The World in Revolt IC

[Lemonus]

The Darter slumps, and stops resisting. It appears to have surrendered.

[MiketheMountain]

Keeping the Darter pinned under one foot, Bugbear grabs one rough, scraggly muttonchop sideburn in each hand, sticks his tongue out, and howls his signature victory cry:

"WHHUULLLAAAAAAALALALALAAGHHHH!!!!"

Suddenly, Bugbear's armour vanishes. He then proceeds through a series of well-practised poses, eyes closed, flexing for an imaginary audience, while quietly humming his old theme song.

"♫ I am a real Fae-rûn-ian..."

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Minor Action: Dismiss Summoned Armour

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Almost forgot:

[WaffleLord]

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[snake obsidian]

Wilian sighed and slapped his hand on his cheek.

"Dear Gods, Bug... Bugbear... Not on top of the lizardman..."

He walked to the poor guy crushed behind Bugbear´s weight and crouched to get as closer as eye-level he could with him.

"Hey, just to let you know, I don´t hate you guys. You and Helmaren cooperated with each other and that was alright, but this? If you put so much effort in keeping people out when you welcomed them in before, that must mean there is something in that didn´t use to be. What happened?"

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Using a diplomacy roll to get as much information from the Darter as possible: (1d20+9)[19]

[Lemonus]

The darter wheezes off something in Draconic.

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"Get this idiot off me!"

[MiketheMountain]

Bugbear may not speak Draconic, but he does understand the universal language of: "Oh God get off me I can't breathe!"

With a quick gesture Bugbear's armour re-appears on him. He steps off of the Lizardman's back and lifts him off the ground (keeping a solid grip for now), turning the Darter to face Wilian.

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Summon Summoned Armour.
Maintain Grab.

[Lemonus]

The Darter snarls at Wil in Draconic. "The new master says humans are evil! The new master is the strongest of all! The new master is always right!"

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Sorry about the late post. I just realized you were waiting on me.

[snake obsidian]

Wilian stood right there, and blinked.

"Riiiight... I knew I should´ve put more effort in learning different languages. So, um, any of you just happen to know what he just said? What do we do with him anyways? Tie him up on a tree?"

[MiketheMountain]

Bugbear looks at his equally-perplexed team mates, shrugs, and starts shaking the Lizardman like he was trying to empty a sack of grain.

"Speak common!"

[WaffleLord]

"If he won't share with us, we'll tie him and let the wilds free him as they may," Mel says as her adrenaline wears down. "If..uh...that's good...with.. you know....ok?"

[Lemonus]

The Darter yells something highly unspeakable, and tries to bite Bugbear, although it can't quite reach.

[MiketheMountain]

"Hey, cut it out!"

Bugbear thumps the Lizardman on the top of his head.

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Melee Basic Attack against Lizardman: (1d20+11)[25] vs. AC, (1d6+6)[7] damage (non-lethal).

Maintain Grab.

"Now, enough fooling around. We're looking for a young Half-Elf boy that entered the swamp a few days ago. Have you seen him?"

[Lemonus]

The darter snarls again, obviously not understanding you.

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You get a sense that he doesn't speak Common.

[snake obsidian]

"Leave him, Bug. He probably doesn´t understand us, and if he did, he would not help us anyway." Wilian said, looking around for a safe place to restrain an angry lizardman. "Look for a tree with high branches or something. That way, he won´t escape to warn his comrades and we won´t make him easy prey of any predators attracted by the sound of battle."

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Nature roll to find a safe place to hide a restrained enemy: (1d20+9)[14]

[Lemonus]

You don't find any high places to restrain the lizardman, as the only foliage is low growing bushes. However you do find a plant famous for grabbing anything near it. You ca't remember why, though.

[MiketheMountain]

Bugbear takes the blowgun away from the Darter, snapping it in the Darter's face. He then throws the Lizardman into the grabbing plant, wipes his hands on his armour, and turns back towards his companions.

"Well that was fun! Too bad about those other two... oh well, if you're not ready to dance, don't step on the floor! Right, partners?"

"Guess we may as well see if they've got anything useful on them. Not like they'll be needing it any more."

