that can actually penetrate demon flesh when we find ourselves confronting them again. As, it seems, we always do."

The big man keeps a wary eye on Lisandra, but, having seen her about before, doesn't do more than nod in her direction.


Pld7/Grd1 LG, Init +3; HP 95/108 AC 23, t 13, ff 21, Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +8 +2 on saves against insanity or confusion.hard to kill; Immune disease, fear, Senses +6, SM +8 Aura courage (10 ft.)

Arthas awaits an answer from Commander Irabeth, but there was a long pause.

"Commander. Do we have a clear and vital enemy target, a plan to get this intelligence out of the city, or some possible way to retake the city?"

"Riftwarden. Please help me understand these stones and what has been done to them."


Pld7/Grd1 LG, Init +3; HP 95/108 AC 23, t 13, ff 21, Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +8 +2 on saves against insanity or confusion.hard to kill; Immune disease, fear, Senses +6, SM +8 Aura courage (10 ft.)

To Jokum:

"You are skilled with a bow correct? Here take this gold. Go and purchase a magical bow. All the arrows fired from one become magical. I think the party should have at least one. Until we have more I think you should be the one to bear it. 3000 should be enough right? And adjusted for strength?"

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

Iavdi finally dismounts, taking the rein in her hand.

"Yes, bowman, that is correct. I feel it is our duty to help Sarkoris, or what is left of it, reclaim their hold on their lands. What little land is worth reclaiming. May I ask your name? For you know mine, but I do not know yours."

I believe Iavdi will find a kindred spirit in Arthas, when they finally meet.


Male Aasimar Ranger (Shapeshifter) 6/Champion 1;
Stats:
HP 21/63 | AC/T/FF: 18/13/15 | CMD 23 | F +7, R +8, W +3 (+2 vs. evil) | Init +3, Per +10 | Shifter's Blessing Left: 3/7 | MP: 3/5

Jokum nods at the woman, keeping a wary eye on her. "I am called Jokum, of the Breakbone tribe." His lip quirks into a bitter smile. "Your people's help would have been more greatly appreciated when the demons first spilled forth from the Worldwound, not years and many corrupt, decadent crusaders later." Though his voice holds little rancor, his eyes are hard, and he goes back to polishing his bow without another word to her.

To Arthas, he adds, "I'll take the gold off your hands if it troubles you, paladin, and I'll even consider getting Biter here enchanted. But these," he hefts the small bundle of red-fletched arrows, "should more than meet my needs. Cold iron arrows, and the shafts made of solid heartwood." He slaps one into his palm--it sounds impressively sturdy. "My old bow wouldn't be able to send these at our foes quickly enough, but she'll be able to do it. And these won't break off when they stick in a demon's craw, either."


Male Tiefling Hedge Witch 6/Archmage 1 | AC 15/12/13 | hp: 40/51 | F +5, R +6, W +8 (+2 vs death/insanity/confusion) | CMD 15 (17 with m.o.v) | Init +6 | Perc +1 | darkvision 60ft | SM +1 | receiving healing: +2 hit points/die rolled | giving healing: +1 point

Sorry I'm late. Let's catch up.

@Lisandra
Voren feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to see... a young woman speaking to him. He appears shocked. He's seen her every once in a while, helping with the recovery effort. Though, he hasn't spoken to her before now. The silver hair and crimson eyes of hers are telltale signs of an otherworldly heritage. He stands shocked for a few moments before he feels a pinch on his ear. He mutters an "Ow." before shaking it off, knowing that Ayne reprimanded him for staring. He bows to Lisandra and says, "I thank you, Lady Lisandra. I am Voren. I'm just glad that I was able to help the wounded." At her offered hand, he lifts his own hand. He stops, noticing the red scaliness. He groans in frustration and pulls back his hood, revealing his head (since there's no use at this point). He takes her hand and shakes it. He gives a shy smile to the other healer, his cheeks a deeper shade of red in embarrassment at her praises.

@Dakota
When Dakota introduces herself, Voren bows to her and says, "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Dakota." When she brings up her Company, Voren tilts his head in confusion and curiosity. "Bloomingdale's Arts and Entertainment Itinerant Company? Who are they?" His facial expression shows that he's curious.

@Iavdi
With Iavdi still staring at him warily (and his hood being down), Voren becomes nervous. He fidgets under her stare. He bows nervously and says, "A-A pleasure to meet you, L-Lady Iavdi." As she continues to stare and keep her hand on the pommel of her sword, he grabs his tail and slightly wrings it.

He seems to relax when Arthas and Jokum come in. With Iavdi and Jokum talking about Sarkoris, Voren feels the need to join in. "Yes. Those lands belong to Sarkoris and her tribes. Those demons are defiling the lands and must be stopped!" Voren begins to show more confidence in his words.

@Jokum
Voren nods at Jokum. "This market doesn't offer much. But, every little bit helps."

