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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: adf
I gotta say, I don't know if I should be impressed or concerned that Sehanine, while plotting against everyone she meets, trusts absolutely no person she ever meets regardless of circumstance.
Posted on 2014-07-22 at 04:36:47.
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Topic: Review of 5e
Subject: asdf
This sounds moderately interesting ish.
I'll at least give a try before arbitrarily dismissing it as trash, I suppose. 
Posted on 2014-07-22 at 00:49:31.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: mkpl;sdf
So, some quick numbers.
Everyone regains 6hp from a night's sleep. Even in a cupboard. I'm generous.
I split the remainder of the looted gold amongst the four who hadn't received their share. Additionally the masterwork chain shirt went to Tristan, stats have been adjusted.
If you look towards the first page of the Q&A, you will see your quests and whatnot have been updated. FEEL FREE TO PERUSE.
Something I should add, technically your "quest" for Isiah is not yet finished, because you're waiting for payment, but I'm going to be doing something non-standard when it comes to completing quests and rumours and the like. So it will be in your interest to check that out.
And ball in your court ladies and gents.
Posted on 2014-07-21 at 03:35:18.
Edited on 2014-07-21 at 03:39:14 by Grugg
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Updato
Early Morning, Isiah’s Farm, Schell
The Favoured had again woken haphazardly, an unpleasant trend that one could only hope would not prove the norm. They were “heroes” now, not only merely in name, as their exploits at the farm seemed to prove the night before, and heroics usually required a good night’s sleep. Exploring the border being life and death before being rudely awoken by the incessant cursing of a bound criminal seemed the sort of thing that would take a toll if done repeatedly.
Their rising had been with good timing, and they spotted their concerned host approaching as they stepped out into the harsh light of day. Calopee, having extricated herself from a store cupboard before rejoining the others, was particularly concerned to see Isiah’s livestock seemed to have sensed their master’s presence, as the seemingly ubiquitous goat emerged from the wheat field with a friendly bleat towards the approaching townsfolk. Where the goat had been in the fracas the night before would remain a mystery, but there was no disguising the goat’s gaze as it turned toward the wee Halfling and definitely gave what could only be described as a wink.
Isiah seemed unperturbed by the decidedly unnatural machinations of the horned miscreant, his focus instead on the devastation wrought upon his home. True, his homestead itself stood largely undisturbed save a non-trivial searching, and the damage was far less than the bandits had possibly intended, but the shock of seeing the ash where his shed had once stood coupled with the collection of bodies and omnipresent blood stains seemed to reduce whatever he had originally thought to say to a stammer.
”Oh thank gods…I’d seen the smoke…I’d thought.” The remains of his storehouse still fueling a billowing pillar seemed to occupy his mind. ”What…what happened?”
The group seemed to retract from the question. Relos remained silent, he had vowed to protect Isiah and his lands, and though he had done so to the best of his ability, the damage to the property remained a stark reminder he had more to learn. Tristan brought the brim of his hat down to cover his face and Malachi simply turned away, making his way back to the hut as Sehanine stepped up to the plate.
"Sadly such things could not have been avoided. We had hoped to parley but that quickly proved impossible. They came bearing torches and had intended to burn this all to the ground. We stopped them. They were a nefarious bunch, and I am thankful that you and your boys escaped to safety.”
Isiah nodded absently as Sehanine paused. There was no doubt he appreciated the job done, but it was clear he was thrown by the results.
"Two of them really went through your hut in search of something. I wonder what it could be... The thug we have chained up inside didn't seem to know anything. You can talk to him if you'd like."
Isiah’s face remained fraught with confusion. ”I…I have no idea what they were…searching you say…” He walked absently towards the rubble that had once been a store shed, laying a booted foot on one of the few remaining charred beams, testing his weight against it. ”All I ever tried to do was work the land for an honest living…I cannot…I don’t know…”
As Isiah continued to gaze wistfully at the ash pile he had once owned, the ragtag local militia began making their way forward, one stopping by Sehanine as the others made their way towards Isiah.
