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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: vg
Whelp, unexpected laptop failure set me back a few days.
Top of the list tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-12-04 at 12:32:25.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: k
Sorry, been busy this week. Looking to have everything together come the weekend and we can start rolling.
Posted on 2017-11-29 at 05:28:45.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: k
Been inundated by obligations this week. Haven't had a chance to catch up. Will read through Fri.
Posted on 2017-11-29 at 05:27:47.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: gtyyuh
I'm assume cleric6/radiant2 Ayrn?
Tann you going with the ranger posted earlier?
Nomad I'll be getting to your pm tomorrow, have been a little preoccupied.
Posted on 2017-11-25 at 16:31:25.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: g
No rush, as long as everyone posts I will update.
Get better, do events, establish a theocracy on the moon...but just post when you're done that!
Posted on 2017-11-24 at 21:59:54.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: h
Love the portent, love the post.
Sure does look lonely all up on that page by itself though...
Posted on 2017-11-23 at 19:05:52.
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Topic: I'm thankful for you guys!
Subject: hb
Thanksgiving was a month ago, eh?
Still, always appreciate you all.
Posted on 2017-11-23 at 15:31:49.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: Gf
I personally find the idea undeniably dwarf-y
Posted on 2017-11-22 at 15:39:09.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: ji
I dig it. All good with me. Looking forward to the sheet.
Posted on 2017-11-22 at 10:12:51.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: oj
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-O-
--X
Posted on 2017-11-21 at 22:07:08.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: gvh
Update has brought us to the present. Feel free to post back to catch up, also feel free to post forward.
Posted on 2017-11-19 at 18:59:21.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: I hurt my back typing this
Late Afternoon, Formerly Jaron's Stronghold, Southwest of Schell
"Did you-...Di-...what wassat?" Tomas barely managed to get the words out. Despite his assumed position as "captain of the guard" the man was still obviously new the lifestyle.
The assembled townsfolk's heads could be mistaken for hinges the way they swung back and forth, darting from where the shadowy figure had stood moments ago, to the shattered remains of the once living statue to their own weapons, to the Favoured assembled behind them. For a brief time silence reigned, a moment of relief from the nervous tension that had been building among the inexperienced militia as they delved deeper into the keep. There was a sudden rush of adrenaline as the notion of their survival dawned on them.
"We're not dead." One said plainly, his eyes widening as he sheathed his blade.
" 'E is." Another said quietly, gesturing at the fragments of the petrified man.
Tomas took a few steps into the room hesitantly, his foot brushed against one of the granite shards and he shuddered. Gaining confidence from the still immobile granite shards' lack of aggression, he headed for the desk, poring over the notes that covered its surface.
"Rik', you can read, ya?" He waved over another of the militia, "Does this say Jaron? Is that..", he trailed off as he meekly pointed at the fragments, "...wassat Jaron?"
Rik peered at the words on the pages before him, nodding as he slowly read out "JEAR-ON" looking over at the shards before quickly catching himself and dropping his gaze. The man held forth a sheet of parchment. A bounty notice with a rough sketch of a man who resembled a clean shaven version of the petrified man. WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, JARON KARSTERIAN was scrawled under the drawing, BOUNTY PAYABLE BY HOUSE CAHIER
"We've got to tell the others." Tomas voice began to swell with a bit of joy, "Jaron's dead. He won't come fer us no'more!"
A cheer went up from the townsfolk militia as the looked over at the Favoured.
"We're in y'er debt, kind heroes.", Tomas began, "We'd never have gotten this far, weren't fer ya. I owes ya' a drink, hells whole town owes ya' a drink." He looked back at his men as they milled about, setting down their weapons and leaning against the walls to catch their breath, their ordeal over. He turned back to the Favoured, "Give us a few hours or so to rest up and we'll accompany ya' back home. Y'er a gift from the gods themselves."
(OOC: Plenty of time here for searching the area hence the procurement of your new loot. No trace remains of the shadowy figure remains. Any specific looting/searching/investigating can be done here while the militia takes a break before the journey back to Schell.)
