lich ruler

[Methalor]

(OOC:

Ahh... So, should I just rebuild my character as a Crusader 4 with different feats/maneuvers? I was, originally, Fighter 2 / Crusader 2, but I'd rather just give up those extra feats and take better Crusader progression. I can't remember most of them, as I only really ever used Power Attack. The stats are on the original recruitment thread, and I remember their division - 20 Str, 13 Dex, 18 Con, 11 Int, 10 Wis, 9 Cha. And +1 to Str at Level 4.

Also, what is the total amount of experience gained since we started off at ECL 2? That last one really ups it, I'm betting!

So, we should be ECL 5 by now, right?
)

[de-trick]

sure you can rebuild yorrick as a 4 level crusader

[wingover gimble]

well that sucks looks like i gotta make my character over too, hmm his stats were 16,16,18,14,14,16 his feats were charge throw,dodge, improved unarmed strike, improved grapple and thats all i got so i'l look up the rest.

[Miraqariftsky]

((OOC: HP roll: (1d8)[1] Eh? Sorry. I changed my decision and went with a cleric level. 2d8 o most of the direct damage spells sounds better than one bonus feat and +1BAB. I'll take Ftr 2 at level 6.))

Previously...

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Yo. Uder construction. Beware of falling ebris.

Reminders to self (IC): Cogratulate Yorrick for his final blow. Tell Yorrick and Chuck to be more careful with their weapons next time. Ask Martin's help in burying Milo.

Presently...

Neshi smiles and passes his fingers over his chest in the Sign of the Falcon as he tests his newly healed leg. He walks around gingerly then settles in, glad that there is no lasting damage.

His eyes rove over the battlefield and he responds with a captain's alacrity. "Yorrick! On detail, much firewood, bring thou swift! Take the zebras and the wain-carriage to aid thee. Build us a roaring fire once ye get back to ward off any more beasts of the night". And also to cook these blighters with! He kneels to Martin, the better to meet the mage's gaze, "Do thou cast some light him if ye please. His blade might slip again and strike some shadow unforewarn't"

He then turns to his two remaining compatriots and hands his sickle and dagger to them. He kneels down beside the largest of the beasts, the last to fall and begins gutting and skinning it. "Come, comrades! Let us skin these beasts to their Bast-blest bones and make ourselves some meat and pelts! Let us thank the gods by not letting these carcasses waste away", he says to them.

[Miraqariftsky]

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Second HP roll, seeing that it's our chief's policy to reroll 1s. (1d8)[2]

<<<Argh! So, he's just hit 30 HP?

[wingover gimble]

chuck looks at the knife then the wolves and then says waste not want not. then goes to skin the wolves. i dont know if its survival or knowledge nature so heres a knowlegde nature that i do have
(1d20+6)[19]
or survival
(1d20+3)[17]

[wingover gimble]

good news good news spread the word! rpg profiler is just remoldled everything and upgraded. heres the site for your old accounts it worked for me!!! http://profiler.thetangledweb.net/login.php

[Methalor]

Mate, that's tangledweb. It's a good profiler site, but it doesn't have our old characters... At least not mine.

[wingover gimble]

well thats strange it seemed to work for me. hmmmm damn this sucks

[Miraqariftsky]

((Durn thing don't work for me either... but it looks well eough. How do ya register?))

[Methalor]

(OOC:

Okay, guys, our total xp should be around 11,200 from what I've calculated from all our encounters + our starting level.

Also, we have those slippers of spider climbing, gloves of dexterity, and bag of holding that we may have forgotten at some point.

