Combat round 1
Bold can act
Diminute human form
Rixian and dragon, the sorcerer cast a bolt of pure energy that harms the dimininute human form
Elk unsucessfully attacks Hakon
Kyra channels to heal Hakon
Kess punches the air
Poog moves and licks
Oloch
Hakon
"LORD IN IRON MAKE ME STRONG!” Oloch yells, accepting his patron’s blessing. Then he splashes across the water like a charging hippo.
Hakon slashes out with his axes, doing his best to obliterate his tiny attacker.
Oloch moves to help Hakon, who is trying to slash the diminute creature.
Hakon makes a hit just to realize he don´t make as damage as he should, that strange creature must be somehow protected!
The diminute human casts a spell on the latern making it small, then she picks it and tries to flee.
Combat round 2
Bold can act
Diminute human form
Rixian and dragon,
Elk
Kyra
Kess
Poog
Oloch
Hakon
Even being somewhat resistent to weapon damage, Hakon and Kess hits knocks down the creature. Now you only have to scare an elk, and the prize is yours.
Combat round 2
Bold can act
Diminute human form
Rixian and dragon
Elk
Kyra
Kess
Poog
Oloch
Hakon
Rixian hits the grass near the Elk, who scared runs away.
Having defeated his enemies, the group just have to recover his prize and go on.
I´ll have the next quest prepared in a few hours, roleplay a bit until I post it
Having recovered the grim latern, and having went back to tell Birdy the place is not as dangerous as she thinks, the group parts looking for adventure to a "better" place; Allenstead, a border village on the edge of Razmiran. Ulisha’s notebook contains a map and directions to Allenstead, and the PCs’ journey to the village is uneventful.
Excepts from Ulisha’s Journal (colony)
Different cultures’ treatment of the gods is a point of endless fascination for me. Consider the Rahadoumi and their Laws of Man, rejecting the gods despite the plagues and deserts that eat away at their lands. Others such as the Nidalese have sworn themselves entirely to one god who grants his followers power at a punishing price. The small nation of Razmiran is much like Nidal, in that the people pay homage to a most curious deity: a “Living God” who lives among his people. Don’t be fooled by his talk of prosperity for all. The Razmiri are an underhanded lot, and I recently heard that the village of Allenstead—once staunchly against the god Razmir—had all converted to Razmir’s worship. Apparently, a priest bearing a jeweled rod recently paid Allenstead a visit and won everyone over within a day. It’s obvious that some dastardly magic is at work here, and that the priest’s golden scepter is at the crux of it all. I wonder what it’s worth?
Worship of Razmir began in the River Kingdoms, where it spread quickly and led to the creation of a theocracy. Allenstead has always resisted conversion despite being on the very edge of Razmiri territory.
Razmir is known as the Living God, a man who claims to have ascended to divinity by completing the Test of the Starstone. His faithful preach law, luxury, and obedience.
Razmiri wear identical masks to conceal their identities, but the material the masks are made of denote one’s position in the clergy: gold is above silver, and silver is above iron.
In Allenstead
Allenstead consists of a few dozen buildings built along either side of a solitary dirt road that leads from Razmiran to a ferry dock on the West Sellen River. At the center of the village, construction is nearly complete on a large stone statue of a Razmiri priest that stands nearly 20 feet in height. The head of the statue peers down at a stage.
You can move around and talk with people in the village.
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"Huh, well that was an, experience." Kess muses as the forest animal flees. Looking down at the small, bleeding form now lying on the rocks, she tilts her head in curiosity. "I wonder what this thing's deal was?"
As the party enters the village square, Kess looks around warily. She looks at the looming oversized statue and tries to hide a frown.
"Let's be a bit cautious here guys." she whispers as they move amongst the crowd. "I know Razmir's not exactly unheard of in these parts, but I don't like the sound of how fast this town 'converted'."
Oloch gnaws the last bite off the turkey leg he’s been working on for the last five minutes … ya know, the turkey leg he bought at the tavern where he was supposed to be asking around for information regarding the scepter. Tossing the picked-clean bone aside, his dark eyes follow Kess’s to the statue.
”Caution is like … my main thing.” He slaps his belly, eliciting an armor-shaking belch, ”Well, that and making a good first impression.”