”You say there’s one chained in the hut? One of the men that attacked here?”, he spoke with the sort of authority one put on when they didn’t know where their standing was in their conversation, ”We could take him off your hands to face the town’s justice.”
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Across the lot, a pair of villagers approached Tristan and Relos, casting cursory glances over to the collection of bodies. The majority of the bandits’ gear remained piled beside them, the Favoured having left it aside save a few choice items. The villagers looked at their own armaments; one carried a well-worn meat cleaver, the other little more than a fire poker. One of them, a teenaged boy given his proportions and relatively smooth face, finally worked up the courage to ask his question.
”Beggin’ yer pardons, sirs.”, the man’s voice had the hint of a shake to it, ”…but were ya plannin’ on just…leavin’ those there?”
He gestured towards the collection of swords and armour, and his companion nodded vigorously before joining in the request.
”There’s not much we haf’, in terms of arm’ments ya’see.”, he held his fireplace poker up in a show of futility, ”…an’ the guard don’t haf’ much themselves…could really help us, ya’know, hold our own?”
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Isiah turned away from the remains of his shed, striding back towards the group, seemingly having regained his composure.
”You’re speakin’ truth, you did surely protect the farm for my boys and I,” the man’s grin showed signs of returning, ”…and the fields are largely untouched, I’ll still get fair price for this harvest. I’ll have your gold in a day’s time.”
He began to walk towards his hut, catching sight of the ransacking inside. Shaking his head briefly, he turned to face the group.
”You’re staying at the Dragon, aren’t ya?”
(OOC: For the day’s updates and whatnot.)
Posted on 2014-07-21 at 03:26:20.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: I gotta say
I ask sarcastically for everyone to post in a day and you do.
I love you guys, I really do. You're stupid awesome.
Posted on 2014-07-21 at 01:17:21.
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Topic: Welcome to the Dungeon
Subject: Bloop
He had watched cautiously it was not yet the time for action, his years lent him that instinct. His hope the others would provide some semblance of an explanation for their shared plight seemed fruitless, each seemed as confused as he had been upon opening his eyes. His fingers still idly raked the earth beneath him, stopping as they found purchase in a softer, gooier substance. He glanced down curiously, his eyes having only just adjusted to the light, and a sight of a mess of worms greeted his eyes. Wherever they were, it was indeed a strange place.
The drow woman had seemed pre-occupied with some unseen presence since her awakening, the poor disfigured creature and the lupine man more interested in one another than their predicament, so the old man turned his attention to the dragonkin. He watched as it looked over the pedestal that formed the center of their prison, its eyes lighting up as they focused on the light at its top. Something of interest perhaps?
Before the old man could rise and inspect this apparent discovery, the mongrel snapped into action, lunging unexpectedly and tearing the torch from the pedestal, its light sending shadows dancing around the room in unexpected ways. The kobold seemed almost taken aback, beginning to speak before the sudden retraction of the column interrupted whatever thoughts were had. The whole it revealed was filled with inky blackness, and the old man's eyes could not pierce its mystery.
"I shall make the climb down first," the kobold said to the group, "Unless someone else desires the honor?"
The old man nodded, standing and making his way to beside the hole. His proximity provided no further revelations about the darkened pit, save the presence of the ladder that hung precariously as if over a waiting mouth.
"Perhaps our torchbearer would be so kind as too accompany you?", the old man asked with a rye smile at the creature that had dislodged the lamp in the first place. "My old eyes would appreciate the help."
(OOC: Will wait for some light to make its way down then will follow.)
Posted on 2014-07-20 at 17:00:07.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdf
Technically I could probably update with what I've got, but I'll leave a little time for Philo to throw something in. Update tonight though.
Posted on 2014-07-20 at 14:43:45.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: wdef
While I have heard from Jozan, he is not yet committed to retaking the reigns on Relos, though he is getting closer to having the time.
With that in mind, we're at 50% posting, so just Philoschnozzle to drop that hot wisdom.
Alternative is hiding in my mouth for safety.
And if you do that, you have to post anyway, so yeah.
Posted on 2014-07-20 at 04:39:27.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Well
This is unacceptable to me.
