Dragon's Demand (Inactive)

Game Master David_Bross

You find yourselves in the Verduran forest in the town of Belhaim. Unless you have a different story and I fully encourage you to if you are so inclined. You were acting as a caravan guard under the employ of Silas Gribb, and just reached the town.

As the caravan meets the intended destination the young warpriest looks up with a smile as they approach the new town. He offers a prayer of thanksgiving to the son of Dispater. Thinking to himself, I wonder if the worship of Ragathiel has come here or who these people worship?

The black haired scout of mixed heritage was slightly ahead of the caravan. Quickly getting back as she saw the town, she approached her employer.

"Sir Gribb, we've reached our destination."

She put her bow back on her back, walking along with the others.

Ronaef strides into town with the Caravan... he raises his hand to his closed eyes for a few seconds and then lowers it again and looks around and says almost to himself "I foresee opportunity"

It looks like all 3 of you came into town with the trade caravan, one as a religion pilgrim, two as caravan guards. We'll see how the other two come in and then we can start.
Feel free to role-play any interactions you might have had with each other on the caravan trip. For the most part it was uneventful travel from the south up through the Verduran forest

Nat had appeared out of the woods recently and offered the services of herself and her companion, a young white tiger, to the caravan owner. Clad in a leather dress and an armored jerkin of small metal plates, and riding atop her bestial companion, the enigmatic halfling spoke little of her past, but chatted amicably with anyone willing to get close enough to her cat. She carried an old lance that had clearly seen a lot of use, but also had been very well cared-for.

When camp was made, she was seen to limp about, one of her legs shorter and weaker than the other. Each night she would sleep next to her tiger's protective presence.

Arriving in the town, she met the stares of curious people with a confused smile.

To Ronaef, with whom she had formed a bit of a friendship, she whispered in elven, "Why are they staring at me and Demii?"

Making a little bit of an assumption here; I can change it if you don't want to have any particular friendship between them, Ronaef, but she was raised by an elf and speaks elven like a native so it would make sense to me that she would try to make friends with an elf.

Good. We get paid now? Braggom puts on the airs of an illiterate. It makes it so much more interesting when he surprises his enemies.

"You have a great big white cat with you, your carrying a lance and you have a limp and your a halfling, you stand out."

I'm ok with it, Ronaef is a bit haughty but your an Oracle someone who he can relate to and have a decent conversation with and you speak Elvish.

You all remember this scene occurring as you arrived in town, earlier in the day

As you ask Silas Gribb for your pay, two men and one woman approach the recently arrived caravan. "Halt in the name of the law. I am Sheriff Benhovy and I have a warrant for Silas Gribb's arrest. Lay down your arms and we can discuss this." Silas looks towards the rest and then unhooks his sheath and places it on the ground, saying "Surely we can talk about this... " The deputies then grab him and quickly manacle him.

Benhovy addresses the caravan guards, "So, were the lot of you in on the smuggling as well?" Some of you spoke out as innocent, as you were never told of anything but common trade supplies in the caravan, and Benhovy accepted your explanation. Unfortunately you were left stranded as Benhovy and some of his deputies departed with the confiscated caravan.

Fortunately a young woman approached the group. "Hello, I am Talia Orem. I'm sorry to see your troubles. We don't get so many visitors here, and those that do are typically passing through. As it happens I heard of your troubles with your former employer, deceiving you as to what you were doing and then leaving you stranded here. As it is, you're more than welcome to stay at my inn, the Wise Piper, free of charge for a few days until you all decide what to do next."

Currently
It is evening and you're seated at the Wise Piper, enjoying a free meal of fresh bread with cheese and honey, washed down with watery mead.

please feel free to continue background role-play that may of occurred during this meal or earlier in the adventure. I'll continue with what happens next tomorrow.

After learning of their employer's perfidy, she mutters to Ronaef:

Nat spends some time arguing with the stablehands about a place for Demii, finally agreeing to let him sleep in the woods nearby and for them to give him some meat scraps after dinner was finished being made. Is there a town map?

