Showing posts with label Dokan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dokan. Show all posts

Monday, December 10, 2012

A battle well thought


The Blue prince: Narcissus continues to flap his wings, even as he steadies his breathing. Should he hold his position, high above his aggressors or should he dive into his secure den?
It’s only been a few moments since the attack began but already his personal guard’s been devastated.
Even one of his devils has been dismissed.
Still, his other troops will already be on their way to help.
...
His troops that are all currently positioned half-a-mile away, spread between all the towers.
It’ll take them too long to get back!
And, if they leave their defensive positions, the advancing orc horde will have an easier time breaching the cities defences.
Now Narcissus understands the mercenaries timing.
They had depended upon his arrogance.
He had allowed them into the heart of his kingdom.
Into his very throne room, while the majority of his soldiers were too far away to defend him.
Clever little monkeys!
With the keen eyes of a flying predator, Narcissus looks down at the mercenaries again.
He sees at least one bow slung over one of their shoulders.
Injured as he is, he can’t risk one or two lucky shots.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Premature attack? You must be a stupid!


Never in all his thirty years, has anyone had the audacity to strike at him. Other than squabbles with his brother and sister, he’s never been so much as pushed!
Flapping his mighty wings, Narcissus holds himself aloft in the upper area of his domed throne room.
It was difficult to tell at first but it appears to be just the five mercenaries that entered with the orc criminal: Morten’s head.
No support from the human vermin in the hall.
Despite his generous reward, the idiot half-orc attacked him!
Not just attacked him but hurt him. Really hurt him.
In front of his mother!
Down below, he can see his Dragon-born soldiers, his Black-cloaks and even his Devils being beaten.
Without support, they won’t last much longer.
His mother’s magic mirror is currently pointing directly upward and therefore mostly useless…
Still, whenever he blasts the treacherous orc, he seems to receive some sort of backlash.
The tiefling also seems somehow immune to his lightning.
Looking down, Narcissus assesses his current predicament…
The orc warrior is impressive but relies on swords.
The tiefling paladin… Another melee fighter.
The wannabe black cloak monk is irritating but mostly unarmed.
The tall, thin shaman seems lost and confused. Probably the first that will fall.
Finally the tiny Halfling…
What is he doing by his throne?
And could they be connected to the advancing orc horde?
Of course they are…
Powerful and skilled as they are, they must be the leaders!
But why attack before the horde arrived?

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Surfeit of Treasures

I've just taken a look back at the incredible amount of high-level treasure Kirk has given out in just the last couple of sessions.
It is truly staggering in scale. Although the most staggering is in fact the Layered Plate :P

Dokan sees that and claims it as his own, immediately.
He'd like the rest of Durden's stuff too, but realises he is not at all proficient in the use of a Bastard Sword, and that he rather likes the helm he already has.  If he could carry the shield as a spare, he'd happily take it, but he is burdened as it is and likes his Deflection Shield.

From Mags, he picks up the Orc's Eye Amulet and happily puts it around his neck. (Not claimed yet!!)

So a lot of stuff to claim yet (just look at all the posts marked "Treasure"!).

If no one wants Clayton's stuff, Dokan would happily taken the bow, and bracers and improve his ranged attacks. :)  Although, he feels it ought to belong to an true Archer - and he can only think of one ...