So, rebuilding Yorrick as a Crusader of ECL 5. Don't forget that our equipment is lame, though. :P
)

[de-trick]

(sorry about equipment, but you also have th hobgoblin leader sword)

long story sort you reach farewell Capitol of hothmalor in the following day

when you see the gate a horn blows, as you look you see a carriage come out along with other men on horseback

when you ask why are they here
we are here from the council, we are here to help you any way we can the carriage is for you

if you accept the carriage, they help you into the carriage then when you enter the carriage there is fine wine, meat and cheese, as you go through the city people cheer you.
All hail the goblin slayers, the conquerers of the mountains, the brave warriors

you are first brought to a fine inn, where you are fitted for cloths and armor taken and shined, your swords are shinned and new fancy scabbards are giving

[Methalor]

(OOC: Nah, that's not your fault, we just haven't had a chance to get any real loot since that hasn't been our goal.

HP rolls:
10+4
(1d10+4)[5]
(1d10+4)[13]
(1d10+4)[11]
(1d10+4)[11]
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[Methalor]

(Rerolling the one:

(1d10+4)[7]
)

[Methalor]

(OOC:

Short random junk equipment, but here we go:

http://profiler.thetangledweb.net/view.php?id=22521

)

[Grrth]

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So since you're all back in town now, does that mean I get to play?

[Miraqariftsky]

Neshi marched through the exultant throngs, the joyful masses with a downcast face. Grim lines drew his lips downward despite the people's smiles.

Heavy beats his heart for troubled were his thoughts. These people seem to think that we had gone to war and defeated the Mosid'ar. That would have been unjust. Milady Daiyanissa's suspicions of the Council as being a pack of blood-mad jackals might well be true... but then, mayhap it was korkash who deceived us? What of the fading slavers on the horizon that Chuck spotted ere with the Eker're of Fire and its Mosid'ar mage, we clashed? Were they under Korkash's command or were they a faction split-off? Or is it we who deceive ourselves?

Snapping out of his dread reverie, Neshi's eyes drifted over the crowd, ever-vigilant agaist any threats that may arise. His hand hovered over his hilt, wary.

Goodwives and farm-folk, children of the field, elders silver-crowned and folk of all trades--- they thronged the streets, adulant at their so-called conquerors. Spades ad pitchforks,

((TO BE CONTINUED))

Neshi then went up to the leader of the horsemen who had been instructed to escort them and aid them. "Thou captain of the guard, didst thou say that ye'll help us in any way?"

Gesturing at the heavy-laden wagon which the Council had provided them at the outset, Neshi said, "Get thou yon arms and armour--- the spoils of battle into the Royal Armoury. And see those wolf-pelts? Get them to a tanner, crafter of ivory and an apothecary for the entrails. Give the products thereof to the poor and needy"

Neshi then walked up to the wagon and retrieved Korkash's royal sword and strapped it to his own belt. Patting his satchel of scrolls, Neshi went o and said to the head of their escort, "Please also arrange a meeting with the High Council, with your Foreign Minister, your Field Marshal and your Royal Master of Scouts and Spies. Tell them it is of the utmost urgency that my troop meet with them at an hour ere dawn's breaking on the morrow... to bring tidings from the North"

((TO BE CONTINUED))

Neshi looks up from his simple stew, making the Sign of the Falcon once more upon his chest

[de-trick]

grrth yes, better PM the other guy too

[bchilders]

OCC: Let me know when I can hop in

[de-trick]

The council meeting starts

So the great hero's have survived. But where are the 3 others we sent

the 2 new guys are at the meeting too

bchilds you have a scroll of make a decipher script

[Grrth]

Nina:

Sitting down, feet propped up on a chair, the elven woman surveys the 'heros' coming in the door for the council meeting. She is not particularly impressed. They look bedraggled and dispirited at best and downright miserable at worst, not what you'd expect from successful goblin killers. She fiddles with the fletching on an arrow and decides to hang back in the shadows of the counsel chamber and observe, see what she can find out from these strangers.

The hobgoblins were a menace, that's all she'd come here to say, a warning and a plea for help from her brothers and sisters in the forest. And yet, somehow, she'd found herself agreeing to stay and wait for these champions sent out by the city to deal with the threat. Seems her warning had been unnecessary after all which left a bad taste in her mouth. She hates cities, all the people, the destruction, the confinement. The sooner she were out of here the better.

