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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Getting to the point.
Ack: “Brothers! It warms my heart to see you all alive! May I quickly introduce you to these great warriors of the surface. I have seen them in action, and know that they may be trusted among our kind!”
Sly: Sylvia jumped, not out of fright or worry but because she was dozing and the sudden rush of voices and stop of the cart had jolted her. Achuak was the center of attention right now and the poor kobold wasn't able to get a word in edgewise it seemed. "Woah woah, slow down there, please your going a mile a minute!" She spoke in draconic to keep things simple for the minute. "I'll play translator or the tallest of us can for the rest. I consider Achuak a friend he has been a great boon to us with our troubles. We have promised to help him in return. Who is Mikmak? What is the sacred statue? And where did he go, to recover said statue? Any information you can provide to us would be of great help." She hopped down from the cart and bowed politely to the kobolds.
Sly: "Forgive my manners I forgot to introduce myself. I am Sylvia, I promised to help my friend Achuak, we come bearing some news of our own but for now. How can we assist you?" She turned her attention to the rest of the group and cleared her throat. "They lost a sacred statue and a friend, I don't know where yet or what the statue is. I've asked if we can help them since they know Achuak and we have promised to help him. If you object please speak up." She spoke kind but quick, time seemed to be of the esscence. She waited, attention back on the other kobolds.
The kobold scout looked at the tallfolk warily, but as with Oleg, he was willing to trust them on good recommendation.
Ack: “I am sorry, but I have not seen Mikmek in my travels as of late. Indeed I have not seen many of my kind. But worry not, for we have come to save the tribe of Sootscale from that disgraceful Tartuk! That is, if Sootscale will speak to me. Please, you must have Sootscale come to me so that we might discuss the situation as a whole. If not, I fear the whole tribe will be either killed off or enslaved by this mad one.”
The scout on the left let out a tiny gasp and all three looked about as if afraid they might be struck down simply for hearing such heretical words. When no retribution came, the leader of the party spoke again, but in hushed tones.
“You are brave as they say, Achuak.” He looked to his two companions, then around once more. “It is true, Tartuk has been a terror to this tribe—we are less than half what we were before he arrived, but we cannot do anything so long as the Curse of Old Sharptooth hangs over us. I can deliver your message to Chief Sootscale, but I fear it would be too difficult for him to get away without being noticed.”
The kobold scratched his chin with one black claw in thought. “We can do nothing until we hold the magic statue for ourselves—then no one need fear the curse. If Mikmek does not return soon we will have to send another raid.”
“Perhaps,” said the kobold on his left, revealing herself to the tallfolk to be a female kobold, “we could ask Achuak and his companions to retrieve the statue?”
The leading scout looked from her to Achuak, the gears turning in his head considering the proposition. “Would you? Would you go to the den of those accursed little devils and bring back our magic statue? We are in dire need of great warriors to fight for us in these dark times.”
(Lol, expected more chatting with the grigs, but nevertheless you get your rewards.)
Posted on 2012-07-22 at 00:01:58.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: XD
I see it too, they're all still there. I personally favour diligent use of the ampsersand Q&A, but in a pinch Q/A also seems like it would serve 
Posted on 2012-07-21 at 20:13:13.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Before you go too crazy with plotting, let's see where this train wreck is going...
The speaking grig translated for the female in a tongue Aria could understand, but was jabber to anyone else. The lady, arms crossed, inclined her head in an imperious manner so unconvincing it could only have been rehearsed, like a child playing at queen, and spoke a few short words.
“Her grand imperial majesty, Flutterlina-Thoraline, graciously accepts your apology.” The proper pomp and circumstance observed, the last pretences of formality vanished. “So whatcha doin' around here anyway? We don't see many biguns round these parts so often—just the blue ugly-faces and the black sharpteeth. Hey! Are you here to get rid of the ugly-faces!” Without hesitating he translated his own conclusion to his mistress before an answer could be made.
Almost imperceptibly the three closed in and took up positions for themselves on the wagon, the two who have spoken not far from Sylvia, almost like small children crowding in, with the third content perched on the back of the horse he had scolded earlier.
“Lately it's been all war-war-war between the sharpteeth and the ugly-faces. With all the fighting nobody likes a good prank and so it's been no sporting for almost forever,” the little translator explained, shuffling into a comfortable position. Up close one could see that though they wore no other clothing, they had tiny swords no bigger than a pocketknives strapped around their waists, and carried bows scarcely more than a foot long over their shoulders.
(---How long and what you with the grigs about is up to you---)
The grigs didn't hang around too long—Flutterlina, Dallodan-Dustang, and Tep, true to their child-like attention spans, left in hot pursuit of some new activity the moment they lost interest in the newcomers and they could politely make their escape.
They say trouble comes in threes (and fives. Nines, thirteens, twenty-fours...) so after a trio of angry boars and a triad of grigs, it was an inevitability when a small band of kobolds leaped out from behind one of the ubiquitous kames. They each carried spears in their hands, but they weren't raised to fight—it wasn't an attack.
“A-Achuak!” Their surprise was evident. The leader spoke in a flurry of Draconic.
“What are you doing here, Achuak? It has been so long! Who are the tallfolk—are they friends of yours?” the kobold scarcely paused for a breath, much less to let the green kobold respond. “Was winter in the forest cold? Chief Sootscale will be happy to know you've returned safely. We could use some good news lately.” Suddenly the kobold froze and his face fell with a sobering thought. “You haven't seen Mikmek have you? We were posted here to await his raiding party's return—they left the day before yesterday to recover the sacred statue and have been gone since!”