Thursday, November 15, 2012

(T)orc of war


Dokan finds himself in a strange situation. Surrounded by friendly orcs and a trusted ally of their new chief.
Orestes: Chief of the Broken lance tribe.
Aurelius and Orestes are starting to discuss their immediate future when the entrance to the tent opens up and the hulking Bodan strides in.
‘I am here to pay homage to my new chief!’
Bodan was named after his father: Konan, a great, savage warrior and Bodush: The evil human sorcerer that infamously killed hundreds of orcs in the battle that destroyed the Broken lance clan. Scores of children were killed that day. Children that would never be avenged.
As the mighty Bodan bows, a diminutive gnome is revealed behind him.
Gauss smiles nervously as they’re both ushered to sit with the others.
Ale flows and soon the conversation turns to war.
War against Thereanthor and war against the Blue prince.
Orestes speaks of the possibility of leading his new army against the Blue prince…
‘Outrageous!’ squeaks the gnome.
‘This was never part of our plan. You would alert Thereanthor of our machinations and bring ruin to us all!’
The gnome looks to the others for support but finds none.
Bodan is already smiling at the prospect of battle. 
‘For so long, I have battled alone. Killing Dragon-borns and Black-cloaks wherever I could. But always small scale for I lacked any support. Now though, perhaps I can cause the accursed Thereanthor more trouble…’
Votton and Elige nod in agreement and Gauss looks horrified.
‘No! I forbid it!’
At this, Aurelius looks annoyed.
‘You ‘forbid’ it do you? Although I appreciate what you’ve done for us, never forget who and what we are. We are the Broken lance clan. We are warriors born. We are reunited at last and we have a strong leader. We are your friends but we are not your servants.’
Gauss cowers under Aurelius’ gaze before the grizzled orc continues.
‘The Blue prince now knows for certain that there is a gathering of the orcs. A large gathering. If we all flee, he or his bitch mother will hunt us down… If a large number of us fight though…’
Aurelius stops as he considers the situation but Gauss interrupts.
‘What you’re offering is a distraction while we evacuate the camp? This actually isn’t a bad proposition. Let me broker it with my superiors.’
And with that, Gauss leaves the tent.
Bodan laughs. ‘I like the little fellow but surely the Gnomes opinion has no baring on what we’re going to do.’
‘No’ agrees Aurelius, ‘But it doesn’t hurt to keep our friends contented’.
Orestes looks at his two generals, his human and tiefling friends and the orcs in his tent.
His orcs.
All told, he’s got over four hundred orcs willing to fight for him.
Willing to die for him!
Should he risk them in a battle against the Blue prince or should he lead them to the safety of Mount Sneafang?
He hasn’t even been officially crowned yet but responsibility already feels heavy on his brow.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Born to rule


After a few minutes, the still battered Aurelius enters Orestes’ tent. He is supported by two of his most trusted commanders but shrugs them off as they pass the threshold and kneels at Orestes’ feet.
Without looking up, he speaks clearly in the hushed silence.
‘You summoned me, my leader?’
Orestes bids him rise and then directs him to the rug and cushions spread on the floor.
‘Sit Aurelius. We have much to discuss’.
Four orcs and one tiefling settle down on the soft flooring: Orestes, Aurelius, Votton, Elige and Dokan.
Drinks and food are ordered and as they get comfortable, Orestes considers these four.
Dokan he has known for over a year. An odd mix of corruption and nobility…
Still, he has proved his loyalty and bravery time and time again.
Votton and Elige are unknown to him but they are Aurelius’ most trusted aids. This makes them trustworthy.
Trustworthy because Aurelius trusts them.
Trustworthy because Aurelius radiates wisdom and nobility.
Aurelius an intelligent and experienced orc who willingly gave up his advantage in their initial bout so he could help defend their people.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Diamond another day


As Dokan wanders unmolested, around the delineated orc sub-camps, he feels the demonic part of him whisper...
‘So many orcs! So much easy wealth to be had!’
This is no surprise to him. It’s the price he has to pay for his bisected soul.
A Tiefling Paladin.
Oddly, he is not that unusual amongst his people.
A rarity to be sure but not unheard of.
He wonders what the amassed army of orcs and their gnomish ‘helpers’ would think if they knew about his meeting with the young dragon?
Narcissus had behaved exactly as he’d expected him to act…
Arrogance was a trait that all dragons shared.
As a dragon prince in line to the throne of all of Fissa; how could he be anything else?
Dokan’s mind wanders back to the list of names on the Black cloaks scroll:
The dead Morten had been on it.
5,000 gold pieces worth of diamonds for a head they already had!
It’d be so easy to claim.
Aurelius and Bodan, the two other orcs that had fought for the right to rule the 'Broken-lance' clan were also on the list.
Another 5,000 gold pieces for Aurelius and double that for the hulking Bodan.
In conversation he’d also heard mention of some of the other ‘wanted’ names in the other camps.
‘Auzoux’ had already been crowned Chief of the ‘Blood-bottlers’ and ‘Knut’ and ‘Ragnar’ were due to be coronated chiefs of the ‘Meat-drippers’ and the ‘Flesh-lump-eaters’.
Looking around the thousands of orcs, Dokan was pretty sure the other named orcs would also be near somewhere. Possibly within the ranks of the remaining reformed clan, the ‘Bone-crunchers’.
‘Unger’, ‘Harang’, ‘Stig’ and ‘Viggo’.
20,000 gold pieces just for those four!
Then, despite his wishes, Dokan's thoughts stray to the hundred and sixty eight decapitated orc heads, sitting ready in a wagon by ‘Mallyx’ the, now dead, black dragon-born’s camp.
That’s 1,680 gold pieces worth of diamonds, just sitting there!
Closing his eyes and shaking his horns, Dokan forces the thought from his head.
Giving in to temptation is not the way of paladins.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I mist you


