Sons of Gods campaign (current goal: meet each other)

[Silence]

Well, this is the thread for the Sons of Gods campaign.

Enjoi!

To start off, you're all in the city of Ravenwall. This is a large city, but not too huge.

Feel free to use a little freeform for now.

One thing, at the first post of each day, I would like our spellcasters to say which spells they have prepared. On the post that you do, please don't edit it.

So, go on.

OOC thread

Dice roll thread

[ArlEammon]

Spells known:
Ray of Frost 2
Detect magic 2
Magic Missiel 1
sleep 1
Scorching Ray 2
Hold Person 1
Lightning bolt 1
summon monster III 1
flaming arrow 1

Dobble Bore decided he would speak with his familiar, "The Toad". "Ribbitmeister, how are you today? I was wondering when our teammates would get here. So, maybe we should think about something to talk about ourselves. Have any of those annoying Behemoth gnats been trying to eat you?"

[Silence]

(and so it begins)

Dobble Bore is sitting on the bench backed up against a building. It is in front of a crowded street.

You hear yells in the distance, and when you turn to see, you see a group of three men being chased by a dozen or so of the city guards. The men are dressed in normal cloths, and have no regognizable marking. With a trained eye, you see that all three of them have knives and daggers hidden within the folds of their cloths.

The fugitives have a good 20 yard lead on the guards, and are on a path that could easily be intercepted by you. What do you do?

[Baxter190]

'Bout time I got here,' thought Baxter as here stolled through a crowded street. He had been traveling to Ravenwood for a week now from his the minor village he had just visited on a job. He had been given a job of taking down some goblin bandits, and after paying of the goblins, he left as soon he got paid. Baxter laughed as he thought about the money in his money pouch and how he swindeled those humans. Walking down the crowded street, he saw three men being chased by what seemed to city guards. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity to score some good rep with the city guard, Baxter drew his bow and ran towards the men so he could get in range to land a serious blow.

[Silence]

Great. I'm starting counting this in rounds...


now.

Armin, roll for int, and let's get those d20 rollin'.

OK, so here's the order:

Baxter
Armin
Fugitives
Guards


Feel free to say what you will do on your turn, even if it is before your turn. Speeds up combat.

[starwoof]

Kraggi Ironfoundersson

The young dwarf waddles through the streets, weighed down by gear and especially a thick brown cloak. His red beard contrasts this nicely, flying out in odd angles from his ruddy face. His arms are bare, and covered in scars.

((I assume that I can see this fight?))

Kraggi spots the scuffle in the streets, but he does nothing save watch. Not my problem, he thinks.

[J-H]

Walm
Walm, reposing in a covered area outside a tavern, perceives the flight and the struggle, but, as he does not know anyone involved or recognize voices, is hard-pressed to tell who's who, and thus who's a criminal and who's not. He leaves his drink and a tip on the table and gets up, moving towards the fight but still staying out of its immediate area.

[ArlEammon]

Dobble Bore decides that he would use a spell of sleep to slow the enemies down. Maybe the rightful authorities could stop them and take them in.

"ahkantis".

Sleep spell

[Silence]

I assume that Baxter opens fire upon the fugitives.

Bravo to Armin, that really couldn't have gone more smoothly.



Baxter fires an arrow at one of the fugitives, but it misses.

Armin begins casting.

The fugitives don't even notice the arrow, and continue running.

The guards glance over, suprised at the turn of events, but continue to rush foreward.

All three of the fugitives fall to the ground, asleep.

End of combat.

The guards go to them and take them, dragging them away.

A guard, seemingly the captain looks at the two men on the street, and motions to Baxter to come as he makes his way towards Armin.

"What would you say to a proposition?" He starts, speaking to Armin.

"We are in dire need of people of your talent." He says, motioning to Armin, but ignoring Baxter.

"Would you be interested in working with us?" He says to Armin.

He turns to Baxter.

"You seem like a hardy fellow ready to keep up the law. Would you be interested in a position in the city guard?"

He says, noticably less excited then when he was talking to Armin.

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan
Color Spray 2
Produce Flame 1
Entangle 1
Resist Energy 1
Scorching ray 1
?
Fireball 1
Lightning Bolt 1

Pirolestan finally arrives at the city known as Ravenwall. This is his first time out of Callaban. It is a strange site indeed. While walking through the streets, Pirolestan doesn't really say a whole lot, he just soaks in the scenery. He eventually rounds a corner and witnesses a mage casting sleep on a group of 3 men. Now why would he do that? Pirolestan receives his answer as he sees, what he can only assume are city officials, chasing the 3 men. While the officials are speaking to the mage, Pirolestan walks up to him and interrupts. "So you are a magic user as well are you? Are you learning how to protect something as well?"