Since everyone's posting their appearance:
Voren is one of the two tallest people at 6'1" (standing at equal height as Jokum). He appears to be a young man in his twenties. He is rather lanky, the robes seeming to drown him. There are obvious telltale signs of his tiefling heritage: the red, scaled skin, the pointed ears, the fanged teeth, the ram-like horns, the clawed hands, and the glowing yellow eyes. There is also a barbed tail that ends in a spade. From his shuffling and slight movements, you can hear the subtle clopping of hooves. His robes are dark and dirty, and very patchwork, as if they were made from various old scraps of fabric. The colors of the fabric range from black, grays, dark reds, and other dark colors. The shoulders of the robes are adorned with crow feathers. Various trinkets and oddities hang off of the robes in various locations. The trinkets include fey made tokens, skulls, feathers, teeth, fangs, and claws. The hood is very deep to conceal his face and horns. Under that, he wears standard travel clothes: a light cotton shirt and cotton breeches. On his shoulders, he wears a dark cloak that seems to shimmer in some enchantment. On his wrists, he wears somewhat protective bracers. Around his neck, he wears what resembles an amulet: a wolf jawbone tied around a thick cord.

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

"I cannot vouch for my people's past actions, Jokum, nor for those of less than pure mindset, but what I can do is promise to do everything in my power to return things to the way they should be. I am sorry for your people's loss, however."

Is Arthas out here? I was under the impression that he was inside the inn.

Noticing Voren fidgeting, Iavdi suddenly understands that she has unconsciously staring at him the whole time.

"I apologize, Voren. I did not mean to frighten you. I just was shocked at seeing you. I must admit, most of my dealings with your people have been at sword point, yet I hope we can find common ground. It is interesting to hear you speak of Sarkoris. Are you a native of the land?"


Pld7/Grd1 LG, Init +3; HP 95/108 AC 23, t 13, ff 21, Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +8 +2 on saves against insanity or confusion.hard to kill; Immune disease, fear, Senses +6, SM +8 Aura courage (10 ft.)

No We have a little Retcon mess started. Arthas wanted Jokum armed with a comp STR enhanced longbow to increase our ranged attacks so that was an aside. Arthas is in council with Commander Irabeth with the original four. Just waiting on DMs response braised on intelligence we recovered.


Female Halfling Bard 4 HP 28/33-AC 20/25 T15/20 FF 17-saves F+4 R+8 W+8-Atk: melee +8-ranged +7-Init +3 BarPer 8/13

Dakota's eyes light up at Vorek mentioning the Company.

"Who are they, sir? "We" are simply the best street performers' Company this side of the Worldwound! And the other side too, now that I think of it. We've been delighting and entertaining all of Kenabres for days before... well, before our plays were cut short, so to speak. I'd be honored to show you and your fellow resistance fighters something out of our repertoire." With that, Dakota performs an artistic bow and winks at the curious fellow.

Dakota's appearance

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

"I was not aware of any street performers in Kenabres...I guess I just never had much time."


Female Halfling Bard 4 HP 28/33-AC 20/25 T15/20 FF 17-saves F+4 R+8 W+8-Atk: melee +8-ranged +7-Init +3 BarPer 8/13

Dakota looks a bit disappointed at Iavdi's words, but she politely answers with a friendly shrug "Oh well, we can't have that now, can we? I'm sure we'll find some time to fix it. After all, you know what they say about *all work and no play*, right? Well then, let's get inside, shall we? I'm curious to meet the others."

With this she gracefully makes her way inside the inn and starts greeting everyone with a smile and a ringing "Hello nice people, how good it is to be here!"

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

"Maybe a bit of rest and music would be helpful."
Iavdi smiles down at Dakota as she moves inside.

"Is there a stable for my mount?" she asks Karthak.


Male Dwarf Inquisitor 06 Guardian 01 HP 71/71 | AC 21 (23) T 12 FF 20 (22) | CMB +9 CMD 12 | F+10 R+5 W+10 | Init +4 | Perc +12

Karthak nods:"Aye lass, just bring it near the rear of the inn. Stables are hidden there. As for the rest of you, I suggest we enter the inn. Staying out in the open isn't the safest of options and it's bound to draw undue attention" so saying the dwarf reaches the heavily reinforced door, knocks a couple of times and wait for it to open.

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

"Thank you, I'll be in as soon as I stable her."

She does so, and then enters the inn.

Anyone know where Camris is?


Male Aasimar Ranger (Shapeshifter) 6/Champion 1;
Stats:
HP 21/63 | AC/T/FF: 18/13/15 | CMD 23 | F +7, R +8, W +3 (+2 vs. evil) | Init +3, Per +10 | Shifter's Blessing Left: 3/7 | MP: 3/5

Woops, sorry Arthas, didn't realize that was meant to be a separate convo... D:

Jokum snorts. "Sorrow is not useful, crusader. But steel can be, so you're welcome to stay." He'll follow the party as they head into the inn.

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Android HP 49/52 (nonlethal: 0) / AC 20 (11 touch, 19 flat) / CMB +8 / CMD 19 / F- +6 R- +2 W- +4 / Init- +3 / Percep- +8

"Well, I do hope I can help in a meaningful way. As well as I hope that you can cast aside your prejudices against Mendev, as I am genuinely trying to help."

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