We shall re-capture the steam, using a large net.
Composed of you guys posting.
I would like to update tomorrow...so let's recapture the magic and all post in like...12 hours. Right?
Posted on 2014-07-20 at 00:05:35.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Yep
Do we need some mouth-to-mouth here?
Posted on 2014-07-19 at 23:44:02.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Ahem
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Posted on 2014-07-16 at 14:05:10.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: lsdf
Im just a little out of sorts so an update would get me back into my flow.
Posted on 2014-07-16 at 00:23:53.
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Topic: Introduction a La Axiomatic
Subject: Holy crap
Well you certainly post like wildfire. Not complaining.
Welcome to the Inn.
Posted on 2014-07-15 at 00:49:26.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Whoops
Duly noted, and adjusted.
Posted on 2014-07-13 at 21:40:09.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Update
Alright ladies and gents and rocks and spirits of celery, UPDATE IS UP.
Took a few liberties to advance things, because A) It's been too long and B)Somehow we still didn't have a huge consensus.
Unless the rest of the group is alright with Calopee taking all the gold, only the chain has been claimed, so everything else has been put in the collective holdings that can be seen in the first post of this thread.
Any questions or whatever can be posted here, otherwise I'd like to get us back on track. Next update a week from today at the latest.
Posted on 2014-07-13 at 20:40:48.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: HIATUS OVER
Midnight, Isiah’s Farm, Schell
Bartellus’s tireless labour had saved the Favoured some time, though his callousness in stacking the bodies had left a macabre sight. While there was no doubt their adversaries had deserved their fate, the sight of a pile of lifeless bodies still gave chills to the assembled survivors. Only the charmed bandit seemed unperturbed, gleefully recounting the last time he’d seen a body pile of that size to anyone who would listen. Despite his magically induced friendly demeanour, his immoral outlook served a fine reminder to the group that eventually something would have to be done with him.
Malachi was the first to step away from the scene, making his way back towards Isiah’s main hut. He’d had his fill of looting bodies, his prize the serrated steel chain of their foe’s bearded leader. He reflected on the strangely effective team he and the others had formed while he made his way through Isiah’s door, called to the farmer’s stores by the rumbling in his stomach. They’d saved a season’s worth of wheat, perhaps Isiah’s cabinets could spare a small meal to restore his energy.
Though the riders had only managed a few moments in Isiah’s hut the signs of disarray were everywhere. Overturned chairs and flung open cupboards revealed the area of their search, though there seemed to be little to show for it. A wrapped package in the opened drawers caught Mal’s eye, and it was hard to tell if he was disappointed or pleased to find a serving of salted meat inside. Whatever the men had come searching for, it seemed likely they’d not found it, and a brief look around by Mal turned up similarly disappointing. Any questions that remained would have to wait for Isiah, it seemed.
Back outside, Calopee stood before the results of her work. She’d accounted for nearly half of the dead’s number, and a moderately uncharacteristic bout of concern marked her face. The paladin Relos strode over to her, seeming to sense her thoughts as they looked over the heap of bodies.
"What do we do with them? Surely this pile cannot stand as their last vigil? They were scum to be sure, but what are we if in our wake is left a pile of bodies?"
Relos nodded at the halfling’s words. He’d been taught evil men deserved what fates befell them, but there was still respect for the dead, regardless of their intentions in life. Wordlessly, the half-elf began laying the bodies out more respectfully, there was no room for a burial, but at the very least separating the corpses could give them a shred of dignity. The paladin quietly gave a prayer to Gian as he performed the last rites before both he and the Halfling headed into Isiah’s hut, their own rest fully on their mind as their aching bodies truly felt the deeds of the day.
Sehanine and Tristan too began their way inside, the ever cheery Bartellus in tow. Attempts at getting more information from the man seemed fruitless; it seemed he’d truly divulged everything he’d known. Jaron, from what they’d learned of him, was a thoughtful man, and leaving an expendable piece like Bartellus out of the loop seemed to fit his general description.