(I know you said not to throw you ahead too quickly, but it seemed like this last bit of info might be vital to decisions made whilst concocting plans of attack)
(Oh yeah, and a list of the things Achuak didn't/doesn't know: The evidence is all around him, but he didn't know that they've gone to war until the grigs hinted at it earlier. He has no idea how small his tribe has become in the year since he had to flee. He does know of the statue that is the physical representation of the god 'Old Sharptooth' that Tartuk brought to the tribe, and can guess that it is this that the kobolds are so distressed to have lost to the mites. Feel free to pester me if you're looking for more info that he might/might not know that I forgot to tell you.)
Posted on 2012-07-20 at 00:54:23.
Edited on 2012-07-21 at 20:57:10 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Hah
Heh, I don't know--Ortlieb did live the first half of his life with full-blooded orcs after all... Myirh might remind him of his ever-lovin' mother (now wouldn't that make for an awkward moment). Either way, he wouldn't like Sylvia any more or less. She's his friend, but she ain't a looker to his eyes.
Posted on 2012-07-18 at 21:33:57.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Isn't it that trouble comes in threes? Or was it fives? Thirty-sevens?
Pharast 8-9
Northern Kamelands
En Route
That night the explorers feasted upon the fruits of their labour, and in the morning they set out again. Aria used her magic to restore vitality to the warriors who met the boars head on, but without Ortlieb she wasn’t able to top everyone off herself that evening, though when Junn declined, there was spare enough for Takahashi. (+3hp Aria, +8hp Takahashi).
Aria 7/9 –
Junn 3/8 –
They set out southeast in the morning, but travelled mainly south until they reached the broad—averaging three-hundred feet across, and visible deep—Shrike River, named for the birds that flocked around its riverbanks, which they followed downstream.
The disquieting effect of the kames had disappeared into familiarity, and so the day’s only brief flirtation with excitement came as a sighting of a wyvern over the mountainous Tors of Levenies to the east—just close enough to identify the large flier but too far away to be of any real interest or concern.
Achuak confirmed that they should arrive at the Sootscale Caverns the next evening. Plans were made to attempt to go directly to Chief Sootscale himself and speak with him first, before moving on to deal with Tartuk. The plan was simple and flexible, and, with luck and discourse, would result in minimal casualties among the kobolds.
Junn 4/8
So much for best laid plans gone astray. Within an hour the group found their first kobold corpse, laying in the field and stripped of its gear. Judging by the wounds in its black scaly hide and the two small, amazingly ugly corpses positioned not far from it, similarly wounded, his end had been violent.
The other two creatures less than a foot taller than the kobold, their skin a sickening shade of blue either from rigor mortis or their own natural colouration. They had humanoid shape, but bulbous wrinkles heads that made up almost half their size, with ragged pointed ears and large eyes that appear to be squinting shut even in death.
“Mites.” Achuak spat the word like a curse—and indeed, he had said as much before.
The surrounding grass showed signs of a small struggle. The whole scene could be no more than a week old, give or take time for the bodies to be picked over by one faction or the other for valuables.
The skirmish was not the last they saw that day. The ground was not exactly littered with scenes of tiny carnage, but anyone who was alert could notice other places here or there, in varying numbers of dead on either side, some visibly older than the one in the morning, some as fresh as a day or two, all always stripped clean of useful gear.
It came as a complete surprise and change of pace when the path of the horses disturbed a chorus of indignant shouts emanating from the tall grass around the river bank. Three small winged creatures, elf-like from the waist up with bodies of crickets below rose from the grass in a great high-pitched furor. Though Aria could make out parts of their buzzing rant, they spoke too fast and all-at-once to be intelligible, one of them even pointedly addressing the horse on the left.
After a couple seconds of natter, one of the two males decided to take charge, thankfully in Taldane. “What’s the big idea, trouncing through the grass all clumsy-stompy-like. Don’tya know to watch where you go a-trundling!?”
The little man hovered in the air with his arms crossed. While they were all well and truly infuriated--for the moment--you get the sense that they're hardly likely to even remember their indignation in a few minute's time, much work up the effort to stay angry at nothing.
LORE—Nature: (Achuak) These three creatures are a tiny type of fey called grigs. On the ground they’re no more than a foot and a half tall, but their cricket hindquarters have wings with which they can (and are right now) fly. They are generally mischievous and light-hearted creatures. Achuak doesn’t know a whole lot about them, but he knows they can create a captivating fiddle-song by vibrating their wings quickly, they can perform a small variety of magical tricks, and like most fey creatures, are only vulnerable to weapons made of cold iron.
LORE—Nature: (Achuak) Achuak knows a lot more about Mites, though. See the Bestiary when I get a chance to put it up. He can reveal this tactical information to you at some point during the journey. (EDIT: Lore is up.)
Posted on 2012-07-17 at 06:48:03.
Edited on 2012-07-17 at 08:36:56 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Toldya this would be quick. Now distribute the heals. We got three that could use R&R
Hoping to chase off the boars Sordin loosed an arrow at the lead boar, aiming for the ground immediately in front of it. Rather than intimidate the ornery beast, the paladin only further aggravated it. The boar jumped back and squealed its challenge. It lowered its head to charge while the sows on either side raised theirs, mouths open to bite for lack of tusks.