Lost in the darkening forest, Indigo tries to retrace his steps. He’d been foolish to pursue the orc. He’d assumed he’d just be able to turn around and find the mossy clearing again.
He’d not considered the confounding mist.
Now he’d not only lost the orc but his teammates as well.
Still, he was pretty self-sufficient and he would eventually find his way out.
He was concerned about the others though and wondered if they’d found the magically shrouded orc camp.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Take on me


Orestes vs Morten

Oblivious to the cheers of the crowds surrounding him and the other heat, Orestes stands perfectly still and watches his opponent.
Looking for weakness.
Assessing him.
Though fairly tall, Morten is the shortest and lightest of the four competitors. Orestes is wise enough to know though, that this doesn’t make him necessarily the weakest.
Morten’s choice of weapon is odd though...
A spear?
A useful weapon but crude when compared to a sword or an axe.
He could throw it perhaps but that would mean him effectively disarming himself.
He’s also using it two handedly.
Is Morten planning on sacrificing his own defense in his attempts to cause more damage with each thrust?
Maintaining his calm, Orestes stands on his side of the ring.
The spear is clearly magical though but what special power does it posses?
Morten stares back, almost certainly thinking similar thoughts.
Orestes then notices him glancing at his two cronies. The massive, armoured ogre and the weedy looking orc-shaman.
The shaman’s smile is worrisome.
Suddenly, the clanking bell sounds to signal the start of both bouts.
A cheer goes up in response to something happening in the other bout but Orestes doesn’t let it disturb his thoughts.
He’s surprised when Morten doesn’t charge but instead waits for Orestes to come to him.
Orestes charges forwards and brings his twin swords down.
Morten parries one but as Orestes’ other sword connects, it doesn’t seem to penetrate as deeply as he’d expected.
Taking advantage of Orestes’ confusion, Morten retaliates with a quick thrust of his spear.
As it slices open a superficial wound in his side, Orestes realises what the spears magical power is…
Poison.
They battle on and Orestes realises that the poison will kill him unless he can finish off Morten quickly.
No matter what he does though, his blows keep being repelled somehow.
With a sickening feeling, that’s nothing to do with the poison, Orestes realises that he’s going to lose.
Still, if he’s to die, he’ll die fighting.
Then something happens…
He feels a healing power wash over him, closing some of his wounds and nutralising the poison burning through his veins.
Risking a quick look around, Orestes spies his teammate: Dokan.
The Tiefling paladin subtly indicates Morten’s shaman friend and everything becomes clear.
The reason for Dokan’s interference.
The reason why Morten’s wounds seem so light, despite Orestes' many sword cuts.
Twisting around and forcing Morten away from his cronies, Orestes sees fear in his opponent’s eyes for the first time in this battle.
The orc-shaman has obviously been helping Morten but his spell range must be severely limited.
Knowing this, Orestes tries to engineer the battle away from them but Morten doesn’t allow it. Always moving back towards his healer.
It matters not though, without the poison slowing him down, Orestes starts gradually to overpower his treacherous but weaker foe.
A cheer erupts around the other ring but it doesn’t steal Orestes’ focus.
Remembering his old teacher's advice, Orestes concentrates on his opponent and nothing else.
He sees the patterns in Morten’s movements.
He waits for the opening and then...
Takes it!
Morten stares at him and then down to the sword penetrating his naked stomach.
A contemptuous sneer is all he can manage before losing consciousness.
Orestes stands back, raises his arms and acknowledges the roaring crowd.
He breathes in the adoration.
He soaks up the cheers.
The cheers of his people.
This feeling is good.
Ignored by Orestes and the crowd, the orc shaman creeps into the challenge ring to heal his stricken and defeated leader.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Im-PAL-ed


It’s Dokan who pulls the multiple pierced and bloody body of Morten’s healer off the stakes upon which he’d fallen. It’s at this point (figuratively and literally) that the Tiefling Paladin starts to reconsider the little gnome wizardess. She’d seemed so sweet when he’d first met her...
Comical even. The brutal way that she’d killed this orc though…
Frankly, the ease in which she did it was a bit scary. 
That said, the orc shaman does have a few nice things.
Treasure found:
Orc’s eye amulet +4 (Lvl:18 85,000gp)
Repulsion leather armour +2 (Lvl:7 2,600gp)
Pure spirit totem +3 (Lvl:15 25,000gp)
Coin bag containing: 166gp, 31sp and 17cp

Monday, October 1, 2012

Head held high


Zavia hums as she slices through the skin and tough tendons holding the dead Morten’s head in place.
It takes her a while but eventually she’s able to remove it completely and skewer the bloody mess onto the magical spear that was recently used to poison her orcish teammate.
Hoisting it up, she plants the pole into the soft earth outside their tent and smiling, heads back inside.
After a few minutes, Charlie Stilton wisely replaces the extremely valuable magical spear with a mundane but serviceable one he found lying around.