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Early Evening the Following Day, The Bearded Dragon, Schell
The trip back to Schell was quiet, and far more jubilant. The townsfolk swapped stories about what they'd seen, exaggerating even to each other as if they'd not just been there. Tomas largely stayed quiet, listening to the others laugh and carry on. His smile was could not be hidden for long though, and upon arriving back in Schell and putting a few of Argos' ales in his belly he was singing the praises of Fortune's Favoured along with the rest of them. They seemed genuinely so overjoyed at the removal of Jaron's threat that the Favoured's actual lack of input into the matter seemed inconsequential. The tavern swiftly filled up as word spread, and soon a drunken Tomas was up atop a table, eagerly regaling the crowd.
"So...there we was...right-...right in the 'tick of't", He paused, staring off into the ceiling as if it wasn't there, "And Jaron turns, ya? 'E turns an' he...well...well he just smashes right? Into rocks! Befor' he can even spit!"
A hearty cheer rose from the captive throng as they listened to the story.
"An 'deres this other bloke, right? Right Rik? Ya saw 'im, ya Rik? Anyway...wat was I sayin'...oh ya he takes one look at'em there...", He waved wildly in the directions of the Favoured's table, his mug spraying a wave of ale out over the crowd and dangerously close to Calopee. "AN' HE JUST TAKES OFF LIK' THAT! SCARED OFF!"
Another cheer from the crowd, though between the number of times the story had been repeated and the amount of ale consumed it would be hard for any of the crowd to explain exactly why they had.
"So 'ere's to OUR HEROES!"
No confusion this time as Tomas raised his mug once more towards the Favoured's table, a motion mirrored by the rest of the tavern. Cheers and salutations were shouted as a final salute before the night descended into merriment.
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Dawn, The "Offices" of Fortune's Favoured, Schell
Argos booming laugh echoed through the tavern accompanied by the bleating of goats just as the first beams of morning light made their way through the inn's windows. Any designs of sleeping later were quickly dispelled as the bearded man knocked loudly before making his way into the Favoured's room, a try of ales held at his shoulder.
Mornin' Heroes!", his toothsome grin was on full display. "Brought you a pick-me-up. You've got callers waitin' downstairs."
He laid the tray down by the door.
"Came in a few hours back 'fore sun-up, some stuffy folk from the capital. Told 'im you earned y'er rest, but the one fella seemed real eager to talk to ya'."
The large man began to squeeze his way back through the doorway as he headed downstairs.
"Oh...did one of you let a bunch of goats in last night?"
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Dawn, The Bearded Dragon, Schell
As they made their way down to the tavern, the Favoured immediately noticed a few things out of place. Tomas' unconscious form slumped over a table, mug still in his hand, was easily explained, a product of the night before. Even the soft bleat from what seemed to be inside the floor that sent Argos muttering out to access his cellar seemed relatively commonplace, if mildly troubling. It was the only table still upright in the whole establishment room that drew their attention.
Sitting with his back to them, an imposing armoured man sat eating what looked to be a plate of sausages and bread, his helmet resting on the table beside his breakfast, a sword slung over his back and a crossbow resting at the side of his seat. Across from him, initially hidden from view behind the armoured man's shaved head sat a diminutive gnome with slicked back silver hair and an impeccably style goatee. He was dressed in stark contrast to his plate mailed companion, a fine blue silk doublet over a shimmering green shirt left little doubt he was the "stuffy capital folk" Argos had been referring to. As he spotted the group making their way down to the tavern, the gnome quickly hopped down from his seat, startling his companion and nearly causing him to choke on a mouthful of bread.
"By Mekartho's will, well met!, he moved towards the group with his hand outstretched in introduction, though he did not stop talking. "Thought you'd sleep forever. Busy night?"
He looked over surreptitiously at Tomas' only just stirring form.
"Cannot beat the local culture, hmm?", his accent was high and nasal, easily recognisable as coming fro the high markets of Cordova. "I am Gymenzious Oslatheran, greetings, greetings, greetings all."