Achuak was screwing up his crossbow as quickly as he could muster while Aria drew her kukri knives and hopped off the cart to meet the boars when they attacked.
Less than pleased with the after effects of a late night party Junn threw his blanket back over his head and pretended the rest of the world didn't exist. He did, however, discretely draw his sword, preparing for when circumstances inevitably forced him to participate in reality.
Sylvia stood next to Sordin and Achuak and threw a bolt of magic between them at the large boar. The three were already starting to charge when the spell struck it high on the crest (-5dmg Boar).
Before Aria could regret being the closest target in front of the wagon, the newcomer Takahashi calmly joined her, standing slightly ahead. The man did not have his sword drawn yet, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana while he assumed a defensive stance.
“Focus on the others—leave the big one to me.”
At that moment the charge arrived. Takahashi neatly side-stepped the wild boar's thrust, and with a little more difficulty managed to avoid being bitten by the sow. Aria was less lucky, and she had to negotiate her leg back from the other sow's mouth (-6 Aria). It took most of her energy to back off from that attack.
Achuak – Still Reloadin'
Aria 3/9 – Wait, not bloodied
Junn – GTFO
Sordin –
Sylvia –
Takahashi – Total Defence, Challenge [Boar]
Boar: Barely Injured, Charge -2AC
Sow1: Uninjured, Charge -2AC
Sow2: Uninjured, Charge -2AC
Sordin drew another arrow, seeing that things were definitely escalating. He notched it in his bow, but waited for a better moment to strike. Beside him Achuak finished loading his bow and leapt off the wagon to the right, running wide along Aria's flank for a better shot.
For herself, Aria dropped into a defensive stance and pulled back away from the sow, giving Sordin the shot he wanted. The sow took the arrow deep in the shoulder (-5 Sow2)
Throwing off his blanket, Junn decided it was time to give these annoying squealing mammals a piece of his mind. And maybe help out with the boars, while he was at it.
The tall elf hopped off the wagon to the left and stalked toward the sow on Takahashi's left with his sword raised. Still unbalanced from its last attack, it could not retreat in time to avoid Junn's sword (-6dmg Sow1)
Sylvia turned to focus her magic on the one giving Aria a hard time. She threw a magic bolt at the sow, blasting it in the side with magical energy (-5 Sow2 Bloodied).
Meanwhile Takahashi leaped around to the boar's flank. For a second he stood still, focusing his senses. Then Takahashi drew a sharp breath just before his attack, and loosed his sword with a piercing battle cry. The katana blade almost blurred with the speed of the samurai's iaijutsu strike, cleaving open the boar's side like a butcher working a carcass (-17dmg Boar Staggered)
Were it not for the boar's own natural tenacity, it would be lying dead right there. The beast turn end started to trot away, but Takahashi mercifully ended its life there, rather than let it bleed out in a pool of mud, as was the habit with mortally wounded boars to injured to recover. (-5dmg Boar Dead)
The sows, however, still had some fight in them. The one with Junn rammed into his legs and gave him the same treatment Aria had received earlier, almost knocking him to the ground while he furiously wrested his feet from its maw (-6dmg Junn). The sow realized then that it was outnumbered and already bleeding from one wound. It took a step back and faced Junn, watching him warily in case the elf was still going to fight.
Meanwhile, the other sow had switched targets from the retreating Aria back to the man in the middle. It took Takahashi by surprise, ploughing into the back of his leg and crunching down on his calf (-9dmg Takahashi). The warrior shook off the animal with great effort, coming away bruised and cut, but no worse off for mortal injuries than the other two.
After the last-ditch attack, the sow turned to flee at full speed.
Achuak – Done Reloadin'
Aria 3/9 – Total Defence
Junn 2/8 – Rising but not shining
Sordin –
Sylvia –
Takahashi 3/12 – Challenge Completed
Boar: Fresh Pork: the Freshest!
Sow1: Injured, just about to run
Sow2: Bloodied, Running
(Alright, so the boars are all defeated. If you think one ~200lb wild boar is not quite enough food for you, you can act quickly and fell the fleeing sow. The other sow flees next round and both will eventually make a full recovery and probably go on to have thousands of babies each unless they're taken down by a hungry hunter or a passing wyvern or something.
(In other news, though, I think this was a great introductory battle for Takahashi. He really got to shine as the newcomer always does the first time they're introduced to make the audience adapt to and love them faster)
(Also +200 XP each)
Posted on 2012-07-14 at 10:31:04.
Edited on 2012-07-14 at 11:09:17 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Was that soon enough for you?
Pharast 7
Northern Kamelands
En Route
The route Achuak had drawn up skirted around the northeastern horn of the forest and then trekking southeast in a wide arc around the territory of the creatures that the little kobold would not name but would speak in hateful epithets about.
On the first day the party entered the hilly region that dominated half of the greenbelt alongside the Narlmarches, known to the locals as the Kamelands. The rocky hills rose out of the grasslands, dotted by the eponymous kames—rocky mounds of ancient stone strewn about the land. The natural incline of the terrain and the tall brown and yellow grasses of the region slowed travel a bit.
By the first hour the attentive traveller began to see great, strange patterns in the kames, vaguely resembling ancient way-markers or long-forgotten barrows in some places, in others appearing to follow no discernible plan, but nevertheless seeming to line up in some pattern or another. And then in other places it was easy to chide one's imagination for getting away from them on the long journey.
