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I rush through the door with the sound of footsteps behind me, sweat dripping from my forehead.

[Private to Herr Johannes: I whisper to Johannes. "I found Adwonus. I told him I was only accompanied by Imbellem and that we were sent my Lenora that we met at the inn where Adwonus parted ways"]
This message was last updated by the player at 18:33, Fri 08 May 2015.

I consider the arrival of Adwonus' party and chat with them. {see chat Channel 4: The Pier}

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
1st Ryan- are we being strict about sharing results of our rolls? ie when you tell me the results of these rolls, do I have to tell my allies quietly for them to know (ie make a check) or can I just tell them? I was not sure how strict we were going with info.

I talk with the party about our challenge and password and contingency plans if things go poorly for our scout team or the mission- see separate fb chat.
'challenge: fog
followed: stinking wind
friendly: gate
danger: mutton'

"...So if 'all hell breaks loose' we would fall back to the run down building and fire bomb the warehouse before we retreat.
If a scout team is discovered fall back past our building and we will try to catch the people chasing you after they pass, flanking them, and killing them a safe distance from the warehouse..."

I consider Pyrra's words about the conflict between Estrayus and Galilee -spelling :/
23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (History), Pyrra and the conflict with Estrayus; MQ.

I look over Adwonus, Zin, and Pyrra for hidden weapons and I look at their equipment in general I look (not just dependant on spot check)
23:52, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Adwonus party equipment (hidden weapons); MQ.

I consider my knowledge of home- was there anything that has to do with Adwonus' party or the pirates that would shed light on this?
00:00, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20. Knowledge local on Adwonus' party and pirates; MQ.

I Look at the warehouse for windows and entry/exit, I look for a place to climb up. I move to the edge of our building to get a better look if I need to.
00:07, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 20 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, warehouse; MQ.

I keep aware of my surroundings, especially around people I do not have much reason to trust
21:37, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 20 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
21:37, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.

I consider all I may know or can tell about Pyrra, Zinvaris, and Adwonus in the categories of their class and level.
21:37, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Pyrra; MQ.
21:36, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Zin; MQ.
21:35, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Adwonus; MQ.

Their acquaintance, skill, and ability of magic.
21:40, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Pyrra; MQ.
21:40, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Zinvaris; MQ.
21:40, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 9 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Adwonus; MQ.

Their possible royal lineage.
21:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), Adwonus; MQ.
21:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), Pyrra; MQ.
21:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), Zinvaris; MQ.

I consider the motives of Adwonus' party:
21:58, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20. Sense Motive, of Pyrra; MQ.
21:58, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20. Sense Motive, of Zinvaris; MQ.
21:58, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20. Sense Motive, of Adwonus; MQ.
]
This message was last edited by the player at 04:15, Tue 12 May 2015.

Lady Jacqueline keeps her arms folded as she speaks.

[Private to Herr Johannes: {21:56, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. Natural 20, sir. For all of the Adwonus party.
21:56, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Listen. Any whispers in the night, in or outside of the whole party.
21:55, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+8. Search. If in case Spot doesn't do it.
21:55, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Spot. The equipment inventory of the Adwonus party.


23:50, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. On Adwonus's party.
23:50, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 15 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nobility/Royalty. On Adwonus's party.
23:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Knowledge Nature. Should be 21, since I mis-looked at the character sheet. Our surroundings and any advantages we'd have.
23:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Knowledge History. Should be a 14 same reason as above. History on the Adwonus Party.


00:02, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 11 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. Pirate Warehouse.
00:04, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Looking to see if there's a place to climb near the warehouse.}]
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This was a quite a turn of events Imbellem thought to himself as his friends, and an ex party member spoke in an abandoned building. Working together... This could be interesting. As he tried to calm the arguing between the ladies to a minimum, he couldnt help but looking at Pyrra more often. Elves. Never a bad looking one.

As they came to an agreement, Imbellem tried his best to make good decisions for the good of all involved, including the two strangers.


[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 using 1d20+5. Listen check, surroundings.

Secret Roll: Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 using 1d20+6. Spot Check on Surroundings.

Secret Roll: Imbellem Tueri rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Spot check Adwanus' party, suspiousness.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+5. sense motive Pyrra.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using 1d20+5. sense motive zin.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 12 using 1d20+5. Sense motive for Adwanus.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 6 using 1d20+1. Knowledge Local Warehouse.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 21 using 1d20+1. Knowledge local Zin.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 using 1d20+1. Knowledge local Pyrra.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Knowledge local Adwanus]
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[Private to Herr Johannes: {22:46, Sun 10 May: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+3. Balance Check.
22:45, Sun 10 May: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.
22:45, Sun 10 May: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Climb Check.
22:44, Sun 10 May: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.}]


Jacqueline silently creeps outside their current building, making sure to stay close to the wall. She peers carefully around the corner at the warehouse, searching for a window to possibly peer into.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:16, Tue 12 May 2015.

In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 6):

Trapper and pyyra prepare and return to their point of entry, moving as quietly as they can...
The half orc keeps his weapon drawn, prepared to use it only if necessary.

12:37, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 11 using 1d20+10.(hide check)
12:38, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 15 using 1d20+10. Move silently/stealth.

12:39, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 24 using 1d20+6. spot checks for headcounts and enemy strength.
(I did +6 assuming the pirates are humans(I get a +2 to spot checks against them, normally im+4, I also have darkvision so light is not a factor)

I stay aware of my surroundings while Adwonus and others move out.
{00:31, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Listen check; awareness.
00:31, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 19 using 1d20+3. Spot check, awareness.}

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "I didn't see much when I went in that back room. It just looked closed off or separate from the rest of the building. I could hear others in the building but that's about it."

I Consider anything I may know about the warehouse
00:32, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 15 using 1d20+2. Knowledge local; Warehouse.

I think about what I may know about Pyrra based on where she and I are from.
00:32, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 22 using 1d20+2. Knowledge local; Pyrra.

I carefully observe the warehouse, taking note of the building material, any windows, and the roof, or anything else of note about it.
00:31, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 16 using 1d20+3. Spot check; observing the warehouse.

]

Dwalin observes the other adventurers. He study each unknown one to see what their strengths and weaknesses are. He first watches zinvaris, then pyrra.
00:43, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 11 using 1d20+7. knowledge adventure on pyrra.
00:42, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 26 using 1d20+7.knowledge adventure on zinvaris

“Let’s go,” spoke Adwonus. Followed by his elven companion, Pyrra, he disappeared from the store entrance and began moving toward the warehouse. Their footsteps immediately faded into silence. Inside the abandoned storefront was the remainder of the party, including Zinvaris, now listening to the hum of the sea. It was the dead of night. “Alright, I’m going out there,” Jacqueline whispered to the others. Most nodded in acquiescence. Imbellem alone replied with an enthusiastic thumbs up, inciting Jacqueline to momentarily chuckle; she appreciated the relief on her nerves. Tiptoeing over the scattered debris that littered the floor, Jacqueline escaped the storefront and stepped into the open air.

The nearby ocean pulsed beneath the moonlit sky like a slow and dying heartbeat. An especially large wave broke against the pier, sending an ethereal mist which dampened Jacqueline’s left cheek. She wiped it with her sleeve. Staying close to the building, she crept along the edge to the corner where she positioned herself carefully. Inside the abandoned shop, she could hear the scuffling of feet as the party crowded near the south wall, likely looking for a hole in the rotted wood through which they could observe. But out here in the darkness, Jacqueline’s perch was best.

Diagonal from her, far across the street, she caught the distant glimpse two familiar silhouettes as they vanished around the rear corner of the warehouse. Moments after they’d gone out of sight, a flash of light appeared and disappeared from the alcove - the backdoor. Jacqueline took a deep breath. It was only her out here now. No alarms or shouting yet, so she could only presume things were going well, so far. Being cautious she examined the warehouse once again. Large and 30 feet tall at its peak, the building was worn from age and saltwater. To Jacqueline’s consternation, there wasn’t a window to be seen, nor a particularly good place to climb. The wooden walls were plain and bare. Not to mention ugly. Being so out of the way, distant from the public eye, the owners paid little heed to its appearance.

As Jacqueline lingered at the corner, she once again saw the brief glimmer of light down the street, and shadowy figures came out from behind the warehouse, heading her way. Unable to count how many, Jacqueline felt the advent of uncertainty. Her muscles tensed up. “Friend or foe?” she questioned herself. Finally drawing near, she saw there were only two, confirming what her rational mind had tried to tell her. Adwonus and Pyrra soon became visible. “Both,” answering her earlier question with a grim satisfaction. They approached Jacqueline. “Come on,” said Adwonus, motioning toward the storefront with a nod. They had finished their scouting. Pyrra shook her head as she walked past Jacqueline, muttering deliberately loud enough for her to hear, “Useless.” A fiery anger flickered in Jacqueline’s chest. But she didn’t act on it. “In time. . .”

They re-entered the abandoned shop. Johannes approached them. “What did you find?” he asked eagerly. Zinvaris and Dwalin were sitting crouched near the middle, smoking a pipe. They were getting along just fine. The others huddled around the returning group; Zinvaris and Dwalin dumped out the ashes of the pipe and joined them. “We got the layout of the place. Mostly crates - stacked around the room. It looks a little something like this.” He borrowed a piece of chalk and traced an outline on the floor. “But how many enemies? How many pirates were there?” Johannes pressed. Adwonus stood and spoke with a bewildered tone, “Well that’s the interesting thing. . .

. . . It was empty. There was nobody inside.”




[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Spot ~ Your eyes catch sight of a knife handle protruding from Adwonus’ boot. Bootknife.
Sense Motive ~ Pyrra appeared very collected and calm as she spoke, at least, until Mikael was mentioned. At that point, she couldn’t restrain her shivering, as though struggling with a deep and ardent hatred.
Knowledge Local ~ Zin. Zinvaris. You saw that name before, when you first arrived in Herrod. It was on a mercenary list for sell swords - it also mentioned tutoring! You wonder how much lessons would cost. . .]

[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: Mikael
Knowledge Local ~ About this particular warehouse, nothing comes to mind, but you remember from the lads at the rebel outpost saying the entire Bazaar was pirate territory. And this warehouse would be very deep in it.
Knowledge Local ~ She’s Estraen. You’ve never seen an Estraen before, but there was no doubt Pyrra was one. She didn’t have the Galian features, features that humans could never discern when it came to elves. The empire of Estraeus, the millennia long enemies of Galia, was completely destroyed, as well as its people. You suppose it’s not too surprising there are small populations left. No doubt she bears ill will toward you. Aside from this, you also remember her name from the rebel lads; she was a top agent for Duke Steyus and very dangerous. Considering these two facts, you immediately resolve to never be alone with her. . .]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ Pyrra had a challenging rating, and was certainly a rogue. Only that much you could tell. Zinvaris on the other hand was an open book. He was a dexterity-based fighter with a very difficult rating. Wielding little more than a rapier, he was undoubtedly specialized at parrying and defense, an armorless tank in a way. However, he likely did little damage as a result of that. Not to mention if he lost his weapon or was knocked off his feet, he’d be extremely vulnerable.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Sense Motive ~ There wasn’t any sign they were trying to deceive you. Adwonus especially seemed earnest, a fact that somewhat surprised Jacqueline when he stated his good intentions. Pyrra definitely had some reservations about this union, but it’s likely she’ll follow Adwonus’ lead regardless. Zinvaris on the other hand seemed aloof, confident, not to mention fairly handsome. . . You caught your thoughts trying to digress. The wink really got you!
Examine ~ Donned in studded leather, Adwonus wielded a hefty orc double axe, like a staff with axeheads on both ends. Pyrra carried an especially nice long bow and also wore studded leather; there was a dagger on her belt but you doubt she used it often. Zinvaris wore little more than padded armor and carried a rapier as his sole weapon. Seemed light on his feet.
Spot ~ You spot the knife hidden in Adwonus’ boot. Memories. As for the warehouse, you don’t see any decent spot for climbing. It’d be difficult no matter where you picked.
Knowledge Local ~ As a child, you remember only that the east side of the Bazaar was deep pirate territory, and that you were to never go there!]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Johannes
Spot ~ Plain, the warehouse didn’t appear to have any windows nor a decent spot for climbing. It’d be difficult no matter where you picked.
Knowledge Adventure ~ Adwonus and Pyrra would be challenging opponents but that was the most you could discern.
Sense Motive ~ Pyrra appeared very collected and calm as she spoke, at least, until Mikael was mentioned. At that point, she couldn’t restrain her shivering, as though struggling with a deep and ardent hatred. Adwonus also appeared collected and earnest in his speech. When he mentioned the truce lasting even longer than the current mission, you were surprised. You got the feeling that his views were changing, that his loyalty to Steyus had waned in exchange for a bigger picture of the greater good. Perhaps there was hope yet.
Examine ~ Donned in studded leather, Adwonus wielded a hefty orc double axe, like a staff with axeheads on both ends. Pyrra carried an especially nice long bow and also wore studded leather; there was a dagger on her belt but you doubt she used it often. Zinvaris wore little more than padded armor and carried a rapier as his sole weapon. Seemed light on his feet.
Knowledge History ~ The story of Estraeus was not one taught in Vaterland schools, mostly because the Estraens were reported extinct, and the Galians never shared such historical knowledge with other nations. In fact, you never heard of the Estraens until you set foot in Herrod. Thus far, you have the understanding that they were long time enemies of the Galians and were utterly destroyed by them. However, this Pyrra is proof that there are still some surviving populations. You decide it’s best not to leave her and Mikael alone.]

The group stood in silence. Imbellem sat for a moment, waiting for the words to truly sink in. "Im sorry what?" he finally asked, breaking the silence. "You men just a few minuets ago... and we didnt hear or see anyone leave the building. How is that even possible?... unless they all packed themselves into crates," he added with a chuckle, trying to make light of the situation. Tensions were often high, jokes occasionally helped ease the tension. As the group stood looking at the chalk layout Adwonus drew, Imbellem tapped Ziv on the shoulder, causing him to look over toward the cleric. "Excuse me, may I have a word in private please? Just for a momnt" nodding his head to the corner of the building away from the group. Zinvaris gave a quick nod and followed Imbellem away from the group for a moment, as they spoke more about the current developments.

[Private to Zinvaris Artian: They tiptoe away from the group, Zin slightly on edge, wondering why he was being pulled away. "I know how i know you now" Imbellem said sternly. Zin kept a straight face, slowly reaching for the handle of his blade... "You're that mercenary, a great swordsman from what I hear, Its an honnor to meet you!" Imbellem said with a smile, Zin let out a nervous sigh and removed his hand from the handle of his weapon, he was worried Imbellem had a vendetta against him and meant to cause him harm, he looked at him with a smile "Always nice to meet a fan haha" he said. The tense confusion had now passed. "I was wondering for a favor..." Imbellem said as he leaned closer to the man, "I use a mace myself, but I was wondering if you would be willing to teach me a thing or two on your art of fighting. I hear it is quite a sight to behold and would love nothing more than some of that knowledge for myself. I wish only for skills to better protect my friends, which now luckily includes you. Would you be willing to show me a thing or two? I would greatly appreciate anything you could teach me" he asked with an childlike excitement and earnesty.]

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+5. Sense Motive Adwanus, is he telling the truth.]

In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 11):

Trapper gathered the stealth oriented adventurers around him and took point as they encroached into the warehouse, weapon drawn, and trying to move quietly...
22:02, Wed 13 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 23 using 1d20+10 ((13)).(ms)
22:02, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 11 using 1d20+10. hiding.
Once inside, he began searching

22:04, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 19 using 1d20+4.(spot)

22:06, Wed 13 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 13 using 1d20+2 ((11)).(search)


22:06, Wed 13 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 23 using 1d20+3 ((20)).(listening for pirates ect)

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Before following Adwonus I whisper to my companions, "Let's watch each others backs here. We may be on the same mission with Adwonus right now, but I don't trust his companions to much. Let's stick together just incase anything goes sideways."]

I draw my spear and keep it ready in my hand. I say to those around me, "Alright let's see what these dirty pirates have been up to."

I follow behind the rest of Adwonus' group with Jacqueline. I attempt to remain quite and search for anything out of the ordinary. I also stay alert to my surroundings.

{09:55, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 18 using 1d20+3. Move silently, MQ.
09:55, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 16 using 1d20+7. Listen Check, Situational Awareness, MQ.
09:54, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 6 using 1d20+3. Spot Check, Situational Awareness, MQ.
09:54, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 6 using 1d20+4. Search check, MQ.}
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Returning to the others, Imbellem was in a strange mood. Rather excited, like a teenage girl who got to meet the member of a boy-band. The serious tone of everyone quickly brought him down a few notches.

"Aright," He said, drawing his weapon and placing his shield on his arm, "You guys go in first and we'll give support if you need it. I would like to go in to have a look around if it truly is abandoned, but I'll follow the lead of Johannes on this one... Also if something goes wrong, we all need to work together, personal vendettas aside please. We're all on the same team here."

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: I agree with Mikael, Nobody should be left alone with any of them... Especial you Mikael, and you Jacqueline. I stand the best chance of being left alone with them because they dont know me....But that doesnt me I want to be.]

Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using 1d20+5. Listen check, warehouse/for possible ambush or stragglers.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Spot check on Warehouse
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 using 1d20+1. Knowledge local, possible secret escape routes

Earlier chat, see channel 4.2: the Pier

     "Alright, Zinvaris, Dwalin, Imbellem, we are the heavies in this case. Our job as the heavies is to guard the 2 entries to the warehouse. I think Zinvaris and myself will be team 1 and watch the front main entrance, likely posting near the corner of the building. Dwalin and Imbellem will be team 2 and shall watch the back door. Stay close enough to the door that you can hear if our friends inside need help, or call us in, but stay within eyesight of us at the corner. This way we can maintain communication via sight, without making noise. Remember to draw your weapons before we leave.
     Zin, can you see in the dark pretty well? I understand elves have some advantage with that? I think that is another reason it will be good to have Dwalin, with his dark vision in one team and then Zin in the other.
     Remember to keep an eye and ear out for anyone approaching. Signal with your hands to the other team if you hear someone approaching, hold fingers up for numbers of people. If you have to duck back into the alley, just give us a signal first. Better to stay hidden and not arouse suspicion.
     How about a word of prayer before we go? Dwalin, Imbellem, Jacqueline, Mikael (if they are still here). You can join in as well if you wish Zin. {I assume Adwonus and Pyrra have left already?} 'I thank you Lord Jesus that you watch over us and protect us, You give us a favor in finding the answers we need. You teacheth our hands to war. You bless what we put our hands to. I thank you for all this and that we have success in our endeavors, because of You. Thank You for this. We who are the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus say, let it be so in Jesus name, Amen!'

Any Questions before we go?...
Alright, let's move out."

I keep my guisarme in hand and ready to be used. I move with the rest of the heavies to the door, after the scouts have moved out.

I look across the way for any area we could hide by the northeast corner (like in a recessed doorway) and search for even a pallet or a crate nearby that I could move to be cover for us. If there is an easily carried pallet near the abandoned store front, I carry that over and set it upright as a piece of cover leaned against the building.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:{23:50, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20. Search Check, for cover or crates near the corner; MQ.
23:49, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, for hidding place near NE corner; MQ.}]

I do my best to move across the way with Zin silently and hide by the corner- I prepare to move from one side of the building to the other around the corner if I hear someone coming. Without many places to hide, going around the corner may be our only option.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:{23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20. Hide Check, by building; MQ.
23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20. Move Silently Check, to corner of building; MQ.}]

Upon reaching my position, I crouch, reducing my area to be seen and making me a more difficult target for ranged attacks.

I stay aware of my surroundings, keeping keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. and listening for any sounds other than the ocean in the distance.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: {23:19, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ. 23:19, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}]
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Lady Jacqueline pulls out her bow with an arrow pulled tightly into place. She steps in-between Pyrra and Mikael, casting a glare at her and a nod towards Mikael to move together with herself. [Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: "You'd better stick with me, Mikael," she whispers. "I don't want her thinking it's okay to take a stab for you."] She moves as stealthily as she can, ducking into shadows when possible, keeping pace exactly between Pyrra and Mikael.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Mikael Vaeltaja:
23:26, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.
23:26, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.
23:25, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Search Check. For Trap Doors.
23:25, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
23:25, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.]
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Mikael pressed his back against the rough, wooden wall of the warehouse. The front entrance was merely a couple meters away. He could feel the ethereal spray of the ocean on his face from here, and periodically had to wipe the dampness from his brow. Jacqueline bumped against his shoulder as she shifted into a more comfortable position. She was crouched in a low stance ahead of him, and in front of her, Adwonus and Pyrra stooped in a similar stance. Together they lined up along the wall outside the warehouse. Adwnous peered around the edge of the front entrance whose doors had been propped wide open. He looked back at the others, “It’s still empty. Let’s move inside.” As swift and silent as they could, they turned the corner one after the other and filed into the building.

They dashed behind a pile of crates stacked ten feet high. But the exertion seemed needless, for not a sound stirred in the remainder of the warehouse. As Adwonus had said before, the entire place appeared deserted. And there was not much to speak of inside. Crates were stacked about the room in various piles and rows, and in the center was a large wooden platform flat on the ground; chains connected each of its four corners to pulleys along the ceiling and finally to a lever alongside it - a crane lift for moving boxes. After a few moments of waiting, Adwonus cautiously stepped out from behind cover and into the center of the room. When nothing happened he relaxed and called out to the others, “It’s safe.” After a few uneventful minutes, the stealth team called in the others waiting outside, convinced now the danger had passed. They all converged within the warehouse.

“Where’d they all go?” asked Imbellem as he poked his head between two stacks of crates. “I mean, wasn’t there like a lot of people in here not long ago?” “Yes,” replied Johannes. His tone was thick with suspicion. “We need to check for clues - be thorough.” Pyrra was already of him and had begun scouring the interior walls of the building, searching for any hidden door there might be. Mikael explored the opposite end. Johannes' attention then fell on Jacqueline who was acting strangely. “Jacqueline, what you doing?” he inquired. She didn’t respond but instead stood in the center of the warehouse, staring pensively at the chains and pulleys which operated the crane, studying them. Letting her be, Johannes switched his focus to the crates, “We should check these crates and see what’s inside. Dwalin, crowbar time!”

Pulling out their instrument, they went between the many stacks of crates and pried off lid after lid. And in each one, they found exactly the same thing - nothing at all. Imbellem knocked on higher ones with his mace, but they all replied with a resounding, hollow thud. Every last one had been emptied. They’d never felt so bewildered. After prying open the tenth empty crate, Johannes and Dwalin gave up in frustration. “Where is everything? This is strange.” Finished, the whole party congregated near the center. “Nothing,” said Pyrra with a trace of disappointment. “No secret doors around the walls.” “Same,” Mikael corroborated. Dwalin looked between the dumbfounded faces, “So, what are we going to do?”

Only Jacqueline stood apart from the others, ignoring the nearby discussion. Her eyes followed the chains which draped the ceiling. Then, an insight struck and filled her with elation. “I’ve got it!” she cried, almost too loudly. The others quieted down as they turned toward her. “What is it?” asked Johannes. “The chains! The chains, don’t you see?” She was excited at her discovery. Confused, the party responded with blank but attentive stares. “The chains! Their - aghh - just look. The rigging, makes absolutely no sense. I mean, this crane literally doesn’t lift; it’s already at its max height. So what good is it for moving boxes? That’s the thing. The chains have slack on all the wrong sides. It doesn’t lift anything up at all, at least higher than it already is. It lifts things lower!” The party continued appearing confused, struggling to interpret what she was saying.

“Aghh- Do I have to spell it out!?” she exclaimed. “It’s an elevator! An elevator that leads underground. . .”



[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Eureka (nice natural 20)! You discern that a flip of the lever will activate the elevator and lower the platform. Judging by the length of the chain, you reckon it goes rather deep - perhaps twenty feet. There must be a decent layer of stone between you and the lower level.]

"Guys--" she gently gestured to lever. "--I think that is what activates the switch to the underground." She paused for a moment and then faltered a little in speech. "S-so... This goes underg-ground. I was aware of them using this before on a different quest..." A swift glance of concern is thrown at Johannes. "Do you think your pet parrot m-might be of some help..?"

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Mikael Vaeltaja:
13:31, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Search check. Any other treasures.

13:30, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.

13:30, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.]
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In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 18):

Trapper glanced towards the lever and to the floor space. The grip on his axe tightened. "As soon as we use that elevator, our cover will be blown. It will definitely be noticed, if not already set up for an ambush. We also got no idea as to what's down there. I'm guessing in the end it will be the only way in, but We should look for some 'quieter ways down and see what else is in here.... nice spot by the way Jaq."

I chat with the group about how we should now proceed, after finding the crates all empty and the elevator to be the apparent secret door.

{see Channel 4: The Pier; (Part III - the elevator)}

"Perhaps we should have someone keep watch while we discuss. Actually on that note," I consider to myself before taking charge, "I need 2 people on watch now, 1 at each entrance, stay in ear shot. We will all keep discussing until we are ready to make a decision. In the mean time we need to be ready for people coming up the elevator and people coming from outside the warehouse.
     If either of those things happen, make sure to get a look at what is down there or who is coming. The rest of us need to move to a more hidden place in the warehouse. Just because there is no one here now, does not mean there will not be soon.
     Mikael, could you take the back door here?"


I move to be above the crate {next to the 3 on the map} to the left of the lever. I motion for the rest of my squad to do likewise (get by or behind a crate, yet close enough to still chat or listen). "Everyone stay vigilant" I say to my squad. {do spot and listen checks for anyone approaching etc.}

I speak to Imbellem about more ideas, "Would a smoke screen be an option possibly?"

I ready an action to hide if the elevator starts to go down or people enter the warehouse.

I stay aware of anyone approaching the warehouse. I stay vigilant.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: {23:03, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 NAT 20! using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ. 23:03, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}]

"well, I'm not the quietest or the most vigilant, but I'd guess I'm the best fighter here" Dwalin says confidently"So if you want I can go stand near the door in case of attack."
I ready an action to attack if someone finds us" If the others don't oppose it, Dwalin walks to the door and peers around the side, taking cover from the outside. His Darkvision cuts through the darkness with ease.

"Thanks, Adwonus," Lady Jacqueline whispered politely. She kneels down and readies herself for the lever to be pulled. Crouching carefully, she awaits for the lever.

[Private to Herr Johannes: {00:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+8. hide check.
07:43, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History. How the lever functions.
07:42, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Checking the lever and its functions. }]
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Imbellem lifted his morningstar and swung wildly, causing him to spin in a circle as though he were performing ballet. “No no no, not like that,” commented Zinvaris. Imbellem stabilized after the momentum had run its course. “You, sir, are in dire need of my assistance. First, don’t swing like a madman - it leaves your shoulder exposed for ages. Here.” He demonstrated with his rapier a slow figure-eight motion. “Transfer the power to your next swing. Now try again.” While Zinvaris gave Imbellem lessons at the side of the room, the others deliberated about the elevator and what exactly to do next.

“We could go down, swords at the ready. Direct, fast, and might even catch them with their pants down,” Dwalin stated. “That, plus position crates on it for cover?” Mikael added. Imbellem chimed in from afar, “We could all hide in the crates and go down! They’d never know we were inside- Ow!-” Morningstar slipping from his hand, it landed next to his foot, and a spike poked his toe. “Pay attention now,” Zinvaris said to Imbellem with a smile. Pyrra spoke, outlining their main options, “The choices are clear: continue or leave. And I don’t think we’ll find another way down that’s any easier, if any.”

“Well in the mean time, let’s keep watch while we figure this out,” said Johannes. People took guard positions about the room. There was one last idea, but it was unfortunately (or perhaps wisely) left unfinished, “I know! We could all put on dresses, then- Ouch!- stupid thing.” [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: You discern that a flip of the lever will activate the elevator and lower the platform. Judging by the length of the chain, you reckon it goes rather deep - perhaps twenty feet. There must be a decent layer of stone between you and the lower level.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus mozied to the end of the warehouse near the front and gazed out the entrance at the moon and stars. It was a clear night to see them with almost no clouds in the sky. The sight of stars had always awakened in him a sense of forgotten peace, followed by longing, then by anger. There were, afterall, so many memories. . .

***

"Dat star be Tonhon, who fight snake king. D'ere be his knife." She traced her finger between the glimmering dots. The child at her feet watched and imagined the pictures as she drew. In his mind, the stories came to life. She told him how Tonhon swam to the bottom of a deep swamp. There he summoned the snake king from the muck with taunting insults, and, angered, the snake king rose and tried to strike him. But Tonhon was clever. He'd brought with him the bark of the Mungnum tree whose sticky sap could trap animals to it forever. Tricked into recklessly attacking, the snake king bit into the bark instead, gluing down his own fangs, and was then easily killed by Tonhon and his knife. Tonhon, a mythical hero of the Kanui tribe, had many such adventures.

Adwonus loved these stories. He looked up at his mother; she looked a lot like him, except for the skin. Her's was almost black. His was green. Cause she didn't have orc blood, she'd say, but she loved him all the same.

The night was warm, as always, enveloping them like a blanket. Like all on the island, neither Adwonus nor his mother wore clothes – there was no need – the thought simply never occurred. Instead the tribe wore ornaments: beads, bones, and shiny metal things that passing ships and strangers brought. Of course, Adwonus rarely saw strangers or the other tribefolk. He wasn't welcome in the village, nor his mother. They'd say hurtful things to her, about him, and throw stones if she didn't leave. So they lived by the cliffs and sea in a hut of their own. It was farther from food, but Adwonus liked it here. He liked seeing the stars.