She pushes back a strand of her golden hair, and tucked it back behind her ear. Contrary to most elves, she kept her tresses short, but there were always the random pieces that refused to stay where she put them. A cloak concealed her mithril armor, coated with strong black paint to reduce the glare, and her boots are spotted with mud. All of her gear is worn and travel-stained, but she appears to travel light, with only a small pack. A rapier hangs at her hip, and her bow isn't far from her reach.

She watches the proceedings with irritation and impatience in her green eyes, but she knows her temper too well to give voice to her opinions. Humans and their cities and incessant rules that nevertheless only invited corruption instead of preventing it.

This had better be good ....

[Miraqariftsky]

((OOC: *ding* Placeholder post. I'll be back. Errand. Warning: exhaustively long plot recap and intrigue poking incoming))

[bchilders]

OOC: Did you want me to make a decipher script check? If so:
Decipher script: (1d20+12)[19]

Tristan straightened his glasses as the heroes came in and he was very dissapointed. In books heroes were always radiant and majestic and these few looked nothing like that. He decided to reserve judgement until hearing them out but he was already a little skeptical.

[de-trick]

bchilds at your church you found a scroll a 1000 year old scroll, it is written in a old dialect of common

Maildor great lord I Jomash have establish the eastern realm as you wished, I have started thew project you wanted me to start


Signed Pharaoh Jomash

bchilds you can make a knowledge history check to figure out who Maindor and Jomash are

if Bchilds read the letter Neshi make a knowledge history check to

[Miraqariftsky]

Neshi glances hither and yon at the assembled ladies and lords of the Hothmalorran Council. Besides the humans who seemigly had not changed in a thousand years, there are also chattery short folk--- both hairy and bald.

More short folk, there are, though stout and possessed of large beards--- both women and men alike. The ancient Mulhorandi templar gazes in wonderment as ever and anon they spew forth puffs of grey smoke from strange contraptions clapped to their ample mouths.

Though few in number, yet another allegedly goodly kindred sits amongst the Council. Sharp are both their eyes and ears in both form and function. Their manner of dress is impeccable and they are possessed of a bearing and a radiant fairness more fair than mortal tongue can tell.

Fewest by far amongst this assembled augustness are certain large folk, stronger than most humans yet gnerally uncouth and rash. Of old, Neshi had known them as a bastard race, begot Hathor-hears't folk with the beastial Kharen-dur of the hill country.

He gazes into the eyes of the assmebly then raises his hands to heaven in a swift prayer. Milord Horus-Re, a thousand thanks I give to thee for thine grace in bringing us forth thus far. I beg of thee, shine thy light upon us and give us foolish mortals the guidance we so desperately need. Please, enlighten us, let there be no strife betwixt allies against the coming storm of sorrow. So mote it be.

His prayer done, his face resumes its grim countenance. The dark-skinned templar strides forward swiftly, movig to the very centre of the hall.

He first bows to the Council with his head to the floor and then, as he stands, he spreads his hands to the assembly as if addressing a congregation. "Hail Hothmalor and may Farwell prosper! Miladies and lords of this august assembly, we give thee our grim greetings this grim morn. We come to bring tidings of grief and victory, of opportunity and of doom."

Eying certain fidgety and impatient members of the current assembly, he remarks not without humour, "Any whoso wish to take a drink or use the latrine--- I highly advise them to do so now for my tale shall be long and tedious"

Neshi slowly draws the Sword of Mercy that Lhesh Korkash entrusted to them. He brings its blade up ito the air, twirling it ever so slowly, letting all see the smoothness and the sharpness of the steel. The flames of the numerous braziers in the hall scintillate across the blade, casting sparkles and shadows as they pass over the Goblin runes in the sword's blood-channel.

"Behold a sharp sword", says Neshi as he forthwith proves it by slicing his sleeve. "Behold a sword that bleeedst not the victim", as he stabs it straight through his palm.

