Wasted opportunity

Ignoring Indigo’s invitation, Vogir books himself into a local Vornak Inn.
In a trance-like state he trudges up the wooden stairs.
‘6,000 gold pieces!.’
It’s all he can think about.
How had he allowed 6,000 gold pieces of the Dragon’s money slip through his fingers?
Feeling his stomach knot, Vogir feels the nausea wash over him.
He’s travelling with an idiotic bunch of monster clowns!
Swallowing back down the acidic bile rising in his gorge, Vogir opens the door to his room, enters and shuts it behind him.
With the others staying with that weird Monk, at least he can grind his teeth in solitude.

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

Those of you who want to take up the offered hospitality of William Indigo follow him to his townhouse. It is a small, but decent looking two-story building in, what appears to be, a better area of the town. The patrolling guards treat you with a certain measure of respect, and your reach the house without any incident. Those of you, who did not want to join are given the address of Mr. Indigo and are send on their way, but told that they might join later, if they wish so.

Once you arrive William ushers you into his living room, offers you refreshments and lights the fireplace. He has arrange some chairs in a circle around the warming timbers, and you eat and drink well. After you have settled down he turns to you and says: “Maybe we should have a little chat to offer you some perspective on this whole situation? And rest assured, your words here will not leave this room.” As he talks he makes a gesture with his pen, as if drawing a large circle around the heavy armchairs you are sitting in, and you see how runes inscribed on the chairs’ armrests emit a weak glow.

(Disclaimer: This is a DM approve role-playing situation. Your words and actions can both lead to valuable information, or actual changes in the world, or the disposition of people and factions towards you. Please also try to use first person speech, and try to stay in character. Please refrain from meta-discussion)

The fair and equalish division of Treasure

Whover takes magic should pay for it in some way.
I understand that in the 4th edition system of weirdness we can only sell it for a fifth it’s value, so to be fair that’s where the price should start.

Vogir doesn’t care for either item so let Dokan take the magic boots and I’m assuming the all-new Rudha-an can use the hide armour.

Therefore...

Dokan:
1) Boots of Quickness. Value: 680gp
Total: 680gp

Rudha-an:
1) Irrefutable Hide Armor +2. Value: 520gp
Total: 520gp

Ghanash:
1) 2 x Potions of healing. Value: 20gp
2) 45gp
3) 3pp. Value: 300gp
Total: 365gp

Vogir:
1) Silver Circlet. Value:250gp
2) Platinum ring. Value: 50gp
3) 1pp. Value: 100gp
1) 1 x Potion of healing. Value: 10gp
2) 5gp
Total: 365gp

Indigo:
Nothing. (Is this right?)

This means that Dokan and Rudha-an do well out of this but Ghanash and Vogir can’t complain...
Too much.

Sounds fair?
Also, doesn’t Dokan owe us some gold?

[Edit: Dokan also gives everyone (including himself and Orestes another 80gp.]
:)

Which way to Bow?

Sitting outside the Inn he’s staying at, Vogir notices a couple of men hurry past.
Recognising one of them, Vogir sits up to watch more closely.
They stop for a moment to talk and then they head off in different directions.
Going back in, Vogir gathers his equipment and follows after the bandit they’d so recently caught.
Perhaps he’ll lead him to the bandit leader?
Vogir has to admit that he’s been more than a little tempted to join their cause.
Still undecided though, he’s content just to track the thug for now.

Another one bites the dust

Another team falls to the unstoppable killing machine that is Team Apocalypse!
Great battle though. Probably the best one so far.

So who's next?

Will Dag's Denim recruits dare face Sven's all-conquering Team Apocalypse?
Only a victory from Dag can stop Sven winning the league.

The league table does a disservice to both the Knighty knights and the Warpigs.
Both have zero points from two battles, but I'd have to admit at feeling lucky to have beaten them.
With six points still available, both can come a respectable third.

Actually, Dag's Denim recruits can still actually win the league...

A Battle Worth Many Songs

The dust slowly settled and Pestilence looked around, breathing heavily. Just a moment ago, she had struck the amazonian archer down after she had gathered all her remaining power to deal one last blow. The sun was setting and in the reddish glow she could see War slowly sinking onto his knee, barely keeping himself upright. Famine slowly walked towards her, both his sword and his body dripping with blood. He had lost one of the horns of the ram's skull he wore as a helmet and blood was running slowly out of the long cuts in the hide he was wearing.
As she turned her head a bit more, she could see the bare-chested body of her youngest son lying on the ground. Almost a whole quiver worth of arrows was sticking in his body, casting long shadows on the blood-soaked ground around him. It had been a hard test the spirits had taken them through. Almost too hard.

They had taken early hits from the two female archers whose range seemed almost unlimited and whose arrows were as deadly as Death's blade. She tried to get the images of the battle in her head in order. A misunderstanding between Death and Famine had brought Death close to his end early in the battle, but she had managed to bring him back to his feet with the help of Famine. She herself had gone down and could remember War administering her a potion to get her back to her feet. Even Famine, her oldest and by far strongest son was knocked unconscious by one of the paladin's mighty blows. The spirits must have truly favoured them. Pestilence could not explain otherwise how she and her sons had survived this slaughter.

Another image of the paladins and her two sons lying on the grounds, fighting each other as fiercely as if they are standing, came to her mind. She shook her head while she was walking towards the amazonian ranger. She looked at the shattered body while her eagle silently landed next to her. She kneeled down next to the body and looked at it for a while, then closed her eyes. A few minutes passed while she was murmuring spells as old as live itself. When she opened her eyes again she looked up to her two sons who had closed in.
"We have won this battle and passed the test the spirits had set up for us. They are pleased with your victory!" They could feel raw power floating through their bodies, healing their wounds and giving them strength. They could see Death getting up to his feet again, his wounds slowly closing. "Today we fought the strongest opponents so far. They have proven themselves worthy of our respect and we will honour them as it is due for heroes!"
Her sons nodded in agreement and silently left to gather the bodies of the fallen opponents.

Half an hour later, the flames were eating through the four wooden piles and reached high up into the dark sky. The four bodies, cleaned and wrapped into their armour with their weapons on their chest, burned slowly, while the chants of Pestilence were the only sounds in the night. Songs that asked the spirits to take those bodies and grant their souls a place in the eternal forests of the great hunter. Songs telling the story of a battle so fierce that the gods themselves will listen to them in their great halls for a long time.

Tenacity thou art painful to watch

Epic battle round 4 about to begin...

The Knighty knights lost one of their number but made a bold counter attack. Unfortunately they failed to finish off Team Apocalypse’s leader.
Despite being one man/tiefling down though, the Knighty knights are hanging on in there...