"See two bright ones? D'ey Gurkle's eyes." Adwonus knew this one. "D'ey watch you. See d'ey shine? Dark scare you, you look at eyes, and d'ey keep you safe. No harm come you." Adwonus gazed up at the two stars; the left one twinkled blinking on and off, but the right one shone steadily. They say that's cause Gurkle once came down and helped a tribal chieftain fight back a pack of leopards but not before taking a swipe to the eye. That worried Adwonus. Would if he needed help when Gurkle was blinking?

"What dat mum?" Adwonus pointed at a white dot low in the horizon, right between the black sky and black sea. She squinted and said, "Dat not star. Dat ship comin' here. Tradin' wid village in mornin' like d'ey do. Now no more story. Sleep sleep." At that, Adwonus and his mother walked back into the hut and laid down on the grass heap bed; curling up against her breast, he slept. That night he dreamt he was Tonhon fighting the snake king. It was a little different than the story. In his dream, the snake king had horns.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin stood by the front door and gazed out at the dark sea. The moon and stars shone overhead, their reflections lost in the black, shifting waves. Although he’d seen the sea many times now, it never failed to remind him he was in a strange place. Dormania had no seas. It seemed that he was cursed to roam the strange places of the world and never return to his homeland, for his folly quest was no closer to ending than when he started. Despite having come a long way. . .

***

Dwalin swung his axe again and again, hacking away; he was started to get tired. The vines easily separated beneath the edge, but an axe was too damn heavy for this. "Cursed jungle." Somehow, insulting the plants made him feel better. He was far from his homeland, having left Dormania months ago. After the Goblin War, Dwalin could only think of his father's death, and those yellow eyes, those laughing yellow eyes. They were burned into Dwalin's memory forever. He'd see them at night; he'd see them during the day. Damn those eyes.

To him, there was no real choice but to pursue, and to leave the mountains with its rugged foothills, ravines, and snow-covered peaks; and the dwarven halls, caves and cities beneath them. Such was his home where the air always cool and refreshing in his lungs, where he knew every type of rock and pine – but now there was jungle. . . hot, humid, god forsaken jungle. It'd taken a long time to reach Shan-tai, but he had to take the long way around Da'ak, the orcs along Dormania's southern border. Here, Dwalin recognized none of the plants, animals, or birds, and even the very earth was different. He detested it.

But he learned Nerkyl had come this way and where he was going. He was prepared to endure anything, and any distance, to slay his father's killer. While the goblin hordes of Cathyria had moved on to other mountains, their shaman had headed south. Why a leader like Nerkyl would separate from his tribe – Dwalin didn't know. In fact, he didn't care. Vengeance was the only thing on his mind. There would be no rest for Dwalin in life as long as Nerkyl still lived. So he persevered.

Bpaa'Dohng – that's where the goblin was headed, and so Dwalin was too. What Nerkyl was going to that port city for, Dwalin could only guess – passage on a ship perhaps. That'd be a pain, Dwalin thought. He was only a few days from the city now, from the eastern coast, but in between him and there was a thick, tedious jungle. Dwalin swatted a mosquito on his neck, "Damn bugs!" He looked at his hand and saw a small droplet of blood; the insect had managed to steal some before being noticed. Dwalin felt another bite into his thigh, and what's more, this one hurt like hell. He glanced down at his leg – there was an arrow sticking out of it. That explained the pain.]
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Jacqueline studies the lever mechanics awhile and then snaps her fingers. "I got it!" She waved the others over to gesture at the lever. "If we flip the lever, it lowers the platform. And judging by," she turns and looks up, "the chains, this platform goes pretty deep. There's probably a decent sized layer of stone between us and any lower level, guys." She sighs conclusively, folding her arms. "There's no way they could hear us-- unless Imbellem does anything crazy." She smirks and giggles.

[Private to Herr Johannes:
06:33, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Listen check, anything below the elevator or intruding sounds from outside?
06:32, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Spot check, anything from outside the building?
06:29, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Search check; any additional info about the lever functions.]
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"When is the last time I did something silly, my lady?" asked Imbellem Jaqueline as Zinvaris easily dodged a wild swing from the 'graceful' cleric. Purely accidental, but it was a good thing a professional was teaching him, a man of less skill would have been seriously wounded by this point.

While the others spoke about what to in the case of the elevator, the tone was mostly silent, except for the occasional burst of laughter from Zinvaris or clunk of Imbellems weapon on his armor or the sound of skin on skin as he repeatedly struck himself of accident.

With a resounding especially loud thump, Imbellem let out a squeak and knelt over facing Zin raising his hand asking for a momentary break. Following his "Figure Eight" motion of proper swinging, the sweat Imbellem had worked up had caused him to lose his grip on his rather bulky weapon. Though it had a wrist strap for just such an event, he did not factor in the sudden change in weight and followed through his swing, punching himself with a fair amount of gusto in the crotch. Zin began to laugh uncontrollably as imbellem hobbled over toward the group to regain his breath...And for the lingering pain to subside. Covered in sweat, self inflicted bruises, and miscellaneous wounds, he sat on the cold floor, and tipped over on his side for a moment of respite.

"That... I mean I'm grateful for his help but... Lord above..." He rolled slightly to the side to see the lever, and lines on the floor that relieved how large the elevated platform was. Though nobody at this time would take him seriously, he threw another suggestion out in the open, gritting his teeth as he sat up again. "Why dont we lower it with nobody on it? Maybe-" he exhaled swiftly to try to get the tone of his voice back to normal, "Maybe set a torch or some sort of illumination on it so we can see how deep the rabbit hole goes. If its clear, we can follow it, but we were all here to do a recon mission, Nobody should get hurt. Putting someone on the lift before we know how deep it is, or how many men are down there seems silly to me-thats all I have to say." That was it, all of his serious attitude for now. He stood again slowly, and made a few short hops and turned back to Zin, determined, and walking in a slight zig-zag pattern. "Ay, better grab that thing a bit tighter," Zin said through his smirk as he walked back to learn proper fighting technique, seemingly by forcing it into his mind through pain and sweat.

"Good thing im a doctor..." Imbellem said to himself, "Thought I ruptured something for a minute there..."

In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 25):

Trapper glared around the room, and shook his head at Zin and the Priest. It was no time to be screwing around. The half orc shrugged and started pushing crates onto the elevator in a randomized pattern, allowing for maximum cover for the party. "Someone help with these damn crates, lest you want to take a pirates bolt to the gut," he barked.

"Hey I'll give you a hand Adwonus, I could use a break..." he said looking over at Zin with a raised eyebrow and a grin who in return shot him a sassy expression, "A man can only take so many self inflicted injuries before he needs to distract himself, just let me know where you think they should go." Imbellem goes to assist the Trapper.

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Adwanus, setting us up?
Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using 1d20+5. Listen check situational awareness
Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+6. Spot check situational awareness. Man bad rolls...

Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Zin, Malicious intent against the party.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Sense motive for Adwanus, Malicious intent against the party.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Pryya, Malicious intent against Mikael (or any member of the party)

Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+6. Spot check (when lowered) for threats.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+5. Listen check (when lowered) for threats.]
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I turn to the group after our discussion, apparently having come to a decision. {See Channel 4: The Pier} "It seems the elevator goes rather deep from what Jacqueline tells me- the chains appear to be quite long. We don't want to send a team down there without support. It appears we are all going down there."

"We need to move these crates into a well defensible position on the elevator, we are not sure which side we might be attacked from. Those of you on watch, stay on watch while we load this- someone might want to relieve Dwalin so he can use his muscle to help us move crates.
     I think we should set the crates on the perimeter because attacks could come from any angle. We could leave a small space for us to sneak out too between a couple crates. Take note that a lot of these crates are a full 4-5 ft square which would allow us to take full cover possible, giving the less sneaky types an advantage there. I think we put it into a semi random pattern but really like a wall around the outside of the elevator. 2 Crates high in some places. Then we will all have to squeeze in the middle."

I help move the crates into a position around the edges of the elevator, creating a sort of wall around the exterior, but leave a small space for us to sneak through between 1A and 2A.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:

I stay vigilant while moving crates.

{00:06, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ. 00:06, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}]
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Crates scraped across the wooden floor as the more muscular members of the party pushed them onto the lift. “Let’s put a crate on each corner and then use the lids in between,” Johannes directed. Working together, they put their plan into action, and as the last crate was pushed into place Imbellem spoke, ”Wait, guys, wait. Would if - just hear me out now - would if we made like a fort.” “A fort?” Pyrra commented snidely. “Yea,” Imbellem replied, vigorously nodding his head. “Where we take off the unneeded sides, leaving only the perimeter?” “Yea.” “A fort, seriously?” “Yea.” “How childish.” “Yea!” “Let’s do it.” "Woo!"

His companions all either nodded their consent, shrugged their shoulders, or a lazy combination of the two. Quickly, the group began their work and pried off the all the sides which hindered their movement about the platform until all that remained was a crude wall surrounding the edge. They looked upon their finished creation with satisfaction. In truth, it uncannily resembled a child’s construction with the furniture in his familiy home, but it was the best they build with the material at hand, and with that in mind, they were satisfied. Mikael opened a middle wall, previously a lid, and announced, “All aboard.” Any who were not on the lift then filed onto the platform. “Alright Jacqueline, hit it.” She pulled the lever.

Immediately chains began to move at great speed around the mechanism at the base of the lever, and, with a lurch, the platform started its descent. Accompanying this was a flush of excitement and anxiety amongst the party as they comprehended the magnitude of their action, of entering a pirate stronghold. After a few moments, their heads submerged beneath ground level. Cold stone soon surrounded them on all sides while the platform steadily lowered into the ground. It was apparent that the shaft through which they descended had been specifically built for this lift. For ten feet all was dark; and then, light appeared at the base of the north side, an opening.

Another ten feet down and the platform ceased, settling into place. Stone walls enclosed them on three sides while the north expanded into a massive chamber. The size of this chamber startled the party, for it not only dwarfed the warehouse above in space, but easily encompassed the area of several buildings which stood on the streets above. Crates, boxes, barrels, rolled up carpets, and weapon racks were just a few of the vast assortment of objects in the room. A number of men, six to be precise, had been arranging crates not far from the party, but their work had been interrupted by the sound of the lift, to which they now gave their full attention.

“What the fuck,” a pirate loudly murmured at the sight. Despite a hasty whisper to crouch behind the wooden walls of their fort from Johannes, the occupants of the room were clearly unfooled. It was with dismay that Mikael didn’t see a lever for the lift nearby. The surrounding pirates aimed crossbows at the crude stronghold.

One of their number was very different from the others in terms of appearance, for he wore a lavishly embroidered yellow doublet that even a nobleman would be envious of. He stood at the fore and spoke to toward the interlopers, his voice indicative of intelligence, “Well, you folks are either lost or stupid. Don’t you realize where you are? Come now, let’s not waste time. Weapons down and give up. That, or die.”

[Combat Rounds: Enabled]



[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Sense Motive ~ They aren't acting strangely in anyway aside from Pyrra's frequent glares at Mikael.]
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I stand up straight. Keeping my spear in hand I rest the end of it on the ground and I address the pirate in yellow. "Of course we realize where we are! They told us this place was in disorder, but I didn't expect this sad excuse! Now put down your weapons. We were sent here to oversee this location and you half-wits for the upcoming events. We were told we would be met up top. When we saw no one in the building, we came down prepared for intruders in fear that we had been compromised here. It looks like you lot are in some need of order." I let out a deep exhale. "Leaving the entrance void of any kind of patrol. Are you all a bunch of fools! What if we had been intruders?" I point with my spear to Johannes. "This is the new lead here. You'd be wise to put down those crossbows."

{14:43, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 28. Bluff, convincing the pirates we are allies; MQ.}

I keep my self straight to try and show our authority. My right is holding my spear up right on the ground. I try to determine the man in yellow's attitude towards us and if he believes my bluff.
{15:06, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 22. Sense motive, man in yellow.}

I stay vigilant of my surroundings, looking and listening to everything around me.
{14:44, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 15. Spot check, inside the stronghold.
14:43, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 23. Listen check, inside the stronghold; MQ.}

[If my bluff is unsuccessful]
I switch places with Jacqueline.
I kneel or crouch to be fully covered by the barrier.
I assign my dodge to the enemy in F8
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Imbellem contained his shock at the sudden shift in personalities with Mikael, he had never head him talk with such convincing authority. Kinda weird really. Following his lead, He stood up as straight as he could, trying to look a touch crazy as he was standing next to Johannas at the time. Perhaps they would think he was more dangerous than he was based on his standing location and facial expression. Shield and Morningstar in hand, eerie grin across his face, he prepared himself in case of Mikaels amazing speech not going over quite well. He looked at the man with the yellow coat, recognizing him as leader. He looked at Zin in front of him, and then Pyrra behind him, making a swift click and finger flick to symbol for them to switch places in case of attack. Her bow was best utilized along the wall with Jaqueline.

Imbellem touched his finger on the wooden cross on his wrist which hid behind his shield, and said a quiet prayer to himself, "Abba father, the time for battle may be at hand, I ask in your name to defend myself and these good men and women with me, as it says in the 59th chapter of the book of Psalms, 'Deliver me from my enemies, my God; protect me from those who would rise against me.' I ask that, should the need arise, you hold the man in yellow if he orders an attack upon us, if he does not, I pray that you allow me the ability to lift my hand toward him, or any who advance upon us to hold them in their place, to keep them from moving, and allow us to remove the head of the serpent to disband his followers... Amen."

His eyes opened again, he he waited to see if the need arised, the man in yellow would be held where he stood.

[Should Mikaels bluff not work, I cast hold person on the man in yellow, take a step back, and kneel down for cover; should bluff be successful, Hold person would be held off until the moment of my choosing]

[Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 using Listen check situational awareness .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 using spot check on the men, armor, weapons, fighting prowess.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using Spot Check on Surroundings.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using Sense motive man in yellow, believing Mikael]
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In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 31):

Trapper kept himself from rolling his eyes, instead he glared at the sea dogs around him, eyes on the crossbow bolts. His greenish mits gripped his double axe tight, hoping the bluff had worked. He knew they wouldn't have much time to do this...

00:35, Mon 25 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 12 using 1d20+5 ((7)).(sense motive)

00:36, Mon 25 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 10 using 1d20+4 ((6)). (spot)

00:37, Mon 25 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 4 using 1d20+3 ((1)).(listen)
this dice roller hates me lol
I also prepare myself to crouch(for cover) if the bolts start flying.
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Lady Jacqueline murmured a prayer under her breath and took a look around. "Yahweh, hu ha Elohim," she whispered Hebrew. She glared, waiting for a signal.

[IF the bluff doesn't work:
1. I want to sneak attack the leader.
2. Ready to switch places with Mikael.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: 21:08, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive, following Mikael's bluff.
21:07, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. (Any other pirates?).
21:07, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
21:30, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Hidden Weapons on others?
21:30, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Search check. A lever to pull us back up?]
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I stand at the ready as the elevator is lowered. Taking note of the feet we descended (was it 20ft or 30ft Ryan? I was having a tough time understanding). I speak to myself a recent verse I memorized.



After the words of the pirate in yellow, I am still in a fighting stance and I whisper to the others, "Pyrra, switch with Zin. Zin take my space, I am taking center. Pyrra, send an arrow in that yellow coat's eye if this does not work. Zin switch places with Pyrra if they charge us. Both of you kneel after our counter attack to take cover if this act fails." {see diceroller for diplomacy, natural 20... CORRECTIONS Mechanical language: Zin 5ft step back, ready an action to do what you think is best, Pyrra move to front left, ready an action to (sneak) attack the leader in yellow, if the bluff does not work.} When Mikael speaks I stand up straight and step over to take Imbellem's place, he moves to the back. If necessary, I precede him, forcing him to the back- I am the most important here (playing my part as the aloof officer). I have a displeased angry look on my face. I eye everyone of them with disgust, but also examining all their equipment (see following). I stay my tongue from insulting them or shouting verses while Mikael speaks for me.

If the bluff does not work: I ask for the person in the front left to switch with me if they are melee (like zin) and I draw a javelin, throw it at the leader, and take a knee, preparing for the next attack. I use my remaining move action (if it was a ranged user in the front left square) to ready an action to switch with who ever is in the front left at the time, if we are charged or advanced on with my guisarme still in hand (thus providing a threat 10ft away to stop an advance (or hurt them) If they will not leave the front left square (of our elevator), I will not squeeze with them, and will stay where I am. (if this does not make sense ask me... lol) {CORRECTIONS: I ready an action to draw a torch from Dwalin's/my pack and out it in my belt.}

I stay vigilant of my opponents intents and actions- if they call for reinforcements or attempt to draw a hidden weapon on us, or prepare to attack. This is so I can react as soon as possible, because I am aware of their aggressive action or reinforcements as soon as possible.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{21:14, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
21:14, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 NAT 20! using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}]

I examine every pirate individually, assessing their class and combat skills, starting with the leader (in yellow), then going 1 by 1 from our, the player's, left on each of the remaining visible pirates.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{I examine to see what their equipment is (weapons and armour) -as well as- do Knowledge adventure checks - see below}]

I also do my best to look over our enemies for hidden weapons.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{21:14, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, hidden weapons on pirates; MQ.}

{21:07, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 14 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), pirate 5 (right most); MQ.
21:06, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), pirate 4 (right of yellow coat); MQ.
21:05, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), pirate 3 (2 from left); MQ.
21:04, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), pirate 2 (1 from left); MQ.
21:04, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), pirate 1 (left most); MQ.
21:03, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Yellow Coat leader; MQ.}
]
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At only 4'3'', Dwalin can only listen to what is being said, as he isn't even as tall as the crates. He when he hears the pirates voice, he stretches on his toes and lifts himself up the rest of the way with his hands on the top of the crate in an attempt to at least examine the foes. He starts with the pirate at the far left and looks at each one.


05:22, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 18 using 1d20+7. knowledge adventure.
05:22, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 27 using 1d20+7. knowledge adventure.
05:22, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 13 using 1d20+7. knowledge adventure.
05:21, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 15 using 1d20+7. knowledge adveture.
05:21, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 15 using 1d20+7. knowledge adventure.

If the pirates don't believe the bluff, he lowers himself down and takes out his axe. in preparation for a melee attack.

Mikael spoke with a confidence and command that shocked his companions, a drastic change of countenance from the soft-spoken elf they knew. Imbellem looked toward his friend and made a mental note to never get on his bad side. Endowed with a subtle new respect for Mikael, the party devoted their attention to the pirate leader, waiting to see what happened next. His reaction was not what they expected. He was smiling, looking pleased.

“Not bad mate. You’re a man after my own heart - an excellent bluff! Now if you weren’t about to die, I might’ve offered you a job. But come on, at least put a little more effort into it; this is insulting. A wall made of our old crates, heavily armed, clearly ignorant of our ways - you can’t possibly be this stupid? But then again, I suppose you must be for willingly coming onto our turf. O’well. If you survive, come talk to me. Shoot ‘em up boys.”

“They’re not buying it!” cried Adwonus. “Duck!” Hastily, he knelt. Much then happened simultaneously in a few intense seconds. Imbellem’s lips raced with prayer as he tried to step back only to bump into Adwonus, unable to move back farther. Caught in the middle, a wave of concern fell over him as he realized that Dwalin, being so short, didn’t block his view of the pirates at all. On the other hand, he felt a deep and unrivaled satisfaction as he saw the pirate leader prepare to fire his crossbow and never shoot; either the pirate was being hesitant, or his prayers had been answered.

At the same time, Jacqueline fired an arrow at the pirate leader and shot him square in the head {Critical Hit ~ 18 Dmg.}. Thrilled at her shot, she swapped places with Mikael who immediately crouched and took shelter behind the wall. Next to him was Dwalin who held his axe at the ready.

Pyrra and Zinvaris, seeing the need for better positions, changed places with each other, dashing past Herr Johannes who had pulled out one of his javelins. And then came the wave of bolts.

The crossbows all sang as they launched a fleet of bolts toward the party, barely visible as they speeded toward them. A couple thudded into the wooden fortress, the wall serving its purpose {P3 misses Imbellem; P5 misses Pyrra}. But several sailed overhead and into the limbs of party members {P1 deals 6 Dmg to Jacqueline; P2 deals 10 Dmg to Imbellem; P6 deals 7 Dmg to Pyrra}. Only the pirate leader didn’t fire. Although he held his crossbow to his shoulder and aimed at them, he strangely continued remaining still.

Adrenaline ran high.



[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: Mikael
Sense Motive ~ Safe to say he didn’t buy it. This guy seemed to be uncannily familiar with such deceptions.]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Examine ~ P2, P3, and P5, the men closest to the Pirate Leader, all wore leather armor and held large crossbows; they had longswords on their belts. P1 and P6 however wore no armor at all, one being in a vest, and held smaller crossbows; they had long thin swords on their belts. The Pirate Leader wore a yellow doublet (of which you were very envious) and possibly some padding beneath it. Aside from his crossbow, he had a long thin sword at his side.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus
Sense Motive ~ Safe to say he didn’t buy it. This guy seemed to be uncannily familiar with such deceptions.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Sense Motive ~ Safe to say he didn’t buy it. This guy seemed to be uncannily familiar with such deceptions.
Spot Check ~ You don’t see a lever nearby. Odd. There must be one somewhere!]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Spot Check ~ You randomly notice that many of the nearby crates have been recently brought here, especially the ones closest to the elevator.
Knowledge Adventure ~ The Pirate Leader, who appeared very difficult, was a Swashbuckler. P3 was a Fighter and handled his crossbow very well. P6 was a Rogue and held his crossbow uncomfortably. Both appeared challenging.
Examine ~ P2, P3, and P5, the men closest to the Pirate Leader, all wore leather armor and held large crossbows; they had longswords on their belts. P1 and P6 however wore no armor at all, one being in a vest, and held smaller crossbows; they had long thin swords on their belts. The Pirate Leader wore a yellow doublet (of which you were very envious) and possibly some padding beneath it. Aside from his crossbow, he had a long thin sword at his side.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ The Pirate Leader was a Swashbuckler, very difficult in rating, and was surrounded by three fighters: P2, P3, and P5. These men were challenging. P1 however was a rogue, also challenging. P2 was an open book to you. Fighter, level 4, he was specialized in crossbow and longsword, carrying both; no doubt we was able to reload quickly and shoot precisely when needed.]
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    Imbellem looked Stood in shock for a moment, not quite sure what had happened. He had felt something nudge him slightly during the barrage of bolts from the crossbows. He lowered his arms, which he quickly flung up to his cover his face when he noticed a rather unpleasant sensation in the meat of his left shoulder. He looked down and noticed a bolt had taken up residence in the clerics arm. He stumbled for a moment as he saw the blood begin to pool around the entrance wound 'not yet, no shock, hold it off' Imbellem thought to himself as his legs began to buckle, using his adjacent arm, he reached behind his shoulder, he felt the tip of sharp metal now coated in his blood, sending a cold shiver down his spine as the pain shot though him like lighting causing him to wince loudly and bear his teeth. Lucky for him, the bolt had made a clean shot though and didnt hit bone or vital muscles. But even so, the pain was extraordinary. He stumbled to a knee trying to ward off the shock for as long as he could, lest he pass out at a bad time. The foggy sounds were broken as he heard a voice behind him, "Ah shit, they got you" Adwonus said in an unpleasantly dry tone.

   Imbellem snapped back into reality. "Heh, yeah, its not so bad though, reminds me of the last time I got shot actually." he said with a chuckle, shock passing and pain beginning to take hold. "Oh yeah? and how did that one feel?" the orc-blood asked with a joking tone. "Sucked then, sucks now." Imbellem said, shaking his head quickly. As he shook, he noticed the hunter, he was wounded, by the looks of it for quite some time too. "Woah hold on, what happened to you? Youre more wounded than i am and i literally JUST got shot!" Adwonus huffed, not wanting to admit his state out of pride and perhaps a touch a stubborness. "I have an idea" Imbellem said, drawing the trappers attention, "How about I heal you a touch, and you run out there and give the charming fellow whos bolt this belongs to my reguards." Large sharp teeth gleamed in the torchlight with a smile, "I think I could do that for you" He responded with a grin. Imbellem placed his hand on the trapper, the wooden cross fell and began to dangle in front of the green face, who looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Just shut up and let me do this, youll thank The Lord later when youre not dead." Adwonus chuckeled again and lowered his head slightly.

  "Abba father, With just one touch from your Almighty hand, You have healed the sick and raised the dead. How amazing is your rule over all on earth. How powerful is your love. By your great sacrifice you bring us hope and forgiveness. By your stripes, i ask for the healing of this man. As I stand in the crimson blood you have shed for all, I thank you for your gift given to him, and thank you for your overflowing wellspring of life, health, peace and happiness.
amen."


  With a thick pat on the shoulder the cleric nodded at the trapper, who held his axe just a bit tighter. "Now if you dont mind, I think id like to sit a moment, catch my wind. Ill join you in battle shortly" Imbellem said with a smile as he turned to witness the actions of the others. "you wish, youre not getting out of this, aid the attack you lazy man. You only got shot, you're not dead" Pyrra dryly, but with a hint of intensity verbally jabbed toward Imbellem. He looked up to her, and noticed a small trail of blood beginning to drip down her arm. Figuring it was best to not argue with an injured, and incredibly temperamental elf, who also happened to be a woman. He had learned his lesson in the past not to argue with a grumpy, slightly injured elf woman. Imbellem firmly grasped his morningstar. "Well, cant argue with that can I? Just Be sure to not shoot me in the back... Seriously though. Please dont." Pyrra exhaled deeply as imbellem chuckled to himself, weapon and shield ready for action. He loosened the wooden cross from under his cloak letting it dangle as the cleric offered a simple prayer of protection for those he fought with and for their safety, "The light of God surrounds us, The love of God enfolds us, The power of God protects us, The presence of God watches over us..."

[Imbellem Tueri rolled 13 using 1d8+5 Heal light wounds on Adwonus. As optimally as we can get out into the battle field, I move after the archers have fired to J6 via G3-G4-H5-I5-J5-J6, Mace and Shield prepared]

[Private to DM Ryan: Ryan, in my post where it said I knelt down, it was purely storytelling, not an action. Hope this clears any problems up]

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Heal check on man in yellow status of injury
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 Heal check on self status of injury.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 Heal check on Pyrras status of injury.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 7  Heal check on Jaquelines status of injury.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 Listen check situational awareness.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 Spot check situational awareness.]
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The moment Mikael leaves the fort, Jacqueline steps back (to H3), pulling her arrow tightly. Glaring down at the leader, she looses the arrow to fly foward into its target (sneak attack, as he's being hel). Watching her party leave, she slides the door shut. She crouches down, pulling another arrow out in preparation for the next turn.


[Private to Herr Johannes:

20:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 6 using 1d6. Damage.
20:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Hide check. Behind the door. NATURAL 20.
19:59, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 2d6. Damage.
19:50, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+6. Attack roll. Hitting leader.

Total of 15 damage. I forgot a +1.]
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{in Progress}
https://youtu.be/774YtS6iqT0?t=40m25s

     I try to walk to the center, but I bump into Imbellem. Just as this happens a wave of bolts is loosed in our direction, I quickly turn away as the bolts pass by or are stopped by wall or compatriot. I see a bolt protrude from Imbellem's shoulder and graze Jacqueline's arm. The tip is still clean, before blood has begun to run down it "Enough of this bluff!" I often find bluffs to be foriegn, a custom not native to my homeland, where battle, as gruesome as it is, has a sort of order to it. I have noticed in these foreign lands that rules of war are different... rather to be more accurate, the 'real world' has shown me that rules in war are often discarded. Is there place for rules in war? Is that where honor lies? I ponder to myself these events which make me assess the codes of chivalry in the face of absolute depravity and vile deceit and evil. Where is the place for truth and honor in war... I decide later is better to ponder these ideals.

I see around me those who are depending on me, my brothers and sisters, 'he who stands with me shall be my brother...' - I see the wounds and blood, I see the chaos about me, my friends in danger, our disorder - they are trusting me, they are risking their life upon their trust of me.
I know what I must do.
     My blood begins to heat, my heart beats strong, I know my purpose...

"AND THEY SHALL KNOW NO FEAR! STEEL YOURSELVES MEN AND WOMEN OF THE CROSS!"

My voice begins to bark orders almost without my effort. The orders pour forth directing the course of the violence to stay back the onslaught of evil. FURY courses through my veins at the sight of my freinds injuries. The words from the pirate leader are like chaff in the wind to my ears. I stand up straight and speak confidently:
 "MY GOD IS THE GOD WHO SAVES!
    THE SOVEREIGN LORD HAS RESCUES ME FROM DEATH! REBUKE THE WICKED AND MOCKER O LORD, LET THEM NOT PROSPER BEFORE THEE! HE COMMANDS HIS ANGELS CONCERNING ME, MY ENEMIES COME AT ME ONE WAY, BUT FLEE BEFORE ME 7 WAYS, EVEN THE MEMORY OF MY ENEMIES WILL BE ERASED! BURN HERETIC!"

I observe the leader frozen as he was about to fire- the Lord has given us the advantage! "THE BATTLE IS THE LORDS!"