The steel-clad half-orc stops the first person who crosses their path, pointing up at the statue and stage. ”What’s with the stage thing?”
"Let's be a bit cautious here guys." she whispers as they move amongst the crowd. "I know Razmir's not exactly unheard of in these parts, but I don't like the sound of how fast this town 'converted'."
Hakon nods, eyeing the Razmirian statue. "Seems they resisted, for quite some time. I guess things have changed."
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" You've never failed to make an impression Oloch."
Rix rushes behind the group, trying to pass through the crowd and receiving a few shoulders for his trouble. he pauses to aska a somehwat friendlier merchant after receiving a shove to the back.
" Excuse me, I heard a great tale of a priest in these parts, and I was hoping to meet him. Any chance you know his whereabouts?"
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Seeing her companions attempt to get some information, Poog decides to try her own hand at it in her own way.
With a slight sneer on her face, she steps in front of what seems to be a decent bunch of townsfolk.........
"Hey you? I need to knows something and you look like one of those who can help me!"
The stage? Is the perfect place for Folloch to make his sermons. It´s easy for us to see and hear him when he´s up there. Then, realizing the half-orc is pointing the statue too he continues: Folloch has entrusted us with a sacred task. We must erect a magnificent monument worthy of Razmir’s greatness.
When Poog scares one of the villager due to his rudness, a villager more brave moves toward him What´s happening here? Why did you bother poor Jhon?
The villager questioned by Rixian tells him Oh, you must be refering to Folloch, I don´t know his work had been heared far away.
I do not know where he is now, but he will be here at noon, as he always is. Folloch never misses his daily sermon.
”A sermon,” Oloch responds, with an exaggerated lack of excitement, ”great.”
He pats the man mightily on the back ... which is really more of a way of pushing the man on his way. Then he waits for the group to be once again alone.
"So, wait for Folloch to give his speech, follow him after, ask him what's going on, then take the rod?" He shrugs, "For the good of the town, of course."
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"Sounds like a plan to me." Kess nods. "Though I'll admit, if we could skip the sermon part I wouldn't be opposed. I've heard enough preaching already to last a lifetime."
Realizing her words could be construed as slightly undiplomatic, the Taldan quickly turns back to Kyra and Oloch. "Present company excluded of course"
Oloch shrugs with a grin, "My 'preaching' is pretty much just me punching someone til they're unconscious. They rarely enjoy it."
Oloch shakes his head matter-of-factly, nodding towards the statue, "The statue would have a bigger sword."
"The sun overhead is enough to preach the glories of the Dawnflower." Kyra adds, with a casual wave at the sky.
"Fancy words or," She pauses to look at the ostentatious statue disapprovingly, "Self-glorification, are there to force opinion, not encourage them, more often then not"
She shrugs slightly.
"I know little of this Razmir." She says, studying the stage. "Though I'd heard the locals had shown no interest in his message."
"Would appear they had a change of heart." She scowls, turning her attention thoughtfully to the locals. "Or their minds."
"Perhaps this Folloch's sermon will enlighten."
The "brave" villager answers Poog; Of course you never had seen something like this. Statues of gods are many, but we´re erecting a magnificent statue worthy of Razmir’s greatness.
You want to eat? Well, during the sermon all inns are closed, but after it you should go dinner to the Fishook Inn, they had a great roasted trout.
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Her eyes narrow as everyone she seems to talk too have their minds clouded for lack of a better description. Excusing herself as quickly as she can not minding her manners at all she heads back to the rest.
"They all have their heads in the clouds!" she complains. "Half of them can't agree how great is this Razmir, the other hald are thinking of words to describe how great he is." pausing a moment for her words to sink in.
"Best thing is. I still don't get this Razmir fellow. I think I like Oloch and Kyra gods better."
"You should," Oloch grunts back, "Mine's strong and hers is hot!"
As noon approaches, the townspeople stop their various activities and form a crowd at the base of the stage. At noon, Folloch exits from a house and makes his way to the stage flanked by a pair of guards. Once up in the stage he notices a bunch of strangers, you, so he turns the attention of his sermon to you.