Treasure found:

Spear of poison +4 (Lvl:20 125,000gp)
Hide armour: Darkleaf +3 (Lvl:14 21,000gp)
Gloves of piercing (Lvl:3 680gp)
Amulet of health: +3 (Lvl:13 17,000gp)
Cherished Ring (Lvl:14 21,000gp)
Coin bag containing: 243gp, 51sp and 28cp

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Unable to see the wood for the cheese


After a brief moment of indecision, the monk Indigo sprints into the undergrowth after the orc warrior. Knowing his memories are suspect, Indigo can’t let the orc wander off alone. He may be a friend and, in his current state, he’d be easy pickings for the various groups of orc hunting mercenaries currently searching these woods.
Meanwhile, still hidden behind some foliage, Charlie Stilton tries to calm his breath while he wracks his brain for answers.
He didn’t just appear here but, for the life of him, he can’t remember the journey or any of the people in the clearing.
One of them had called out to him though, as he ran…
They knew his name…
They weren’t cursing it or shooting arrows at him…
And, as he watches them recover magical item after magical item from the bodies of fallen adventures…
He desperately wants a share of that loot!
Taking a deep breath, Charlie Stilton stands up and walks, in what he hopes looks like a confident manner, back into the clearing.
The other adventurers look around, momentarily losing sight of the monk.
Those few seconds are critical though, as Indigo is lost to them, swallowed up by the same eerie mist and darkness that now holds the unknown orc.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Another fine moss you’ve gotten yourselves into


Standing in the smoldering mess of blackened moss and trees, the adventurers look around at each other.
Dokan recognises Orestes but no one else. Who are the others? Some of them look familiar but he can’t place them.
Something’s definitely wrong here but he can’t discern what it is and so keeps his sword held ready.
The monk: Indigo is less affected but still, slightly disorientated.
Only Zavia and Orestes feel that they are mentally unaffected by the strange plant creature.
They were, unfortunately, too slow to prevent he halfling and the half-orc from fleeing into the surrounding forest.
Perhaps affected by the heat from the flaming oil, the eerie, white mist covering the ground seems to momentarily dissipate.
Several corpses are revealed. Orc-hunting mercenaries by the look of their equipment. They can’t have been dead for more than a few months as they aren't completely covered in the strange moss that seems to be everywhere in this part of the forest.
After a few minutes of mutual reassurance, the four adventures cautiously help themselves to whatever they can find.
Watching from his hiding place, Charlie Stilton wonders who everyone is, how he got there and, most importantly, how he can get his hands on that stuff.
Piggog the orc though, continues to run from the chaotic encounter. Whoever those strange people were, they were no help to him and his quest to rejoin his ancient tribe: The Bone crunchers!

Monday, September 10, 2012

The Blue Prince: Mid-series catch-up (Episode: 2)


Leaving his erstwhile teammates: Indigo and Orestes behind to explore the woods, Dokan and the diminutive Zavia rode on towards Khajag.

Khajag, as far as they knew was just a mining town. A profitable, diamond mining town but just that. Recently though, it has been bequeathed by the tyrant Thereanthor to one of her four children: Narciss.
As they journeyed on, a leather clad, Halfling called out to them from behind. He seemed cocky but not threatening. 

After he’d managed to catch up, the Halfling introduced himself as ‘Charlie Stilton’ and invited himself along for the journey. He was originally from Fewham and had followed after the adventurers as he’d lost confidence in the protection the ‘captive’ dragon: Sybille had giving the town.

They arrived at the outskirts of Khajag about a day-and-a-half later. Just farming outposts but, weirdly, worked by human slaves overseen by kobolds.
Some of the kobolds, the bigger ones, rode upon strange dog-like mounts.

The kobolds gathered in number before approaching Dokan, Zavia and Charlie Stilton. They overtly threatened and insulted the gnomess Zavia but she refused to let herself be provoked and eventually the three adventures were shown to the town’s outer ‘wall’.