I shout to my friends over the sound of battle:
"QUICKLY, WHILE THEY RELOAD! WE ACT!
PYRRA! LOOSE A VOLLEY UPON THEIR LEADER {P4} let them PAY FOR YOUR WOUND, AND SLIDE OPEN THE DOOR, WE ARE GOING IN!
DWALIN! let loose your warrior spirit, it is time, the talking is over, let the battle begin, charge and knock over that scum to the right of the leader {P5} on my order-
MIKAEL! Trap that pirate to the left {P1} CHARGE!!
JACQUELINE! SHOOT THAT YELLOW COAT AGAIN {P4}! DON'T STOP UNTIL IT IS OVER!
IMBELLEM, heal Adwonus and follow us out- that wound will have to wait. Make sure that little man to the right {P6} DOES NOT FLANK US.
ADWONUS you and ZIN put the squeeze on these archers! ADWONUS, attack the man left of the enemy leader! ZIN get through this line and position yourself behind them, move past the leader, he cannot move!
I will show that leader who we are.
FOLLOW ME!"

I hear the arrow loosed, the door is slid open. The warriors pour forth like burning lava upon our foes, consuming the wicked!

"ON ME! CHARGE CHARGE! CHARGE!
GAAAAAAAAA!"

{Exact order of things:
Remember to include in your post what precedes your action that you do- i.e. what you do it after. Ex: After Pyrra opens the gate I ...
1. PYRRA: sneak attack the leader {P4}, Slide open the 'door' (crates in front of Dwalin), kneel back in your square {F3} and take full cover to prepare for next round...
2. MIKAEL: stand from kneeling and move to D6 via the path G3-G4-F5-E5-D5-D6, don't forget to assign your dodge (to P1 likely) and have your weapon drawn.
3. JACQUELIN: shoot the yellow leader {P4} with your bow for a sneak attack, don't forget the +1 from under 30 ft :) ... after we exit the strong point your orders will continue ...
4. HERR JOHANNES: I Drop my Javelin. I then move to H6 via G3-G4-H4-H5-H6 and I attack the yellow leader with max power attack - see rolls below.
5. DWALIN: CHARGE P5, knock him over if you can, make sure your charge ends in G7 so you don't block Jacqueline's subsequent arrows. Also, add any knowledge adventure checks you missed- 1 pirate right? (Dwalin can go before Mikael, only if he does not provide cover to the pirate leader for Jacqueline's arrow)
6. IMBELLEM: cast cure light wounds on Adwonus and move after the archers have fired to J6 via G3-G4-H5-I5-J5-J6.
7. ADWONUS: Stand from kneeling and move to F7 via G2-G3-G4-F5-F6-F7. (You are providing a threat for AoO for now and covering Mikael until you can use a full attack next round)
8. ZINVARUS: Move to F9 via G2-G3-G4-G5-G6-G7-G8-G9-F9 (Double move, with a tumble check) or if P5 is prone and you think it is less dangerous, leap over him and move to the same space. you know more about tumbling - just don't forget that if P5 is prone, you could avoid attack better, and their crossbows are out, thus they don't really threaten any squares around them- or if they do it is with an improvised melee, unless quickdraw allows you to draw a weapon not on your turn, which seems illegal... Do what you have to get to F9. Do more if your discretion warrants it, but be in F9 by the end of your turn! We need the flank and threatened squares.
9. JACQUELINE CONTINUED: close the crate door by sliding it shut again, then kneel and take full cover to prepare for the next round.}

I stay aware of my surroundings as well as I can during the battle to understand what is going on, that I might direct our course of actions.
[Private to GM: {23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}]

I move to H6 as specified above and attack the leader.
[Private to GM:
AR: 1d20 +(4 BA) +(2 STR) -(4 PWR ATK) = +2
DMG: 2d4 +(3 STR(2 Handed)) +(8 PWR ATK) = 2d4+11]
{23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 [Private to GM: using 2d4+11]. DMG on Yellow Leader (P4); MQ.
23:48, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using [Private to GM: 1d20+2]. AR against Yellow Leader (P4); MQ.}
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I look away from the man in yellow back to the group. "So maybe I'm not as quite as intimidating as I thought I was. Ah well, to battle!"

Once the gate is opened I ready my spear in hand and stand from my position. I move into position to pirate 1 to the space D6. Taking the route G3-G4-F5-E5-D5-D6. Approaching pirate 1 I shout, "You are mine!".

{I also assign my dodge to P1.}
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In reply to Mikael Vaeltaja (msg # 40):

Trapper leapt up from his crouched position, invigorated by the healing. Hadn't experienced magic in a long while. He dug the rush. The half orc grinned a bit, relishing the chance to do some damage without any complications. He charged up (to f7) spinning his double sided axe to build up momentum for a powerful stroke. He rushed passed the others through the little opening, saying no words. Instead he focused a moment on the stunned and hit pirate.
22:34, Thu 28 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 20 using 1d20+6 ((14)) heal check
(if the guy is dead, I shout to the archers, that he is)
Trapper soon closed the distance between him and the bowmen. He'd had enough of arrows lately.

Dwalin surprisingly holds his axe to the side and instead raises his shield high in front if him. His runs towards the pirate to the leaders left and thrusts his shield into him.

00:21, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 21 using 1d20+3. trip if attack is successful .
00:19, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 11 using 1d20+9. attack on P5.( I used the wrong bonus it's actually +9)
This message was last edited by the player at 04:25, Fri 29 May 2015.

Once the gate was opened, the adventurers flooded onto the battlefield while arrows hailed over them in a mighty blitzkrieg; Johannes shouted an endless stream of battlecries as they charged. Pyrra and Jacqueline, releasing simultaneously, shot two arrows straight into the chest of the pirate leader {Pyrra deals 17 Dmg to P4; Jacqueline deals 15 Dmg to P4}. Immediately they took cover behind the wooden walls, and once the last adventurers exited, sealed shut their personal fortress. Pleased with her own shot, Jacqueline was on the verge of congratulating her co-archer. But then she remembered who she was.

As the arrows struck, Dwalin uttered a roar and charged toward the pirates like an angered rhinoceros; he was an intimidating sight to behold. Once close enough he thrust his shield outward in a powerful manner, a blow that’d take any man off his feet, but the pirate toward whom he aimed hastily staggered out of reach {Dwalin misses P5}. With an impressive grace, Zinvaris then dashed past Dwalin, past the pirate leader, and spun into position behind the enemy line. Herr Johannes followed close behind and closer still with his guisarme which he swung toward the immobile pirate leader. With satisfaction and some surprise, he cut off his head {Herr Johannes deals 16 Dmg to P4}. As though freed from some grip, the lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

While Adwonus joined the front line, Imbellem and Mikael engaged separate enemies on the edges of the fray. The group was now fully engaged with the pirates, and the sound of weapons filled the room. One pirate (P2), confounded by the fact he was suddenly surrounded, foolishly fired his crossbow {P2 deals 10 Dmg to Adwonus}, and was instantly met with retribution {AoO: Adwonus deals 8 Dmg to P2; AoO: Zinvaris deals 3 Dmg to P2}. Whether or not it was deliberate or from the pain, he dropped his crossbow and stumbled backward, pulling out a longsword while doing so. At the same time, another pirate (P1) also tossed his crossbow aside. He then pulled out a long thin sword with deadly swiftness and closed in behind Adwonus, cutting him across the back {P1 deals 11 Dmg to Adwonus}. To Mikael’s consternation, he moved with such agility that there was no opportunity to stop him.

Center of the fight, two pirates (P3 and P5) watched their leader between them fall. Apparently they were used to seeing death, for they scarcely batted an eye at their headless comrade; one even snorted a brief chuckle. Together, they stepped back and fired their crossbows straight ahead. Although Dwalin was only grazed, Herr Johannes took a bolt to the knee {P3 deals 2 Dmg to Dwalin; P5 deals 11 Dmg to Herr Johannes}. Both visibly reloaded their crossbows.

With a look of apprehension at the battle in the center, the last pirate (P6) tumbled away from Imbellem and disappeared around a large stack of crates.

It was at this time the party heard a faint laugh from Mikael, humored by some irony. He spoke, “Hey guys, I found the lever for the lift. It was just over here behind this stupid crate!”

The battle raged on.


_{(Note: Triangle in lower left corner indicates a crossbow on the ground.)}

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Heal Check ~ No doubt the man in yellow is dead. Pyrra is injured. Jacqueline is Barely Injured. Imbellem is Barely Injured. See Game Mechanics to learn what these statuses indicate.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure (Nat. 20) ~ P6 was a level 4 Rogue, challenging, with some skill in light weapons. Undoubtedly he could draw a sword with deadly swiftness it he needed to.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus
Heal Check ~ The pirate leader was Near Death after the two arrows pierced his chest. Herr Johannes dealt the killing blow.]

"There is nothing more powerful than the hearts of men." ~ Sir Rysan


[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus poked the fire with a stick, and a thin whorl of smoke rose out. A crab sizzled on a big stone atop the wood; Adwonus had caught the crab himself and was proud of the fact. His mother squatted next to the fire. "Need more stick wood," she uttered. Adwonus, eager to please, then bound like a small fawn into the nearby jungle. Inside the dense verdure, the sky was completely hidden beneath a bright green canopy. Vines draped over the trees and between branches like spiderwebs. It was through this that Adwonus, frequently pushing aside leaves bigger than himself, searched for dry sticks along the forest floor.

Voices suddenly echoed through the thicket, yips and yells that weren't far away. Adwonus perked his head. They sounded like Kanui battlecries. The young half-orc set down what sticks he'd gathered and sprinted toward the sounds, but approaching at an angle from which he might best avoid being seen. Even though he was a child, Adwonus rarely felt afraid, and so curiosity dominated his decision-making at times when fear would, and perhaps should, have led him otherwise. Hearing the sounds were close, he climbed up a nearby tree with the speed and adeptness of a monkey, a well-practiced skill for inhabitants of the island lest they be caught by wild beasts. Finding natural holds along the bough of the tree, Adwonus made quick work in reaching the upper branches. From here he could see a portion of the sky through the canopy; plumes of smokes rose in the direction of the village.

Realizing the danger and with thoughts turning to the safety of his mother, Adwonus was on the verge of climbing down from his post when he caught sight of tribesmen running through the lush jungle and drawing close to his tree. He froze in place, immobile like a sleeping panther, even though he doubted they would see him this high up. In times like this his green skin was a boon, for he easily blended in with the large tropical leaves of the canopy. However none of the tribesmen bothered to look up and appeared desperately more concerned for their own safety, sprinting away from the village in haste, and some unseen danger.

From the trees behind them, nets and bolos were flung towards the tribesmen, and almost all found their target. Of the ten or so Adwonus had seen, only one escaped his net and continued running toward the cliffs, shamefully leaving his companions behind. Not that he could've helped them, for armored men appeared from the trees in hasty pursuit, having chased them thus far. Adwonus wouldn't understand what he was looking at for years to come. The metal breastplates they wore were entirely new to him, and he immediately assumed it to be their skin. The scene reminded Adwonus of a tribal hunt. Wasting no time, the armored men seized their human prey and bound them with ropes, the same way a tribeman bound a boar.

Suddenly, one of the tribesmen escaped his bonds having cut himself free with a knife. Leaping to his feet he must've known there was no escape, for he then ran at one the armored men crying the battlecry of the Kanui and waving his knife in the air. This only lasted a few moments. When the tribesman reached his foe, the stranger pulled out a sword (the largest knife Adwonus had yet seen) and cut him down instantly.

More tightly Adwonus gripped the branch of his tree and closed his eyes, naively hoping Gurkle would come and protect him.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin groaned, more out of annoyance than agony. The end of a long, crude arrow stuck out of his leg. The feathers were made from some tropical bird, and compared to dwarven arrows, it was terrible quality. But Dwalin supposed it hurt all the same – he could testify to that. Gripping the shaft, he unceremoniously plucked the arrow out of his thigh. Dwalin momentarily scoffed at the rough stone they used as an arrow head. Realizing the absurdity of his commentary, he then mentally scolded himself, "Only a dwarf would judge craftsmenship while being attacked. . ."

And indeed he was being attacked. Voices yipped and howled near him; not speech, but high-pitched battlecries. Bushes rustled as a number of humans ran through the jungle thicket, moving much faster through the forest than Dwalin ever could. Dwalin ran anyway. He shoved aside vines and brush and forcefully pushed his way through. He wasn't entirely certain what direction he was headed now, but that mattered little – it was opposite of the people behind him.

An arrow flew over his shoulder. He glanced back. Yelling, yipping like dogs, the group of humans behind him looked tribal and primitive. They wore little more than loin cloths, perhaps only compensated and the red and gray paint all over their bodies. Many had body piercings, done with bones, rocks, and more scarcely metal. Some had piercings on parts of the body Dwalin never realized could be pierced. All his life, he'd only know the humans of Feldauris to the southwest, and those of Cathyria in the north, and they were plain as plain could be. This was something bizarre.

Dwalin pushed aside a leaf as large as he was. His breath was thin, heavy – between the heat and his short legs, he was already exhausted. Realizing that running wasn't a realistic option, Dwalin pulled out his axe and spun to face his pursuers. "Let's see how they do against a real weapon." The savage natives howled louder as they saw their prey giving up and charged toward him with spears. Dwalin met the first to reach him with the head of his axe, the dwarven way of saying hello.]

I was as P1 drops his crossbow in fear. I shout at him, "You're not getting away that easy! You will burn!". I look over to Adwonus as he looks at me. We're thinking the same thing. I nod to him and take a 5 foot step to E6 at the same time he moves.

I wait for Imbellem to be in flanking position (E7). Just I see his mace begin to fly at the pirate I attack him with my spear.

I come down into the pirate with my spear.

13:56, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 17 using 1d20+9. Attacking P1 while flanking.
13:57, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 7 using 1d6+2. Damage to P1.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:05, Tue 02 June 2015.

In reply to Mikael Vaeltaja (msg # 45):

Trapper sees Mikael move into position. With a quick step, the wounded half orc slid to e6, flanking the sea rat who had struck him so quickly. The orc took his axe and briefly snapped the bolt that protruded from his shoulder before immediately swinging his blades in a deadly arch at the pirate.

13:18, Sun 31 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 22 using 1d20+7 ((15)).
After the first swing, the ranger didn't let up. He brought his second blade into play, swinging upwards into his victim's back.

13:19, Sun 31 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 21 using 1d20+7 ((14)).

aaand damage

13:20, Sun 31 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 8 using 1d8+5 ((3)).

13:20, Sun 31 May 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 12 using 1d8+5 ((7)).
This message was last edited by the player at 21:51, Tue 02 June 2015.

{This is my idea, (plan)

I think I have a good plan- what about this:
Mikael steps to E7, Adwonus to E6, Imbellem to G6, Dwalin to G8, Me to G7, I trip p5, Adwonus and Mikael and you Attack p1, the girls shoot p5 before I trip him, and Dwalin and Zin attack p5 after he is tripped. That way you cover Adwonus from p6 side, Mikeal covers his front, and 2 and 5 are covered by my reach weapon

this way p1 is dead for sure and Adwonus is covered on front and p6 side. we could also kill p5 and p2 is under threat from my AoO so he likely won't just charge adwonus. if Adwonus is in g6 he is more exposed to p6 possible sneak attack, and Mikeal threatens less squares near p2.
Mikael would want to assign dodge to 2 [Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: and likely use a point of combat expertise] to defend against p2 if he has power attack}

I wince in pain as I am hit in the knee by a bolt. I hope it is less damaging than it felt. At least it was not an arrow- I have heard that can mess up an entire adventuring career.

With ideas wizing through my head as I see tactical plans unfold before my eyes, I begin barking orders again. Battle crys continue from my mouth at the same time from the last round!
 Seeing Adwonus hit with 2 more bolts gives me concern
 "Mikael move between Adwonus and the front line, take that pirate rogue down with Adwonus!   Cover our left flank and watch Adwonus!"
  "Adwonus step back, and help flank this rogue. We will deal with these pirates in the front!"
I speak to Jacqueline in my native tongue to avoid the enemies interpreting what I say and missing their big surprise- though they might have seen death before, lets see how afraid they are when they face their own death!
 "Jacqueline, wenn ich mich aus dem Weg zu nageln den Piraten verlassen wir für Sie geöffnet! Sagen Pyrra dasselbe zu tun, haben sie behalten einen Blick aus, während Sie die volle Deckung zu gehen, können Sie mehr ausgesetzt sind! Sie haben um ihr zu sagen! Ich glaube nicht, dass sie Deutsch versteht!"
 [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "Jacqueline, when I step out of the way nail the pirate we leave open for you! Tell Pyrra to do the same, have her keep a look out, while you take full cover, you are more exposed! You have to tell her! I don't think she understands German!"]
 "Imbellem, leave that one that fled and get over her to help out Adwonus! Flank this rogue while I take the front! Watch out for the ladies when crossing!"
 "Dwalin move up and press the attack, smash this guy with all you got after I trip him! Keep your shield at the ready!"
When Imbellem moves over in front of me, and Dwalin steps forward I step to G7 where Dwalin was. When I see the ladies arrows fly forward I then act with my attack.
I trip the pirate to my front right, who has no cover relative to me. "THANK YOU LORD FOR VICTORY! GRAAAA! THANK YOU LORD FOR STRENGTH and FAVOR!"
[Private to GM: {01:09, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Opposed Strength Check, to trip P5; MQ. (assuming I get a plus 3 because my weapon to trip is 2 handed)
01:08, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+4. Touch Attack, against P5, with 2 power attack; MQ.}]
I turn my blocking percentage to ON
I stay vigilant of that rogue who snuck away from Imbellem.
{01:10, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
01:10, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

"Now Zin, go! Move behind the pirate infront of Dwalin and attack the one I am tripping! Use whatever you have up your sleeve!" {I don't know if Zin has all sorts of secret abilities} He can feel free to use them though.
"Hit him Dwalin!"

{Full Plan:

Everyone, remember to add in that you turn on blocking (see the mechanics thread) if you wish*
people with shields should for sure! I recommend almost everyone do so- Imbellem has a spell to fix stuff if needed later.
1. Mikael 5ft step to E7 and attack P1, assign dodge (best to p2 or p3), [Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: probably use a point of combat expertise.]
2. Adwonus 5ft step to E6 and Full attack P1, while I or Imbellem provide a flank.
3. Imbellem move to G6 and attack P1 [Private to Imbellem Tueri: (1d20+6 for AR, 1d8+1 for DMG, report your results to us ASAP so we know whether Dwalin can full attack P5 or attack p1 too)] Turn your BLOCKING to ON!
4. Dwalin 5ft step to G8
5. I 5ft step to G7
6. Jacqueline stand from kneeling, sneak attack P5- with no one in the way he has no cover relative to you (remember to do a hide check while you attack, mention the -20, but bonus for cover and possible distraction of enemy (from me slashing his legs). Tell Pyrra to 5ft step next to you and sneak attack in the same way (from her front right corner p5 has no cover). Fall to kneeling at the end for cover, unless your sight of 6 would help anyone- otherwise just take the full cover.
7. Pyrra, listen to Jacqueline- 5ft step to G3 and sneak attack like Jacqueline. Stay standing to help look for 6/warn people of sneak attack (you have better cover from p3 and p5 than Jacqueline.
8. I trip P5
9. Zin 5ft step to G10 and attack p5 Turn your BLOCKING to ON!
10. Dwalin full attack p5, (unless Imbellem does not kill p1, then give p1 the shield and p5 the ax- see the results of Imbellem's attack first.) With the results now seen, attack p5 with both weapons. Turn your BLOCKING to ON!}
This message was last edited by the player at 05:25, Wed 03 June 2015.

  Imbellem grit his teeth as the rogue disappear from his line of sight, blood begining to drip from the bolt in his shoulder. The thought of chasing down a little pirate and beating him down helped to dull the pain for some reason... Suddenly, the sound of crossbows and a low growl caught his attention, he quickly turned to see Johannes remove the head from the body of the man in yellow which gave him a sense of peace, but the state of the hunter was less than peaceful. He was injured, quite badly from what he saw. An exasperated sigh came from the cleric, 'Oh come on, I JUST fixed that...' he said motioning toward Adwonus. His joking demeanor quickly switched to that of rage and fear as he noticed how truly inured one of his friends truly was.
  Looking toward his shoulder at the feathered end of the bolt, Imbellem quickly removed his left leather glove and stuck it in his mouth. Without hesitation, he grabbed the tail end of the bolt, who it seemed did NOT want to leave, as it sent shocks of pain resonating though his body. Imbellem firmly grasped the tail end and pulled it as straight and as swiftly as he possibly could, cleanly pulling the crossbow bolt from his shoulder. He was beading in sweat and bit down as hard as he could, almost biting though the leather of his glove. A small amount of blood began to trickle down from his arm, but it was nothing serious. He gave a quick shoulder rotation, and placed the bloodied bolt in his belt pouch.
    As quietly and carefully as he could, he sped behind the orcbloods attacker, while in movement he placed his glove back on and held his shield with a little bit more strength with the surge of adrenaline and protective instinct for his friend in an attempt to catch him off guard. His vision was slightly blurred as he was still on the outer lines of shock, but it was beginning to pass and he was quickly regaining control of his mind and body and flank the pirate who had slashed at the hunters back, without making a sound to alert the pirate of his presence, Imbellem, who would usually be giggling while sneaking up on someone was in no mood for games, wheeled back and swung at the back of the pirate, who hadnt noticed his approach. He swung with a sharp exhale as Zin had taught him to do when following though with a full powered attack.

I move to square G6 and attack P1 with flank bonus

[Private to DM Ryan: Im not sure if im allowed to, but if my hit lands and this guy dropps, id like to turn and face where i previously was so i couldnt get shot in the back, i wasnt positive about these rules... Also raise my shield to turn on block percentage]

Imbellem Tueri rolled 12 Morningstar attack.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 6 using 1d8+1 damage.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Listen check situational awareness .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 19 Spot check situational awareness.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:50, Wed 03 June 2015.

Jacqueline stood up with her bow drawn tightly next to her ear, being careful about remaining unseen. "Pyrra, come here (to G3) and see how much damage we can deal to that one without him seeing when Johannes moves. Stand and keep watch for the pirate that got away from Imbellum after you shoot," she quickly guestured towards the pirate (P5) before Johannes. Or, if he does see, well... he won't for very long. She loosed the arrow to sprint forward into its target after Johannes moves. She knelt (only if it makes a difference in cover) and prepped for another attack.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Mikael Vaeltaja:
00:19, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 5 using 1d6+1. Damage (if sneak attack is successful, and it hits.)
00:19, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 2d6. Damage (if it hits).
00:17, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Attack roll. P5. (Not including sneak attack bonuses, though.)
00:15, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 26 using 1d20+8. Hide Check. (This is not including bonus from the full cover, nor the -20, as stated in Cody's post.)

Also note: no bonuses or minuses of other distracted/flatfooted pirates were included.]
This message was last edited by the player at 05:03, Wed 03 June 2015.

Whatever gratification the pirate (P1) felt after piercing Adwonus must have dissipated in seconds. He glanced in all directions and realized his folly, that he was completely surrounded, and by enemies who all had their eyes on him. Mikael, Imbellem, and Adwonus, acting in unison, swarmed the isolated pirate, whose demeanor had changed with startling swiftness from one of triumph to dread. Three weapons fell upon him from all sides, and, with a final cry of pain, he collapsed silently on the ground {Mikael deals 7 Dmg to P1; Adwonus deals 8 Dmg to P1; Imbellem misses P1; Adwonus deals 12 Dmg to P1}.

Pyrra and Jacqueline stood side by side behind the makeshift fortress and released their arrows, but, to their dismay, both shot into a tower of crates beside their intended mark {Jacqueline misses P5; Pyrra misses P5}. Jacqueline took shelter behind the wall while Pyrra continued standing. Focusing the common target, Herr Johannes swiped toward the pirate’s legs with his polearm; he managed to hook one of the ankles, but only briefly, before his foe wrested free {Herr Johannes loses Strength Check}. Dwalin also closed in and mightily swung his axe while Zinvaris approached from behind, but both attacks were evaded {Dwalin misses P5; Zinvaris misses P5}. Having dodged all attacks that came his way, the pirate began howling a most irritating laugh, mocking them. Herr Johannes visibly went red with rage. Then, naturally, Dwalin bashed him in the face with his shield {Dwalin deals 6 Dmg to P5}. A tooth fell to the ground, and the pirate instantly stopped laughing.

Angered, the pirate stepped back and loosed a bolt at Dwalin, but the dwarf raised his shield in reply, deflecting it away {P5 misses Dwalin}. Zinvaris tried to capitalize on the moment but his rapier missed a second time {AoO, Zinvaris misses P5}. The other crossbowman (P3) stepped back as well and took a desperate shot at Zinvaris, but being an experienced swordsman, Zinvaris foiled his aim {P3 misses Zinvaris}. Both pirates were frustrated and tossed their crossbows aside, pulling out longswords instead.

Zinvaris smiled, seeming most alive in the thick of combat, adept at handling so many enemies at once. Another pirate (P2) lunged at Zinvaris, but this too was joyfully parried {P2 misses Zinvaris}. And then, to Zinvaris’ surprise, a rapier that was not his own cut into him. The missing pirate (P6) had appeared from the crates and stabbed him from behind {P6 deals 9 Dmg to Zinvaris}.

With nearly every combatant bloodied and dripping with sweat, the fierce battle continued.


This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 14:16, Wed 03 June 2015.

Jacqueline stood immediately, staying crouched, and now nudging Pyrra so that she could eventually stand in her place (G3). "Quick, Pyrra, move over (to F3) and sneak attack that one," she stood up straight and gestured to the growly pirate (P2). She made sure to stay out of their sight. "Shoot--stealthily-- before everyone gets in the way." Playfully smirking and murmuring, "Who's arrow will go in deeper, you think?" she drew her arrow back tightly into place, and then released it to sing forward to its target (P2). After her shot, she gestured for Pyrra to open the door to prep for the next attack.

[Posted from my phone.

19:45, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 5 using 1d6+1. Damage.
19:45, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 9 using 2d6. Damage. If sneak attack hits.
19:44, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+6. Attack roll. Hitting P2.
19:43, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Hide check. (Not including bonus from full cover or minus of distracted pirates nor -20).


+2 to hide because the pirate is over 20 ft away. :) ]
This message was last edited by the player at 03:31, Fri 05 June 2015.

With blood still dripping from my spear I step towards the next closest pirate (P2). "You really think you sea rats stand a chance?" I step to F8 and look down upon him and attack with my spear.

23:40, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 8 using 1d6+2. Damage to P2.
23:40, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 20 using 1d20+7. Attacking P2.

I assign my dodge to P3.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:42, Fri 05 June 2015.

In reply to Mikael Vaeltaja (msg # 52):

Trapper, feeling invigorated by the second burst of healing, the half orc took a deep breath. He was not yet down for the count. He looked up from his blood spattered hood to see the man in the blue doublet narrowly parrying the strikes. He saw the numbers growing, and the half orc spat to the ground, remembering the fight in the alleyway and how Zin had rushed to aid him. Trapper flew forwards, whirling spinning his weapon about him, building momentum for the perfect stroke (adwonus moves to e8 and attacks p2

He swung his first blade across his foes chest, biting inwards, grinning as his weapon connected with his foes ribs.

22:06, Thu 04 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 21 using 1d20+7 ((14)

22:08, Thu 04 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 12 using 1d8+5 ((7)).

The first blade passed, taking along a spraying trail of crimson with it. Before the pirate could retaliate, Trapper spun about, sending the second axe blade straight to his foe's temple.

22:07, Thu 04 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 24 using 1d20+7 ((17)).

22:09, Thu 04 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 12 using 1d8+5 ((7)
(note the descirptions of the attacks are not called shots, just narrative flair lol)

The Pirates body (P1) crumpled to the floor with the attack of Mikaels spear and the mighty swing of Adwonus' axe. As it fell, it revealed behind him, a cleric, ready to swing at his back with his morningstar. Adwonus and Mikael both looked  at Imbellem who still stood, ready to swing. A hot wash of shame swept over him and he smiled and shrugged with a face that implied him saying, 'whoops'. Mikael shook his head with a grin and ran off to battle, leaving Adwonus to roll his eyes. The cleric felt rather worthless, until he remembered why he ran over in the first place. Amongst the chaos of the fight at hand, Imbellem snapped his finger sharply which drew the trappers attention. The (still slightly embarrased) cleric dangled his wooden cross toward him, head tilted slightly sidways with a smile, as if asking for permission. The trapper nodded with a dry, deadpan face. The cleric hopped over the seemingly lifeless body of the pirate and quickly looked him over, moving closer to adwonus and imbellem lowered his head, speaking few words, being short on time and in the midst of chaos that surrounded them.

"Abba father, we thank you for your blessing on this mans body, I ask once again that you strengthen him, and bind his wounds with the power of your wings, and heal him. As it is done in your blood, we thank you, and ask for your aided protection. In your holy name, Amen"

Imbellem raised his head to see the orc-blood trotting off already to join in battle once again. The cleric exhaled with a smile and shook his head. Swiftly turning his attention to Zinvaris, who had been dodging like a master up until just recently when he took a jab to the body. His laugher and constant "A-HA!"'s were getting a little annoying. "Ay Zin!" Shouted Imbellem, grabbing the swordmans attention, "thought you were better than this, show me something cool! Unless... What I heard about you was wrong of course?" He added with a playful grin.

[I move to F7 and use spontanious casting as cure moderate wounds using the spell Calm Emotions on Adwonus, rolled 9 using 2d8+5. ]

[Private to DM Ryan:
Imbellem Tueri rolled <Red>8 using 1d20+6. Listen check situational awareness .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+5. Spot check situational awareness.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 19 using 1d20+5. Heal check on P2, current status/hp.