The templar gasps with pain as the extraordinarily long sword finally comes free of his hand without even inflicting the slightest wound. *KASSHHHK!* Suddenly, he stabs the enchanted blade into the floor, grunting and kneeling with the effort and causing a shower of sparks and burying the blade deep in the stone of the hall. "Behold the Sharaat du'Kerma, the Sword of Mercy, formerly of Lhesh Korkash, Emperor of the... goblin-kin of the North!"

"Aye" He says as he stands. "But we took it not from the mountain-lord in strife and chaos. He gave it freely, of his own accord in token of trust"

Gesturing at Yorrick, Neshi continues, "LO! There stands before ye a warrior without peer. He defeated Korkash in single combat, in a duel of honour that lasted but two blows from both combatants"

The former captain of Efer-nim draws from his satchel the scroll whereon was writ the Mosid'ar-Hothmalor Pact of Non-Aggression in blood and unfolds it carefully. He shows it to the Council but does not let them hold it for long. "Behold a pact of peace. The lord of the moutains seeks not blood, not blade, not rape, pillage, plunder or strife from thee. He seeks peace. Here ye have not only his word of honour but also his blood and his blade--- quite literally, might I add"

"Ho the Spymaster!" Neshi says not knowing which amongst the councilors is the true master of scouts. "Tell me true thy reconnaissance, is Korkash good as his word? --- have the hobgoblins ceased their raids?", he asks.

[Miraqariftsky]

((OOC: Did Hothmalor's intelligence really confirm whether Korkash kept his word of honour?

I'll be gone for most of tomorrow.

Summary of Neshi's speech: We lost three of our comrades to an ancient evil, a spirit-shard of Sekhmet, mother of Set, Lord of Destruction. Milady Daiyanissa, our paladin, gave her life to defeat this thing and even then, it is still only imprisoned within me. We fought off hobgoblin raiders at twilight, ogres at noontide and dreadwolves at midnight. We secured a treaty of non-aggression between Hothmalor and the Imperium of the North... a treaty that could very well be upgraded into a mutual protection pact. It was also from their ruler that we learned of Malindor a mite--- that he has four lieutenants and that the first of these comes from a sea of sand much-akin to my home of old...))

[bchilders]

Knowledge history: (1d20+12)[17]

Tristan looks down at the scroll he found wondering about it's importance as he listens to the tale of adventure and loss.

[Miraqariftsky]

((OOC: NYARGH! Forgive me, folks. Just go on and please imagine the rest of the bloody speech from the summary I gave. I'll finish all my To-Be-Continued posts whe I get some good, proper time. Next week is Finals Week. Yo Martin/ByeLindren, Methalor/Yorrick, WG/Chuck! Could y'all please cover for me during my lapses? Aye, could ye please, um, help Neshi wrap up his presentation? Thank ye kindly))



"I take thy silence for an 'aye', then." says Neshi curtly.

So the great hero's have survived. But where are the 3 others we sent

The young templar's gaze roves the sea of eyes amongst the ...

((TO BE CONTINUED))

[wingover gimble]

While walking through the streets having everyone cheering for him he walks and waves accepting any alcholic drink givin to him. When the gaurds come to bring the party to the town hall he saysDammit they caught me I thought I could get away with beating that one guy down and then breaking the barkeeps nose. Sigh* there goes my split of the treasure unless. Then he thinks to himself Icould mearly avoid the one bar. Yes that will perfect
once they reach the hall and find out its not about him he looks around while until he spots the elven woman sitting in a chair. When he spots the sword he says,"Pfft, swords are for those who hide behind steel. i am my weapon. then he sits crosslegged and waits for the story to be over.

[de-trick]

Bchilds---you find out

Jomash was a Pharaoh or ruler, 1000 years ago to the kingdom to the east. Who suddenly came into power with no right to the throne, he was a tyrant who tortured and murdered people who never agreed with him
, his death was a mystery, some say Jomash never died.

out Dahdah-da