The party was not far from stopping to make camp after their first day of travel when over the crest of a low hill they spotted a group of wild boars. The trio all squealed and turned to face the party. The large male of the three pawed the ground and made a warning clak-clak-clak noise with its tusks.
(Your move; Sordin wins highest initiative. The three boars are lined up about 60ft/12sq. in front of you. Don't forget to step off the wagon first if you plan to attack them. Also carry on wrap-up backposts as needed.)
Posted on 2012-07-09 at 05:06:04.
Edited on 2012-07-09 at 05:10:37 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Alright, it's looking time to move on.
[Supper]
"Sorry. You'll have to give us more reason to seek it out, we're not going to go out of our way to fight a bear just because an old man was wondering if there was a temple in the woods. Who knows, you may have better luck with someone else, I'm not the most pious sort."
“Oh, of course. I didn't mean to seem like I was asking you to do something for me without reward. I was hoping merely to confirm my...” he let out a good natured self-mocking chuckle, “'rumours', as they were, before drawing out any further plans.”
Jhod appeared to notice for the first time that by some odd circumstance he had finished his meal. “Oh, pardon me dear sir—I don't wish to disturb you unnecessarily,” he apologized. He gathered his cup and plate. “Anyway, just know that if you need any help, I'll be here.”
Before Sordin could respond, the priest's attention seemed to be diverted elsewhere, “Oh, Svetlana dear, let me help you with all that firewood.”
The Rahadoumi paladin couldn't tell if he had been apologized to, pitied, or simply escaped. Possibly a mixture of all three.
[Party]
The guards smiled and murmured sounds of agreement of a celebration, but looked to their commanding officer before they went all in.
“I think I'll turn in early tonight,” said Kesten. “You lot enjoy yourselves tonight—just be ready for an early morning.” He left to a small chorus of cheers. Rather than going to his tent, though, the morose guard captain climbed one of the ladders to the top of the palisade. His silhouette stayed there for a good part of the celebration, looking out over the south wall.
Oleg happily supplied the necessary fuel for the celebratory mood. The remaining three guards, as well as the travelling hunter all took to celebration with gusto, and Jhod merrily volunteered to show the others a card game played in his native Galt, far to the south, though he kept his own liquor consumption well within moderation.
(Now it's up to you how smashed y'all wanna get—don't dwell on it for too long, look forward to my next post coming soon taking us one a whirlwind adventure southeast to the kobold caverns.)
Posted on 2012-07-09 at 01:52:36.
Edited on 2012-07-09 at 05:04:52 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Hehe
I was pondering on and off over the last few weeks what possible weaknesses or contingencies you might exploit to pick her up and what kind of pyrotechnics she might set off attempting to flee the Big Bad Government Conspiracy. 
This makes it official. Danika is the best superhero. Y'all ain't got nothin' to say 'bout it. She is simply the best at what she does. Unsung hero of the coffee service industry.
I'm getting tired. I should quit before I start believing myself.
Posted on 2012-07-07 at 07:27:16.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Just a few more things and a party left to go.
[Kobold Bounty]
At first it seemed like Oleg was going to be angry, but before he got his chance to explode he seemed to remember his manners and settled on being peeved at the little kobold’s accusations.
“Now listen here you, I don’t know anymore about that poster than I do about what they’re doing with these charters or why it took two months for them to finally send me some guards. I moved out here exactly to get away from all that bureaucracy and politics.
“All I know is that the Sootscale tribe has been here since before even Svetlana and I moved into this old border fort and it wasn’t until recently that people came telling of kobolds getting hostile. That’s when they put up the poster to see what was making you all so riled up—you may notice it says to ‘make peace’—assuming that there is a chance that your people still want peace with the trappers in this area.”
Oleg’s momentary ire fizzled down and he took a seat. He sighed and his tone became conversational. “As for these traps of yours, I don’t know a trapper damn fool enough to go looking for game that far from the forest. Any trapper worth his salt marks their traps so that others don’t happen into them by mistake. I don’t know who might be setting this traps, but they’ve got no business working these woods if they’re as careless as you say.”
Sylvia chose that moment to sneak up and grapple the little kobold into a hug.
“I’ll speak on you and your people’s behalf after we help them. I would rather coexist than fight.” She let the little kobold down, though her voice was steady her posture and eyes gave away her true feelings. Turning to Oleg she bowed politely. “Whoever put the, bounty, on the kobolds. Please I'd like to speak with them after our next escapade is done and see if we can't sort out the misgivings.”
Oleg’s eyebrows raised, and a touch of a smile came to his face. “I wish you luck with that, then, girlie. It’s the same people you and I both work for—the Swordlords of Restov.”
(Sylvia leaves, this space here for Achuak’s apology as discussed with Ray, explaining how the little kobold is somewhat stressed with the fact that his people are being destroyed from within and now he finds that they potentially face more threats from without)
“You know something, Achuak? The way I figure it, you’re either in the best position to help you’re people through the coming months, or the worst.” Oleg looked thoughtfully at the parchment Achuak had given him. He crushed it in one movement and chucked it into the fire. “It seems to me one way or another a whole lot of people are going to be coming to live in these lands soon, and the best way to make sure you don’t get swept aside in all that change is by being one of the people doing the changing.” The trading post master leaned back against the wooden table. “Either that or you fight back until it overwhelms you, and in all my years’ experience as a trapper and then a trader, I’ve found that nature favours those who can adapt to survive.”