Block is still on.. for the record]
This message was last edited by the player at 04:21, Fri 05 June 2015.

I continue to shout direction and point to see that the directions are understood.

I speak in my native tongue, "Jacqueline und schnell, Sie und Pyrra Schritt nach links und Ihre tödlichen Pfeile (heimlich) in diesem Piraten, die Ihnen offen ist zu schießen, werden wir angreifen, nachdem Ihre Pfeile fliegen. Haben Pyrra öffnen Sie das Tor, nachdem wir handeln und stehen bleiben, nachdem Sie schießen, werden wir wahrscheinlich brauchen Sie, um nach oben zu immer noch schlagen diese Feinde mit Präzision {} nächste Runde."
[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "Jacqueline, quickly, you and Pyrra step to the left and shoot your deadly arrows (stealthily) at this pirate that is open to you, we will attack after your arrows fly. Have Pyrra open the gate after we act, and remain standing after you fire, we will likely need you to move up to still hit these enemies with precision {next round}."]
I wave my hand forward, perhaps motioning to Imbellem

After arrows fly past, I motion with my right hand toward toward Imbellem and up near Adwonus.
I motion for Imbellem to move up next to Adwonus front, "Tend to Adwonus wounds, we need him in the front! Godspeed brother."
"Adwonus, you and Zin take this one down! Flank him! {p2}."
"Mikael, give them a hand! Cover our center!"
I see the arrows in the cest of the pirate, the blood spray from the axe of Adwonus, with Mikaels rapier sticking through him, I move up and attack my opponent... p5
"Zin, Watch out for those pirates! but I am sure you can handle them- being as good a swordsman as you are, I bet they could barely scratch you! Now! step toward us! we wil cover your flank!"

As I tell Zin this I quickly move into position and exchange words with the pirate ahead opf me, before exacting retribution for his arrogance. Before he can respond to my attack, Dwalin too steps in and deals him more steel.

"Your leader said to talk to him after this, if we survive, he seems unable to respond, being he lost his head. You seem to think death is something you are unneeded to be concerned about, do you fear death so little? Perhaps meeting your own will change your mind about how unresponsive you are to it.

"GAAAA! 'HE TEACHETH MY HANDS TO WAR, SO THAT A BOW OF STEEL IS BROKEN IN MINE ARMS...
'BLESSED BE THE LORD MY STRENGTH, WHICH TEACHETH MY HANDS TO WAR, AND MY FINGERS TO FIGHT.'"

{00:42, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 [Private to GM: using 1d20+2]. AR, against p5, 4 power attack; MQ.
00:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 [Private to GM: using 2d4+11]. DMG to P5, 4 POWER ATTACK,; MQ.}

"NOW DWALIN, FINISH HIM OFF!"

I stay on my guard of P6 and keep my eyes and ears aware.
{[Private to GM: 00:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
00:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.]}

{ORDERS:
1. Pyrra 5ft step to F3 and do a hide check in order to sneak attack P2, open the gate of the fort *at the end of the round* and remain standing after your attack
2. Jacqueline stand from kneeling, 5ft step to G3 (while staying crouched if that is possible/makes a difference) and sneak attack P2, remain standing after your attack
Notes: a. from her front left corner there is no cover in her way.
       b. the hide check is -20, but +her cover bonus from the wall, +her cover bonus from the troops in the field (p2 does not have cover to her, but she does to him in 2 ways).
       c. the opposed spot check has a -2 from distance, and a possible -5 from distraction.
       Ryan, do these notes all sound correct?
*remember for the girls to attack before the rest of the party moves.
3. Imbellem, 5ft step to F7 to and cast cure moderate wounds on Adwonus.
4. Adwonus, move to E8 and attack P2, flanking with Zin.
5. Mikael, 5ft step to F8 and attack P2, adjust your dodge (likely to an enemy other than P2 (because he will almost for sure be dead)) [Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: and add combat expertise if you want to- you like read my mind, nice lol].
6. Zin attack p2 while flanking with Adwonus 5ft step to G9 and use as much combat expertise as you think it best, probably a lot. Watch out for those pirates, but I am sure you can handle them- being a good swordsman and all, we will get into position to prevent that rogue from backstabbing you again.
7. I step to H8 and attack p5.
8. DWALIN step to H9 and full attack p5.
9. Pyrra, now open the gate.}
This message was last edited by the player at 04:54, Fri 05 June 2015.

Dwalin steps to within range of p5 and he first swings his axe, then he immediately strikes back with his shield.


{
06:20, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 5 using 1d4+1. shield damage to p5.
06:20, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 22 using 1d20+5. the axe attack was 7, it obviously missed.Also I turn block percentage on.}
This message was last edited by the player at 10:44, Fri 05 June 2015.

Arrows sailed through the crowd and into the chest of their target with a satisfying thud {Jacqueline deals 14 Dmg to P2; Pyrra deals 15 Dmg to P2}. “I win,” said Pyrra to Jacqueline while opening the gate, enjoying their little contest.

Imbellem finished mending Adwonus and gave him a pat on the back, “You’re good to go!” Not wasting time with the courtesies, Adwonus immediately launched into an assault, together with Mikael, and rushed the arrow-stricken pirate. With axe and sword they hacked him down to size, and he fell to the ground in a bloodied heap {Adwonus deals 12 Dmg to P2; Mikael deals 8 Dmg to P2}.

Herr Johannes watched the edge of his polearm slice deeply into his own opponent; the force of the attack sent vibrations through the weapon and into his hands {Herr Johannes deals 17 Dmg to P5}. Still bearing a grudge toward the pirate, Dwalin bashed him in the face with his shield a second time, causing yet another tooth to fall to the ground {Dwalin deals 5 Dmg to P5; Dwalin misses P5}. Should that pirate survive this day, he’ll be a whole lot uglier than before. Zinvaris half-heartedly lunged toward that same pirate and missed, but he seemed unconcerned, parrying all the weapons around him with an effulgent delight {Zinvaris misses P5}.

Wounded, the pirate (P5) rasped to his companion behind him, “Go, get Gage,” who (P6) then bolted away from the battle in considerable haste, and out an exit on the far side. After uttering this command, the wounded pirate then turned and brought his sword down on Dwalin, but the dwarf once again raised his shield where the blade struck harmlessly {P5 misses Dwalin}. The other pirate staggered forward and took a wild swing at Mikael, but with elven reflexes, he sidestepped the blow, escaping with little more than papercut {P3 deals 1 Dmg to Mikael}.

Trapper yanked his axe from the pirates corpse with brutal ease. As soon as the weapon was free he spun towards the rat who had struck the elf, sending his axe blades in raking arch.


21:34, Sat 06 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 22 using 1d20+5 ((17))
The first blade connected, invigorated, the half orc continued the motion, swinging wildly.
damage:
21:40, Sat 06 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 11 using 1d8+5 ((6)).


21:40, Sat 06 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 10 using 1d20+5 ((5)).
The second stroke was not as strong, giving the foe a precious second to dodge the incoming weapon.
Trapper grimaced momentarily at his failure to kill the little man. He gripped his weapon and went back on the defensive. As Mikael moved, trapper took up position at f8(five foot step).
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[After Johannes shouts order to the members of the party...]

after hearing Johannes' orders, Imbellem gave a smirk and a solute to the Paladin, who was in the heat of battle as war had seemed to seep into his mind. Quite impressive he remained calm actually. After the brutal swings of Adwonus. Imbellem hesitated, as if he had forgotten something... luckily for him, as two arrows came darting past him. He stood still for a moment and thought to himself, 'oh yeah. Arrows.' He then turned to the trapper,locked eyes, and Imebellem took a 5ft step to square E8 And wheeled back for a swing agian, intending on hitting his target before he died this time...

Now slightly worried about the name 'Gage', the cleric kept a watchful eye on the door as best he could as well as tried his best to listen for upcoming trouble... "Hope you didnt get your looks from your mother, Id hate to mess them up!" He shouted cockily as his morningstar came towards the mans head.

{Storytelling, not calling a hit}

[Roll issue-working on it]

[Private to DM Ryan:
Imbellem Tueri rolled 4 using 1d8+1. Morningstar attack damage on P3.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 using 1d20+6. Morningstar attack on P3.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Heal check on P5 (Status, forgot that in my last heal check).
Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Heal check on P3.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Listen check situational awareness .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Spot Check for sources of light.
mbellem Tueri rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Spot check situational awareness.

Block still on]
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Lady Jacqueline pulled an arrow to shoot into P3, and quickly shuffles around the crate near the fort (to D4). "Pyrra, slowly and quietly go to the corner of the crate and the fort," (to F4), "and try to sneak attack him," she gestures to the pirate profusely bleeding (P3). Lady Jacqueline keeps her eyes and ears out for more enemies.

[Private to Herr Johannes: Checking for enemies approaching.
13:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
13:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
17:26, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+3. Move Silently Check.

Cody's orders:
Jacqueline: Do a move silently to D4, it will have to be at a -5 penalty for moving at normal speed. At D4 do a Hide/Sneak Attack on P3.
Pyrra: Do a move silently to F4 (half speed will get you there fine). At F4 do a Hide/Sneak Attack on P3.
 -I think the same things apply from last time, -20 on hide, +2 distance, +5 distraction, + cover (crate), + cover (troops or crate?) etc.]
This message was last edited by the player at 21:29, Mon 08 June 2015.

I laugh at the mere scratch that pirate gave me, barely even noticing it. I step forward to attack the other pirate. {I take a 5ft step to F9}. I take my spear slash towards the pirate. {I attack P5}.

15:23, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 12. Attacking P5.
15:23, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 8. Damage to P5. (If hit).


I assign my dodge to P5
This message was last edited by the player at 22:38, Mon 08 June 2015.

I continue directing our forces.
I step forward into G8 with the leader's dead body, and attack P3 with all I can muster.

{16:46, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 3 [Private to GM: using 1d20+2. AR against P3, 4 PWR ATK; MQ.]
16:48, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 1 using 1d20. Nat 1 recovery check. -wow, get sick, and now this... what a terrible event.}

After woefully missing, I shout a prayer. "My foot slipped, but You caught me!"

"Keep moving guys!" I try to keep the actions moving, even though my attack missed.

"Jacqueline, schleichen sich in Position auf der Oberseite des Schalters (nicht traf es am Unfall obwohl), haben Pyrra folgen Sie und bleiben Sie auf der gegenüberliegenden Seite der Kiste. Sie und Pyrra Überraschungsangriff diese ein, wenn Adwonus bewegt sich!"
[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "Jacqueline, sneak into position on top of the switch {D4} (dont hit it on accident though), have Pyrra follow you and stay on the opposite side of the crate {F4}. You and Pyrra sneak attack this one {P3} when Adwonus moves!"]

"HOLD THE LINE GUYS! MAINTAIN THE SHIELD WALL!"
"Mikael, move up and attack this toothless pirate {P5}."
"Zin, you attack the same one."
"Dwalin, cover me and nail him. {P5}."
"Adwonus, move up and attack the one in front of you {P3}."
"JETZT Jacqueline! FEUER!" [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "NOW Jacqueline! FIRE!"]
"Imellem, hold, hold, hold, NOW, move into position where Adwonus was and nail that pirate in the face!" I have him hold until the arrows wiz by, then I have him move in.


{ORDERS:
the order of events is the important part here, remember to mention that you do your turn at the specified time. -really important for cover and flanking.
1. Herr Johannes: 5ft step to G8 and attack P3, for my move action: draw a torch from Dwalin's pack (after attacking).
2. Mikael: 5ft step to F9 and attack p5. [Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: Remember your dodge and combat expertise being on the front line- same as Zin, p5 is close to death, but you are on the front line.]
6. Zin: attack P5, if you hit well, you could kill p5, combat expertise is up to you- you are on the front line, but you could kill p5 with a hit.
7. Dwalin: full attack P5.
2. Adwonus: full attack P3 and 5ft step to F8
3. Jacqueline: Do a move silently to D4, it will have to be at a -5 penalty for moving at normal speed. At D4 do a Hide/Sneak Attack on P3.
4. Pyrra: Do a move silently to F4 (half speed will get you there fine). At F4 do a Hide/Sneak Attack on P3.
 -I think the same things apply from last time, -20 on hide, +2 distance, +5 distraction, + cover (crate), + cover (troops or crate?) etc.
 -Does kneeling make a difference for hide checks? I assumed yes, but I did not recall a definitive answer.
5. Imbellem: 5ft step to E8 and attack P3.
}

I stay aware of opponents approaching (entering the field of battle), enemies trying to sneak up on us, my opponents in front of me, and -what lights up this room-? Torches? Where are they?
{16:47, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 4 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1.] Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
16:47, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 21 [Private to GM: Nat 20! using 1d20+1.] Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}
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Dwalin raises his axe and swings it hard into the pirate in front of him. Afterwards he rotates back the other direction striking with his shield.

{10:54, Yesterday: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 2 using 1d4+1. Shield bash to p5.
10:54, Yesterday: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 12 using 1d10+3. Axe Damage to p5.
10:54, Yesterday: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Shield attack to p5.
10:53, Yesterday: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 25 using 1d20+6. Axe attack to p5.}

“Wait, that taunt don’t make sense,” pondered the pirate (P3) as Imbellem raised his mace. “You ‘ope I don’t inherit me mother’s looks, cause you don’t want t’ mess ‘em up  - you say this while you attack. Are you inferring that my mother feels affection for me only cause I resemble ‘er? Now, ignoring the fact that’d be a shallow basis for familial relations, that’d also mean you’re taunt is mainly aimed at ruining the relationship with me parents, which is an odd thing t’ say when you’re trying t’ kill a man; not t’ mention you know nothing of me family, making the whole taunt a hit or miss really.” Imbellem hesitated and froze mid-swing, trying to wrap his head around the surprisingly reasonable points the pirate made. After a moment he replied, “Uhh. . . I suppose I still have to work on my taunts. For now, try not to think about them too much.” Imbellem then finished his attack, walloping the pirate on the head {Imbellem deals 4 Dmg to P3}.

Adwonus glanced between Imbellem and their opponent trying to decide who was more ridiculous. Finally he realized he didn’t care, and unleashed his axes on the pirate {Adwonus deals 11 Dmg to P3; Adwonus misses P3}. Further behind, Jacqueline had darted to a new position and fired an arrow, but it missed, thudding into the nearby stack of crates {Jacqueline misses P3}.

Against the second pirate (P5), the remainder of the party closed in with a barrage of weapons. With tireless energy on the front line, like a machine, Dwalin swung his axe and shield in powerful sweeping motions {Dwalin deals 12 Dmg to P5; Dwalin deals 2 Dmg to P5}. Mikael lunged with his spear, but the pirate dodged, only, however, to walk into the tip of Zinvaris’ sword {Mikael misses P5; Zinvaris deals 3 Dmg to P5}.

Herr Johannes lifted his polearm, preparing to deliver the final blow, but he stepped too close to the decapitated body of the pirate leader and tripped on it {Herr Johannes fumbles}. He clumsily landed on the deceased form. The pirate (P5) laughed haughtily, “Hah! So weak even the dead can beat ‘chya.” His companion commented on the insult, “Hehe good one mate! You see? Now that’s a taunt: direct, insulting, and appropriate t’ the situation at ‘and.” “Folks these days just don’t understand the finer points ‘o banter,” the former responded. “Tis a shame too. When I was a lad, that was somethin’ that-” “Oh shut up,” interrupted Pyrra, surprisingly close to the battle. She then shot him in the head {Pyrra deals 6 Dmg to P5}.

As the pirate collapsed to the ground without another word, she pointed her bow toward the remaining enemy. “Down, now!” The pirate (P3) looked at his fallen companion then back at the foes on all sides. “Point taken,” he stated simply. He raised his hands in the air, letting his sword fall to the ground. “I give up. You win.”

Pyrra then snapped at the party, “Let’s find what we need and get out of here. We have seconds til more arrive, a lot more. Hurry up!”

Imbellem leaned toward Adwonus and whispered in his ear, “What a woman.” “Damn straight,” he replied.

[Combat Rounds: Disabled]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Heal Check ~ P3 is injured. P5 is N/A.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Spot ~ You see long shadows by the far hall. In a minute or less, you'll have guests.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Listen ~ You hear the screech of a door and voices echo from the far hall. In a minute or less, you'll have guests.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:03, Tue 09 June 2015.

  An exhale of relief emerged from the cleric, at last, a moment of peace, and everyone was okay... for the most part. Adwonus had his blade on the pirate who had surrender and the others were catching their breath. "On your knees, hands on your head." He plainly stated, in a bit of a sour mood, "I may be a man of God who wouldnt take the life of an unarmed man, but im not sure about him. So dont do anything stupid." The pirate looked up at the trapper who simply smiled, nodding slightly he knelt to the ground. "Heres a rope" Imbellem stated, reaching into his pack and holding it out, "im not the best knotsmith, and im sure someone else could do a better job."  Imbellem turned to the remaining pirate and whispered with a tone of sass and a bit of anger perhaps, "By the way, that wasn't a bad taunt. It was in reference of your mother, who is a lovely woman and if you resembled her I would have hated to rearrange pleasant features the two of you may share... but upon closer inspection, I take it back. You have no facial features of your mother, she is far too beautiful." He finished explaing, and finally stood up again; feeling slightly better. He turned his head again down to the pirate for a final jab, "The only thing the two of you may have in common is your submissive nature." He said with a wink and a cocky smile, leaving the pirate.

  "Ill begin picking up some of the lose weapons laying around, hopefully we can make some money off of them... also a crossbow for myself. Seems like fun to be able to cause some damage from afar after seeing it first hand. Im afraid im not the best at searching for things of importance.. im not even sure what we're looking for to be honest, so Ill leave that do most of you" Keeping a watchful eye and ear out for upcoming danger, imbellem quickly hops about the chaos they created in order to loot anything of interest or value.

  As he walked, he turned to Pyrra, Bow still drawn on the man, he leaned closer to her and said quietly, just to her, "Thank you for sparing the mans life. It shows much character, and he may indeed have information for us. All in all; clever thinking. Im glad you helped us tonight" With a quick smile, he moved on to his duties.

  [After the rope is taken to tie up the prisoner, Imbellem searches for lose items around the immediate area as quickly as possible including (but not limited to) weapons, dropped documents, lose gear, money pouches, bolts, etc.)]

Rolls:~

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Sense Motive P3, preparing to make a break for it, or attack. Not staying put. Should my sense motive detect P3 is going to try something, I leap into action with an unarmed strike do knock him down

Imbellem Tueri rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Listen check situational awareness, upcoming danger.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 12 using 1d20+5. Spot Check on Surroundings, upcoming danger.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Spot Check on Surroundings, collecting gear or dropped items. (does this roll hinder me? I feel like if the weapons are out in the open its kind of hard to miss... I just hope this roll doesnt mess me up :/ )
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+5. spot check on downed pirates, Items of interest.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 21 using 1d20+5. Spot check crates/area, items of interest.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Spot Check for sources of light/Locations

Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+5. Heal check on downed pirates, surviors.]
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"Thank God..." I whisper as I see the fumble did not cost me anything but a slight stumble. I breath a sigh of relief.
"Thank God." I speak as I realize the current fight is over, with us as the winners and every person of our fold alive and able to function well.
"Thank God." I speak in expectation of further success. I breath in to prepair to speak.

Still in combat mode I begin directing almost as soon as I stand again. I remember part of the creed from my combat training, "Mission first, people always..."

"I can tell we will likely have company in a minute or less!

I need 2 people to watch the entrances,
Pyrra you take the north entrance where we say the pirate run out. Keep watch for enemies and let us know if any approach, nail 'em while you can and lay down caltrops when we fall back. This goes for the other door guard too! (Mikael/Imbellem)

Imbellem you take the other, but first grab some fallen weapons to fill your empty pack. Trade off with Mikael after you fill some space in the pack, and quick!

Jacqueline, take a look at this lever if you can disable it when we leave, so it is a one way trip and they cannot follow us. Get on that right away! Then give me a hand searching the leader for papers and other small items.

Mikael you pull security until Imbellem can finish, then he will take over for you while you help us search for info.

Mikael and Pyrra or whoever is guarding the door! do you have caltrops handy?!, both of you look down the hall to get a better idea of the layout and keep watch, let us know if you see anyone approaching or anything interesting. Give us a quick summary of what you see. And don't wait to spread those caltrops if you see enemies approaching! And fall back to the rest of us ASAP!"

"Anyone have caltrops for them? We need at least 3 bags to cover the area in front of the entrances. Pyrra needs 2 bags, Mikael 1. I think I have 2 bags, 1 at least." I ask as I pull a bag from my pack on Dwalin's back. I pull out a torch at the same time and put it into my belt.

"Adwonus, secure the prisoner for transport, leave his legs enough to walk, I don't want to carry him. If he tries something, kill him. Don't forget to gag him.

The rest of you, search the bodies, then the crates, make sure you get everything valuable from the bodies, each pick a body and search them. People with free packs like Imbellem and I, load the gear into them.

Lets go! go! go!"

Upon hearing Adwonus need for Pyrra's help, I then speak to Zin. "Zin! I need you at the north door keeping watch until Pyrra can relieve you and you can help us search the bodies."

I go to the yellow coated leader then and search him grabbing his items as fast as I can and stuffing them into my pack. I look for letters and coin purses first. I offer the lighter items to Jacqueline, and take the heavier items in my pack.

I finally hastily go and grab a lit torch from the wall, and draw an oil from my belt which I light, as I hear enemies getting close. If they enter the room beyond the doorway, I throw the oil and the torch on the row of crates closest to the north entrance. I then pick up my polearm again which I had to set against the center stack of crates to grab the torch and oil.

{21:29, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 14 [Private to GM: using 1d20.] Search Check of Yellow Leader.}

I keep an eye out for enemies and for the sound of enemies approaching. I look for what lights this room up as well.
{23:56, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 9 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
23:55, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 7 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}
This message was last edited by the player at 04:38, Fri 12 June 2015.

In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 68):

After moments of scanning the room for items, Imbellem remembered something, "Hey Johannes" he asked, who was currently knelt near the headless body of the man in the yellow coat. "Do me a favor? See if you can get that elegant coat off, im sick of looking like a hobo... you know, if you have the time that is. Just a request." With a smile, he continued scanning for lose gear and items of interest

I take watch at the west hall and look for any signs of anyone approaching. After Imbellem finishes, I help the rest of the group searching the room and the crates for any thing or value or an information.

23:21, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 4 Spot check.
23:21, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 17 Listen check.
23:21, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 13. Search check.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:24, Fri 12 June 2015.

In reply to Mikael Vaeltaja (msg # 70):

Trapper glances to Pyrra, "Give ma hand with this guy if you don't mind. I think you'll have better luck with the ropes."
Trapper then removes the pirates armor and belts, so he is down to simple clothes, The half orc holds his knife to the mans neck. "Boots off." he growls. Once the man is standing in his street clothes, shoeless. The half orc takes no chances and searches him.
21:10, Thu 11 June 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 15 using 1d20+2 ((13)).Searching

The half orc does a quick and sloppy rope job around his foes ankles and wrists. He nods pyra over. to help out with his poor knots.

21:10, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 10 using 1d20+2.
21:10, Today: Adwonus Swillman rolled 8 using 1d20+2. Use rope tie up prisoner.

[Private to DM Ryan: If pyrra approaches, trapper whispers to her. "Should we be off with him once we're all up the elevator? Perhaps interrogate him ourselves or even give him over the spymaster? Though I gotta say I don't completely trust her. Just you.]

"Guys, I hear something from the far hall," Lady Jacqueline pulls her arrow tight and takes a look at the corridor down which the pirate disappeared to. "In a minute, we'll have guests. We don't have much time." She, at a glance, checks out the loot on everyone lying near, then takes time to search each one, her bow and an arrow ready in one hand. And then, after taking small items of value with her, she steps over to the lever  and quickly studies it. "We need to disable this thing, once we can go up."

[Private to Herr Johannes: 00:07, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Lever function-- could this be jammed?
00:06, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. NATURAL 20!!! Oh, yeah!!
00:06, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Loot? (Picking up light weight things.).
00:05, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. General surrounding and anything that seems out of the ordinary.

00:27, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Pirate 4 loot.
00:26, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Pirate 3 loot.
00:26, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Pirate 2 loot.
00:26, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Pirate 1 loot.]
This message was last edited by the player at 04:29, Fri 12 June 2015.

Jacqueline tinkered with the lever next to the lift. She realized that, after activating it, it could be broken and rendered unusable. But the spanse of time between activating and disabling the lever and getting back on the lift in time was short. It would require a dangerous leap and climb onto a rising platform, and if failed, that person would be utterly left behind. . .

Meanwhile, Adwonus and his elven companion bound the hands and ankles of the surrendered pirate. “You know you’re all deadmen, right?” stated the pirate while Adwonus finished the knot on his wrists. Despite being a prisoner, he was absolutely calm, even light-hearted about the fact. “I mean, you can’t possibly think you’d get very far in our own base, not ‘ere. You just ain’t strong enough.” Adwonus replied in a harsh tone, “Be more worried about your own skin, sea rat.” The pirate grinned, revealing a silver tooth where one his canines should be. “Me? All I ‘ave to do is wait. You’ll see.”

Around the prisoner, the other group members searched the fallen bodies, and Imbellem even pried open one of the crates. The wooden lid fell to the ground, and the priest peered inside. “Oh my.” “What is it?” asked Dwalin. “Nothing horrifying. Just that this crate is completely packed with longswords.” “Don’t fall inside,” Dwalin immediately responded, recalling Imbellem’s clumsiness.

Herr Johannes leaned over the decapitated pirate leader, wondering where to begin his search. Then, remembering Imbellem desired the yellow doublet, he began pulling it off the torso. Miraculously it wasn’t too stained by the death of the previous owner, but a few splotches here and there left it with the acrid smell of blood. Suddenly a paper fell from an inside pocket - an envelope. “What’s that?” asked Pyrra, recognizing the find instantly. Herr Johannes picked up the envelope; it contained a letter, but there wasn’t time to read it now. “I’m not sure. Also, I thought you were to guard the north entrance.” “ You don’t give me orders human,” she coldly answered. “I don’t intend to be far from the lift when it’s time to leave.” [Private to Adwonus Swillman: Pyrra whispered, “I’ll follow your lead, but I don’t think we can go anywhere without seeing that letter first.”]

After searching around a tower of crates, Mikael returned with an especially interesting find, "Hey, look what I found. It was wedged between two boxes." He held a small wooden case, only a foot wide and a few inches thick; it was locked. "Perhaps someone's stash?" he surmised.

A pile of loot was formed in the middle as the last of the bodies were searched. No other documents or similarly mysterious papers were found.




Jacqueline, who had been keeping a sharp ear out, readied her bow and called out to the rest of the party, “Times up! We’ve got a choice: either fight and keep going farther in this dungeon or get out now safely. If we persist, I’ve got a feeling we’ll find better loot and maybe, only maybe, more information. But if we do that, we risk losing everything, and everyone. Choose now, cause we got ten seconds until we’re eating crossbows!"


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  Hearing Jaquelines words of warning caused imbellem to quickly stand upright in alarm. Hastily making his way to the pile of loot they had collected, he grabbed a few of the bolts and placed them in his pouch as well as the light crossbow and placed it on his belt. With a grin he held up the Yellow Doublet he had his eye on for quite some time and placed it under his arm to wear later. He grabbed his things and hobbled closer toward the lift, turning around to get everyones attetion.

  "I dont know about you guys, but personally, id like to leave. Like now" he said with a nervous laugh, "Id rather not have to fight more and perhaps lose a friend or two, so shall we take our leave perhaps?" Eyes quickly darting to Jaqueline and the lever that she believed could be dismantled. Casting his vote to leave, he now awaited the thoughts of the others. As much as he wanted to leave, if the majority of them wished to stay and fight, he couldnt abandon them... much to his distain. His mother raised him better than that.


I take 4 bolts (plus my one from my arm = 5 total), 9G, 10S, 1C the light crossbow, the pretty yellow coat and 1 bandange for myself. I also carry whatever is left, or assist those who cant carry the items after everyone takes what they need for themselves. As quickly as possible as well, so he can make his way to the lift as soon as the items are collected.

After everything is collected, the cleric takes his place on the lift on square F2

[Private to DM Ryan:
Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 using 1d20+2. Knowledge dungeoneering pirate dungeon information.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Knowledge local Gage.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 16 using 1d20+6. Listen check upcoming men, numbers, speaking to eachother.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+5. Spot check, upcoming men, numbers, armor and weapons]
This message was last edited by the player at 22:15, Tue 16 June 2015.

I follow Imbellem's lead, but only after I take my spear and wipe the blood onto the closest pirate to me. "Perhaps we are better off taking our leave. I am all for an attack if the rest of you are up for it."

I start grabbing things and bringing them to the lift.


I also load the crossbow(if it not loaded).
If I no longer have a light load I drop my backpack and the 2 rapiers at the back of the lift.

In reply to Mikael Vaeltaja (msg # 75):

Trapper grabs the prisoner and starts backing towards the elevator with Pyyra. "Don't get greedy! We need to get out of here. Alot more comming."
He clutches his axe tight and holds the pirate as a ragged shield should any errant bolts fly his way. The axe blade rests gently on upon the sea rat's unshaven neck, ready to slide and open it to the world. Trapper beckons Pyyra to his side with a grunt and nod.