What to do with Bartellus was now the question of the hour, Sehanine’s enchantment would eventually expire and how the man would react afterwards was rather predictable. What he deserved was almost certainly as clear, though even the most pragmatic of the group thought poorly of killing a defenseless man who believed himself to be among friends. There was no possibility for debate while Bartellus was part of the conversation, but at Sehanine’s urging the man decided rest was the best course of action and made himself comfortable by the fire, his snoring soon providing ample evidence his senses were no longer overly active.
Even then, no real consensus could be made, and eventually a stopgap was agreed to, Tristan locking the man’s arms in manacles and binding his feet until an option was decided on. Any other decisions could wait until the morning, and the group finally allowed themselves to sleep, seeking comfort in the hut however they could find it. Their day had been long, but in a way satisfying. For good or ill, things were happening for Fortune’s Favoured.
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Sunrise, Isiah’s Hut, Schell
”F&#KING C**TS I’LL GUT YER F&#KING S#!TSACKS!”
The plethora of profanity awoke Malachi with a start, a glance to his side noting the unarmed and bound Bartellus writhing on the floor in a vain effort to close the distance between them. The compulsions toward civility had clearly expired, and waking up bound on a floor had done little for the man’s clearly short temper. Barring the utility of learning some new inventive curses, it seemed not gagging the man might have been a mistake.
Sunlight began streaming through the hut’s windows as the group arose, remembrance of the night’s events flooding back to them in what seemed a less painful repetition of their awakening the day before. Bartellus’s continued spewing of insults and threats was an unwelcome distraction, and the Favoured made their way outside for a respite from the man who hours before had been jovial, if not exactly pleasant.
The first light of the day had illuminated the results of the night prior, and the damage wrought was now painfully visible. The still smoking pile of ash that had once served as Isiah’s stores seemed oddly the least concerning, the well-trod earth surrounding the hut having been given a distinct red hue from the blood that had soaked into it the night before. Most eye grabbing were the eight bodies laid cleanly before the remains of the store shed. Even a casual glance in that direction gave a chill, as though Relos had done his best, there was little to disguise the events that had transpired. The hill behind the hut was a mess of torn up earth, the riders’ horses fleeing in a panic as the battle broke out. The interlopers had been dealt with, true, but at what cost?
The call of a familiar voice drew the attention of the Favoured away from the scene as the tanned form of Isiah rounded the bend in the path through the wheat fields, accompanied by a handful of locals in what appeared shabbily assembled armour and armed with whatever they’d seemed to have on hand.
”Oh thank gods…I’d seen the smoke…I’d thought.” Isiah’s thoughts came out in a jumble, his eyes darting around his home. ”What…what happened?”
(OOC: Alright, let’s get this rolling again. See Q&A)
Posted on 2014-07-13 at 20:38:58.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Bloop
Essentially I just need everyone to tell me they're...waiting for Isiah?
If I get a bullet point of what everyone's doing up until then, I can get an update in.
Also Malachi's laid claim to the chain, anyone else looking for something?
Posted on 2014-07-12 at 16:45:30.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Blarp
Back. Will read up, figure out where we're at and figure out what we need to do.
Posted on 2014-07-09 at 22:33:17.
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Topic: Olan's WDW Trivia App
Subject: asdf
Wish I could help, but I only communicate through smoke signals and frantic hand waving.
Sounds promising.
Posted on 2014-07-01 at 21:36:01.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Bloop
As of Wednesday, I am out of town for a week.
Posted on 2014-07-01 at 01:46:06.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: sadf
I vote we move as far away from the wheat as possible.
Wait...right.
Posted on 2014-06-30 at 03:23:24.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Bleep
So, Tristan and Calopee receive enough healing to return them to full health.
Relos lays on hands on himself for 12hp worth of healing.
Now...the loot, parsed collectively.
In total the bodies had:
235gp
8 Masterwork Shortswords
8 Suits of Masterwork Studded Leather Armour
1 Masterwork Spiked Chain
1 Masterwork Chain Shirt
5 Throwing Axes
Do what you will.
Also a remind, I am leaving on a vacation starting Wednesday July 2nd, so I will not be able to update for roughly a week from that day.