[Midnight]
When the full moon reached it’s zenith in the night sky, Ortlieb slipped out into the courtyard, taking care to be quiet. He had notified Oleg ahead of time, but still he preferred not to disturb anyone’s sleep as he went about his business. Contrary to a few days ago, the night wasn’t too cold, though it was still cool.
The half-orc undid the thick wooden post that held the gates shut. Opening one door just enough to admit the passage of his bulk, he crept out into the night. Using the light of the unimpeded full moon and his own suburb racial vision he easily found his way to one of the small copses of trees that grew around the grasslands in this region.
Ortlieb hefted up the axe he had borrowed and pressed the blade to one of the tree’s branches. He lined up where he would sever the limb and gave thanks to the tree. The Green Faith taught that all things possessed a vital spirit worthy of respect and deserving of attention. It took only a couple strong whacks to fully sever the limb.
After he removed the twigs sticking out from the branch, he sat down at the best of the tree, stripping the bark with his large knife. The druid hummed a song while he worked, carefully whittling down the piece of wood in hands into something with shape and form.
The moon was well into its descent by the time he finished.
[Morning]
Contrary to his norm, Ortlieb was not among the first awake. It was not until halfway through breakfast that the half-orc rose from his slumber.
After breakfast he helped Oleg brush off the horses and hook them up to the wagon one last time. Achuak described their route around the tree already landmarked on the map to the rest of the party.
Sylvia slipped away while Kesten was assuring them that he and his men would keep a steady watch on the Post and that they need not fear an attack on their base of operations while they were away. It was no secret who she was going to visit.
Ortlieb was in the stables with Ramathu, apparently bidding farewell to Oleg’s old pony Claptrap. He rose at once when he saw Sylvia come in. He held out his hand, palm down. Something was trapped in his mighty fist. “For you.”
Ortlieb placed the tiny wooden statuette he had spent part of the night carving in her open palms. It was a wooden totem of a gorilla, standing on its hind legs. A rune was graven into its chest. The craftsmanship was rough, but obviously carved with care, and the eyes were kind of adorable. They reminded her of Ramathu.
“Druidic writing is mostly like Taldane, using combinations of letters to represent sounds and words, but it also has several symbols that stand for basic concepts that are significant to druidism. This one stands for the World. Unity. The Whole. It means that no matter how far we are apart, we are still on the same world, under the same sun and stars. It is my way of saying ‘Remember me—I will remember you: we will meet again.’”
[Departure]
Ortlieb saw the Greenbelt party off before pointing his feet east to Restov from where he would begin the journey that would take him to the southern forests of the River Kingdoms.
(Just because I have brought the time line around to the Departure doesn’t mean our stay at Oleg’s is over. We are in the wrapping-up of the downtime, though, so if you have things you want to get to, don’t delay. I suppose we could go on, but that begins to stretch the backposting a bit. Note that Junn either is currently or will soon be trying to get a party started beginning around just after Oleg and Achuak talk, just after supper.)
Posted on 2012-07-07 at 07:17:29.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Guess who is from the Mwangi Expanse?
Yet another reason why Ortlieb loves her as a friend only XD
Chick is too pink, too small, and too skinny. Not even a vestigial tusk on her.
Posted on 2012-07-06 at 20:26:55.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: For your benefit
Upon request, I have fashioned a NPC Roster on the first page of this Q&A for you. I didn't have a lot of space, so you'll have to scroll down a bit to see it, but I fit it in with the Chronology. You may even feel inclined to linger a while on the The World section, browse through some of the details that don't come up in the story directly.
Posted on 2012-07-06 at 08:21:40.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Hehe
XD you know who's really the lightest character despite their size?
Junn
Bugger's 6 and a half feet, but weighs less than Sordin... of course being an elf means he's got no meat on them bones, but still XD
Posted on 2012-07-06 at 01:52:34.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Two compliments and a wish... rather two wishes and a gift.
[Supper]
At supper Ortlieb made official the announcement that he and Ramathu would be leaving the following morning while the Greenbelt party themselves were leaving for the Sootscale caverns. He cited the reasons and apologies that he had given to Sylvia and Achuak in brief, explaining that the climate was just too cold here for Ramathu, and that he would be travelling south through the River Kingdoms by the Sellen River, hoping to visit the strange and fantastical forests around north of Kyonin.
During supper, Sordin soon found himself seated between Jhod, the travelling priest, and Kesten, the leader of the Post’s guards. He soon found this was no accident. Kesten was a moody sort who visibly worked up the effort to hold a conversation. He asked if there had been an older Varisian man among the bandits slain at Thorn Ford (there hadn’t). He explained that he worked with a mercenary once by the name of Falgrim Sneeg who robbed the group he was with and fled to this region to become a bandit.
“If you do find the thieving coward, bring him back alive, if you can. There’s a reward in it for you all if you bring him in either way, but if he’s alive to face his punishment, my contacts will be happier to make it more worth your while.” After that he returned to his drink and said nothing for the rest of the night, when not giving order to his men.
Not long after, Jhod attempted to engage him in a conversation about the rumours he’s heard of lost ruins and treasure populating the Greenbelt. It was obvious there was something on the priest’s mind that he was getting to, so Sordin let the man go on (with or without much response, as you decide fitting).