In reply to Natulcien

Ronaef will sit at a table close to a wall, facing the wall (The sight provides) and invite the more martial members t to take up seats facing the room.

"Come join me, lets see if we can make something of this... opportunity"

At the moment of the revelation Cassandra vaguely overhears some of the words in elven, but she didn't bother responding.

Cassandra smiled, she had observed the argument between Nátulcien and the stablehands. When the halfling left them she spoke up as she was leaning against the wall.

"Would you not rather bring your cat the food yourself? These lads don't seem very much at ease around one of the great felines."

At the invitating gesture Ronaef makes, Cassandra sits down.
"Don't mind if i do, ser Ronaef. It seems i can add a new item to my figurative list of odd things on the job. An employer's being arrested for using us to smuggle goods."

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10 Knowledge Religion

Marcelo doesn't seem to remember what religions are in the nearby region.

"Am going to. Ask for meat, not for bring the meat to the cat," Nat says in her not-quite-fluent common.

"Demi maybe eat them too if they go," she adds with a smirk.

Nat leaves her lance by the door, but has her bludgeon and her sling with her in the Inn, when she joins Ronaef.

Poor thing, he isnt too bright, lol.

Looking a little grumpy, I came here because I thought I had read once that there was a temple to Ragathiel here but it turns out there isn't. Perhaps he led me here for another purpose. By the way, just in case I have not introduced myself, my name is Marcellino Wintrish, wapriest of Ragathiel

Hearing Marcellino's words Ronaef replies with
"Come sit down then, maybe what you had was actually a vision of the place of worship that you will help establish here?"

As you are eating the walls of the inn rattle as if shaken by thunder.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Cassandra's tankard was almost falling off the table as she took the tankard in hand.

"I hadn't heard of a storm coming.....and now we have the inn all to ourselves as well, odd."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"A natural occurrence maybe, either way we should go look, opportunity may just be knocking or booming.."

Ronaef steps outside the inn to see what he can see.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Braggom go look he says, standing and adjusting his greatsword.

Nat waits until the others have left, then sneaks some cheese and bread from behind the bar into her pockets before joining them outside.

When she gets outside, she puts two fingers into her lips and makes a high-pitched whistle. Shortly thereafter, Demii emerges from the trees, and Nat pulls herself up onto his back.

As the group goes outside you see the townsfolk are all rushing to the edge of the town, as a huge dust plume now stands in place of the massive tower that was there just minutes ago. The townsfolk are approaching and crowding the statue, coming from everywhere in town to investigate it. As you approach you see two locals puttering about the collapsed tower, one with his hand on his hips and the other chewing on a stalk of grass. You recognize them from earlier as the deputies of Sherrif Benhovy.

More notable are the two scaly corpses in the rubble. There are only two there, but that is two more than anyone was expecting.

Eventually someone from the crowd suggests that " Maybe wizard Hunclay knows something, as his manor shares a hill with the tower, " and some go towards his mansion of a home. The deputies argue for several minutes over who will knock at the door, and after a minute of the two arguing the undertaker, Calladastina Honas, gets sick of the arguing and approaches the door. She gasps as she sees a third scaled corpse, this one deeply charred, on the wizard's door steps.

Deputy Hodd bangs on the door, but hears no answer. Deputy Mulle reach for the handle, but Hodd grabs her wrist and says "whatever magic did in the Kobold, may still be active. "

Shortly thereafter a well dressed woman arrives with her son and looks at the overmatched deputies. She addresses the caravan members " You certainly were able to handle yourself in a caravan, and the ones we have capable of that are currently escorting the smuggler and his wares back. Sherri Benhovy mentioned to me he thought you to be good folk, unaware of this smuggling. Who might you be?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
"Me, Braggom. Fight good. Strong arm. Strong back." Then quietly to her... "Need money. Braggom can help."

SM: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
"Seems those two deputies are longing for the presense of the sheriff."