After I hear Jacqueline's assessment of disabling the elevator lever, and the approaching adversaries, I make some quick decisions. "Jacqueline, that sounds too dangerous, we are not going to risk leaving you down here alone. I think I have a solution to our split decision of staying to fight or leaving with the information we got: let's grab everything we can and move to the elevator. We will have a much better tactical position from the top of the elevator shaft, then we will in this large open room. Quickly people, let's get this loot and get out of here! Let us make haste! Everyone grab what you can handle, and we will sort it out later. Adwonus, you just make sure that that prisoner stays secure, will take care of this loot."

Upon Jacquelyn's warning of the waning time, I immediately look for the last crossbow missing from our pile. if it is not one of the four that were lying on the ground from the battle {see the 4 marked on the battle map} . I turn over the leader's body to take his, the one left that it must be.

"Here Dwalin! You take the armours and weapons! You can handle the weight best!"
3 leather armours
1 padded armour
3 Long Swords

I then immediately begin stuffing items from the pile as fast as I can into my pack which I have removed off of my back. At the same time I help to stuff items I can into Dwalin's pack, with him being right next to me. Each item I pick up I have a place to put it- either my pack or his, no Item do I pick up and set down. I stuff items into our packs making sure there is no other items left after others have grabbed some of the loot. Once everything has been picked up or moved to the elevator, I stand and move as fast as I can to the elevator with Dwalin. I pick up the javelin I left in the elevator too. I take cover by standing behind Dwalin.

"Zin! hit the lever after we are all on the elevator and then get on here as fast as you can!
Make room for him people!
Someone close that door after he is on the elevator! Dwalin? could you close the gate to our fort when he is on!?"



I stay aware as I pack, of the enemies approaching

Rolls:
{23:53, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 14 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Search Check, for last crossbow; MQ.
23:52, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 7 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Spot Check, for remaining crossbow; MQ.
[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: 00:08, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
00:08, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 6 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
keep your eyes open for me :/] }
This message was last edited by the player at 04:12, Wed 17 June 2015.

"We could wait at the top," she agreed with Johannes. [Spot Check #1 for the missing crossbow. There should be 5...?] She grabbed the gold and silver that she could, making a special note to split it evenly later-- and took the fishhook and as many light items. She quickly darts to the lift and kneels down, readying an arrow in her bow. "Pyrra, grab something and let's go!" She pauses a moment.[Private to Herr Johannes: Spot Check #2 to make sure Pyrra doesn't steal Herr Johannes' letter.] "Gage... I swear I heard that name before.." she thinks to herself. [Knowledge Local on Gage.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: 00:50, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. On Gage, the pirate.
00:49, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
01:04, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Search Check. For missing crossbow.
00:49, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.

Specifying: I'm readying an attack if someone enters through the door.]

[Whatever items remain, also, that have not been picked up yet:
Bandage x 1
Fish Hook
Meerschaum
rest of Money Found: 78 gold, 80 silver, 15 copper

These are weightless, so anything I can carry, please let me.]
This message was last edited by the player at 05:06, Wed 17 June 2015.

"I can close the gate. Make the strong guy do everything I guess. Hmmm" Dwalin grunts While taking the loot from Johannes (3 leather armor
1 padded armor 3 Long Swords also any extra cross bows I can fit). Dwalin watches for pirates when they get on the elevator; specifically for for gage and Bennett, hoping to examine them if they come into view before we leave.

{ 35, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 20 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure on Bennett.
06:35, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 12 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure on gage.}
This message was last edited by the player at 10:55, Wed 17 June 2015.

“It’s time for us to leave,” said Pyrra. The sound of approaching men became audible to everyone, reverberating from the far hall. The elven woman hastened onto the lift, followed by Adwonus who brought the prisoner with him. “Let’s go, let’s go!” he shouted to the others. Stowing the rest of the loot, they followed suit. Herr Johannes lingered behind and crouched next to the body of the decapitated pirate; he rolled it onto its side. “I know it must be here somewhere- Aha! I knew it!” he wrenched out a blood-stained crossbow from beneath the body. Exceedingly pleased at this find, he joined the others and climbed onto the lift while Zinvaris positioned himself beside the lever. Adwonus glanced at the filthy crossbow in Herr Johannes’ hands and murmured to him, “That greed is going to get you killed one of these days.” “Perhaps,” Herr Johannes replied, “But today, it will get me extra loot!”

“Everybody ready?” stated Zinvaris. “No? Yes? Doesn’t matter cause we gotta leave.” He pulled the lever. Immediately the lift lurched upwards, and Zinvaris leapt on board. As he did, men began to pour from the distant entrance and enter the room. Jacqueline released an arrow and hit one square in the shoulder {Jacqueline deals 11 Dmg to X}. “I got one!” she exclaimed, not having expected it to hit.

The lift rose higher and began to approach the ceiling, leaving only a few feet left by which they could see into the underground warehouse. At least eight men had flooded into the chamber now and taken positions on the other side. After they had done so, a much larger figure entered from the hall, a man nearly seven feet tall and half-covered with tattooes. He looked unpleasant. The party felt relief at leaving such a foe behind. “Overpowering,” Dwalin muttered to himself.

View of the warehouse disappeared as the lift climbed into the stone shaft. For ten seconds, they were once again surrounded by walls on all sides and submerged in blackness, save for the dim glow of the false warehouse above. That’s what the building on the surface truly was, they had realized - a facade. The lift rose level with the floor of the familiar building, a derelict front for the complex below, and all was as they had left it; filled with empty crates and now dimming lanterns.

“I’m certain that tattooed man was Gage,” Jacqueline spoke. “You sure?” asked Mikael. “Yea. He’s been around, so I heard of him on the streets from time to time. Apparently has a rep for daring sea tactics. You and him might get along Johannes.” “I doubt that,” Herr Johannes responded rather seriously. She continued, “Anyway, I’m surprised.” “How so?” “I’m surprised that we didn’t have more trouble escaping. That went fairly smooth.”

“Hey girl.” The prisoner spoke up for the first time since he’d been bound. “Hmm?” Jacqueline curtly answered. “Surprise.” An arrow suddenly entered Jacqueline’s back and now protruded out the chest {Jacqueline receives 5 Dmg from P7}. By the front doors of the warehouse stood a pirate, with several more coming into position behind him, and perhaps even more behind them. “We’re being flanked!”

{Combat Rounds: Enabled}


[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Lady Jacqueline
Spot ~ Herr Johannes found the missing crossbow. As to Pyrra, you did not see her make such an attempt.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ You didn't see a 'Bennett' among them, but you did see who you suppose must be Gage. Overpowering, he was a melee combatant. This was all you could discern.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Search ~ Aha! Found it!
Examine ~ P7 is holding a bow and donned in some leather armor, a short sword hangs at his side; the two behind him appear similarly equipped.]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Knowledge Dungeoneering ~ Being a foreigner, you know little of the history of this place, but you could discern some thing. From appearances, you would say the pirate complex was once The Aqueducts, but has been reconstructed, added to, and refurbished. It must've taken them decades to do this, decades which they've had. If that's this case, then there's no doubt the complex is massive; who knows how far their base stretches beneath the Bazaar.
Spot ~ The pirates you seen thus far are similarly equipped to the ones you seen before, wearing either leather armor or none and heavily favoring crossbow and sword. Above ground however, at least one has brought with them a bow instead.]

"I will go to the ends of Tel'Gia if I must..." ~ Versa

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus wrapped his arms around the branch of the tree and tightly shut his eyes. Although he didn't realize it at the time, his green skin, for the first time in his life, was a boon to him. If the armored strangers beneath him had bothered to look up, they would have likely seen only another leaf among the dense canopy. In any case, they saw him not, for their footsteps soon faded, hustling further away. Adwonus peeled open his eyes and watched the last of them disappear in the jungle. But their disappearance brought him no peace, no safety at all; for they were headed toward the cliffs, where his mother was.

It was not so much courage but fear for his mother that finally brought Adwonus to move from his perch. But once he broke his stillness, he hastily climbed down the bough of the tree at such speed, that he might as well have let himself fall. Sure-footed, he reached the root of the tree unharmed and dashed into the foliage of the jungle in direction of the cliffs. He held onto the hope that he'd reach his mother in time, but the armored strangers had a significant headstart, a fact that loomed heavily over his mind.

Nearing the cliffs and the hut he called home, he slowed his pace, for he heard voices over the not-so-distant hum of the sea. Being only a child, his head rose no higher than the lowest brush, and he easily crept toward the forest edge unnoticed. Adwonus crawled beneath a thicket of leafy shrubs, the kind that grow only on the edges of forests and thrive on partial sunlight, and from there he observed his hut a mere twenty feet from him.

No less than ten armored strangers stood amidst the hut, nearby the fire which Adwonus had kindled not an hour before. The only tribesman who had escaped the nets, and perhaps the last of the Kanui tribe, was now caught and bound outside the entrance of the hut. And then, Adwonus witnessed a sight that rent his heart. Another armored stranger exited the hut dragging Adwonus' mother behind him by her hair. She struggled and kicked and screamed, but the far stronger man had to exert little effort in dragging her so. For the first time Adwonus felt true fear, for his mother was the only person in the world he truly cared about. He felt a desire to run to her, but he knew that would mean certain death, and he did not have the power to fight for her freedom. So, forced to do nothing, to his terrible grief, he remained paralytically still in his hiding place.

His mother was pulled beside the bound tribesman and before the feet of another armored figure, who Adwonus at first though was a monster due to the great horned helm atop his head. "Sir Rysan," said his mother's captor, addressing this horned figure, "We found another woman, but we don't have much space left in the holds. What do you wish to do?" The monster-like figure lifted his hands and removed his helm. "These jungle islands are ungodly hot," he uttered. Adwonus was surprised to see he was a man, though an unusual one. His skin was a golden-brown color with hair of a similar shade; youthful and strong, Adwonus would have thought him a god from the stars, if he did not already loathe him. Rysan spoke, "The male is more valuable; the strong slaves often sell better, not too mention women die in the holds more often. Keep him – get rid of her." Adwonus felt shock course through him like lightening as the armored stranger compliantly pulled out his sword.

"Wait," said Rysan. The tension lessened inside Adwonus at that single word, and a tiny, very tiny, beacon of hope appeared. He continued, "Be efficient, my friend. Never fear to use your environment. Like so." He stated the words calmly and casually, so much that Adwonus had no expectation when Rysan grabbed his mother by the neck and unhesitatingly threw her off the cliff. There was a short scream, followed by an abrupt surcease. The cold-bloodedness of it all made the act all the more stunning. "Now, let's go," he stated with the same loathsome casualness.

The next few minutes were a blur to Adwonus as his mind seemed to cease functioning. The armored strangers took their remaining prisoner and left. When they were gone, Adwonus crept to the edge of the cliff and peered downward at the rocks and waves below, where there was no sign whatsoever of his mother. He must've spent hours watching, waiting for her to bob above the surface of the violent waves, to be miraculously alive, but she never appeared, and never would again.

Night fell. Slowly, thoughts began to return to Adwonus' mind, which had been torn apart by disbelief of reality. But slowly, he came to realize that he was all alone, in more ways than he his grief had already made clear. The Kanui tribe, every last one, had been captured or slain; his mother was... was... He couldn't bear finishing the thought. And Adwonus was now the only living soul on the entire island, the only one. He would be the only one tomorrow, and the next day, and the next year, and the next ten years. And each and every night of those years, he would watch the stars, and think of his mother, of his hatred for mankind, and above all, his hatred for Rysan. "My name is Adwonus Swillman; Trapper my mother had nicknamed me," he would remind himself, hearing his name from no one else. "And I will never forget. This, I promise to the stars."

Thus concludes this Chapter in the life of Adwonus.]

I set down the readied crossbow and I look to those around me. "I'm taking them head on! These half-wits don't stand a chance." I grab my spear in hand and move to N6. I come at the pirate (P7) in a flurry of spins and twists with my spear. I'm suddenly in the air and I bring my spear down to the pirate. (I attack P7 with +4 combat expertise)

I assign my dodge to P7.
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  So many things to process. The arrow though Jaquelines chest, the laughing prisoner at their feet, more enemies coming from who knows where, as well as how many... Oh what a lovely day Imbellem thought to himself. The swift action of Mikael snapped him out of it. Brave fellow running out into the front lines like that... Hopefully he doesnt get his head cut off or anything.

  The cleric gripped his weapon and shield tight, but something caught his attention. At first he thought it was the wriggling of the prisoner, or perhaps the glisten of the shining metal of the blade on him, but it was the trapper again, bleeding, sweating, and breathing heavily. Imbellem lowered his head and rested his index finger and thumb on his nose-bridge squeezing and finally letting out a playful chuckle. "Again?" He said aloud, forgetting that sometimes people couldnt hear his thoughts. Nobody turned except for the trapper and the brown eyes of the prisoner from the ground. "Hang on there buddy," Imbellem said to Adwonus as he crawled over closer to him so he could lay his hands on him in prayer, "Me and The Big Guy got your back."

  Now kneeling above the hog-tied pirate, Imbellem once again asked permission to aid the wounds of the the warrior who, would no doubt be useful to this upcoming battle of unknown size... While he rarely looked down, the slightly paranoid cleric had the uncanny ability to keep an eye on things without often looking directly at them. Making sure the prisioner wouldnt try anything all the while, as well as keeping an eye out on for attackers, listening intently to anything they may say or do, he once again reached out to the trapper, who extended his elbow this time, making it slightly more of an effort on both sides instead of mostly Imbellem making the effort. 'Hah. Im getting to him' He thought as he lifted up another prayer for the wounded orc-blood,

  "Abba father, I come before you again," a small chuckle began to crawl across his face, "Im sure you're getting used to seeing the two of us brought before you in humble submission to your grace." He felt the breath of the Adwonus as he exhaled deeply, slightly irritated. A light tap from the cleric reassured him that it was all in due fun and meant no offence. He continued, "By your word, you have promised you hear our cries for help, and aid those who need it. This man has been wounded, yet again as he fights along side us, helping us and defending us in battle. I ask that you revitalize him again, grant him the strength to get though this battle, and cover us all with your blessing of protection as we fight for our lives. By your word and by your blood, I know that this has already been done. Thank you for your ever flowing favor and protection, and I apologize for what I am about to say, by your holy name, amen."

 Adwonus raised an eyebrow to the priest, mostly due to that last part about apologizing part. Imbellem looked up, cracked a smile and simply stated,


Spontaneous cast on Adwonus using magic weapon for cure light wounds for 11 hp

Imbellem 5ft step to I4, knelt

Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using Sense motive Prisoner, Escape or attack.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 using Spot Check on prisoner, attempting an escape, or attack

Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using Knowledge dungeoneering pirate dungeon hidden exists/enterences.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 using Spot check back door for a lock.


Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 using Listen check on enemies, possible planning.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using Spot check on enemies, gear, level, weapon, how many etc.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using Listen check situational awareness.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 13 using Spot Check on Surroundings.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 using Listen check for outside sounds (Enemy movement, forgot to add).

Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 using Knowledge local Gage.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using Knowledge local area, safe place to run to.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 11 using Cast cure light wounds on Adwonus.
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As Zin pulls the lever and the lift begins to move I catch sight of our pursuers. I consider what I know about them as the lift rises.
1. I examine the equipment (on Gage 1st (the big one, assumably) and then the rest) they were wearing as best I can before they are out of sight.
2. I consider my studies if they would shed any light on Gage.

[Private to GM: {00:31, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Spot Check,  Gage (equipment/other features); MQ.
00:30, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, enemies with Gage (equipment); MQ.
00:34, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), men with Gage; MQ.
00:34, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Gage; MQ.
00:36, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (History), on Pirate Fortress; MQ.
00:35, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), on Gage; MQ.

I also would do a Knowledge Arcana, Religion, History, Nobility & Royalty on Gage and the Pirate Fortress and our enemies outside if they apply, instead of rolling them, I thought I would ask first if they apply and then have you roll Ryan if they do. I assumed they were less likely so I held off}]

As the lift rises I am pleased we choose to leave after hearing Dwalin's assessment he muttered to himself and the appearance of 9 total enemies at least. I am unpleasantly surprised by the new group of enemies above soon after however- not because I do not wish to rid the world of more evil, but because of the wicked sneer by the prisoner and the arrow Jacqueline is hit by. Angered again, I prepare mentally to charge into battle once more. The anger of the injury I witness is hard to not let loose without restraint.
     I pray to my Lord, the God of angel armies (Jehovah Saboath) "May I once again loose fury and wrath, imbued from thee, upon these my enemies Lord, may they be scattered and confused. May they wither and perish before the breath of your nostrils. They are filled with dread at the sight of You my protector. You are my strong tower and my safety. You are my guide in the darkness. You are our hope and shelter. May we ever trust in Thee, my Lord, my God, my Father. In Jesus name, amen."

I shout orders out loud and direct as fast as I can, before I order the gates opened and the attack to commence... "CHARGE!!!"

I drop the crossbow in my hands and any other items in my hands hindering an attack (free actions). I Charge (or move if I am blocked- see orders for myself) to M6 and attack P7. [Private to GM: I use max Power attack against my enemy (4) that is why I only did +2 in my roll. There would be an additional +2 to my AR if I can charge.]

{00:48, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 14 [Private to GM: using 1d20+2. AR, against P7; MQ.]
00:50, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 15 [Private to GM: using 2d4+11. DMG to P7, 4 POWER ATTACK; MQ.]}

I study my enemies and their fighting styles.

[Private to GM: {00:43, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, P7-9; MQ. (for equipment)
00:42, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), P9; MQ.
00:42, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), P8; MQ.
00:41, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), P7; MQ.}]

I stay aware of my enemies and if any more are approaching.

[Private to GM: {00:45, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness/any more enemies approaching; MQ.
00:45, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness/any more enemies approaching; MQ.}]

Orders are as foillows:

{ORDERS:
1. Adwonus (PART I): Slide open the crate lid gate at J5 EAST Side,
2. Dwalin (PART I): Slide open the crate lid gate at I6 NORTH Side,
3. Herr Johannes: Drop crossbow and any other loot in my hands, Charge to M5 and attack P7, if I cannot charge because of Mikael in J5, I will just move to the same place and attack. If I can charge while Mikael is beginning to move up to attack P7 and P7 does not have cover relative to me in M5, I will do that instead. (I just dont want to charge P7 if he will have cover = +4 ac vs +2 AR). I also do Knowledge Adventure Checks on each individual enemy and applicable knowledge and spot checks
4. Dwalin (PART II): move to L6 via J5-K5-L5-L6 [Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Do Knowledge Adventure Checks on each individual enemy.]
5. Jacqueline: 5ft step to I6 and begin disabling the elevator. If it does not hinder the Disable Device (that is the priority), do a spot check on the enemy's equipment, the back door (for a lock), listen check for enemies approaching etc., and any available, applicable knowledge check that would apply to Gage or this warehouse/pirate fortress [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: (that is any knowledges you have that you have not yet used on these subjects and knowledges you have actual ranks in, not just ability score bonus)]. Also, do a spot check on Gage and on the men with him for their equipment and distinguishing features on Gage. You may kneel for additional cover as well- do that at the end of your turn.
6. Pyrra: move to J6, use a hide check to possibly sneak attack P7, attack P7. *I whisper her orders to her, since she is next to me, and that way the enemies are less expecting her attack.)
7. Mikael: Move to N6 and attack P7, use dodge and combat expertise- you are the front line.
8. Zin: move to N5 (via I5-J5-K5-L5-M5-N5) and attack P7. If you have combat expertise, use it. You are on the front line. Front line protects, the rest kills.
9. Imbellem: 5ft step to I5 and use a spontaneous cure light wounds on Adwonus.
10. Adwonus (Part II): 5ft step to J5 and pick up a crossbow if you can fire it without issue with your current weapons out and the prisoner is managed. If the weapons in your hand prevent it, you could move to M6 to prepare to attack next round in melee. You could also move toward the back door to confirm it is secure/ or just push the crate in E6 against it. [Private to GM: If Jono does not post, have him pick up the Heavy crossbow Mikael dropped and 5ft step to J5 like I said.]

EVERYONE: Feel free to add as many checks as you can about Gage, the pirate fortress and our current enemies etc.
a. Spot Check of enemy equipment, or enemies we just saw as the lift rose.
b. Knowledge Checks on Gage an enemies
c. Listen Check of approaching enemies
d. any other free stuff you can think of!}
This message was last edited by the player at 02:08, Sat 20 June 2015.

In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 84):

Trapper's eyes flickered with a strange light for the quickest of moments. Like a blink. With a sudden violence he shoved the prisoner full force face first into the stone ignoring his curses as his bare flesh impacted with a thud. At once the half orc was moving, throwing open the gate. However, he remained stationary, un-angered and serene. His lips moved, producing a sound that was well below a whisper, as if he was speaking as the wind and not himself. His free hand moved and danced a slow and careful dance, the same way a spider would traverse it's silk stringed home. His eyes locked on the space outside the warehouse, upon the torn up dirt and earth the attackers stood upon. A snap sounded through the air like the crack of wind on rock, as trapper's disturbing dexterous fingers crunched into a fist. The earth beneath the attackers came alive, sending small vines and other plants in a writhing fury. The vines twisted and snapped around the sea rats attempting to immobilize them. As soon as the fledgling plants took their grips the half orc cluthced his weapon and grabbed the prisoner's neck, growling in his bloodied ear.
 "Yer gonna pick your sorry pink ass up. Am I clear?"
the hunter turned to his companions who stared at the strange enigma of tangled pirates.
"Now's our chance. We move fer the back exits and deeper into the city. we got four minutes for those vines. They won't keep them long."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 04:25, Sat 20 June 2015.

Dwalin shoves open the crate lid and hustles out of the crate fortress. He walks out in between the enemies and the crates while getting his axe out. He examines each of the enemy pirates.


00:52, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure on p9.
00:52, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 17 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure on p8.
00:52, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 13 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure on p7.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:54, Sat 20 June 2015.

"Charge!" cried Herr Johannes. The moment Adwonus removed the gate to their makeshift fortress, Mikael and Herr Johannes sprinted toward the entrance of the warehouse. Dwalin pulled aside another one of the crates lids and closely followed behind. Mikael lunged forward with his spear and missed {Mikael misses P7}. But Herr Johannes performed very differently. Blazing across the wooden floor with his guisarme lowered, he speared the closest pirate through the heart; there was such ferocity in the blow that the pirate was completely lifted off the ground and thrown back several feet, instantly dead as he crumpled onto the ground {Herr Johannes deals 45 Dmg to P7}. Mikael blinked for a moment and briefly compared his elven spear with Johannes' polearm. "I've got to get me one of those."

Meanwhile at the lift, Jacqueline had moved and crouched next to the lever, tinkering with the many chains and spokes that connected to the pulleys above. "This is going to take a bit," she stated back to the others. "Please make sure I don't get shot in the mean time!" "On it," Imbellem replied. "But first. . ." The priest stood beside Adwonus and placed his hands upon him. "This is getting pretty familiar isn't it?" Imbellem replied in a jest. Adwonus didn't share his humor, being the one who was bleeding. But after the priest's work was done, he nonetheless muttered a work of thanks. "Give em hell," encouraged Imbellem as he kneeled for safety. The ranger's reply was enigmatic. "Oh I will, but not in the way that you think." His hands and fingers began to move as though the wind itself was a lute to be played; his mouth whispered in fae tones. . .

Pyrra watched the small band of companions rushing to the entrance of the warehouse and said, "There is no victory here. Now is the time to run. Come." Light on her feet, she hopped over a busily working Jacqueline, and retreated to the back door. "Right behind ya," corroborated Zinvaris who did the same. Adwonus shouted to the others at the front, "She's right! Let's get out of here," then glanced to his prisoner, "Up! On your feet. Or it's an axe to the head instead." The captive pirate compliantly stood. He was beginning to look more harrowed and distressed at his situation.

"Oh shit," Mikael uttered at the front line. This worried Johannes greatly. "What is it?" The elf simply pointed outside and northwards down the pier but it was needless, for the footsteps were loud enough. More were coming – a lot more. Then the strangest thing happened. The weeds and small grasses which grew from the cracks in the pier seemed to wriggle and cling at the feet of the nearest pirates; beneath the moonlight, they grew vigorously. "What the bloody 'ell?" exclaimed one of the pirates (P8). He struggled to move backward but weeds had tangled around his boots, and the more he tired to pull free, the more stubbornly they held onto him. Giving up and frustrated, he simpy fired his bow from there into the warehouse; it shot harmlessly into a crate inside {P8 misses Herr Johannes}. Herr Johannes tried to jab at him as he did so, but the angle of attack was too narrow {AoO: Herr Johannes misses P8}.

The other pirate also attempted to move, but his feet too seemed snared but the very weeds of the pier; finally he also shot an arrow through the entrance, and into Mikael {P9 deals 8 Dmg to Mikael}. Further down the pier, another mob of armed pirate moved toward the warehouse. Some were brave enough to walk onto the weeds but moved with difficulty, tearing away roots with every step. Others were startled and frightened by it, ceasing at the edge. One shot a crossbow bolt toward the entrance but it hit the wall instead {P10 misses Mikael}. Things were becoming strange and dire. The only relief came from Jacqueline when she cried out, "Got it! No more lift!"



Examine ~ The pirates before you are donned in leather armor and wielding longbows, with short swords sheathed at the side. The ones approaching are bringing crossbows.

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem Tueri
Sense Motive ~ He clearly desires to escape but you don't think he'll be attacking anytime soon. He does not seem to have a death wish.
Knowledge Local ~ Gage is definitely a local figure among pirate. Strong and bulky in stature, he's an intimidating sight for most people; however, he has a mind to match, with several enthralling stories of his daring raids at sea. Thought highly of among pirates. As to the surrounding area, the Bazaar is filled with alleyways and dark streets where people can hide, if just for a few moments. But in the long term sense, the Bazaar is the worst place to hide from pirate, being directly on their turf. The boats where Kelden would soon be was the only logical escape.
]
[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Spot ~ Gage and those pirates were too distant, and seen too briefly, to get a good look at their equipment, but you can't imagine them being significantly different than what you've seen thus far.
Knowledge Adventure ~ Most of the men were fighters and rogues of a challenging degree, with Gage being certainly a full-blown fighter, and overpowering. It was apparent that he hit hard, and would be difficult to escape from if got close.
Knowledge Adventure ~ All three opponents (P7-P9) are fighters of a challenging degree. At least two are adept at ranged and dedicated to that art, and it's not unlikely the third is the same.
]
[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ All three opponents are fighters of a challenging degree. At least two are adept at ranged and dedicated to that art, and it's not unlikely the third is the same.
]
[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Disable Device ~ You think you got it!]
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The ranger glanced to see his handywork for but a moment. This was not time to gloat. Instead his focus went to Zin and Pyyra. He looked to the wobbly and battered prisoner and cupped his large green mit against the back of the rat's sea-tanned neck. He barked at him.
"You move with me rat, lest I gut you."

Before the prisoner could respond, trapper vaulted over the crate barrier. The sea rat barely scrambled over the wooden cover and the two headed for Pyyra and Zin. Trapper spoke to them.
"Let's get moving. There's good load of those bolt boys coming our way."

Trapper didn't look back as the rest of the party attempted to divvy up loot. That was not his purpose here. He had made his points on greed before, and didn't care to make them again. They were welcome to leave with him, but he was not staying.
(Trapper reahces e4? with the prisoner)

work in progress~

After imbellem whitnessed the paladin take a man feet of the ground and killing him in one powerful blow, he was slightly dumbfounded in amazement. This state of 'Damn' was short lived  however, as Adwonus barked at the prisioner and began to head out the back with the elf archer and swordsman. Imbellem looked at both sides, with his old party members, and then back at the three new ones much like a puppy choosing between two owners.

  Seeing Johnannes' crossbow on the ground he quickly, placed his morning star safely and securely on his belt and dove over toward it and and held it awkwardly in his hands. he had never shot a crossbow before... He was slightly afraid of it firing on its own and accidentally shooting someone he cared about... also imbellem knew he would need that later more than likely... He stood next to the knelt jaqueline and held the weapon as best he knew how, simply based on seeing them wielded by others watching the vines hold pirates in their places. It was amazing. he quickly turned to see the three members and prisoner making their way to the exit. "Adwonus! Zin, Pyrra wait!" He shouted, urging for them to not leave without them, "Please, hold a bit longer! we dont know whats outside the back, you may need help! Dont go far! if you do check outside, we will catch up. Please dont leave, youve all proven to be of great help, we carry strength in numbers!" He felt a burning on his face. He looked down to see Jaqueline shoot him a look that seemed to burn though him, she wasnt very impresed with his childlike begging. Fair enough, it wasnt impressive.

[After standing, I pick up Johannes' crossbow, and hold it. I then 5' step to I5]

[Private to DM Ryan: Guard on?... can i do that with a crossbow?


Imbellem Tueri rolled 24 using 1d20+5. Diplomacy, convince Zin to slow down, or assist our escape.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+5. Diplomacy, convince Pyrra to slow down, or assist our escape.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using 1d20+5. sense motive zin, Strange or malicious intent.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Pyrra, strange or malicious intent.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 12 using 1d20+5. Sense motive for Adwanus, strange or malicious intent.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Prisoner, Escape or attack, unusual behavior.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using 1d20+5. Spot Check prisoner, attempt to flee, unusual behavior.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Spot check situational awareness.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+6. listen check movement outside.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Listen check situational awareness .]
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"GAAAAAAAA!" I shout as my guisarme pierces the chest of the fiend in front of me, sending him sailing back and to the ground only to be covered with weeds which now seem to be alive. That was a satisfying hit.