He finally reached the group, retracting his hand and instead bowing, as if he'd somehow forgotten he had offered the hand at all. The armoured man had finally managed to swallow the offending crust and stood to face the group, his tanned face showing the stubble of a man who had spent a few days traveling.
"This is Karl," Gymenzious gestured to the man with a flourish, hardly stopping to breathe between words. "You may call him Karl, and you may call me Gymenzious, Master Oslatheran, or Gym!"
He began pacing back and forth as he continued, giving no room for anyone to speak.
"You are exactly who we're looking for, you are Fortune's Favoured, yes?", he gazed at the group expectantly, though again did not give them time to answer.
"Of course you are, just like they said Karl, three men, an elf, and...", his eyes trailed over to Calopee, giving her a none to subtle wink "..the fairest of the free folk I've ever seen. A thousand pleasures to meet you all!"
Karl grunted in agreement.
"We haven't any time now, if we're going to make our way to the city. They will be expecting us, you did send word, Karl?"
Karl grunted again, this time waking up Tomas, who took one look at Gymenzious and closed his eyes, shaking his head before laying back on the table with a soft moan.
"Master Merinuk will be very excited indeed. Veritable giant slayers. We'll be put up for commendation almost certainly." Gymenzious had not stopped, by this point it was unclear if he was really talking to anyone at all. "If we leave now we'll be back by tomorrow's dinner. We'll present them then and they'll be all..."
The gnome paused, as if overcome by epiphany. He started counting on his fingers, muttering numbers to himself before a third grunt from Karl brought his attention back to the present.
"What's that Karl? OH! I haven't explained myself have I? No, always getting caught up. Silly Gym.", he paused and made a great show of exhaling, puffing out his cheeks as he blew a steady stream of air through his pursed lips.
"Where was I...I'm Gymenzi-no I've said that. He's Kar- Oh the letters! Karl please hand me the satchel."
Gym held his outstretched hand out behind him for a full second before looking down and noticing the satchel hanging at his side.
"Nevermind Karl I've found them, thank you." he continued talking as he rustled through the bag, pulling out a stack of dozens of identical looking letters and handing one to each of the Favoured.
"Came here as soon as we heard tell of your business with the giant weeks past, you are a hard group to find you know that?"
The letters were indeed identical, and bore a seal at the top of them that Calopee and Sehanine recognised as belonging to one of the many merchant houses of Cordova. Written underneath, in flawless calligraphy was a simple message.
House Merinuk puts forth a call for those capable of dealing with discretion in a matter of some import. Substantial reward offered for prompt response and service.
"...we've carriages waiting to head to the ship, and food waiting, no time for delay." Gym had been talking even still. "Shall we be off?"
(OOC: Feel free to back post as far as you'd like to fill in the gaps. Questions/Comments/Pictures of Fish in Q&A and my Pms. It's pronounced Jim.)
Posted on 2017-11-19 at 18:56:07.
Edited on 2017-11-19 at 19:05:36 by Grugg
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: vg
Nope. No bonus 0th(?) level spells from ability scores, which is where your bonus 1st and 2nd level spells come from.
Posted on 2017-11-19 at 14:09:45.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: vgh
Step Two: The time skip is posted up. Covers the whole trek to meet Jaron and the hi-jinks that ensue.
So this is the quest you were midway through, wrap it up offscreen so I can break you in to the next part rolling. Fairly generic to cover your lack of direct input, but this is roughly where you get the loot/items.gold you acquire between levels.
Will be posting part two shortly but if you want to back post character moments/observations/reactions for the time skip feel free. My next post will bring us to the present so we can start posting our way forward in time.
Jinkies.
Posted on 2017-11-19 at 13:59:14.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: the timeskip
Since its inception the town of Schell had staged few celebrations, (a result of a depressing lack of causes to celebrate,) but the townsfolk took to the new practice like a fish to a stream. Though perhaps more out of habit than intent, the group known as Fortune's Favoured had swiftly become heroes in the people's eyes. True, there had been some light arson, but that was largely incidental and ignored in the wake of their dealing with Isiah's raider problem and the well-known tale of their encounter with the now deceased giant Feephyfophum before that.