A gatehouse, complete with an iron portcullis stood astride the main road into the town. It was stone-built, ornate and impressive. What was most odd about it though, was that there were no walls on either side. Rather a shimmering field of blue light.
Tall stone towers interrupted the sheets of crackling energy at regular, mile wide intervals. Each one manned by a Black cloak and a couple of blue Dragon-borns.

After a brief conversation with the Black cloak atop the main gatehouse, Dokan, Zavia and Stilton were allowed through the gate to meet with Narciss himself.
As they walked toward the newly built palace, Charlie Stilton and the others noticed how poorly treated the humans were. Everything in the burgeoning town of Khajag had been built on the whipped backs of the human slaves.

The central palace was huge in relation to the town itself. Grand but overblown. It was made mostly of white marble but had domes and decorations of vivid blue.

After dealing with a few underlings, the adventurers were surprised to be shown directly into the blue prince’s throne room§. Here they found the young dragon talking lazily to one of his mother’s Black cloaks. The room itself was colossal and, at its zenith, the domed roof reached over 50’ high!
Despite this, the dome was supported by highly decorated ribs at the circumference of the room rather than interrupting columns. Each rib denoted one of the many races of Fissa, their intertwined bodies and faces in expressions of painful subjugation. At the very top of the dome, where the ribs met, was a huge, decorative, stone boss. A boss that showed Narciss breathing lightning at the hairless monkey races.

After making them wait for a few minutes, the young dragon uncurled himself from his specially made throne and summoned the three adventures forward.

Although still young, he was already the size of a large horse but when he spoke, his voice was like a rasping whisper. Like wind over gravel.
The young Dragon told them that he’d ‘ordered them here to help stamp out a large and illegal gathering of orcs. Possibly in their thousands’.
He explained that ‘He could get help from his mother, the tyrant queen, but her troops would take weeks to arrive and he’d elected not to wait’.
He also explained his frustration with his scryers. ‘For some reason, despite numerous reports of orc sightings, they cannot locate them’.
Narciss ordered the three adventurers to ‘Go out to Fasel wood. Find the orcs and kill as many of them as possible’.

It was only then that a wretched looking human clerk shuffles forward and presents Dokan with a scroll with a reward list on it…

Ten gold pieces worth of diamonds per confirmed normal orc grunt killed but larger amounts for ten particular orcs, who are known troublemakers.
Five thousand gold pieces worth of diamonds for known troublemakers: Morten, Ragnar, Knut. Aurelius, Unger, Harang, Stig and Viggo.
Ten thousand gold pieces worth of diamonds for Bodan and Auzoux. Two especially dangerous orcs. Orcs who are inspiring their kin toward open rebellion.

After they were dismissed by the young dragon prince, Dokan, Zavia and Charlie Stilton had a quick look around on their way out of the town/city.

The main entrance to the main diamond mine was located at the far edge of the town but still within the confines of the blue energy shield. It was unsurprisingly well guarded, as were several other building.
The trio of adventurers also saw the humans being openly mistreated by the kobold overseers. Dokan, Zavia and Charlie Stilton did nothing to prevent this though as it would have caused direct conflict with the Dragon-borns and Black-cloaks.

As they were escorted back to the main gate, Charlie Stilton, on viewing the shimmering blue energy field, asked one of the nearby kobolds what the shields did. Happy to explain, four of the kobolds dragged over a human slave and threw him through the barrier.
The translucent blue field didn’t prevent him passing through it but his electrified body was quite dead when it fell on the other side.

From one of the nearby doorways, a woman wailed in despair. Her husband had been killed just as a cruel example.

Slightly disturbed but unwilling to kill the culprits, Dokan, Charlie Stilton and Zavia headed out and away from Khajag.

They made camp that night at the edge of the forest. In the morning, they headed in.
It was late that afternoon when the Halfling cleverly noticed a pit trap. Not that wide but spiked at the bottom and deep enough to prevent easy escape.
The diminutive Charlie Stilton and Zavia found themselves somewhere to hide while the well-armoured Dokan triggered the clanking bell alarm.

After a few minutes a huge black scaled dragon-born arrived. He was wary due to the ongoing bell and flanked by two humans. A well-armoured warrior and a mysterious looking sorceress.
These three were the survivors of the mercenary group Dokan had fought on-route to ‘saving’ Lady Sybille from the Black cloak tower near Fewham.
They had proved themselves tough and now it looked as if Dokan was facing them alone. Mallyx, the dragon-born signaled his human teammate forward but he was surprised by a sneak attack from the well-concealed Charlie Stilton.