[Silence]

The guard glances over at PocketRocket, annoyed, and then continues what he was saying.

[Baxter190]

"Sure, if you pay enough," replied Baxter, getting annoyed with the lack of enthusiasm coming from the guard.

[Silence]

The guard thought for a moment.

"I can get you a job in the starting position for..." (I don't have my books near me now, and I don't know how much a low level guard is payed. Just assume it's something too low.) "... a day."

[Baxter190]

"I'll think about it," Baxter replied, getting more and more annoyed with the guard as the conversation went on. Turning around to walk away, Baxter then texclaimed, "If anyone needs me all be at the nearest bar!"

[starwoof]

Kraggi


The dwarf grunts and keeps walking. Forced too close by the crowd he muscles past Pirolestan, grunting. ((theres probably a crowd gathering around the fight, yeah?))

"Oi, quit yer shovin'." he grunts.

[Silence]

Your assumption would be correct.

The guard doesn't even give Baxter a second glance, and turns back to Armin, waiting for an answer.

[ArlEammon]

Armin responds... "I'm afraid I can't be bothered to join the city gaurd. I'm on a special errand." Dobble says. "I'm trying to discover something. However, if you need help every now and then. I suppose I might be able to lend a helping hand."

[Silence]

The guard looks dissapointed.

"That is unfortunate. In case we might need you, who are you?"

[ArlEammon]

The guard looks dissapointed.

"That is unfortunate. In case we might need you, who are you?"

"I am Dobble Bore, the magician. Don't wear my name out!"

[Silence]

"Duly noted..... And may I inquire of what your errand you have stated is?"

[ArlEammon]

"I'm not bragging, sir, but I have no idea why I can even cast cantrips. I can cause thunder to obey me and to even undo the magic of mature sorcerers, but most people my age of the Halfling race can't even use any magic at all. Those halflings that even become moderately powerful as I am are revered as wizard geniuses. I have to find out if I am safe, either for others or even if I am secure. Its particularily worrisome, because I suffer from the same lack of concentration from any other halfling. "

[Baxter190]

As he stuggeled through the now dissapating crowed, Baxter felt a blow to the stomach, looking down, he noticed he ahd walked straight into a dwarf, and a violent and unkept one at that. Not wanting to start a fight with the city guard so close, Baxter quickly responded, "Sorry about that. I'm Baxter, and I didn't mean to offend you. I'm going to a bar, how about I go buy you a drink as an appology."

[Silence]

"I'm not bragging, sir, but I have no idea why I can even cast cantrips. I can cause thunder to obey me and to even undo the magic of mature sorcerers, but most people my age of the Halfling race can't even use any magic at all. Those halflings that even become moderately powerful as I am are revered as wizard geniuses. I have to find out if I am safe, either for others or even if I am secure. Its particularily worrisome, because I suffer from the same lack of concentration from any other halfling. "

The guard looks at you strangely.

"Ummmm.... right, then."

He says, obviously uncaring about your rant about your magical power.

He makes his way off into the crowd.

[J-H]

Walm walks up to Dobble Bore, having little trouble with the crowd...most people tend to avoid those with no eyes to meet.

"Hello. I heard your conversation with the guard. It is odd--you have too much magic, while my species has too little, and is marginalized as a result of our lack of power. Perhaps it's the gods' way of balancing things.

How are you planning to find the source of your "skill?" In this city, or travelling elsewhere?"

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"You too have more magic power than you should?" the green haired druid asks of the halfling. "My master tells me I can do things no other druid in our order can."

[ArlEammon]

"Ah." Dobble Bore heard them. "Yes. I do. I think maybe I will go to the most scholarly places of learning there are. Then I will perhaps learn as much as I can about myself."

"I just don't understand why any halfling could get as advanced in magic as I am now at this age."

[Silence]

Yay.

We got three of a kind together, and a pair.

Full house.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

The dwarf looks up at Baxter and grins, "Right ye should be, elf. Commin, lets go have us a drenk. The' say tha' human cities 'ave no 'ospitality! Prohve 'em wrong, aye?" The dwarf winks and starts to shove past the guards.

"Outta mah way, tall folks. Ach."

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

Pirolestan looks down at the strange little halfling, Dobble Bore and remarks, "Indeed. Do you mind if I accompany you to these scholarly places? I need to learn as much about myself as I can as well."

[bchilders]

Tristan

Walking by, Tristan hears a halfling speaking something of the "most scholarly places". "Scholarly places happen to be my strong suit. If you are looking for a place of knowledge I wouldn't mind showing you around. I myself am a humble servitor of the god of knowledge and the mind, Boccob. So what exactly is it you are looking for?"