I look back suddenly to Adwonus hearing the fae tones and the wind like movements of his hands just completing. "Astonishing..., good call Adwonus! We have 5 more approaching from the NORTH! This will slow them down!"

I then hear of Jacqueline's success disabling the lift. "Outstanding Jacqueline!" This is a definite piece of good news.

After seeing the additional 5 enemies approaching, I decide it is time we left.
"Mikeal! We need to get these doors shut! Close the south after door and lock them after I get the north door!"

I remember the arrow that flew past me, I realize Zin and Pyrra have decided to ignore helping us in the front and have fallen back. "Hey! Zin and Pyrra! Remember who is covering your back before you try to save your own! Jacqueline is disabling that lift to keep ALL of us from being followed! We are closing these gates to keep us all from taking arrow fire as we leave! Adwonus, we are coming soon, don't dismiss our thoroughness and covering your backside as greed. We are all fighting the same enemy here. Please, check the back door, we don't even know if anyone is back there, watch out! Please let us know what the situation is back there when you open the door."

I 5ft step up to where Mikael was (before he took a 5ft step) and attack P8. I then shut the north door. "NOW Mikael! Lock them, quick!"

{ORDERS:
NOTE: items on map not shown, HVY crossbow in I5, Hvy Crossbow in J5

Mikael: 5ft step to N5, *after I attack* close the south door from that new position, and latch/bar the doors after I close the north door. (*note: there should be no AoO on you from p8 for closing the door because 1. he has no melee weapon out, 2. you have hard cover relative to him.) While you are up front, get a spot check/examine on our enemies equipment (the new ones entering the field (p11-p14)).

Herr Johannes: 5ft step to N6 after Mikael moves. Attack P8, using lower left corner P8 as no cover to me. Close north door. Spot Check/examine on enemies outside. (*note: any other items I had in my hand from downstairs had been stashed in my pack prior to this and was not in my hands when the lift got to the top, I was only juggling the loaded Hvy Crossbow in my hand with my Guisarme in the other)

Jacqueline: Stand from kneeling, pick up an adjacent crossbow off of the ground (either Mikael's or mine, whichever is left at the time). 5ft step to be able to pick them up if necessary, otherwise just 5ft step to I7. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Also, please add checks about Gage and his men sooner than later- here is the orders from last time when you were off for the post: Do any available, applicable knowledge check that would apply to Gage or this warehouse/pirate fortress (that is any knowledges you have that you have not yet used on these subjects and knowledges you have actual ranks in, not just ability score bonus). Also, do a spot check on Gage and on the men with him for their equipment and distinguishing features on Gage. *Keep an eye on Pyrra and Zin to see if they leave.]

Imbellem: Stand from kneeling and sheath morningstar, if that is combinable, also pick up the 2nd Hvy Crossbow on ground available. 5ft step to I5.

Dwalin: Take a double move toward the back door. If drawing an item is a mergeable move action, draw an oil I have prepared in your pack with a wick and draw a flint and steel.}

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: ROLLS:
I keep an eye on Pyrra, Zin, and Adwonus- whether they leave the warehouse.
{21:38, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness - on Adwonus, Zin, and Pyrra; MQ.}

I examine our foes outside before I shut the door (to see what equipment P11-P14 has).
{21:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, for examine on P11-P14; MQ.}

I listen to stay aware.
{21:38, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

I attack P8
{21:43, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+2. AR, against P8, 4 PWR ATK; MQ.
21:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 2d4+11. DMG, on P8 (4 PWR ATK); MQ.}]
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{Special request: Shaun, please don't speak on behalf of my characters. Thanks!}

Jacqueline stood from kneeling, and quickly picked up a crossbow off of the ground that Johannes indicated and stepped into place (I7). "I don't remember a thing about the history of this place," she muttered, angrily. "But I do know that that's unnatural." She nodded towards the weeds that trapped some pirates. She racked her mind about any of these pirates and their relation to the Pirate Lord. Eagerly, she waited for her next set of commands.

[Private to Herr Johannes:
22:01, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 11 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
21:49, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Seeing if Zin and Pyrra leave.
21:49, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Awareness on Gage and his equipment.
21:47, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nobility/Royalty.
21:46, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nature.
21:46, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local.
21:46, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History.

All these knowledge rolls are directed at Gage and his men as well as the pirate fortress.]
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After seeing the pirates approaching and the weeds and vines e tangling them. I muer, "We'll atleast we're not underground." Before Johannes attacks I take a 5ft step to N5. Once I see the blood of the pirate sray on the ground from Johannes (after Johannes attack) i close the door.
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In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 91):

{Noted, my apologies}

As much as Dwalin would like to stay and fight, he knows when it is time to leave. He begins to head for the back door while trying to reach into his pack to prepare a flaming oil and a flint and steel.

"Take this!" While Mikael dashed aside, Herr Johannes took his place and lunged out the warehouse doors; his polearm narrowly missed the nearby pirate who scowled at the attempt {Herr Johannes misses P8}. "Now, close the doors! Hurry!" Together they slid the bulky doors shut, immediately followed by locking the wooden latch on the inside. Herr Johannes and Mikael rested their backs on the sealed doors in an exhaustion of effort.  Mikael exhaled in deep relief and glanced at his companion, "Do you think everyday will be like this?" A soft chuckle escaped Herr Johannes, "I hope not." They felt a slamming on the door behind them and braced their muscles against it. "I'd at least like to live long enough to find out," Mikael replied. He then pensively added, "I hope we've made the right decisions."

"You haven't," answered Adwonus from the lift, having caught the exchange with his sharp hearing. "We've lingered too long. It's time to go!" Grabbing the prisoner, he skillfully climbed over the wall of their makeshift fortress and toward the back exit, all while dragging his prisoner none too kindly behind him. As he arrived, Pyrra opened the back door and listened for whether or not the coast was clear. "Go ahead," she said to Zinvaris, "If we get separated, meet by the fountain." "You got it hun," he replied. Wasting no time, Zinvaris slipped out the exit and made his escape; Pyrra  followed him as far as the alcove and waited for her own chance to make the run.

Meanwhile, back inside, Dwalin hustled toward the exit as well, getting as far as the lift. He pulled out a flaming oil from his pack as he spoke to Imbellem and Jacqueline, "Time to go guys. Better move on it." "We know," replied Imbellem, "We'll be right- Ooo, look a crossbow!" He stood from kneeling and stepped beside the dropped weapon, casually sheathing his morningstar; he looked longingly at the weapon, wishing he had the time to pick it up. Jacqueline also stood from kneeling and lifted a second, smaller crossbow from the ground; awkwardly holding her bow in one hand and the crossbow in the other.

Outside the sound of footsteps increased in tandem with the muffled shouts of pirates. "This ain't lookin' good." Dwalin muttered.


Examine ~ Several of the pirates (P11-P13) further outside were carrying large crossbows and longswords at their side; they wore leather armor. Another in the back (P14) was bare-chested, carrying a smaller crossbow and rapier.

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Error ~ Sheathing your weapon is a Mergable Move Action, however, this cannot be done/merged while standing from kneeling nor a 5-ft. step; this can only be done/merged with a Normal Move Action (where you move your movement speed). As a result, you did not have the actions remaining to pick up the heavy crossbow.
Sense Motive & Diplomacy ~ They appear intent on living and ignore you.
Listen ~ There is definitely movement outside.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Listen ~ There is the sound of many footsteps outside.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Error ~ Cannot 5 ft. step to I7. A 5 ft. step cannont be done onto difficult terrain (terrain with obstacles in it). I7 is difficult terrain due to the Lever Device.
Knowledge ~ Your character has already rolled knowledge checks on "Gage" (see Post #78) and "Pirate Complex" (see Post #4). Knowledge checks can't be re-rolled, knowledge being either present or not-present.
Spot ~ Zinvaris and Pyrra have exited the warehouse. Downstairs, Gage and his men were too distant and seen to briefly to get a good look at their equipment, but you can't imagine them being equipped much differently than what you've seen thus far.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Note ~ Retrieving an item from a backpack is a Stationary Move Action.]

The half Orc glanced at the close doors and shook his head. Outside to hear that she rats cursing and complaining of the vines used by the door now and was tired of waiting he looked to the others and spoke softly,
"our paths will cross again sometime quite soon I'm sure." he then turned to the beautiful she elf and spoke shortly
, "alright Pyrra, let's move." His hand clasped around the prisoners neck somehow tighter than before and the three of them darted out of the warehouse into the night.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "So this is the thanks we get for covering your backs? We close the door and fend off the pirates and you just bid us farewell? Since I don't think I can change your mind,...]

"ARRG! Missed that buzzard!" I exclaim as I lean back against the doors with Mikael in frustration.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
I turn to speak to Mikael (and the rest of our party) about Adwonus forward and unwelcome words. "You know, if I knew no other pirates were coming I would say to take cover and waste these pirates right here. ...But alas, we do not know that, and it seems unlikely. Dont listen to Adwonus by the way. A warrior who was my commanding officer and knight for a while, who was a veteran of many battles, once told me a piece of wisdom. You make decisions based upon the information you have at the time, and you must go from their. If things don't go your way, you made the best decision you could with the information available. Then you move on. I have remembered those words ever since."]

"None the less, I believe it is time to move on. Let us get out of here." At this I begin to move toward the opposite door.

I speak to Adwonus before he steps out the door
"Can we not all rendezvous with you soon to interrogate the pirate together? I need to know also what that pirate has to say.  We need to all know the truth. If you can't find us, please take careful notes, even a manuscript of what you find from interrogating the pirate! We did just cover your retreat after all."

[Private to GM: I check my pouch for the letter I pulled off the yellow coated pirate while I draw items from my pouch this round.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{ORDERS:
NOTE 1: exit in WEST side of D6.
NOTE 2: some rules to take note of that I asked Ryan about and need to be passed onto all of the squad
1 mergeable move action can be taken while undertaking 1 move action where you actually travel (such as hustling toward the door) {thus undertaking a double move action would entitle you to 2 of these)-
these are 1. drawing a weapon (source = RAW)
          2. drawing a shield (source = RAW)
          3. drawing an item from a readily accessible belt pouch (thus not including drawing a hidden weapon or money belt under a tunic, because that is not 'readily accessible') (source = Logical Houserule enacted by Ryan)
          4. Hide Skill (and this can take place during an attack even)
          *5. there are other skills that are like this, but have certain checks that are considered no action (or carry their own restrictions to be aware of) during the move such as jump, climb, ride, balance etc.
NOTE 3: feel free anyone to add a listen check of the pirates through the door. Add a sense motive on Adwonus if you have any ranks in it. (For Sense Motive: Are they really just trying to leave to escape the pirates? or do they have some other agenda going on? Are they trying to hide something?)
NOTE 4: We may have to squeeze in D4 meaning it costs double (2 squares).

Dwalin: Move to G6. Draw a flint and steel from your pouch while you move there if you can (to light the oil). Slide open the crate wall gate on the bias of G5 and H5 out of the way. Next round we prep to throw the oil.

Jacqueline: Take a double move to the outside to watch Adwonus. Move via H5-G5-G4-F4-E4-D4-D5-D6-C6-C7-C8.  Do a hide check in your 2nd move action (2nd half of your movement, because it is 2 move actions to go that far). Don't slow down for your hide- take the minus 5. The hide is to avoid the pirates seeing you if they run by. Do a spot check on Adwonus and Pyrra and Zin if possible, to see where they all went. Make 3 separate spot checks for them. Do a listen check to see if you can hear them talk or to hear enemies approaching. Keep the crossbow in your hand for now. Add a sense motive on Adwonus if you have any ranks in it.

Imbellem: Pick up the adjacent crossbow on the ground and move toward the exit via H5-G5-F4-E4-D4-D5. Sense Adwonus Motive in leaving- Do they have some appointment as well beyond their fear of death or some other hidden agenda? Are they really just trying to leave to escape the pirates? or do they have some other agenda going on? Are they trying to hide something?

Mikael: Take a double move toward the exit via moving straight to to G5 then F4-E4-D4-D5-D6 to get to the exit (you should be able to make it to D5 at least via G5-diagonal step to F4...) Add a listen Check about the pirates behind us through the doors. Add a sense motive on Adwonus if you have any ranks in it.

Herr Johannes: I take a double move toward the exit via M5-L5-K5-J5-I5-H5-G5-G4. I draw a torch from my belt and an oil from my back pouch while I move there. }

I look to see if I can tell where Adwonus goes, most likely run to the right, other than maybe climb? (I am not sure if this is possible now, realizing that the crates are 2 high in E7-E5, are they 2 high anywhere else?
{21:03, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, on Adwonus leaving; MQ.}]

I listen while at the door to hear if I can tell what the pirates are saying at the other side of the door (for as long as I can without it taking an actual action).
{20:59, Today: [Private to GM: Secret Roll:] Herr Johannes rolled 15 [Private to GM: using 1d20+1]. Listen Check; Pirates across the door, MQ.}
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Imbellem bent down and picked up the crossbow left by Johannes. "Ill hold on to this for ya for a second until you get over here." He said to the paladin who rested his head on the door he braced against in an attempt to hear for movement or even possibly words outside. "Maybe we uh," He said stepping behind Jaqueline and over one of the barriers carefully where as not to fall over and fire a bolt into someone, the then made his way to the boxes in front of the back door and knelt behind them, resting his crossbow pointing it at the door in case someone were to burst though. "We aughta figure out what we're going to do!" He shouted to the others who were now further away, "Ive never shot one of these before and Id really rather the safety of everyone in this room not rely on the shoddy shot of a man who has used one of these blasted contraptions!"

Imbellem crashed his back into the wall of crates between himself and the door... Slightly worried about a possible pirate popping out from either side of him made him uneasy to say the least. Sweat began to form out of panic until he saw the others moving in his direction. "Oh thank God..." he sighed in relief as well as a prayer of thanks. There was no way he could handle being alone with two possible sides to guard. Now he simply waited as he stood awkardly with his temporary crossbow that belonged to Johannes, to either shoot an attacker, or simply to hold and give back to its owner. Imbellem rounded the corner of the boxes, being able to see the door now...

{the box leaning thing was storytelling, not action}

[imbellem moves H5-G5-F4-E4-D4-D5 with crossbow in hands]

[Private to DM Ryan:

Should a pirate burst thought the door and round a corner i cant shoot can i. Thats a bummer

This is not mobile friendly.. tried for hidden agenda or escape, but my phone freaked out and rolled twice :/.

mbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+5. Sense motive adwonus, simply reveling (meant retreating), or hidden agenda.
00:23, Today: Secret Roll: Imbellem Tueri rolled 13 using 1d20+5. Sense motive adwonus.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 using 1d20+1. Knowledge local possible hiding places to run to.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 using 1d20+5. Sense motive for Adwanus, strange or malicious intent.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Listen check for outside sounds.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+6. Listen check situational awareness, upcoming threats to the door .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Spot check situational awareness, upcoming threats to the door.]
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I look over to Johannes next to me, "Ah! I thought you had that nasty bugger!" Let's get out of here!" I run across the room to F5. Then I move to E4 and squeeze in to D4.

Lady Jacqueline books after Adwonus and Pyrra when Dwalin opens the door, following Johannes' orders. She keeps a wary ear and eye out, anticipating any trouble if she can, bow in one hand and cross bow in the other. A dangerous move, but she was willing to take the risk.

[Private to Herr Johannes:

Moving H5-G5-G4-F4-E4-D4-D5-D6-C6-C7-C8.

09:46, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+8. Listen Check for Adwonus and Pyrra and Zin. Are they talking?
09:45, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Hide Check on the second move action.
01:20, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 21 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. General surroundings.
01:20, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Seeing where Adwonus and Pyrra ran off to.]
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Seeing that his friends were still in the crate fortress, Dwalin moves to the gate and opens it."Here you go, now you can leave."

Shouts echoed outside as though they were in the middle of a battlefield - or on the verge of a lynching. They refrained from comparing it to the latter in their thoughts, for it was too realistic of a possibility now. Fists slammed against the latched front doors of the old and derelict warehouse, causing small bits of rotted wood to rain from the ceiling. The building no longer felt like a fortress nor a place of protection but a prison, from which they direly needed to escape. On this point, some of the party was ahead of the others.

The footsteps of Adwonus and Pyrra, and their prisoner, were heard only briefly on the cobbled stone outside the back door before vanishing, melting into the many other not-so-distant footsteps. "Jacqueline, try and see where they went!" cried Herr Johannes as the entire party moved for the exit. "On it," she promptly replied. Dwalin, seeing her intentions, came and pulled aside another of the crate walls for her. And the moment he did so, Jacqueline sprinted past and disappeared behind the wall of stacked crates that blocked the rear exit from view. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Hastily, she moved to the rear outer corner of the warehouse and peered out into the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of where Adwonus and Pyrra ran off to. Suddenly a large, burly man stepped in front her; one side of his face had been disfigured. "Ello poppet." He harshly grabbed Jacqueline by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. A rather short man (B) dressed in a fine coat approached and pointed a dagger at her neck. "Not a peep from you, understand? And drop that bow! Try something, and you're dead. That's not a joke lass."]

Imbellem retrieved the fallen crossbow at his feet and tried to follow her, but he was out of shape, for he huffed and puffed as he did so. Herr Johannes and Mikael easily caught up with him and Dwalin. As Herr Johannes moved, he pulled out a torch that had been slung on his belt, while holding his guisarme awkwardly in one hand; but to his chagrin, he lacked the free hand to draw another item from his pouches. Mikael moved past his remaining companions to the fore, nearly reaching the exit.

"Alright," began Herr Johannes to the others, "We're going to burn this place to the ground. Dwalin, I'll need you to-" They were interrupted by a sharp and sudden cry from Mikael. "Jacqueline!" Herr Johannes stopped speaking immediately, feeling a tremor in his heart at the tone. Mikael continued, "Help!" "What's going on?" Herr Johannes yelled, his voice panicked. "They've got her! She-"

He was interrupted by the harsh voice of a pirate, now in the alcove. "Game's over! Weapons down and everybody out, or you're gonna be one less friend!" A large man whose face was half disfigured gripped a struggling Jacqueline by the wrists and held her against the wall. In the narrow gap to the small space behind the warehouse, a shorter man, dressed in a fine waistcoat, pointed one of two daggers at Jacqueline's neck. The party felt something in their chest sink several meters. This shorter pirate barked, "This is not a negotiation!" They could feel the terrible weight of his next few words. "Surrender, or else. You have 5 fucking seconds."

{Special Option: Surrender. This will disable combat rounds.}



[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus and Pyrra ran farther down the street, the prisoner being dragged by his bonds; they glanced behind in time to see the derelict warehouse being completely surrounded. "We got out just in time," said Adwonous. "Yea, let's go," added Pyrra. "Wait." The word caught Pyrra by surprise. He continued, "Maybe we should stay and help. Those idiots are like babes in the woods without us." "All the more reason they slow us down," Pyrra commented. "Yes, but-" Then, unexpectedly, the door of the nearby building burst open and a gang of pirates exited, six in number; they seemed just as surprised to see foes in front of them as Adwonus and Pyrra as they were to see the pirates come from seemingly nowhere. But the hesitation only lasted a moment. Quickly, they surrounded Adwonus and the others. "Surrender!" one of them growled, pointing one of many crossbows at them. Their prisoner chuckled, "About time."

Adwonus glanced at Pyrra, and she replied to his expression with a sigh. "Do it," she told him. "We'd die before we get away. We'll figure something out." She tossed her bow on the ground. Adwonus laughed a cold laugh, "That's the last time I feel compassion for someone."

quote:

Bonus Experience for Escaping the Warehouse
Adwonus gained 30 XP

]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Listen ~ Although you couldn't see them, you can hear Adwonus and Pyrra running down the road to the northwest, but you heard more voices than their own; they appear to be having trouble.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Herr Johannes felt around in his pouch, and- "Oh no," he thought to himself. "The letter, it's gone!"

Error ~ You cannot pickup, retrieve, move, or manipulate an item without a 'free hand' available. Item 'oil' could not be drawn.
Spot ~ Adwonus is not in 'Line of Sight.'
Listen ~ You hear at least one pirate outside the door attempting to force it open.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Past Error ~ The item 'oil', normally, could not have been drawn. You cannot pickup, move, or manipulate an item without a 'free hand' available; a heavy shield does not permit temporary holding of an item. However, since missing this was a mistake on my part, it will be ignored. Your axe and oil are currently being held in your arms as a "bundle".]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Error ~ You do not have the movespeed to reach D5. You are currently carrying a Medium Load and have a Move Speed of 20 ft.]

[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: Mikael
Note ~ You have the movespeed to enter the available square of D5; presuming this to be in accordance with your intentions, you were slightly moved. If you'd rather be squeezing in D4 however, do inform me.]
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"Why do you keep throwing me into these kinds of situations..." muttered imbellem out of anger, talking to himself, or perhaps asking God a rhetorical question. He dropped his crossbow, the one he was holding for Johannes, as well as his club and morningstar. His gear fell to the ground with an unsettling clatter as the warehouse was dead silent. Someone began to speak but imbellems sharp tongue cut them off. "Shut up. You would do the same for me I hope. I need to make sure shes okay, hold positions, ill make sure shes alright. If i say drop your weapons, you'd better listen to me. Understood?" It was rare, but Imbellem could put his foot down sometimes. "This isnt my first rodeo..." he mumbled to himself as he scooted the pile of weapons closer to the door next to him [D4]

He, now weaponless stepped past Mikael and stepped through the open doorway [C6], arms down at first, but he raised his hood to reveal his face and stood, feet spread apart and arms raised equal to ear level. "Sir please, I am unarmed. I surrender. I am a doctor, im afraid my friends arent as... Understanding as I, but please, i ask you allow me to see my friend. If she is unharmed, we will go without a fight." He wriggled his left arm for a moment, making the pirate seem to be prepared to attack, but to his surprise, the wooden cross was all that feel from the sleeve. "I am a Man of God, as well as a doctor, I swear upon my lord I will not cause any trouble, I simply wish to see the status of my friend to reassure the others, will you grant me this? I am sorry for the loss of your friends and the wounding of the others, that was not our intent, but I personally requested to spare as many lives as possible, we also have a man of yours, kept alive and well. Will you allow me this grace? But please, I am unarmed, I simply ask for my hands to be free should I be reunited with my friend to aid her wounds if any..." He said, eyebrows slowly and sharply pointing downwards as he thought of them hurting an unarmed Jaqueline.

The green eyes of the cleric remained unbroken with the pirate who, no doubt, would love nothing more than to cut him down where he stood, but every word he spoke was earnest. He was more worried about Jacqueline than himself at this time, he was hoping the pirate could see that.

Throughout the chaos that had trapped the party, Imbellem seemed surprisingly void of emotion. Unusual for a man of explosive emotions, but throughout the whole endeavor, Imbellem remained in a state of mediation, to calm himself, as well as prepare for a possible death of himself, or a friend these are the words his mind spoke while events were unfolding around him;

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you make the Most High your dwelling— even the LORD, who is my refuge-then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.  He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."

(Psalm 91)

After he had finished his prayer, Imbellem turned his head, eyes locked with the man who held Jacqueline against the wall as she struggled. Imbellem began to feel rage begin to claw up from behind his ribcage, until his eyes met with the light blue piercing gaze of the smaller man with the blade to her throat. His face went blank. Thoughts emptied his mind. The simple look the strange pirate gave him shook the cleric to his very soul. Something about this man was... Overpowering... Horrifying. There was no way that at least one of his friends would die within the next few moments, beginning with Jaqueline. He turned ghost white, and slowly turned his head toward the doorway, eyes locked with the pale eyed demon of a man in the darkness. "Drop your weapons." Imbellem plainly stated, worry in his voice. "Come out slowly and dont do anything stupid, friends... there is no way out of this without spilling blood."

Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 Listen check situational awareness .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 Diplomacy check, P13, reason with him.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 25 Spot check Barnett/B pirate, gear, level. -NAT 20-
Imbellem Tueri rolled 5 Knowledge local Barnett/B pirate
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 Health check Jacqueline, status.

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...The night has gone down hill.
[Private to DM Ryan: In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 103):

Trapper stood deathly still, his grip on the prisoner not relaxing. Instead, he dropped his nasty weapon to the ground, hoping to get it back eventually. He reached into his belt with the free hand, and unsheathed his dagger, letting it clatter to the earth. The half orc glared up at the surrounding weapons and held the Prisoner close.
He spoke quick and quiet.
"Allright lads, We'll go where you point us."]

In reply to Adwonus Swillman (msg # 104):

You havent the foggiest.

I weigh the situation and the stakes at hand.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I turn to Imbellem with a look of relief on my face seeing that he is of the same mindset. I follow his lead and drop my spear. Then I turn around and notice the crates behind me. I carefully take the locked box I have and put it in between the two crates, reaching as far back as I can. I turn back around and stand in the doorway as to look like I am coming out of the building, but I am blocking the door as much as I can.]
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Jacqueline blinked in the moment of confusion. With the knife at her throat, her reflexes opened her palms and dropped her weapons at once. Struggling against the weight of his grip around her wrists, she, without a word, looked back at her friends with a small plea in her eyes. Swallowing dryly, she simply glared at her ugly oppressors. Blegh. And they stank of rum, too. Her eyes narrowed cautiously.

[Private to Herr Johannes: 23:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Search check, any valuable items on the guy who's holding her down.

23:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 26 using 1d20+8. Listen check.

23:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Spot check.]
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[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
My fists clench in disgust and anger. Confirming what has occurred after a moment of disbelief is shocking. There is no time to waste.
     I whisper quietly and quickly to Dwalin. "Dwalin, you must try to hide in a crate. Exit it when no one is around and keep our documents safe. Get help for us, remember, they said they could not spare help to get us, but they must know what has happened. Tell someone part of K's forces, make sure you are not followed so nothing is exposed. Here, I will give you a boost if I can and close the lid for you. Take the documents and keep them safe. I reach for the map and journal entry which I put together in an envelope in my front pouch {last I remember- unless they were in a map case in my pack on Dwalin's back.}."
     As I speak I reach for the map and journal entry from Biff, hoping that Pyrra did not take that too, for assumably the letter from the officer downstairs was taken by her deceitful hands. As much as I feel she has fully betrayed us, I am glad it escaped with her. I wonder though, did it fall into the wrong hands? Anyways, my mind shifts rapidly to the action at hand.
    I drop the torch in my hand and set my guisarme against the crate in F3. I draw the letter (containing Biff's map and journal entry) and drop it into the crate in G3, being the lid is ajar from our systematic and thorough removal of all the lids in the warehouse earlier. I prepare to close the lid when Dwalin climbs inside. "God Speed friend," I mention to Dwalin. I close the lid after he enters the crate. I would put the nails in, but I am not sure if it would make too much noise, or be possible to do without making so much noise. I try to do all this quietly and without being seen- staying behind the crates, between us and the door. If I do not find the letter I use the extra move action to give Dwalin a boost into the crate. I stay in my square if it helps him climb up, else, I step to F4 after I drop the letter inside.
     "Dwalin, you can drop the oil if you need to in order to climb. Stay quiet. If they find you I am not sure whether you should fight or surrender, depends on how many enemies I suppose. If you ended up getting caught and in prison with us, remember you are at least alive."

{HERR JOHANNES: I draw the letter and drop it in the crate in G3, I close the lid on Dwalin and 5ft step to F4 if he needs me to get out of the way. I set my guisarme against the crate in F3. I drop the torch in my other hand. I make an effort to be quiet while we do this. I am behind the crates in E5-E7 and thus cannot be seen. I keep my eyes and ears open for threats.

My Rolls:
00:53, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
00:53, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 (natural 20!) using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.


DWALIN: 5ft step to G4, climb into the box in G3. I will close the lid on you after you are in there. Don't forget to pick up my letter in there before you leave. Make sure to be quiet. If it only takes 1 move action to climb in there, you could pick up the lid, if that is a separate move and set it up on the crate next to it if that is needed and you have a move to spare. Unless you can use it to do some other necessary check. I do not know if it will take 2 moves to get in there. Do it quietly if you can. Do Knowledge Adventure checks on people if you have a peep hole.

If the pirates enter the warehouse next round I intend to not fight back and endanger the team in our disadvantageous state. I would lift my hands and show I am unarmed. I would assume we are in combat rounds, until things are more fully resolved, for order's sake?

*REMEBER to make your posts hidden to Adwonus and Pyrra etc.}]
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[Private to DM Ryan; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: Dwalin steps to the crate (G4) and climbs into the crate (G3). He looks angry about being caught. "Well I guess this is our best bet for getting help. If I make it I'll try my best to get help"]

Torches were held by pirates in the street, casting long shadows into the alcove. The short man, standing in the narrow entrance, cast an elongated, flickering form on the walls. The orange-red glow illuminated only the edges of his figure while his eyes and front remained darkened; the color of the torchlight mixed murkily with the soft blue of his waistcoat like a sea on fire. In a way, this contrast was fitting, for it emphasized the unseen demon to his otherwise unimposing stature. His knife never ceased pointing at Jacqueline. Imbellem recognized the predicament and let his weapons fall to the ground, beckoning his friends to do the same. And he prayed.