All about the village moods improved. An optimism had settled into the villages as they laboured throughout the day, and children could be caught wasting away hours in the fields, pretending to be their chosen of the Favoured and fighting their own imaginary giants. Under the watchful eyes of Malachi and Relos; the once makeshift militia of disenfranchised farmers had improved over the course of a week to a degree where they could police their lands for once fearsome, if lesser threats. Better armaments were recovered as local highwaymen were strung up in town and fledgling goblin tribes pushed back from nearby wilds.
Schell owed much to the Favoured, and so it came as little surprise that as the group spoke with Tomas and his militia about the possibility of pursuing Jaron's bandits to their source they wholeheartedly agreed to assist them. The information gleaned by Sehanine's charms provided them the direction of Jaron's stronghold, and soon Fortune's Favoured set off to the southwest accompanied by Tomas and the five men most fit for the dangers ahead.
*~~~~~~~~~~*
A day's journey passed quickly, and they soon found their target, a squat stone structure with a large brass door built directly into a jutting hill along a riverbank. Malachi and Relos confirmed after examining the door's inscriptions that it seemed to be a long abandoned guard outpost, most likely belonging to Thorold'um in ages past. Despite past assurances of a lack of traps the group proceeded cautiously, but their expectations were shattered the instant they made their way inside the keep.
Until this point the lack of sentries or patrols had seemed a fortuitous break, and given the group's history they scarcely paid it any notice, but the gruesome scene in the keeps entryway betrayed the more curious cause for their absence. Bodies were scattered about haphazardly, as if strewn about by a gale. Some charred and smoldering, some still frozen to the touch, it didn't take divination to smell the hint of magic in the air as the group surveyed the carnage. The room itself was ancient, if unremarkable. Once lovingly painted Dwarven murals remained chipped away and covered in crude graffiti, any overlay of value long since stripped away.
A casual once over identified the bodies as much the same type men as the farm raiders, likely more of Jaron's minions decimated while defending the keep. More troubling was the realisation that as one of Tomas' militia accidentally snapped the hand off one of the flash frozen bandits (prompting both a torrent of blood from frozen man's arm and another of vomit from the militiaman's mouth) these bandits had only been recently killed. A deep rumble from below them confirmed what they'd already suspected, whatever had attacked these men appeared to still be present.
The keep extended downward, the doorway opposite the entry revealing worn stone steps as the Favoured and militia escort slowly advanced to determine who, or indeed perhaps what had caused the scene they'd just witnessed. They found few answers in the first rooms they investigated on this lower level, an uncomfortable looking barracks and what looked to have once been an ancient dwarven dining hall now filled with poorly organised spoils seemingly from Jaron's past activities. However many miscreants had once served as the bandit garrison seemed to have been slain to a man, their blasted carcasses discovered left where they fell. Curiously, nothing else seemed disturbed, as if whatever killed the men had no interest in the looting of the treasure they guarded. Were it not for the nearing sounds of combat ahead, there would be no signs of life at all.
The final section of the keep lay sealed behind a large pair of stone doors, and the untelligible shouting and smell of burning from just beyond them alerted Fortune's Favoured they had caught up with whatever had left the trail of destruction they'd just born witness to. Steeling their resolve Tomas's militia took the lead, they threw open the doors and charged through only to stop in their tracks as the nature of what they interrupted became apparent.
The room appeared to have one point been some sort of beginning of a tunnel system, though cave ins had long since rendered any such network inaccessible the room was quite spacious, easily over one hundred feet across at its widest. The domed ceiling sloped down towards the far end of the room fifty feet on, the far wall formed by the rubble blocking the collapsed. Presently it seemed to serve as a study, the pile of collapsed stone that served as one of walls is lined at its base with chaotically stacked tomes. The only real furniture to speak of was a fine looking desk and a cheap cot, with only a table strewn with dishes and a single wooden chair in the corner. In sharp contrast to the boring nature of its furniture however, were the room's inhabitants.