Posted on 2014-06-28 at 18:44:10.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISDOM
Shortly before Midnight, Isiah’s Farm, Schell
A collective sigh seemed to escape from Fortune’s Favoured as the stress of combat faded and the sudden realisation of the last few minutes of activity reached their aching muscles. The pain of the wounds they’d suffered seemed to flare up as their adrenaline receded, and a moment of quiet reflection on the danger they’d face was broken only by a loud *crack* as a supporting timber of the shed finally gave way and the flaming structure collapsed into a pile of expended fuel. Tristan made his way about the group, dispensing his divine energies as requested as well as passing a silvery-blue infusion over his own previously fatal wounds. Relos did the same to himself, channeling the healing power of his patron into his numerous wounds. It was then that Sehanine, uninjured in the fracas, rejoined the group, a new friend in tow.
“This is Bartellus. He’s kindly offered to help clean up this mess. Such a darling man…”
The elf had a wicked smile that at the very least seemed to disturb Calopee; her magical hold over Bartellus obvious as he went about dragging the corpses of his former comrades (and brother) along the ground into a more concentrated heap. The Halfling distracted herself with some friendly banter with Malachi as the enthralled Bartellus continued his grisly work. It seemed the pair of them had accounted for more than their share of the slain this night, though the tone of their conversation was distinctly light-hearted; even a playful jab at Tristan’s once precarious state was met with a witting smirk.
The conversation lasted only a minute and Malachi’s eyes turned to the men that had assaulted him outside the shed. Their bodies had yet to have been moved by Bartellus, the light cast by the burning remains of the shed danced on their corpses in what could be construed as some grim parody of life. The light seemed to illuminate something else on the bodies, and the keen eye of the Argent Blade spotted the flicker as he made his way over. Sighing with the troubling realisation that one of the newly anointed “Heroes of Schell” was looting a dead body, Mal nevertheless turned one of his former foes over for a quick reconnoitre. The others save Relos followed his lead, with Sehanine using her magic to scour over the bodies while Bartellus did the dirty work. The half-elven Paladin abstained, taking the moment to gain some quiet reflection as he turned away from his comrades.
The men had been lightly armed, perhaps befitting their role as swift raiders in the night, and there was little of value on them besides their weapons and coinpurses. Sehanine’s magical detection located nothing of note, whatever valuable loot these men had carried surely had been left behind at wherever they made a home for themselves, having not expected much in the way of a confrontation with a simple farmer’s hut it seemed. Calopee’s thorough search of the group’s bearded leader was similarly disappointing, a few loops on his belt that had seemed primed for carrying additional items seemed recently unstrapped, and save his chain and collection of coins little of value was found.
Bartellus finished his somber task shortly after the search of the bodies was completed, and those remaining standing gathered alongside the newly formed body pile. The witching hour was fast approaching and it seemed their duty to Isiah had been more or less fulfilled. The shed had been lost, its contents save the handful of seeds Malachi carried incinerated in the blaze, but the main hut still stood unmolested, the belongings inside only briefly disturbed as the Favoured had sprung their ambush before the ransacking had properly taken place. By the group’s wishes, Isiah had travelled back to Schell proper, and it would be a few hours before he should return, though the pillar of smoke rising from the shed’s remains might send a confusing message to any who looked towards the farm house.
Bartellus walked over to the assembled Favoured, wiping the sweat from his brow casually, his face still displaying the familiar grin brought on by Sehanine’s compulsion.
”F&%kers were heavy, no wonder they were too slow to stay standing.” the man gave a disturbing laugh as he mocked his dead friends. ”Well then…what’s next?”
(OOC: Loot and whatnot to be described in the Q&A.)
Posted on 2014-06-28 at 18:41:12.
Edited on 2014-06-28 at 18:41:36 by Grugg
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: asdfk
Got a little laid up with a sickness of sorts, will force an update out today.
Posted on 2014-06-28 at 16:20:57.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: right
Will get something up today/tomorrow.
Posted on 2014-06-27 at 02:00:39.
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