Inside the warehouse, Mikael stashed his small wooden box in the cleft of two crates, ironically, a similar hiding spot to where he first found the object. He too dropped his spear which clamored on the wooden floor, a sound echoed by the unlit torch of Herr Johannes.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: Only the weapons of Dwalin did not make a sound, for he had another plan in mind. With a boost from a Herr Johannes, he climbed into a nearby crate, and they, gently, placed the lid on top, packing him inside. Herr Johannes slipped through an aperture Biff's belongings, his map and papers, which he had long guarded. "God Speed friend," he whispered. His words were cut short by shouting outside. "Bring those two here!" But they were not referring to them.
]
Through the narrow entrance to the alcove, Imbellem could see the faces of Adwonus and Pyrra, now bound at the wrist with shackles, being guided into the mob of pirates and forced on their knees. The half-orc briefly made eye contact with him, a calm but pleading glance not to do anything stupid. "May I-" Imbellem began, gulping, "-see that my friends are unharmed?" The short pirate's response was impassive and curt. "No." [Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus, kneeling on the cobbled stone and surrounded on all side, waited and watched for his 'companions' to arise from the warehouse. But they didn't; they were taking their time. Adwonus knew they were trying to do something clever, and a painful voice rose in his thoughts, "Fools. You fools!"]

He then glared intensely at the warehouse. "Well, where are they!?" Imbellem felt his throat go dry. The pirate emanated a cold anger as he shouted, "Do you think that was a request? Do you think this is a game!? When I say NOW, I mean. . ." There was a movement of his arm, and, for a moment, the world went black and white. "...now." He slit Jacqueline's throat {B deals (censored)[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: 23] Dmg to Jacqueline}. With a gasp cut short, she collapsed to the ground; the unnatural manner in which she did so horrified Imbellem who had little choice but to watch. She didn't move after that. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: The wall felt cold on her back as she slid down it, but soon all feeling of that faded. Her vision had grown blurry and dark, so she closed her eyes. There was pain a moment ago but only briefly; as quickly as it had come, it quickly disappeared. She landed on the ground. She landed on sand!

Jacqueline made a fist with her hands and, to her confusion, grabbed a handful of warm, soft sand. Strange, she thought. She decided to open her eyes. Overhead the sun shined in a perfect blue sky. Oddly her vision was normal once more. And there was a beautiful, rhythmic sound closeby: the waves of the ocean. She lifted her head off the ground and saw she was, somehow, on a beach, lying comfortably on her back. An endless blue sea stretched out before her. Automatically, her hand went to her neck, but found there was no wound at all. She was, apparently, in perfect health. "Where am I?" she said aloud as she picked herself up. A voice from no where answered, feminine and young, "You're in between." Jacqueline jumped, startled. She quickly turned and saw standing behind her, a little girl with auburn hair, who she could have sworn wasn't there a second before. "Am I dead?" Jacqueline asked. "No, you're not dead," the child replied. "You're in between life and death... like me. But unlike me you'll be fine... I'll never leave this place..." "Wait," Jacqueline knew the child, and the voice; she heard it every night in her dreams. "...Abigail?" she whispered in disbelief. The little girl smiled. "Sister..."]

Stunned and terrified, Imbellem gave little resistance as the man who had previously seized Jacqueline moved beside him, and wrapped his arms around Imbellem in a bear-like embrace. The short pirate stepped closer and pointed the knife in his other hand, still clean, at Imbellem, who was now in the same predicament Jacqueline had been. He called to those still in warehouse, "Surrender. Last chance..." {Special Option: Surrender. This will end combat rounds}


[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Search ~ While you captor wasn't looking, you reached a hand into his pocket and found a small pouch. You went ahead and slipped that in your own pocket.
Health Status ~ You currently have -2 Health]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
You are currently in a state of Grappling.
Examine ~ The short pirate was Overpowering in difficulty, wielding two daggers. He may have padding beneath his waistcoat.
Health Check ~ Jacqueline is N/A!]
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Colors faded, sounds began to blur. Jaquelines body lie on the ground and now a knife was held at Imbellems throat with a large man squeezing him from behind, now allowing him to move. His eye widened and stared though the man with the dagger pointed now at his own throat. His eyes began to sharpen, and eyebrows began to furl downwards. He hunched over and began to clench his fists..

"You son of a bitch!" He shouted, wriggling in vain against the strength of the man who held him, "We did as you asked! We dropped our weapons, we are coming out! Everything we've done have been on your terms! Do I need to be as literal for you deft bastards as if i were talking to children? We. Surrenderrrrrr." As he shouted, he drew his face as close as he could to the man with extended blade, "Go ahead, slit my throat if you want afterward, but I cannot allow my friend to lie there! Let me go! I can still save her!" As he shouted, he began to care less and less for his own well being, as far as he was considered, a part of him had just died anyway. "If you have any bit of decency in your heart, you will let me tend to her! Please!"

The blade made contact with the clerics throat at this point as he screamed enraged at the man. Urging him to consider the fact that they had indeed surrendered, and have agreed to all of their terms. The action of slitting the throat of the unarmed, and complacent Jacqueline was unforgivable.

"You have our other members over there, and my other few comrades behind me dropped their weapons, did you not hear them?!" He leaned forward, eyes flashing with rage, and tears beginning to well in his eyes, "Kill me now or let me aid to the life of my friend. We have done as you asked and will not cause trouble. Let. Me. Help. Her."

After a moment of silence, Imbellem, wrath seeming to have plateaued at this point, he posed another simple statement to the demonic man with a knife. "They? They who, stupid. This is it. Just us. There are few more inside and we all surrendered... Just like you asked."

Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+5. (+2 with synergy) Diplomacy, convince Barnett to tend to Jaqueline.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using 1d20+5. Health check Jacqueline, status.
[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Spot check, Zin?]


(Should he be allowed to tend to jaqueline, Imbellem attempts to stabilize her wound.)
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In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 113):

Trapper knelt on the ground, sweat trickling down against his green tinted flesh. The shackles on his wrists felt heavy. He looked over, eyes penetrating the darkness. He heard the big man barking demands and watched as a feminine form crumpled to the ground with the drawing of her attacker's arm. He looked up at the pirates surrounding him and shook his head. Whispering under his breath. "Damnit Herr."
Although trapper had not cared too much for the lady, he had pitied her. Not for his actions in the past against her adoptive family, that was simply a job. She was in the wrong place to be here. A heart too soft for the likes of violence and treachery. A mind too lost in a happier place to be dragged along this trail. Though her choice to be here was a brave one, it had nevertheless been foolish. Next the half orc's eyes flickered towards the clumsy priest now held in the same killers arms before the pair of them disspered around the corner of the warehouse. The half-orc felt a pang in his consciousness for this one. He'd taken more hits than anyone here, and the priest had been around to patch him up each time. His mind  immediately jumped to the others who waited inside, attempting some tricky plan that had already fallen through in his book. Trapper reeled his head towards the warehouse and yelled.
"All ya stubborn bastards come out! Look what they already done. You wanna lose your priest too? How many of your friends will ya slaughter this night?! Look outside lads. Look at that girl on the ground. She had no place to be here from the start. I saw her shake every time we drew blood! And now her's is stainin' the ground because of you! This don't prove a thing lads."
trapper used darkvision to attempt a heal check on Jaq's body from a distance.(I.E. Look at size of the blood pool, ect.)

12:12, Sun 05 July 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 17 using 1d20+7 ((10)).

Lady Jacqueline merely lay in a still heap. [Private to DM Ryan: (Ryan, feel free to edit it? I am not sure what else I can post than that.)

Jacqueline blinked and gazed at her sister lovingly, struggling not to cry. "Abigail..." her voice didn't falter, though it felt like she would at any moment. "I do have a few questions to ask, if we have time." She extended a hand to offer to hold her sister's hand, like old times when they were very young. "In this.. realm..." she gestured around them, the vast openness of a sea and sand. "Do you know or see anyone else enter here?" She blinked and swallowed hard. "Like our father, Red Jack?"]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Mikael Vaeltaja:
I slam my fist against the box in front of me, angered at this Pirates lies- this is how it always is when you are taken prisoner. Don't these people understand. There is no bargaining once they have you. They do whatever they want and not care- only by God's favor and acts do they spare you for some reason... like I was. Remembering this gives me hope. I can't believe he acted so quickly. One day, this pirate I hear will pay, one day they all will pay. Would I to be the instrument of God's wrath upon the head of these wicked. But vengeance I leave to Him.

"Dwalin!" I whisper harshly, "It sounds like they did what they threatened, Jacqueline's throat was slit. Keep the letter in your pocket, and drop your weapon at the door. Leave your shield on unless they force it off. We need to both show ourselves. It seems this filth is more intelligent than we thought and is far too well informed. They must have watched us run and taken note of our numbers... hard to believe I know. Even if they did not, we cannot risk Jaq dying- we have to get to her to stabilize her. I have an intuition that it best for you to leave your pack on. Let's make sure this wretch understands our surrender. Don't worry, this is not over, and God will deal justly with this slime. We must trust that He has preserved Lady Jacqueline's life.

     Lord, you hold her life in Your hands, and I know You are our shield and rampart. None is there like unto thee. You put to shame all those who seek to hurt Your beloved. Jesus! Defend us! Vindicate us! Preserve Jacqueline's life, {I speak even more in earnest} I know you hear us Lord, Help us Abba, Protect her Abba, Help me Abba."
     I nearly shed a tear, yet a fire of faith rises in my heart, that God is with us. He was with Joseph when he was naked and afraid, sold as a slave. "God is with me and I am a successful man." I recite to myself in remembrance of that lesson. I remind myself, that God has already prepared for this, and there will be a way out. "Victory is the LORDS." I speak defiantly to myself. We are not be defeated...]

After removing the lid, I turn and shout, "IT IS AS OUR FRIEND HAS SAID! ARE YOU DEAF? WE DROPPED OUR WEAPONS. I AM COMING TO THE DOOR WITHOUT A WEAPON IN MY HAND! WE ARE SURRENDERING, IS THAT CLEAR! I WAS HIT IN THE LEG, GIVE US A MOMENT TO GET TO THE DOOR! SEE FOR YOURSELF!" {earlier I took a bolt to the leg/knee area}

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Mikael Vaeltaja:
As I walk to the door, I whisper to Mikael, "We need to approach the door with no weapons in hand, I have an intuition that we ought to keep our packs with us, you might want to grab that box and put it in your pack, as you walk to the door. Announce with us that you surrender and have dropped your weapons."

{ORDERS:
Mikael: You might want to grab your box and stow it, then again, they might be able to see you... up to you. Move into their view and verbally announce our surrender.

Dwalin: Climb out of the box, keep your shield and pack on. Keep the letter in your pocket. Move as close as you can to the door (the aim is to move into view), then drop your weapon. Verbally announce our surrender.

Herr Johannes: I slide open the lid of the box Dwalin is in, and move toward the door to be in view. I move to D5 (or further). I only have one move left. If I had not dropped my Guisarme already, I do it at the end of my move {I said I set it against the box last round if that was missed}. I verbally announce our surrender. We officially surrender, if that was not clear enough yet.}

If this round advances quite far, I have the intention of using a pt of lay on hands on Jaqueline if the opportunity presents itself.

{ROLLS:
23:05, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+2. Diplomacy, to calm the situation and let us tend to Jaq; MQ.
23:04, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
23:04, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}
]
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I step outside of the door to C5. I have my hands out at my sides with my hands open to show I'm not carrying anything. "Alright, enough of this." I say as I see Imbellem and Jacqueline.

Dwalin climbs out of the box and drops his axe. He walks toward the door and puts the letter in his pocket.We surrender.He says with disgust. It is not an easy thing for a dwarf to give up.

One by one, the occupants of the warehouse walked out into the night, leaving their weapons behind. They kept their hands upon their head in an open display of surrender, for Imbellem's sake. Imbellem, writhing in the clutches of a brutish pirate, spat insults at his captors, but both his efforts were futile; even his pleadings to attend to Jacqueline were ignored. His companions filed past him into the street.

Torches crackled and fought against the lingering night. The few wooden buildings that neighbored them had remained still and quiet, despite the loud noise of battle that had recently transpired. Either their residents were heavy sleepers or they understood the importance of pretending to be. In any case, the restful state of the Bazaar would not last for much longer, for the night was now at its darkest; and it's always darkest before the dawn.

Aside from the cold stares of pirates, the party also met the piercing stares of many crossbows. A mob of pirates had formed outside the warehouse, and they did not offer the intruders any expression of kindness nor sympathy. The short pirate who appeared to lead them exited the alcove. "Come on, you all know the drill. Shackles." Within a few minutes, each of the captive party members had been outfitted with a metal set of shackles, binding their hands behind them and made to sit on their knees. They were lined up beside Adwonus and Pyrra who were bound in the same position. Herr Johannes, remembering, shot an angry glance toward Pyrra, who returned his gaze with an unexpected wink, before turning his attention to the fallen form of Jacqueline.

Two pirates carried out Jacqueline's body by the arms and legs, and laid her not far from the others. "Check her," the short pirate directed. An ugly pirate bent over her. "Alive this one. Stable too – strong lass." "Good," said the short pirate. "He will want to talk to her as well no doubt." The party of prisoners felt a wave of relief at hearing Jacqueline's condition. But although this answered one worrisome question, the pirate's comments had replaced that question with another: who's he?

The short pirate looked once again at his prisoners, "Alright, pretty sure that's all of them." With lowered eyes, the group stealthily exchanged glances with one another, for the pirates had missed Zinvaris! Dwalin glanced at Adwonus who replied with a subtle and assuring nod. The pirate continued giving commands. "Bags!" To their dismay, old sacks were then shoved over the heads of the prisoners, hiding the world from view.

Without the ability to see, time almost seemed to pass differently. The party felt their knees ache on the cobbled stone while the minutes went by. During that time, they felt many of their belongs removed from them, including their backpacks and belts. Finally they were made to stand once again and forcefully guided with pokes and prods. If they weren't mistaken, they were being guided back into the warehouse. And once inside, they could hear voices. "The lift work?" "Aye. The scoundrals did a real number on it they did, but it be back in order. Took a bit though." "Good. Didn't want to have to carry all their garbage down one of the stairs." They heard the sounds of wood scraping on the ground and crates being pried apart, no doubt the remnants of their makeshift fortress being dismantled, and before long, hands were shoving them back onto the now familiar lift platform. The lever was pulled, and the sound of chains and gears, now fixed, sprang into being. Beneath the sacks over their heads, the party had at least been able to percieve a certain amount of light, but now, as they entered the elevator shaft, even that disappeared and turned to blackness.

For the second time, they descended into the pirate complex...


[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Abigail smiled and held Jacqueline's hand. It felt strange to Jacqueline, in more ways than one. Although Abigail was her twin sister, she was no longer the same age, but rather she looked exactly as she did the last time Jacqueline saw her, on that horrible night. But for Jacqueline, it was like looking at an image of herself from many years ago, a window into the past.

Together they walked down the coast of the beach. Waves gently floated across the sand every few seconds, briefly submerging the ankles of Jacqueline's barefeet each time; she enjoyed the sensation.

Jacqueline asked about their father, to which Abigail smiled and said, "He hasn't come this way." Letting go of Jacqueline's hand, she held out her arms outstretched and playfully walked in a line, balancing as she put one foot over the other. She continued, "I still sing to him sometimes, when he's sleeping. Mom too." They continued walking down the warm, sandy beach...]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: You don't see Zinvaris anywhere. If he's smart, he'd be well-hidden.]
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The sacks were pulled off of their heads. The party blinked and squinted as their eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Dwalin emitted a low groan. Once again, they were back in the underground warehouse.

In the spacious center of the warehouse, the party had been lined up in a row and forced once more to their knees; the flat, stone ground quickly caused their legs to ache. Surrounding them was a mob of pirates, nearly twenty by a rough count. A few sat casually on a stack of crates, smoking while their legs dangled off the side. Most remained standing; they watched the prisoners intently, waiting for something to happen. Behind the party, the bodies of the pirates they had previously slain were gone, and a couple men were busily mopping up the remaining bloodstains. No doubt the red marks were a visible reminder to the pirates what the captive party had inflicted on them, and the party felt quite nervous on this account.

The short pirate who had captured them approached an especially large one in the crowd, the one covered in tattoos they had seen earlier. "Gage, he coming?" "Yea," the tattooed pirate replied. "You take the high road, an' I take the low road. Eh, Barnett?" Barnett, apparently the name of the shorter pirate, chuckled and said, "Like old times." The mob of pirates suddenly began to murmur and shift while their eyes glanced toward the far entrance. "Ah, he's coming. Look proper lads." They were frozen with an unusual stillness. If the party didn't know better, they would have even said the pirates were afraid.

A single set of footsteps echoed from the halls and finally into the chamber. He briefly paused at the entrance as he surveyed the room. It was a man.

At first the party was confused at the pirates' disposition, for the man to whom they gave their attention was, at least at a glance, not very intimidating. His black hair was of medium length, falling loosely over his ears and to his neck. His height was just under six feet tall, and he couldn't have been older than his early thirties. Compared to the seven foot pirate covered with tattoos, he was not an especially imposing figure. The only feature of his that was at all daunting were his eyes, which appeared to remain dark and serious, no matter what his expression was. Wearing merely a black, silk shirt and ordinary trousers, he wore no other garment that would set him apart from the rest, nor was lavish in some way. But with confident steps, he walked into the room. And to the party's surprise, the mob parted for him like the Red Sea.

He approached the party. Most of the group was still wounded from the previous engagement; with bloodied clothes and tired eyes, they gazed up at the man, pondering what their fate would be.

He raised an eyebrow and spoke a simple question, "Who are you?" His voice was plain and business-like. The party replied with silence.

He continued, slowly pacing along the row, "You bunch come into our base in the middle of the night. Kill a few, then try to run for it – poorly. Why? I certainly don't recognize any of you..." His eyes wandered down the line and suddenly rested on a few faces; he smirked. "I take that back." Steadily, he walked up the unconscious form of Jacqueline who had been shackled and laid on her stomach. The man bent over her and lifted her head by the chin, getting a good look at the face. Upon seeing the cut on her throat, he glanced over his shoulder and barked, "Gage, bring me some of that Elven stuff." The large, tattooed pirate reacted immediately and brought the man a small vial; he then opened it and smeared a teal paste where Jacqueline had been injured.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline sighed in relief. -Softly the siren sings, quietly beckoning…- she could hear words of songs coming from deep within memories buried from over the years. But then furrowed her brow in concern. “H-has mom’s husband, Larlben, been here?” Her eyes cast out over the sea to watch carefully. “I wonder if Steyus or Alldyde know of this place… or any of my friends, for that matter.” She absently wondered if people travelled here when they sleep deeply or if they’re injured or… no longer living. She shuddered. Jacqueline blinked again. "Is there anyone else here that I should be aware of?"

There weren't any birds, Jacqueline noticed. The sky was a pure blue without blemish. But even though the bright sun was unmarred by clouds, the sandy shore on which they walked remained a perfect, warm temperature on their feet. Abigail focused on her footsteps in the sand as she said, "Well, here isn't really a place, I think. It's like, in your mind. Or my mind. I don't really know. When most people die though, they just, kinda go where they're supposed to go; they don't come here. I don't know anything about those other people. I think it's because they're not related to me, or something." Jacqueline didn't understand much of that, but she still nodded and said, "I see."

"I wish I could go on, wherever I'm supposed to," added Abigail. "...I wish I could die." The small girl grew melancholy. "Well, why don't you?" Jacqueline asked. Abigail began to speak, "It-", but was interrupted by the crackle of thunder. Jacqueline instantly looked at the sky, and to her shock, dark gray clouds had formed overhead. With a surreal speed, the ocean beside them began to churn violently as a whole and the next wave that came to shore drenched Jacqueline from head to toe. "What's going on?" she cried. The winds began to howl.

Abigail clutched Jacqueline tightly around the waist. "It knows I'm here! It doesn't want me to talk to you!" "What doesn't?" Jacqueline had to shout for her voice to be heard over the wind. Abigail pulled on Jacqueline's arm, indicating for her to crouch. She did so. Abigail held onto her intently. "I have something important to tell you!" "What? What is it?" Jacqueline replied, holding Abigail in an embrace as the hurricane intensified. Abigail was crying now. "It's not de-

Suddenly, from the roaring waves, a gigantic tentacle as thick as a pillar emerged from the water and grabbed Abigail by the waist. It pulled, lifting the small girl into the air; but she held tightly onto Jacqueline's hand. Jacqueline held onto her sister like a kite being taken by the wind. Abigail wailed, "Save me!" "Im trying!" Then, the tentacle increased its strength, and pulled both Abigail and Jacqueline through the air and into the water. Jacqueline was carried into the ocean with a splash. She panicked as she realized her hand no longer gripped Abigail's. "Abigail!" she shouted. "Abig-" the violent waves submerged her, make it difficult to speak, let alone breathe. "Abigail!-" An especially large wave came crashing down and sent Jacqueline deep underwater; the ocean entered her lungs and blackness surrounded her. She was drowning. Then, on the verge of death, she felt a pull, as though something were lifting her upward. Her body floated toward the surface with incredible speed, water rushing past, and she was plucked almost violently from the ocean, and from the world itself. ]Jacqueline's eyes opened almost instantly and she inhaled with an audible hoarseness, as though she were gasping for dear life. The man stood and waited for her to revive. She writhed almost like a fish, or a child waking from a nightmare, as her senses abruptly returned to her. Her eyes darted frantically about the room as they tried to take in everything all at once. After about ten seconds, she finally started to calm down, and she noticed the man standing over her.

"You I recognize," he stated. "Huh?" said Jacqueline, still gaining her bearings. "What? I don't know you." "Course not," he promptly replied. "But based on what your brother told me, who you are is unmistakable." Jacqueline's countenance turned to one of both confusion and surprise. "Oh yes," he continued. "Young Marcus told me all about you, and your parentage. We had a deal, him and I. Did you know that?" He chuckled only once. Then he spoke loudly, loud enough for the mob of pirates to hear, "Take a good look lads. This here is the daughter of Red Jack!"  The pirates responded with a mixture of reactions, of shock, awe, and cold glares, and the party felt their attention intensify. Even Barnett, the short pirate who had captured them, could not refrain his jaw from dropping with a strange, stunned look on his face.

The man standing before them continued speaking to Jacqueline, "I may have a use for you, but that'll have to be later on." Stepping back, he a returned to pacing down the row of prisoners. He paused at Pyrra. "Pyrra," he spoke, identifying her. "An assassin for the Duchy. You're name's not unknown here." His eyes switched to Adwonus. "And you, must be her half-orc companion. Ah, that means you're the one who killed old Larlben. Shame. I would've very much liked to see him alive a little longer. Oh well. Things never quite go as you expect. Young Marcus might pay quite a lot for you two."

He stepped back from the prisoners and examined them all at once, "As for the rest of you, I have no idea who you are. So I'll ask again, Who are you?" Herr Johannes, boldly, replied with a counter-question. "How about you tell us who you are?"

The man smiled, humored by the brashness. He decided to entertain the question. "I am Alldyde...

...the Pirate Lord of Herrod."


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Imbellems cold sweat seemed to dissipate at the words of this pirate lord... Red Jack... Sounds familiar... The cleric looked up and to the right in thought, which caused the pirates to raise their crossbows in case he were about to try something, until they noticed he was playing with his tongue in his mouth, as if trying to figure out a brain teaser. The pirates laughed to themselves and lowered out of their state of advanced aggravation.

Red Jack. Imbellem froze for a moment, and quickly looked down the line toward Jacqueline. 'Red Jack... The pirate lord?' He thought to himself, 'Ive been with a pirate lords daughter... For the past few days...' His gaze was solid as he stared at the woman... Suddenly he gave a swift nod, raising an eyebrow and protruding out his lower lip for a moment; "Cool" He said on accident allowed. Eyes turned to him for a moment and the wash of fear and shame overcame him, he promptly lowered his gaze to the ground again

Or so it seemed... All the while, throughout the pirate lords speech, Imbellem had been listening intently and looking all about the room. Making note of the men who filled it as well as the room itself. He listened intently to each word spoken, as well as body language shown by the clearly shocked pirates. His attention faded to the distance as he tried to listen to the other pirates words... Perhaps he could pick up something they muttered under their breath would help them.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:

Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Spot check, our gear?

Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 Listen check situational awareness (information from pirates conversations in the background, context clues in Aldyde's words).

Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 Spot check situational awareness (where are we/how did we get here/escapes?).

Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 Spot check, surrounding pirates (Approximate level average, gear, hidden weapons).
Imbellem Tueri rolled 21 Spot check Barnett (Emotional state, body language, hidden weapons).
Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 Spot check Gage (Level, gear, emotional state, body language, hidden weapons).
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 Spot check Aldyde (Level, gear).

Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Knowledge local Barnett.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 Knowledge local Gage.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Knowledge local pirate group.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 Knowledge local Aldyde.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 Sense motive pirates, reaction to news of Jaq/Fear and respect toward Aldyde.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 sense motive Gage, reaction to news of Jaq/Fear and respect toward Aldyde.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 13 sense motive Barnett, reaction to news of Jaq/Fear and respect toward Aldyde.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 6 Sense motive Aldyde speech]
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Before I speak I look around the room and look well at the 3 men of name: Gage, Barnett, and Alldyde. I study the reactions and actions of them. I study the unnamed pirates in the room as well.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{21:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Gage; MQ.
21:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Barnett; MQ.
21:45, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Alldyde; MQ.

21:41, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20. Sense Motive of the reaction to Jacqueline's identity; MQ.
21:41, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20. Sense Motive of Barnett and Gage, while talking about Alldyde; MQ.
21:40, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20. Sense Motive, of Alldyde's speech; MQ.

21:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), the rest of the pirates in the room (unless there are separate types); MQ. meaning, if there are archers, and swordsman, and polearms, I will get them more specifically later. It is just general for now.
21:38, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Barnett; MQ.
21:38, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Alldyde; MQ.

22:08, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), Barnett; MQ.
22:07, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), Alldyde; MQ.

22:13, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+4. Knowledge (Religion), Gage; MQ.
22:13, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 23 using 1d20+4. Knowledge (Religion), Barnett; MQ.
22:12, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 6 using 1d20+4. Knowledge (Religion), Alldyde; MQ.

22:04, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
22:03, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, looking for our gear; MQ.

I also look over Alldyde, Gage, Barnett, and the group of pirates for their gear (examine check)

**I will leave history for next round**}]

     "Ahh so the rumors are true then..." I speak to myself quietly, trailing off. This confirmed my suspicions of who this man was. I nod calmly to myself with a hint of furrowed brow, as if looking into the distant bright clouds over the ocean.
     I continue speaking to him, addressing him as a fellow business man and man of intelligence. I speak before fellow party members can answer. [PM to just the players Ryan- I whisper it to those near me. "Feel free to just observe, and let me do the talking. I have an idea." I mention to the group.] I waddle a slight amount forward on my knees, 'standing' up straight, with confidence.
"Mr. Alldyde, how would you have us address you?
     Now that I meet you, you seem to be a reasonable man who understands there are ways to solve his problems without the need for violence. So as a fellow businessman, If I may, before we proceed, may I propose a deal which would likely serve both our best interests: We tell you information in exchange for our release. We will be honest in what we tell you. I would assume a man of your position would value most information. This deal would be for the release of the 7 of us here," I motion to Jacqueline, Dwalin, Imbellem, Mikael, Adwonus, Pyrra, with my head, "and it would include our belongings."
     "Now, I am not sure what deal you made with this Marcus about the 3 you mentioned, but if that causes a difficulty, we can talk about that too. I think this would be a good opportunity for us both to have more understanding and clarity which would benefit us both. It would likely be in both our best interest. I am sure we both have many question which beckon answering."

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{Orders:
as I have specified before
PHASE 1: GATHER INFORMATION
make knowledge, sense motive, spot, listen, search, checks as appropriate this round. Analyze what he says and what he is like.

The categories of people groups to do checks on include
1. Alldyde.
2. Barnett
3. Gage
4. The rest of the pirates

The places to look include,
1. looking around the room
2. looking for our gear
3. looking at the pirates gear
4. looking for hidden weapons on enemies}]
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Lady Jacqueline narrowed her eyes, clearly glaring at Alldyde. She didn't like his tone, and she certainly didn't like the attitude he put forth. Some bargaining chip she was, if she was going to be for ransom. "Thank you, Lord, for healing me," she murmured under her breath, scoping out her neck with free fingers. She scoped out each of the pirates.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Mikael Vaeltaja:
PHASE 1: GATHER INFORMATION
make knowledge, sense motive, spot, listen, search, checks as appropriate this round. Analyze what he says and what he is like.

Rolls pending...

1. Alldyde.
   A. Knowledge.
00:46, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History. Alldyde.
00:45, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 15 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nobility/Royalty. Alldyde.
00:45, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nature. Alldyde.
00:44, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. Alldyde.
   B. Sense Motive.
00:46, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. Alldyde.
   C. Spot.
00:47, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Alldyde.
   D. Listen.
00:48, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. Alldyde. (Any whispers, murmurs, etc.).
   E. Search.
00:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Alldyde. (Any unseen weapons, traps about this guy?).
2. Barnett
   A. Knowledge.
00:52, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History. Barnett.
00:52, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 22 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nobility/Royalty. Barnett.
00:52, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 15 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nature. Barnett.
00:51, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. Barnett.
   B. Sense Motive.
00:53, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. Barnett.
   C. Spot.
00:53, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Barnett.
   D. Listen.
00:54, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. Barnett. (Any whispers, murmurs, etc.).
   E. Search.
00:55, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Barnett. (Any unseen weapons, traps about this guy?).
3. Gage
   A. Knowledge. (Local was previously rolled.)
00:57, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History. Gage.
00:57, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nobility/Royalty. Gage.
00:56, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nature. Gage.
   B. Sense Motive.
00:57, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. Gage.
   C. Spot.
00:58, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Gage.
   D. Listen.
00:58, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. Gage. (Any whispers, murmurs, etc.).
   E. Search.
00:59, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Gage. (Any unseen weapons, traps about this guy?).
4. The rest of the pirates
   A. Knowledge.
01:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 6 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History. General pirate group.
01:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nobility/Royalty. General pirate group.
01:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nature. General pirate group.
01:00, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. General pirate group.
   B. Sense Motive.
01:02, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. General pirate group. NATURAL 20.
   C. Spot.
01:02, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. General pirate group.
   D. Listen.
01:03, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 11 using 1d20+8. Listen Check. General pirate group & surroundings. (Any whispers, murmurs, etc.).
   E. Search.
01:04, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Search Check. General pirate group. (Any unseen weapons, traps about these guys?).