“Truth be told,” Jhod admitted sheepishly, “there is one particular, ah, rumour that has caught my attention especially. I figure, since you’ll be spending a fair bit of time exploring this area, you might be able to put it to rest for me. You see it seems worship of Erastil is not uncommon in the more rural parts of this area, as it often is. There is something about the teachings of ‘Old Deadeye’ that appeals to small-town folk. Lead by example and good deeds and none of this flowery rhetoric stuff. But I’m rambling again, I’m sorry my good man.
“Anyway, it seems some people think there may be a temple dedicated to Erastil, lost somewhere out there in the Narlmarch Woods. Oh, and I suppose I should mention it would seem, ah, rumour holds that the temple is guarded by a fierce bear. I suppose I know it sounds strange, but so do most rumours about these areas, hey?. Would you keep an eye out for this old priest?”
(Sordin gets the sense that the balding man may not be telling him everything; you can make a Diplomacy at anytime during the following conversation to press the matter. Also, while both are talking to Sordin, anyone at the table can choose to respond to either of them.)
[Sylvia Alone, approximately just after the beginning of Supper]
There was a loud, obvious groan of the floorboards at the entrance of the guest house. Sylvia did not have to turn to see whose bulk had caused such a protest. She wiped the tears from her eyes but kept her face hidden for the moment.
“You’ve been crying.” Ortlieb stated flatly in his low, gentle basso.
“H-How did you know?”
“The walls told me,” he said, then immediately abandoned his attempt at levity.
“Look,” he said, easing down onto the cot next to hers, “Goodbye doesn’t have to mean forever. Who knows, maybe next summer things will be different and I’ll come back north to visit you. Ramathu would be fully grown by then—he’ll be taller than you easily.” A moment of silence passed.
“What I’m trying to say is… I won’t say goodbye either. I have something I want to give to you, too, but it’s not done yet. I will give it to you before you leave tomorrow. That way we’ll both have something.”
(Assuming Sylvia doesn’t trust her own emotional state right now enough to say anything, Ortlieb will understand and let her be for the night.)
Before he left the half-orc paused at the door. “Also, you should eat something. You’re too skinny, girl.”
(+2 new quests; Svetlanna’s Ring, and a Wanted quest from Kesten)
(+1 new quest; Temple of the Elk from Jhod)
Posted on 2012-07-05 at 23:53:19.
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Topic: What I saw on facebook
Subject: Linkages
You can make a link out of something by throwing in
[a href= (web address here) ] (The words you want here) [/a]
Only replacing the ] [ square brackets with pointed ones ><
I don't know what part you leave out if you want to make the address and the text part the same, since I always use the feature to plant links directly into the text of my posts.
For everyone else's benefit, I linked that biz here, Farnsworth you know what you're talking about.
EDIT: as for images, I can't quite remember that process, but it'd best to avoid throwing too many of those around unless they are entirely awesome and necessary, like the cabbage-thing from the formating thread
Posted on 2012-07-05 at 21:14:38.
Edited on 2012-07-05 at 21:17:32 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Welll...
He's not quite gone yet. Give him the evening to rest before you're off with him XD
As for translation, Achuak does speak pretty good Taldane, even if its not the best.
Posted on 2012-07-05 at 20:08:21.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Ortlieb has some things to say before he has to go.
(In the spirit of moving things along, I’ve decided to exploit the ability of play-by-post to run multiple scenarios simultaneously with back-posts to get all the necessary storytelling in with the roleplaying at once. Just mark the sections of your post as you have been doing with [Takahashi] or [Supper] etc.)
[Ortlieb & Sylvia]
Ortlieb approached Sylvia sometime before supper. Of all the people, she was the first who deserved to know. She had been so accepting of him and Ramathu, after all.
“I’m afraid I must go,” he said without preamble. It would be best to get to the point quickly, he thought. “I had come here with high hopes that I could be a part of this expedition to explore the Greenbelt. While some of the others didn’t quite accept me, I would stay for your sake, at least.
“It is not because of the fighting that I must go.” The druid paused to choose his words. “Ramathu and I are accustomed to much warmer climes than those found in Brevoy. My friend is a mountain dweller, and so more used to the cold than others of his kind. I had thought that this far north would not be too cold for us. Perhaps it is not—perhaps it is only that it is too sudden a transition for us. Yet it remains, Ramathu ill liked the snow that fell a few days ago, and I was not fond of it either. Maybe I will be able to return someday, but I think the cold here in winter will be too much for Ramathu and I all at once.”
The barrel-chested half-orc shifted uncomfortably. Any pretence of short goodbyes had been quashed. He was terribly unhappy to have to leave this one that had accepted him and declared him family so readily. He tried to keep his emotions out of his voice, but he was only mostly successful. “Try not to put too much weight on the quarrels that have been seen so far. These things are expected when tribes first come together and everybody wants to do what they want. Give them time for egos to settle, and I think you will find that you will all be able to get along a little better. If not, and if you have time, perhaps you could come look for me. Maybe even you will have the chance after you are finished exploring—settling new territory for a clan is hard work for everyone, the leaders included, but after all that is done, maybe you will have the time and servants enough that you could spare a messenger to catch up.”
He looked at the little girl. She was young and impulsive now, but he thought that once she had grown up a little and the years matured her outlook, she could be a fine adventurer.