Realising it was a trap, the black dragon born and the sorceress rushed to help. The battle was closely fought and Dokan looked in trouble until the little Gnomess, illusionist: Zavia managed to fool the Dragon-born into stepping onto his own pit trap.
Down he fell, soon followed by his underlings.
Zavia sealed the pit with an illusionary but unassailable metal lid, effectively trapping the three mercenaries. It was a simple matter then, for the rogue and the paladin to finish them off with crossbow bolts and daggers.

After a brief rest, the three adventurers stripped the mercenaries of all their valuable equipment and searched to area. They found dozens of pit traps and, eventually, Mallyx’s camp. Tents, a prepared but unlit fire and a wagon containing a hundred and sixty eight severed orc heads. The bodies were to be found dumped down a natural, open pit.

Despite the distasteful nature of the campsite, the three adventurers decided to stay there overnight and to look for Orestes and Indigo in the morning.

Friday, September 7, 2012

The Blue Prince: Mid-series catch-up (Unseen footage)


Waking from their night’s sleep, the four adventurers debated what to do next.
The half-orc: Orestes, naturally wanted to follow the magical orc letter and head towards the nearby ‘Fasel wood’. Dokan however wanted to follow the raven’s mysterious invitation to the diamond-mining town of Khajag.
Indigo sided with Orestes but Dokan dug his cloven heels in. The three of them argued for over half-an-hour but no redress could be found.
Zavia, the newly joined gnomess, wisely decided to keep her own council. She didn’t know these three well enough yet to try and influence their decisions.
Realising that Indigo and Orestes weren’t going to change their minds, Dokan decided to head off to Khajag alone. It was only then that Zavia made up her mind.
Two groups of two seemed fair to her and Dokan was at least heading toward a promise of gold.
The four adventures split up. Orestes and Indigo to search the forest and Dokan and Zavia to journey to Khajag and the Blue prince…

Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Blue Prince: Mid-series catch-up (Episode: 1)


Finding themselves hustled out of the Inn they were staying at in Fewham by the landlord: Proper John (Vogir and Rudha-an had apparently already left.), Orestes, Dokan and Indigo made their way to Lord Rician’s manor house and demanded entry.

The visibly present town guards shadowed them but didn’t approach.

A small Gnomess: Zavia also joined the party as she was being hustled out of town as well. In fact all the adventures and mercenaries recently invited into Fewham to help save the Lady Sybille from the Black cloaks, were being ‘asked’ to move on.

After the aged servant’s initial refusal, Dokan and Indigo were begrudgingly allowed in to ‘discuss’ their complaints.

Lord Rician was rude and dismissive and, after asking the two adventurers to leave, called his guards. Despite Indigo’s pleas for calm, Dokan drew his sword and attacked Lord Rician. Although no match for Dokan, Lord Rician was able to defend himself for the few moments it took for two of his guards to arrive.
Indigo then decided to nip matters in the bud and, in a blinding whirl of action, killed both the guards and the aged clerk.
Indigo’s brutal flurry had the desired effect though, and Lord Rician immediately surrendered. He paid Dokan double what he’d originally offered the party to save his ‘daughter’.

Leaving the next day, in their own sweet time, the gnomess Zavia decided to join them, although they hadn’t the faintest idea what to do or where to go.

During the journey to the next major crossroads, Dokan spied a raven apparently following them.
He shot it with his crossbow and, confirming his suspicions, it disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Making camp at nightfall, Zavia noticed smoke in the distance. Climbing up a tree, she realized that it was another camp nearby.

The stealthy monk: Indigo went to investigate while the other three of them prepared to defend their camp. Zavia proved herself adept with useful illusions.

Indigo noticed a group of orcs creep past him but carried on to their camp. Once there he discovered two young orcs on guard. He stepped out, unarmed and offering peace but, unprovoked, the two orcs still attacked. It was only due to his generosity that they lived beyond that moment.

The other group of orcs moved through the trees to the Party’s camp. There, after a short, shouted conversation, they discovered Orestes was one of them. An orc.
After a brief negotiation, the orcs offered to share some of their food in exchange for the mutual defence of a shared camp.

In the morning, the leader of the young orcs took out a piece of parchment, tore it and passed half of it to Orestes. Magically both halves repaired themselves and Orestes was able to read the entire message. It was in Orcish but the phrasing was odd, wrong. It was far too slick. Too savvy.

Despite being asked not to, Orestes showed it to his teammates…

CALLING ALL ORCS!