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Search the bodies of the two dead Lizardmen. Perception (1d20+3)[19] if you want the roll.

[Lemonus]

When you toss the lizardman into the plant, he begins to scream in pain, and you see some kind of ooze seeping out from the plant.

All you find on the lizardmen are their shields, spears, and some custom-made armor.

[WaffleLord]

Watching the plant take what it needs form the lizardman, Melhved sighs a small thanks to Melora for keeping the circle spinning. She binds what wounds she has, readies her gear and looks to her associates to see if they are ready to proceed.

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5 minutes rest to heal. 2 surges to heal up.

[snake obsidian]

Wilian whispers weary words on wrecked woes while watching wares. He wills whistles walking way west wounds whacked. Whoa! What welcome! Well, weren´t we wishing wonders.

[MiketheMountain]

After a few stretches against a nearby tree, Bugbear nods to Melhved, avoiding eye contact with Wilian, who seems momentarily caught in some sort of alliterative seizure.

"Lead the way m'lady! (Since I have no idea which way to go.)"

[WaffleLord]

As Mel is in tune with nature, she easily finds the way and leads her party into the swamp a little.

[snake obsidian]

"Hm? Oh, sorry. Just thinking a little out loud, that´s all." Wilian said, noticing Bugbear´s sudden concern. "So, are we settled on a course yet? We are? Excellent!"

[Lemonus]

As you go into the swamp a way, you hear footsteps coming from the other direction. Before you can halt, you see a groupof three adventurers in front of you!

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That narration goes for both groups. The two parties gave now met. Interact as you wish.

[WaffleLord]

Mel steps forward, sword not drawn.

"Greetings. We are seeking......uh....looking for....um...butcher's son...dragon...um..uh..seen anything?

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Diplomacy (to guide PC reaction) - (1d20+1)[3]

[NotScaryBats]

A Drow elf steps forward from the other group. She is petite even for a Drow, barely standing above five feet in height, with her heavy cloak pulled close about her shoulders, she doesn't look like she enjoys traipsing about the swamp. The girl carries no visible weapons, though a black and silver holy symbol hangs about her neck.

Upon seeing the other adventurers, she brightens immediately and says in a warm, friendly soprano, "Hello. I wasn't aware the butcher's son was a dragon -- he looked quite humanoid to me." She laughs softly, obviously joking. "It sounds like we're both looking for lost children in these... Vivacious swamps. Perhaps an Adventurer's Alliance is in order? I am Viola Darkbough, and it is a pleasure to meet you."

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Diplomacy check (1d20+11)[17]

[MiketheMountain]

Bugbear, still flush with excitement from the recent victory, smiles broadly and throws his arms open wide in greeting.

"More adventurers? Wonderful!! The greater glory for us all! The bigger the card, the better the show, ya know?"

"I am Bugbear Boulder: Greatest Grappler in the Realms; four-time Warrior Wrestlers of Faerun World Champion, protégé of Master Stoneskull, the famous dwarven monk and wrestling coach, and the only man to ever lift Ferdinand the Fierce Fomorian off his feet and throw him out of the ring!"

[NotScaryBats]

"Oh, my..." Viola responds, seeing how flush the warrior is makes her lick her lips. She continues to look at his neck, a little distractedly, but continues, "ahem, yes. Yes, the more the merrier, especially with such uncouth saurians about."

[thereaper]

"Great. Just what I need. Another idiot to look after."

[snake obsidian]

Wilian immediatly stood himself upright at the new arrivals, a drow, a human and a half-orc. "My name is Wilian Fieldlerson, former apprentice of the great Knight Mage Iangold, currently lost. It would be an honor to share adventure with such a beauty from the far lands, Lady Viola." He said, making a short bow and holding his own hand up in a clumsy attempt to imitate the courting manners of his master.

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Diplomacy roll: (1d20+9)[29]

[NotScaryBats]

Viola is quite flattered by Wilian's masterful etiquette. She breaks ranks and approaches the charming wizard.

"Excellent. What should our next move be, then? Do you three need a moment to rest from your ... Encounter with the natives? I can... Smell the blood on you."