[Ortlieb & Achuak]
The towering half-orc caught up with Achuak just before dinner was ready, holding a small roll of paper in his massive hand. He took a seat next to the kobold to mitigate the extreme difference in their height somewhat.
“We are alike in many ways, Achuak, and not just the colour of our hides. Perhaps we could have gotten to be friends, had we gotten to know each other. I came here to give this to you.” He placed the paper in Achuak’s scaled hand. The kobold peeked at its contents and saw that it was Ortlieb’s copy of the Greenbelt charter. “I know I promised that Ramathu and I would help you rescue your people, and it pains me that I must leave without seeing this task to completion. Ramathu was not meant for this cold climate, and I fear I was not, either. Maybe with time we will grow accustomed to the cold, but I fear Brevoy is too much cold too quickly for us.
“I am not worried, however, that your people will be free of their oppressor. This group only met barely a week ago, and they are still getting over meeting each other—learning how to deal with each other’s eccentricities, my mentor would have said…” The half-orc paused a moment. “Learning how far they can throw each other, my mother would have said.”
[Supper]
(will post actions at supper soon; I’m posting these two ahead of time to give folks something to work with while I work.)
Posted on 2012-07-05 at 00:03:37.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: In further news
In more news, I have subtracted the cost of two packs of bolts from the party wealth for Achuak.
Also, if no one has any objections to liquidating the chaff loot (Leather Armour, Longbows, etc. the stuff that we already have equal or better armour to) I can turn it into sweet shinies for you.
Chaff Loot
-Leather Armour (6) +60G
-Longbows (6) +450G
-Daggers (3) -Sylvia took one +6G
-Studded Leather Armour (unless someone wants to switch from Leather to Studded; The stat diff is +1 armour bonus (3), -1 Armour Check Penalty (-1), -1 Max Dex (+5) and 5 lbs heavier.) +25G
Oleg doesn't have the spare moneys to buy both the masterwork handaxes, but he can arrange for more funds by next week.
Posted on 2012-07-04 at 20:44:12.
Edited on 2012-07-04 at 20:45:46 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Takahashi-san
Yes, I should most definitely get on that adding of details. Ortlieb hasn't declared his departure yet but he's definitely on his way soon.
In other news, Aria's guard insists that it is his assigned duty to watch the prisoners, but he would welcome the company if she wanted to join him for a bit.
Posted on 2012-07-04 at 19:06:56.
Edited on 2012-07-04 at 20:27:22 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: For the record
To save Achuak some speech-making, it shall be assumed that everyone already plans to set out at first light tomorrow in the direction of Achuak's heading to explore and clear the troubles from the kobold warren. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, that is the plan for now, and everyone remembers that this was what was agreed upon and planned.
Posted on 2012-07-04 at 05:32:48.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: On our way from misery to happiness today. Or maybe just more arguing, I can't say
Pharast 5
Northern Narlmarches
Thorn Ford Camp
The party returned to the freshly scoured bandit camp and set themselves up there for the night. It was decided to set up a watch against the possible return of Nikodim or the nameless sentry, unlikely though it seemed. Besides which, the Greenbelt held other dangers, far more threatening than bandits. Not long before everyone had settled down a distant but piercing howl arose. It was soon joined by a choir of others on the hunt.
There was no danger in the light of the fire and the sound was too distant for them to be hunting anywhere nearby, but the effect was chilling. A subtle reminder of how short the light of the fire reached and how enveloping the surrounding darkness was by comparison. (+8hp Ramathu)
The night passed without further incident. The morning brought a thin groundcover of snow that neither Sylvia nor Ramathu liked very much at all. The hostages awoke with their hands bound and their wounds treated. Without much fuss, Ortlieb got the horses hitched up to the cart and the party all managed to squeeze in more or less, a little tight with the addition of the two prisoners.
A couple hours after they began travelling they came upon the eviserated carcass of a large elk. Ortlieb examined it for a moment and pointed out the tracks of the four wolves—those northern cousins of jackals—that took it down and fed upon its entrails.
They camped that night in the forest, then set off again the next day, arriving at Oleg's in the afternoon.
(Party back at full health)
Pharast 6
South Rostland
Oleg's Trading Post
There were several new arrivals since the Greenbelt Party left the previous night. The trapper who had asked about a man named Breeg Orlivanch was there at the post, as well as three guards led by a man named Kesten Garess, who according to Oleg arrived the day after the party set out. The guards set up tents in the shadow of the palisade.
When the party entered the courtyard, there was a small chorus of cheers, and Oleg's frown almost came loose entirely at the sight of the victorious return. “Did you run into the legendary Tuskgutter out there?” asked on of the guards with a wry grin.
“Or perhaps the famous unicorn of the Narlmarches?” asked the trapper from before.
“Or maybe just an entire bandit camp crushed in three days?” Oleg said with satisfaction. “I don't mean to be taking your prisoners from you, but it seemed better to put them to work, keep idle hands busy, rather than just sitting there wasting away waiting for you to return,” he gestured to where Tanya and Stephan were cleaning out the middens, overseen by one of the new guards.
The other new arrival showed up only the day before. Jhod Kavken, a middle-aged travelling cleric and hunter, priest of Erastil (god of farming, hunting, and family; see Q&A for more info). He offered his help to the Greenbelt party in the form of cheap spellcasting and other services that could be offered by a hunter-priest of Erastil.