“Ah! My dearest children, it appears some stray lambs have wandered into our flock! Surely Razmir can uncloud the minds of these wayward souls.”
With a flourish and grinning malevolently, Folloch activates extends his rod toward you and utters an unintelligible word. But nothing happens.
Realization slowly spreads across his face, and Folloch stammers for his congregation to defend him as he flees the stage. The villagers that have gathered at the base of the stage turn against you, grabbing at them and trying to hold them back. While the unarmed townsfolk are no challenge in combat, their sheer numbers prevent you from chasing down their quarry.
Oloch looks for the path where the crowds are the thinnest, then charges through.
Chase round one
Bold can act
-Oloch charges through the crowd throwing villagers to the groundright and left
-Kyra
-Poog looks bad to the villagers. But looking dangerous only serves him to be attacked by more people, who try to jump to his back, or grapple an obvious threat to their leader.
-Rixian and dragon
-Hakon
-Kess tries to duck and tumble among the crowd, but but she´s not nimble enough to avoid being restrained by some villagers
-Oloch charges through the crowd throwing villagers to the groundright and left
Unsure why the fellow is making a break for it, but sure he's not up to anything good, Kyra does her best to get through the crowd to intercept.
She attempts to feint one way, then the next, before dodging past.
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Rix sighs"I'd love for us to not have to run for once Oloch."
seeing the rapidly closing path the charging Orc takes, the sorceror smiles, an idea forming. With a flash blue wings appear and send a whirl of dust towards the villagers. Rix takes the momentary distraction to try and run through the gap.
Hakon flanks off to the side, letting out a blood-curdling roar to distract the mob from his fellows. As he gains their attention, he leads them on a merry chase.
Kyra fools the crowd making them run to catch her to a different place she´s going to. Rixian steps in his own cloak, almost tripping himself.
Hakon roars the mob to provokig the bravest villagers togo against him, and the many coward ones to run away, effectively making a path between the two groups that can be used for his companions.
Chase round two
Everybody can act
-Oloch looks for a path we´re he had to rush the least amount of villagers go on and roll perception for your generosity.
-Kyra
-Poog
-Rixian
-Hakon
-Kess
[ooc]3 success
”OOOOOOLLLLLOOOOOOOCCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!” the half-orc roars as he continues his bullrush through the remaining crowds … quickly closing the distance on the Razmiran.
After successfully feinting past the first group, Kyra attempts to reason with the next.
"We're here to help you, there's no need for violence!"
"We're here to help you, there's no need for violence!"
"Don't you go spoiling my fun, cleric!" Staring down the head villager in the small band facing him, Hakon unleashes another fierce warcry. As they move in, he lashes out with twin axes, rapping arms and legs and ribs with the flat butt of his weapons.
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Poog glares at all her blockers and a mad idea goes throgh her mind. She can't go through cause they're blocking her path?
Then she'll treat them like a wall to be climbed over.
A loud roar and short leap sends her whole body over the first few people and flat onto their heads and shoulders before she mimics climbing skills learnt in the far northern mountains. Her arms and legs moving swiftly but in short swift movements enabling to use heads, hair, shoulders and the ocassional unfortunate noses as grips to send her up or in this case forward.
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Rix picks himself off, realizing his companions have all had much more success escaping the crowd. Hopefully they didn't see him trip either.
"Well atleast I can just follow the sounds of Hakon and Oloch...."
Rooting around in his bag he pulls out a long grey stick. A spoken word and a rap against the ground causes noxious smoke to billow from the end of the grey tube. Throwing it at the path made by Hakon's gentle ministrations, he dashes through the smoke, cloak wrapped around his face to keep the worst of the smell out.
Chase round two recap
-Oloch continues his bullrush through the remaining crowds
-Kyra tries to reason with a mob, without results
-Poog steps over legs, shoulders and heads to climb over people,
-Rixian disspaears in a smoke fog. His steealth don´t last long, but is enough to shorten his distance to the razmiran cleric.
-Hakon drops unconscious two villagers, wich isn´t enogh to have a path, but maybe he can use this to demoralize the others
-Kess decides it´s enough and starts yelling at the villagers, who fall back in fear
Chase round three
Everybody can act.