Kn. Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
"Hey...those scaly types, i recall a rumor about kobold sightings."

At the question to identity;
"Cassandra, scout for hire."

"I "The Wizard" Ronaef foresee that I shall be needed here and that we shall earn some coin in the process"

"Nat. I gotta spear, gotta cat. I'm good at killing lizards."

She doesn't recognize the kobold, never having come across them before.

Following your introduction she says
“I am Lady Origena Devy, the baroness of this town, and today’s your lucky day. Mulle and Hodd here can’t handle this without the Sheriff to hold their hands, and I want to know what happened here. You seem to be a capable bunch. If you go in there and look through the rubble—find out what happened and why there are kobolds in my town—I’ll pay the lot of you 500 gold pieces. While you’re looking around in the ruins, keep an eye out for any signs of our local eccentric, Hunclay. It seems somewhat suspicious to me that he’s not answering his door. Let me know what you find.”

Can you describe what Hunclay looks like, Lady Devy? asks the warpriest.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

"Sounds like a great opportunity to me"

She replies "Hunclay is a man with graying hair who wears fairly nice clothes. He'd probably have a spell component pouch on his belt, which would easily identify him by the odor" .

Whenever you guys are ready you can progress to the ruins of the towers, there is rubble everywhere. Anyone with Knowledge: Engineering can roll it as they approach the ruins. I put up a map of the ruins when you guys are ready to go explore them.

Nat guides her tiger to the ruins, getting out her sling and putting her lance in an easily-accessible position.

Ronaef moves up to the tower ruins but not into yet as he wants to ascertain the dangers.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Grouped Nat and her tiger since she's mounted.

Demii pads behind Ronaef, Nat's sling loaded with a bullet.

Paizo's been offline for a long time back here.

SM: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
"Very well., as she looks at the others, then back. we've got ourselves a new job."

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
"Braggom look. Find more kobolds. Kill them? Or capture them?"

Cassandra looks at Braggom.
"Killing them would be best, but unless someone among us can speak draconic, capture wouldn't be of much use."

She adresses Ronaef after that;
"Ser Ronaef, elves often speak many languages, might you by chance speak the draconic tongue?"

"Good Cassandra I am indeed versed in Draconic, when the time comes I should be able to communicate with the little beasts"

Nátulcien Ar-Feiniel, her tiger and Ronaef Tuefellaei all see a gentle slope before them climb check over the rubble, leading to what was once probably the second floor of the tower going up to A2.

"A moment, i'll scout ahead."

Cassandra moves to cross the rubble.
Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Followed by sneaking to see if the coast is clear.
Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Cassandra slowly makes her way up across the rubble, noting the enormous heap of cracked stone and splintered wood from the tower lies in a low mound here, tumbled partially down the hill to the southeast. The mound of rubble forms a natural ramp that leads up to the now-exposed second floor of the tower above.

Upon reaching the second floor she hides behind a partially collapsed wall, seeing the sky above and smashed furniture and rubble. She also sees a small trap door set in the floor against the northwest wall, but a stout timber has fallen across it.

Cassandra moves within speech distance of the others, and for caution speaking in a slightly hushed tone.

"Coast clear, however there is a trap door to the west. It is , however, blocked by a firm piece of timber. Braggom, can we borrow your strenght?"

The warpriest advances with caution looking out for danger or for a clues his sword drawn. so he can yell out jenkies a clue, sadly he doenst have glasses so he cant drop them and say he cant see without the,

Ronaef looks up at the mass of scree and sighs "Never a magic carpet when you need one'

He attempts to climb up to the tower manly specimen of manliness that he is
Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

I'd need your climb check Marcellino. Also need the other two to get up there and see what you guys are going to do with your trap door :)

"Braggom open trap door" he says as he attempts to move the timber aside.
strength check, if needed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
He strains some more
strength check, if needed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Braggom climbs atop the rubble hill and proceeds to grab the heavy timber and heave it to the side, uncovering the trap door beneath.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Climb check