Oleg was surprised to see the small green kobold that had joined the party, but when he saw that the little creature was eternally polite and well-mannered and had personally shot that she-devil Kressle at least once, he decided he didn't mind putting Achuak up for the night while he was helping the others.
Introductions were still being made and fresh prisoners transfered to holding when a knock came at the gates. Svetlana went to greet the hunter or trapper who had arrived while discussions were going on, but when she opened the gate to admit the traveller, she immediately realized this was no local woodsman.
“I come seeking the Greenbelt party. Is this Oleg's Trading Post?”
Svetlana nodded absently, then remembering her manners, opened the door wider to allow the stranger in. “Please come in.”
The man stepped compliantly into the Post without a word, drawing the attention of those in the courtyard. He was tall, almost as tall as Ortlieb, though his build was not as thick as the half-orc's. His foreign heritage was not one seen in the Inner Sea region commonly, from over the Crown of the World, from the same distant country as Aria's human parentage, in Tian-Xia.
He wore his black hair in a short tight ponytail and a neatly trimmed goatee. He wore a cuirass covered in small hexagonal plates with a plated skirt—trained eyes would equate this to a studded leather jacket. At his side he had a long curved sword and there was a short bow across his back. It seemed he had walked the way from Restov.
The stranger stood on the threshold and looked at the company gathered in the courtyard, saying nothing.
Posted on 2012-07-04 at 05:26:39.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: My challenge is to make the villains offensive enough that you actually work together XD
Ortlieb rumbled his voice for attention once more. “I hate to interrupt your… discussions, but I believe I have found something you should see.”
He had cast his own spell-light for the others to see. “Here, I have found tracks. Horses and a wagon. They go north, not south to the river ford. There may be something nearby still.”
The long-haired half-orc followed the tracks along the road for a distance, before they broke off into the forest. Hidden among the trees was the wagon, including the familiar cussing voice of Happs Bydon. He groaned when he saw who was approaching in the light and grumbled a half dozen curses lowly.
He was laying in the back of the wagon, propped up. He was buried under a couple blankets—probably under the doctor’s orders to stay still until his body healed up from its many grievous injuries. Besides the horses, he was alone, by all appearances.
“Just me, I’m afraid,” he said, “If you’re looking for your friend, Kressle’s ‘new lieutenant’ buggered off as soon as the others left to set up the ambush—I can see that went well. He came back a moment later and took a horse. Said we fools were hardly any better than you lot. He hoped our boss was at least half-way competent and then took off.”
Having said his peace, he let his head roll back. “I ain’t gonna scream for my life like some piss-pants babe. If you’re going to kill me, get over with it. If not, though, I have… other services I can offer to the ladies.” He gave Sylvia a sly look and raised an eyebrow. “I assume Kressle is no longer in a position to be jealous, anyhow.”
Posted on 2012-07-02 at 07:34:46.
Edited on 2012-07-02 at 07:35:39 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Happy Birthday Canada!
Subject: June 30? July 1? Is there a difference?
Hehe, yesterday at work people kept telling me 'Happy Canada Day'. After a while I figured they were probably onto something. The real tip-off was the party still on-going at 4 am last night.
A hundred, though? That I didn't know.
Posted on 2012-07-01 at 21:04:40.
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Topic: Kingmaker Campaign
Subject: Diplomacy is Diplomatic
After some argument the issue came down to a vote. Junn wanted to end the bandits’ lives now (with one still conscious, looking fearfully on the proceedings). Sylvia didn’t care about any of the bandits, but was only concerned about interrogating the sadistic leader. Aria felt that the bandits should be given a second chance—just one, note—to mend their ways. Sordin made it clear that he thought the sentry bandit, now leaning against the base of the tree, should be allowed to go, but as a known traitor to the bandits, such that he could not rejoin them. For the rest he leaned slightly in favour of keeping them prisoner.
Achuak cared not for the bandits’ predicament, so the vote came down even to a tie. Aria recommended a compromise—to kill half of them and keep the other half as prisoners at Oleg’s. Namely she suggested the two still conscious for life (though captivity only for one), as well as her first dance partner, adding up to just under half of the bandits, of which only two prisoners.
As before Achuak stated that he hoped to finish matters quickly, and that those to be killed (whether the compromise was accepted or not) would be killed quickly and painlessly as possible. He was dubious that Kressle had any further information to give the party, and was against the idea of torturing her.
Posted on 2012-07-01 at 21:02:04.
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Topic: Kingmaker Q&A
Subject: Oop, forgot that Junn grabbed the loot.
(first post after crash)
I almost forgot to list the loots Junn found. Under less interesting supplies like food, tents, and firewood, there was the bandits' treasure supply of:
Loot
-Silver Earrings (Pair) ???G
-Wooden Music Box ???G
-Furs and Hides (3) Crates ???G
-Polished Wooden Case
---Green Herbal Liquor (8.) Bottles ???G
-Thunderstones (2)
-93.21G (90 Gold, 321 Silver)
-Leather Armour (6)
-Longbows (6)
-Short Swords (6)
-Whole Lotta Arrows
-Studded Leather Armour
-Masterwork Handaxes (2)
-Daggers (4)
-Silver Stag Skull Amulet
-145G
EDIT
I polished off the loot list to be more presentable.
Posted on 2012-07-01 at 09:30:31.
Edited on 2012-07-04 at 08:13:15 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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