Are you sick of living in fear?
Fear of the Dragon?
Fear of the armies of Man?
The time is upon us brother.
The time to reunite the sundered tribes.
The time to reforge the great hordes of our forefathers.
Come find us in the heart of Fasel wood.
Help us reclaim what is ours.
In the name of Gruumsh, help reclaim what should be yours!

Do not share this information with men, elves or dwarves.
Do not confide with any that would see us oppressed.

The band of youthful orcs left in the direction of a nearby wood and the party continued on to the crossroads.

On the way Dokan noticed the raven again. ‘Was it the same one’ he wondered and he shot it with a crossbow bolt, just to be sure.
Again it disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Arriving at the crossroads about a day later, they found a large wooden signpost. Its arms pointing in five different directions.

1) Fewham: Back the way they came.
2) Winterhaven: Back towards where a lot of them had originally started.
3) Stonefang: The land of the dwarves.
4) Gon Dulat: The largest city within weeks of traveling and….
5) Khajag: Apparently a recent but wealthy settlement.

It's here the raven reappeared in the treetops and it swooped down to perch atop the crossroads sign.

Although raising his crossbow again, Dokan didn’t fire and the nervous looking raven finally spoke…

‘Ad-veenturoors! Youu Arr all CAW-dialy enviited to tha proviince of Khajag to aiid tha Blue prince with a triiviial but preesing mat-ter. Thaare’s gold to be made. Aaaaand plenttee of it!’

With two possibilities and unsure what to do, the Party made camp.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

It’s 'cause I’m black init?


A clanking bell signals that one of their traps has caught its prey.
Another half-witted orc has fallen into one of the many covered pits.
Stretching out his hand to one of his human underlings, the black, dragon-born: Mallyx is heaved to his armoured feet.
Curiously, the bell continues to toll and Mallyx waves to his teammates to come with him.
As he approaches the clearing, he sees, not an orc in a trap but a well armoured Tiefling, standing beside the, still covered, pit. 
He's deliberately sounding the bell!
‘I know you’ Mallyx grunts.
‘You’re one of the would be rescuers from Fewham’.
The two warriors size each other up.
Dokan is tough and well equipped and Mallyx licks his lipless teeth.
Dokan may be tough but he is also alone.
‘Nice sword. If you give it to me, I’ll allow you to leave’.
Despite his seemingly vulnerable position, Dokan refuses and Mallyx sends the human gladiator forward.
After just a few steps however, the gladiator screams in pain. A knife embedded deep into his thigh.
‘It’s a trap!’ he shouts as the Halfling: Charlie Stilton reveals himself.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose. What seemed to be three against one, turns out to be three against three as the tiny Zavia 'attacks' from the trees above.
Still, the Black dragon-born, supported by the male, human warrior and a female, human sorceress, seems confident.
He remains confident until the little gnomish illusionist: Zavia tricks him into stepping onto his own, concealed pit trap.
Down he goes, soon followed by his two humans.
Once at the bottom of the spiked pit, it is only a matter of time before Dokan and Charlie Stilton finish them off with crossbow bolts and thrown daggers.

 On the bodies, other than a few mundane items, you find the following:

(EDITED to show who has taken what so far. This session included Zavia, Charlie, Dokan only.  They get first dibs but will present remaining items to the group before selling them.)
(PS - I arbitrarily allocated THESE items)
A Horned helm: Lvl:16 45,000gp - Dokan

A Heavy Shield of deflection: 5 res Lvl:12 13,000gp - Dokan

A Light shield of recoil Lvl: 9 4,200gp

A Bastard sword of terror +4 lvl:19 105,000gp

A Battle master’s Broadsword +4. Lvl: 19 105,000gp - Dokan

A suit of Troll skin armour +3 (Scale) Lvl:15 25,000gp

A suit of Resistance armour +4 (Lightning 10) Scale Lvl:17 65,000gp - Dokan

A Robe of eyes +3  Lvl: 12 13,000gp - Zavia

A Crossbow of quickness +3 Lvl: 13 17,000gp - Charlie

A Ring of protection Lvl:17 65,000gp - Charlie Stilton

A Safe wing amulet +4 Lvl:18 85,000gp - Zavia

Hero's Gauntlets Lvl: 17 65,000gp - Charlie

After a more widely spread search you find several more pit traps and their base camp.

There are three tents, two horses and a wagon. The wagon filled up with at least a hundred severed orc heads. Their bodies lie in a burnt pile of bones and ash and the smell of pork hangs heavy in the air.