Standing with his back to the doors a dark skinned man stood braced in loose fitting and unkempt robes. His long, greasy black hair whipped over his shoulder as he turned his head at the sound of Tomas's charge, revealing a pale face partially covered by dark stubble. Of note though were the man's eyes, seeming totally violet, with no sign of iris or pupil.
A single word escaped his lips as he took stock of the situation, "Who..?"
The man's eyebrows were arched in surprise at the new arrivals but his expression suddenly shifted to terror and pain, and in an instant his eyes lost their unearthly glow, their violet hue replaced by a flat grey. The colour too drained from his face, and the man's expression froze as his skin hardened into granite before the group's eyes. His body reacted instinctively, twisting back for a moment before it too froze, and where seconds before a man stood there was now only a statue. Tomas' militia hung in place for a moment, transfixed by the astounding sight. Their reverie soon broke though, as the statue that had once been flesh and blood suddenly shattered before their very eyes, revealing a second man standing just beyond it.
The remarkably slender and tall man stood at least seven foot high and was encased in what seemed to be shifting shadows, though a keen eye could determine it to be a well-fitted breastplate forged out of some deep black metal under a constantly shifting black cloak that seemed to distract the eye. Only their head seemed fully in focus but even then their features were disguised by a wrap of grey cloth which left only their eyes visible. One of the man's arms was out stretched, clasping an ornately carved wand who's tip glowed with a bright amber light, casting an eerie pall over the man's already unnerving appearance.
The man's head cocked a moment, as if he was considering action against the new arrivals before thinking better of it. Before any of Fortune's Favoured could get past Tomas' men the man pulled his cloak over his head in a flourish, disappearing from sight with an audible crack. Following what seemed like an eternity in the tense few seconds after the group could collectively finally breathe easy, apparently alone.
(OOC: Restart update part 1 of 2. The timeskip. Part two coming shortly!)
Posted on 2017-11-19 at 13:54:13.
Edited on 2017-11-19 at 14:07:31 by Grugg
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: bh
I have access to nearly any 3.5e source, so if you get access to the Spell Compendium should be a fair few options.
Posted on 2017-11-19 at 12:35:07.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Scheveningen? Scheveningen.
Seaside
Church
Having
European
Village
Enjoys
Nonstop
Interesting
National
Galas
Even
Now
Posted on 2017-11-18 at 22:03:15.
Edited on 2017-11-18 at 22:04:14 by Grugg
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: b
Step One: Finalize Character sheets. Done.
Stay tuned as a moderately sleep deprived me binge writes an update tomorrow.
I'll probably be in dragonchat.
Posted on 2017-11-18 at 19:12:00.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: bh
The more basic the less I have to remember! All classes are welcome, and given how often in he past my PCs committed loosely justified pyromania, I suspect you're in the right spot.
Posted on 2017-11-18 at 16:34:23.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: nj
I'm about, getting update in motion.
Posted on 2017-11-18 at 14:32:42.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: crap
OxO
xxO
xOx
Well...guess 2 out of 3?
Posted on 2017-11-17 at 06:21:25.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: mk
You crazy Ayrn, 4 concepts and a rough mock for someone else? I love it.
Chess and Shield have tentative sheets in, gonna review when less hungover but look good. So we've got a Whip Fighter and Druid so far. Looking forward to the rest of them!
Posted on 2017-11-16 at 06:07:07.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: jo
Alrighty, just got do some math rechecking and updating in char thread but everyone's updated character is submitted!
Look for an update over the weekend!
Posted on 2017-11-16 at 05:47:18.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: Gg
Just stay away from Erotic Fantasy.
And please don't make me learn incarnum 
Posted on 2017-11-15 at 21:44:20.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: Yeah,
Should have said 34 point buy, max hp per level.
Posted on 2017-11-15 at 20:38:37.
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