You find spare clothes, camping gear and some money.

458gp
132sp
340 low quality diamonds worth about 50gp each (17,000gp)

152gp, 44sp, 113 diamonds each (remainder 2gp, 1 diamond)
We ask Zavia if she has space for the rest of the stuff in her Bag of holding

Blue diamond fill-ups


The young, blue dragon yawns widely and uncurls himself from his stone thrown.
More adventurers. There seem to be more adventurers than orcs in his, supposedly infested, kingdom.
He’d received report after report of orc gatherings from his Black-cloaks but, even after all his efforts, only a few hundred had been caught and executed.
Where are the others hiding?
More importantly, how are they hiding so effectively?
Many adventurers had come with the hope to refill their moneybags. Most were opportunistic idiots but the last three mercenaries seem confident. The Tiefling and the Halfling were almost impertinent in his presence.
The Gnomish woman, not so much but perhaps that was just due to her encounter with the Kobolds.
Still, he’d pay them fairly if they manage to return with proof of their triumphs. It’s not as if he’s short of money.
Perhaps they’ll even find one of the orcish ringleaders?
It had been months since he’d first heard of the orc gatherings but he’d resisted calling his mother for help.
Khajag was his town. Just a mining town now but soon to be a city and centre of his kingdom. It would be unseemly for him to request his mother’s aid so early in his rule.
He’d deal with this small matter himself.
Narcissus drags a razor-sharp claw down the parchment in front of him…
10gp per orc dispatched. Generous but so what?
5,000gp for the thorns: Morten, Aurelius, Angur, Harang, Knut, Ragnar, Stig and Viggo.
All of them known to have killed Black-cloaks.
But more important still, a 10,000gp reward for Bodan the barbarian and Auzoux the conqueror.
These two muscle-bound idiots have actually managed to inspire their feebleminded brethren with the tales of their heroic battles and their thirst for Dragon-born blood.
This cannot be allowed.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

He thinks it’s all over…


Sitting in the anti-chamber between his office and his private rooms, Lord Rician sighs with relief.
A servant tends to the gash to his neck but it isn’t serious. He had been lucky…
Lucky?
Two of his guards lie dead on the floor of his office as well as one of his most trusted clerks.
Those two adventurers had also swindled him out of 2,400gp worth of gems…
Swindled?
In fairness, it had been he who had swindled them in the first place. He’d known that they would baulk when confronted by a young dragon rather than a young woman.
He had also known that she’d probably have to save herself at that point. A task that was easily in her power. There isn’t much that can stop a dragon.
Still, he’d settled the matter with the adventurers and could finally relax.
Ordering one of the clerks nearby to fetch a quill and some paper, Lord Rician prepares to write the commiseration letters to the families of the dead.

Friday, March 16, 2012

That’s the way to do it

Taking in the group of adventurers in front of him, Vogir sighs deeply.
It was a good plan. A plan that he himself would have considered, had the opportunity presented itself.
These five brigands have been waiting here, just outside the scope of the Black cloak tower, in the hopes of wresting the rescued Sibylle from the undoubtedly wounded arms of whichever group was successful.
It wasn’t just a good plan.
It was a VERY good plan.
Thankfully Rudha-an’s insightfulness, coupled with his own cynicism had lifted the veil of deception from his teammates eyes.
Rudha-an’s spirit panther was about to spring.
It wouldn’t be alone.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Dead friends with benefits

Riding back from the pine forest, Vogir feels his heart lighten.
Ghanash has gone on to the afterlife he so craved and has no need for any of his old weapons and equipment.
The deal he’d made with the traveling trader was poor, but it was better than nothing and his spare horse was still under a greater strain than she’d been on the way out.
Magical armour and axes weigh much less than even a fifth their value in gold.
Once back in town, Vogir seeks out Dokan, Rudha-an and Indigo to give them their share.
He could cheat them now, but frankly he’s not really interested in gold so why bother?
Unsurprisingly, he finds them all in the local tavern run by Linnea, a blond-haired, overly friendly, middle-aged widow.
The others find her fussing a little annoying, but Rudha-an seems to be loving it.
“Well boys, set up the drinks while I divvy this all out.”
The others smile and drink to the Dragon-born's memory as Vogir hands out his gold.

Dokan gets 10pp, 3,868gp, 2sp and 5cp.
Indigo gets 10pp, 3,868gp, 2sp and 5cp.
Rudha-an gets 10pp, 3,868gp, 2sp and 5cp.
Vogir gets 10pp, 3,868gp, 2sp and 5cp.