The places to look include,
1. looking around the room
   A. Spot.
01:05, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. General Surroundings.
2. looking for our gear
   B. Spot.
01:07, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Spot Check. Looking for our belongings.
3. looking at the pirates gear
   C. I believe I rolled for this. See above.
4. looking for hidden weapons on enemies
   D. I believe I rolled for this above, haha.

Whew.]
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I sit quietly while Johannes does the talking and listen closely. I pay close attention to Alldyde to try to sense his true motives and feelings. I sit eerily still, almost in a meditation trying to gather my thoughts and determine our best plan for escape.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: 01:00, Today: Secret Roll:
Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 6 using 1d20+3. Spot check, to see where our gear is.

Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 6 using 1d20+3. Spot check, equipment of Alldyde and pirates he is with.

Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 14 using 1d20+5. Sense motive, Alldyde.]
This message was last edited by the player at 05:07, Tue 14 July 2015.

In reply to Mikael Vaeltaja (msg # 124):

Trapper sat still, knees to the pavement. Thinking his own dark little thoughts. Why they had been brought before Alldyde himself, the ranger could not say. Instead he just glared a the pirate lord, and a the men surrounding him. Trapper knew that the time to flee would be later. A single sillable as bright as daylight crossed his mind. Zin. Although he could not put all his faith in the man. For all he knew he could be dead. Or have no idea they got captured. Or booked it because fuck loyalty. He was a sellsword after all. Now here he was, trapped with a dottling aristocrat, a clumsy priest, a little chained up sneak, a grumpy dwarf, a rampaging paladin, a woman who was way out of his league, and the godsdamn pirate lord of Herrod himself. The little puppet master and string puller. Needless to say, the Half Orc was not happy. As the Paladin tries to convince the pirate lord to trade information for their release briefly closes his eyes, unbelieving that Alldyde will go for it, having all the leverage. There is nothing to be said here.

Dwalin stands in silence observing his captors

, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 8 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure .
06:58, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure .
06:58, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 22 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure .
06:58, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 15 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure .

Alldyde patiently listened to Herr Johannes' proposition. His face remained impassive, even grim, while doing so, narrowing his eyes on Herr Johannes. The coldness of both his demeanor and those dark eyes sent unnerving chills through the party. When Herr Johannes had finished speaking, Alldyde did not immediately respond but remained silent, contemplating. After a few moments passed, Alldyde finally spoke, "I have thoroughly considered your proposal, and have decided on a counter-offer." He glanced over his shoulder where the mob of pirates watched attentively, waiting, and in the most casual tone uttered the following: "Hang him."

"What?" Herr Johannes cried in response. At Alldyde's terse command, four men instantly sprang from the mob and seized Herr Johannes by the arms and dragged him forth. The party of prisoners was stunned, and dismayed at their inability to move or aid him. Herr Johannes wriggled in his shackles against the men who were restraining his shoulders and legs; with cruel efficiency, they dragged him from the room and into the far hall. Herr Johannes' grunts of struggling changed to holy verses of wrath and fury, and, following the sound of a distant door slamming shut, the sound of his voice ceased entirely.

[Private to not Herr Johannes: "You can always tell who's going to be a problem right away," said Alldyde as he turned back toward the prisoners, having calmly watched the previous scene. "Now, where was I?" At the end of the row, Imbellem stuttered an incoherent word, aghast, while the rest of the party was momentarily stunned. "Ah yes," said Alldyde as he resumed his stream of thought. "Who are you?"

Alldyde slowly paced before the row of prisoners, making a careful study of their faces. No one hastened to speak. After reaching the end of the line, Allyde took at step back from them. His eyes remained fixed on them, pensive, as he spoke aloud, "Gage." "Sir?" the large, tattooed pirate replied, stepping forth from the mob of pirates. "What do you think? Any ideas?" Alldyde asked. From Alldyde's expression, one could tell he had already made a few conclusions; he seemed now to be testing his officer. Gage seemed slightly nervous, but he responded promptly, "If I were to make a guess sir, I'd say they have something to do with that girl who was snooping around here a few days back." "Very probable," Alldyde corroborated. This reply put Gage at ease.

Alldyde continued, "That was Elora, one of Kelden Delcor's stooges. Maybe we didn't give her enough of that Kniju Powder." "We gave her quite a lot sir," Gage commented. "That girl left a babbling idiot." Alldyde took a moment to think. "Hmm. Maybe its not as effective as we thought then. Those witch doctors on Noanatu exaggerate. We've used that, what, twice now? And twice they've retained some of their memory." Alldyde lightly chuckled at a private joke. "Heh – we got that stupid powder so no one would come looking for a dead body, keep attention off us, but we still keep getting fools down here. Egh. I suppose it doesn't matter at this point anymore."

He gazed at each face among the party of prisoners. His voice grew cold once more. Stolid, he spoke directly to them, "Now, you know the question. You can either speak, or I cut off your fingers. Your choice."]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ Both Barnett and Gage are of Overpowering difficulty. Barnett appears to be a Rogue/Fighter mix while Gage is a pure fighter. The former appears adept at moving around a battle, while the latter focuses on hitting hard, very hard. However, Alldyde is a mystery. Who or what he is is entirely unknown, but his difficult is nonetheless Impossible.]

[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: Mikael
Spot ~ Your gear is nowhere to be seen.
Sense Motive ~ It's difficult to tell what this man is thinking, but there is a strange hunger for power in his eyes.]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Spot ~ You gear is nowhere to be seen.
Knowledge Local ~ You've haven't heard of Alldyde, save from the whispers of Elora.
Sense Motive ~ There was a strange mix of reactions to the news of Jacqueline's parentage amongst the pirates. Some smirked, knowing a cruel fate might await her. Some were surprised, not knowing what to think. And others, including Barnett, appeared shocked in another, indiscernible way.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Spot ~ Your gear is nowhere to be seen.
Knowledge Local ~ In the past, you've heard Alldyde's name before among the streets. He was apparently a high-ranking pirate among the pirates of Herrod. But beyond this, you new little of him, nor can you imagine how he attained his current position. There was something very unusual concerning him, something unseen.
Sense Motive ~ When the pirates heard you were the daughter of Red Jack, there was a strange mixture of reactions. Some smirked, leading you to think there was a cruel fate awaiting you. Others seemed simply shocked, that they could never have imagined Red Jack had any living family, nor how to feel about it if he did. But in a handful, you saw something else – a kind of awe. Even in Barnett's face, you saw that strange shock, and, maybe, a tinge of regret and sorrow.]
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Woah woah...
[Private to not Herr Johannes: "Woah woah hang on, no!" Imbellem shouted as they dragged Johannes to a far room and closed the door with a rather disheartening thump. Should the situation be different, he would have pointed out the fact that he made a rather impressive and accidental pun. "This is my fault just wait let me explain!" The cold eyes of the pirate lord looked nonchalantly toward the cleric. "Mister Ad... Adil... Adderall..." Imbellems mind was frantic, he simply could not remember the sinister mans name, "Mister pirate lord-sir!" He finished babbling. "Excuse Johannes' words, he simply wanted our safety, please refrain from punishing him. Im the reason we are here in the first place." His voice slowed down as he continued speaking and now had the lords attention.

  "I would have had no idea who you were if you didnt present yourself as a Pirate Lord, Ive only been here a short time, im new to the area, but you are right; the reason we are here is indeed because of Elora. I uh..." Imbellems voice trailed off and he became slightly embarrassed, "She um... Caught my fancy I suppose. That may be why I noticed how wrong something was. The harder i pressed, the more i realized something was wrong. She told us that this place could help her, so I proposed we come here so i could try to help her. I had no idea what this place was, I was simply pulling these fellows along for the ride as I tried to impress a fine woman. Selfish of me, and unfair to them, They shouldnt have to pay for this. We had no idea what this seemingly common warehouse when we set out, the presence of pirates was a surprise to us all, and simply fought in self-defense... for the loss of your men I apologize, sincerely." Imbellem spoke and the room was silent, making him feel slightly more on edge.

  "This is my fault, if anyone needs to be hung its me, please let them go, its not their fault." a small jingle could be heard behind the clerics back. "Oh also if i may-ALLDYDE!" He shouted as he remembered the pirates name, "Im sorry sir, im not used to these situations... Im very nervous... Please dont remove any fingers... Ive grown rather fond of mine. My name is Imbellem Teuri, and the man you tooks name is Herr Johannes. I wont speak for the others but please consider my words. If any punishment need be dished out, let me take the blame and let them go. It was my own blind selfish thoughts that led us here... Dont hang him, hes a good man. All be it rather bold and stubborn... but a good man who only meant well for the rest of us." The cleric looked up though his messy hair up at the frightening man.

 

"also if you could not punish me, or any of us at all... That would be swell I think" he added with a painfully nervous chuckle.

]

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 11. Diplomacy check, reason with Alldyde]
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Jacqueline said...
[Private to not Herr Johannes:"Lord Alldyde," Jacqueline said dryly, rubbing her neck cautiously. "This is Mikael," she gestured to the elf, and then to Adwonus, "Trapper, and Dwalin," she next nodded to the quieted dwarf. Imbellem she glared at for a moment as a warning to calm down. "Lastly, Imbellem. There are your introductions... So.. Some nerve you have in pushing us around. Especially if this has anything to do with something you seek of us." She glares at the pirates around her, the fierceness of blood searing through her veins. "If you dare hurt Johannes, the friend you took..." She swallowed, regaining her voice a little more. "Well, you don't want to see me unhappy."

(Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20. Intimidate Check.)]
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[Private to not Herr Johannes: Lanterns flickered around the edge of the chamber, illuminating the underground warehouse as bright as day. On the periphery, a man could be seen walking alongside the walls and changing out the wicks and oil. Not that the party noticed, for their attention was fixated on Alldyde, the Pirate Lord, and the mob of men encircling them. Most of the pirates stood while a few others sat on crates, however, their eyes ubiquitously remained glued on the prisoners. The party had been shackled and forced to kneel, and their knees ached severely on the hard, stone floor.

Moments after Herr Johannes had been dragged away, possibly to his death, Imbellem burst into a kind of plea. His nervous explanations and apologies almost surprised the pirates, even causing several to laugh. Alldyde stood before him and listened. When Imbellem had finished, Gage spoke, "You hear that boys? Sounds like the lad's in love." There was a low chuckling among the pirates. "He's not in love," countered Alldyde. The chuckling stopped, not wishing to show disrespect.  Alldyde looked at Imbellem as he spoke. "Love is something built, with depth. If you're new, you likely met the girl while she was mindless, which means your infatuation is entirely superficial. That's not love. 'Caught your fancy' was the phrase he used – that's better." "Aye Sir," Gage agreed, obligated to do so. It was strange, for that was the first time that the party detected a trace of passion in Allyde's speech, which was otherwise stolid and cold. Imbellem gazed upward at the Pirate Lord and anxiously muttered, "That- that was some pretty sage advice, er, observation, or something like that." Alldyde smirked. "You're a pathetic one. You may live yet. Or not. I have yet to decide. Your companion's fate, however, is certain."

Upon hearing this, Jacqueline spoke up, making a curt introduction and finally a tacit threat. When she was finished she saw, to her satisfaction, more than a few nervous glances between pirates among the mob, no doubt because of who she was, and who she might know. Alldyde, who remained unmoved, approached her and smiled. "You're bold. More bold than your father Red Jack ever was that's for sure." Alldyde spoke loudly as he continued, "Did you know that under Red Jack, the pirates of Herrod became the weakest they had ever been? When we rose to power, more than 50 damn years ago, we were gods of this duchy. There wasn't a thing anyone did without our say so. But over the last 20 years, the city of Herrod has been growing faster than ever, with more businesses than we dare count. Where we used to have a monopoly and complete control, other men started to slip in, men like Celus Larlben, who would push out our holdings at every turn. Truly, the age of pirate rule was facing death, one that was gradual and slow and certain. Even that wretched Duke Steyus started to ignore us, thinking he could make demands of us! US! All under Red Jack's reign." As Alldyde spoke, Jacqueline was confused as to why he would take the time to explain all this to her, for Alldyde did not seem like the type to lecture needlessly. But then she realized that it wasn't for her sake he was speaking – he was speaking for the sake of his men, the pirates! Her attempt at intimidation must've hit a nerve, for now, Alldyde was going to great lengths to counter it, to remind his men where they stand and why.

He continued, "It's because Red Jack was so weak that we fell so far from our former status. He was not fit to be Pirate Lord, to do what was necessary. But I am." He glared with unnerving intensity at Jacqueline, "Unlike him, I have a plan. One that will not only put us on top again, but that will keep us in power, forever."

Alldyde suddenly gestured to his men, "Take them away to the cells. And make sure they're comfortable. We wouldn't want them to feel ...mistreated." The party of prisoners hardly had time to turn their heads before sacks were shoved over them from behind, and, once again, the world went dark...]

[Private to Herr Johannes: After a moment of prayer, Herr Johannes stood and grasped the bars of his cell; they were cold to the touch this far underground. He and Buddy were confined in what was truly a metal cage, built into the stone walls of the Pirate Complex. He shook the bars and door, but the didn't move even slightly. Still, he refused to lose hope.

Herr Johannes spoke to Buddy, mentioning some ideas of escape. Buddy listened and replied, "You mean wrestle them down when they come for us?" He shook his head. "It'd be hard. And there are worse things getting hung ya know. That might lead to one of them. And if you're thinking of fighting out of here, then you definitely will die this day. If we ever got out, it'd have to be by stealth – slip through the halls and out the nearest exit! And for goodness sake, don't get caught." When Herr Johannes mentioned the drop, Buddy chuckled, "Well that explains the delay. Hah! Ol' Gin is one of the mechanics, lazy bastard; for once I'm glad he'd so lazy. Well, I at least I know I have an hour or two left, and with decent company." Buddy lounged back on the wooden bench and rested his head. He closed his eyes but continued speaking, "There are worse ways to go. I know cause I've seen quite a few. At least a hanging is quick, if it snaps the neck like it should. And the body don't look too bad after."

Suddenly, Buddy sat up on the edge of the bench and perked his head. "What is it?" Herr Johannes asked. "I hear something," said Buddy. "Some folks are coming. And there's a lot of them too..."


Spot & Listen ~ You don't roll these.
Knowledge Adventure ~ Buddy is a Fighter and Rogue of Challenging difficulty. He appears very adept at moving around the battlefield and being mobile. His skinny arms depict a swordsman focus on hitting the right places rather than hard.
Search ~ Between the stone and iron, you don't find much of interest at the moment, but your time was cut short by the approaching footsteps.
Knowledge History ~ It was around 50 years ago when the first pirate declared himself a Pirate Lord and openly in control of a duchy. Of the eight duchies that comprise Perdane, Herrod was undoubtedly one of the first. No doubt the Aqueducts beneath the docks served as an early hideout, before the pirates became the powerful organizations they are today; and it grew as their wealth increased. (to learn more, see: Lore – Perdane!)]


For a few minutes, they felt themselves naked. Their clothes were stripped away and, still blind, were forced to don new garments: a roughspun shirt and trousers. Jacqueline grieved when they none-too-softly removed the pins from her hair; however, the status of who she was must have had some effect, for they afforded her more leniency than the others. A couple pirates bickered at one point. "Take 'er shoes." "Nah, you. You 'eard 'er. I don't want to be on Jack's bad end if 'e e'er comes back." "Don't be craven!" "Well, let's see you!" "Er, uh, egh. Forget it. She's a woman, she can 'ave shoes for pity's sake." So, whereas the rest of the party became barefoot, Jacqueline alone kept her shoes – and the bootknife therein...

With forceful prods and pushes, the prisoners were guided through the halls of the pirate complex, which took an incredibly long time. They couldn't keep track of how long they had been walking, but their feet had become sore by the end; this place was massive. Finally, after hearing the unlocking of several doors, they ceased moving. The bags on their heads were lifted off, and, after seeing where they were, briefly wished they were back on. It was a prison.

In a long, stone room, four cells made of iron bars stood, built into the walls. Of the many pirates who escorted them, one slid open a door to the largest cell. The shackles of the prisoner were removed one by one, and they were immediately shoved into the cell. When the last of their party was inside, the barred-door slid shut and was locked. The pirates chuckled as they departed. And then they were gone.

Adwonus leaned on the bars, looking grouchy, while Dwalin sat on the single wooden bench inside. Mikael rested against the stone wall, "I sure wonder what happened to Herr Johannes." "I'm over here," Herr Johannes replied. The jolt of lightning shot through the party as they realized the cell next to them was occupied by two figures! One was a man with black, ragged hair, with a goatee and mustache of the same color, while the other was Herr Johannes! He had also been stripped to plain clothes and barefoot, looking in similar condition to themselves.

Jacqueline cried out with joy, "Johannes! Your not dead!" "No, I'm not." Herr Johannes replied. "And I'm determined to keep it that way."
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[...contingent messages from earlier..]

"Here, let me show you..." Pyrra said.

Jacqueline gathered her guard, but watched. She had little else but to trust her inmates. If they tried anything here, well... they'd all die together. Hoping it was a key, or some kind of means of a map, she awaited.

[Private to Herr Johannes:
21:56, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Reflex Save.
22:11, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. Pyrra. NATURAL 20.
22:11, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. Buddy.]
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This last statement from the all too foreign elf woman sent a cold shiver down the clerics spine as flashbacks to a crumpled, seemingly dead Jacqueline from earlier flashed in his head and played on repeat. He saw the blood pool so clearly in his mind, it was as if were happening before him again. Being behind his rogue friend and slightly taller, his messy almost 'crazy' hair seemed to only expose his eyes, which were fixed upon Pyrra, watching her every move. He moved closer to Jacqueline, extending branded hand toward her arm and awaited Pyrras next move, eyes locked and glare so sharp it could almost be used to cut though the iron bars that held them. He watched his friend die once, and was not about to allow it to happen again.

[Should a blade be pulled, Imbellem pulls Jacqueline back behind him and raises arms to defend, should it be harmless, he releases a sigh of relief.]

[Private to DM Ryan: Pyrra is now on Imbellems watch list, because of both Mikael and Jacqueline, and I would like a constant spot check rolled on her to keep an eye on her. Imbellem now has an overprotective outlook toward Jacqueline and tries his best to keep her in sight at all times, to keep her from danger as much as possible, even at risk of his own health.

2 other knowledge rolls, but I can't copy paste nice on my phone... 13 dungeneering and 4 local on the powder

Imbellem Tueri rolled 16 Sense motive Pyrra, strange or malicious intent.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 Sense motive Buddy.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 Knowledge local Buddy]
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In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 132):

Trapper pricked up his ears at Pyrra's words. He grinned a little, waiting for what she had to show him.

I think back on the events that have happened with Alldyde's response to my offer.

"Well, you all have to give me credit, I may have been sent here, but I told Alldyde nothing. {grins slyly}

Anyways...

Wait, what do you have Pyrra? A weapon? A key?!

Is it the letter I found on that yellow coat? It seemed to go missing strangely, perhaps I dropped it, though unlikely. Did anyone pick it up by chance?"

My statement comes without accusation, but more of a matter of fact, even an offer, to give her an out, even if she did take it. [Private to GM: If she took it, she could use my offered excuse to not fall from our good graces for now.]

"You know, I just realized, Trapper, have you and Pyrra been friends a while?"

[Private to DM Ryan: My calmness is in no way laziness. On the contrary, I am poised to shout a warning to my friends, and insults and accusations if she were to draw on them, such as 'Why was Adwonus working with you at the same time we were contracted as his partners?! Why were you the one to kill Larlben, when we did not even know you were our ally?!' It is a calculated move. If she attacks, the statement of my knowledge may throw her off.]

"Oh, and yeah Buddy, try to keep it among those we trust. Jaqcueline is not lying, she is his daughter. The veritable princess of the pirates you might say. She would be a great person to dethrone Alldyde the usurper! Don't you agree? One day, we will see..." I say this last phrase with a raised eyebrow

I consider about the powder mentioned for a moment as well.
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: {all knowledge checks that apply that I have.
Knowledge Religion, Nobility/Royalty, History, Adventure, Arcona.
I am rolling the arcana, the others I was not sure if they apply even, leaving that up to you Ryan
00:41, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), on powder mentioned; MQ.}]

"Does anyone have any other ideas about this powder or the people who make it or the plans of Alldyde? Like if Alldyde is not making an effort for the Lordship, then what? Trapper, did you have any insight on this? I know you had some hunch about this before, seems like it is being confirmed>"

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{ORDERS: Dwalin - roll a knowledge adventure on Buddy and Pyrra if you can.
To all with applicable skills please:
Knowledge local on Buddy, Sense motive on Pyrra...}]

{Can people with the appropriate skills/knowledges applicable make checks on Alldyde and his plans- but especially the powder he mentioned and the people Buddy mentioned.}

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: 1]
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Prison chat

I stand against the wall, thinking on everything we have learned. In particular thinking of Alldyde's intentions and what he could possibly be planning. "Alldyde might not want to be the Duke, perhaps he just wants to make sure that the Duke is something that he can control. He would be in power without a lot of the politics." I think to myself, "Whatever his plans may be, we need to get out of here.

I look to Imbellem, trying to come up with some kind of plan. "Imbellem, you think you'd be able to pull off a smoke screen? That'd give us the kind of cover we would need to get out of here."

Dwalin suddenly wakes up from his nap."I guess the past few hours really took it out of me. So what is our best bet for getting out of here" He also notices the new face among them and studies him

05:12, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 19 using 1d20+7. Knowledge adventure .
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Herr Johannes grasped the iron bars of the cell which separated him from his friends. He wondered how far they were underground now, and if the streets of the Bazaar above had come to life yet. "It must be close to dawn by now."

The imprisoned party conversed between their cells. They were alone in this elongated, stone room, and they had no idea when (or if) the pirates would return for them soon. But although they were burdened by uncertainty, they didn't lose hope. They spoke of escape.

Buddy sniggered at the ideas, but it was a not a disparaging laugh; it was the laugh of despair, of a man who had already lost hope. He was a man who had accepted death. "Not much chance of getting out of here," he began. His black hair was ragged, and the stubble of a beard had crudely mixed with what was once a mustache and goatee. He must've been in here for at least a few days. "I'm the best thief this side of Perdane, but even I can't pick the locks. Right now, we're somewhere under the north side of the Bazaar; it's hard to say since this room is far from any of the exits. The base is a labyrinth, since it was built on the old Aqueducts, though some parts are used a lot more than others. Unless someone comes and just hands us the key – like that's going to happen – I don't see a real chance of escape. Maybe, just maybe, you can escape when you're at the noose where you could make a dive for the sewers (where they dump the bodys after), but then of course, there's the rope around your neck..."

Buddy laid back down on a wooden bench in the cell he shared with Herr Johannes and closed his eyes. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Herr Johannes took a deep breath, his face stern, and said, "Well, I have no intention of giving up. The Lord will see us through this. I know it."

They continued speaking, on what they had seen and heard, and it wasn't until Jacqueline spoke of her identity that Buddy opened his eyes again. He looked at her without getting up. "Well, I never... I've heard the tale of Red Jack's family and how they died. And frankly, I'm not sure if I believe you are who you say you are. All that was before my time. But if it's true, your father was one hell of a guy." He closed his eyes once more.

As they continued speaking once again, Pyrra stood in the shadows of the cell, not participating until the very end. She was contemplating matters heavily; if she was to escape this prison, she was determined to figure it out on her own. Finally she mentioned that she had slipped something into the prison, and the party gave her their utmost attention. She spoke to Adwonus, "Trapper, can you stand in front of me a second." Adwonus stepped between her and the party. After a moment, she walked from behind him with a small cylinder-shaped thing in her hand. With delicate fingers, she unrolled it, into an envelope – the same envelope they had earlier found on the yellow-coated pirate!

"Needless to say, I took it from you," she said Herr Johannes without making the effort to lie. "But if I hadn't, we wouldn't have it now." As she spoke, Imbellem leaned toward Mikael and whispered in his ear, "Where was she keeping that?" "Whatever you do, don't ask," Mikael whispered back. The party gathered closer to her; Herr Johannes pressed his face against the bars, trying to get a closer look from his own cell.

Pyrra opened the envelope and pulled out a letter from within. She handed it to Adwonus. "Now, let's see what this has say..."





[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Sense Motive ~ She doesn't appear to have an ulterior motive beyond her own, which is to see what the letter says while she has the chance. You can tell that the contents of the letter caused her some serious distress, even though her expression remained the same; she see's that she is failing... You see fear.
Knowledge Local ~ You heard of Buddy! He's well known among the circles of thieves and street-dwellers as a pirate and thief. Rumor has it he can break into most any place, being able to make expert use of walls and objects. Apparently an iron cage is an exception to that.]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Sense Motive ~ She doesn't appear to have an ulterior motive beyond her own, which is to see what the letter says while she has the chance.
Knowledge Local ~ You heard of Buddy! He's well known among the circles of thieves and street-dwellers as a pirate and thief. Rumor has it he can break into most any place, being able to make expert use of walls and objects. Apparently an iron cage is an exception to that.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Knowledge Arcana ~ You haven't heard of Kniju Powder before, but then, you aren't too familiar with the strange and savage cultures of Noanatu.
Knowledge Nobility/Royalty – 18 ~ The Hilitas family is an old and very large noble family spread across East Perdane. They have so many branches and distant cousins that it'd be difficult to keep track of who's who.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ You can tell Buddy is a Fighter/Rogue of Challenging Difficulty. Based on his thin figure, he undoubtedly focus on being very mobile and using a light weapon. He seems adept at moving in very difficult situations, having many skill tricks up his sleeve.]
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     After listening to Buddy I respond to him and the group.
I would think, in order to escape, we would not wait to jump until we had the rope around our neck. It would be quite important to jump before that point. Oh, and Jacqueline is telling the truth about whose daughter she is. But anyways...

Dwalin, can you tell how deep we are? Can you tell how thick these walls are. I know Dwarves have sort of a sense about being underground.

     After considering some of my background studies about things spoken of and contained in the letter, I inform the group of my discoveries. "Unfortunately, I don't recall Kniju Powder in any of my recent studies of the arcane. However, I do remember the noble family mentioned in that letter. They might have been the perfect family for Alldyde to have selected. They are a large family with many distant cousins and relatives spread across east of Perdane. The family has been around for a long time and are so numerous and spread out that it would be difficult to keep track of who is who."

"Well, it seems Alldyde is definitely well informed, better informed than most I would guess. This does answer alot of my questions though, yet brings up many more questions, the next step in the process I suppose... {Questions like:}
Hmm, final delivery... I consider to myself, what does this mean?
Do you think the warehouse mentioned is the same one we almost burned down?
It sounds like this has been going on for months?!
Well, I am glad we can say that we made sure this man failed Alldyde, hehe. I take satisfaction in that, even with our lot here. I nod and grin at the realization of our, perhaps minor, but none the less definite, 'wrench' we threw into Alldydes plans. "Hehe, glad to mess up Alldyde's plans, even if only a little.

I would like to highlight briefly to you all that the letter itself specifies that Kelden is unaware that the pirates are behind this.

quote:

'it''s still critical that Delcor doesn't realize where his arms and funding come from.'

I still wonder why he would be doing this for Kelden though. It makes me really consider what you said Adwonus, that this might be inorder to wear both parties down for his final move. But what would that move be, publicly take the Lordship? If not that, then what?

Oh and Pyrra, I dont appreciate you stealing the letter, but I do appreciate your candidness in that. And, it is a good thing that we have it now, for us all to read."

I consider further to myself. "Oh, Adwonus and Pyrra, on a separate note, I have some info you would be interested to hear about. However, first, I want to know how long you have been working with Pyrra and what her role was when you joined us at the meeting with Rielle. You were apparently working together, with your constant disappearance and with what happened at the Larlben's. Was Steyus behind Biff's murder and the inn burning down?"

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: "Well, I am glad guys, we could do what we did to help, taking that yellow coated fiend out.  And, remember Taisiya? Ever wonder where she is now? She might be our way out of this."]

"Buddy," Jacqueline stated cautiously. "What if I could pick these locks and help you out of here..? I learned from my father, as a girl..." Any stir of hope from this man may help them escape. But a man without hope could mean the death of all near him. "I learned from Red Jack, himself."

She smiled, never truly quivering in hope.

In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 140):

Trapper stood still in the cell, back against the stones, arms crossed. He wanted to speak, and lay it all out for a moment. "The note proves it. Pirates fund the rebels, the Rebs blunder around thinking their makin' a difference for the "little man". They weaken the city's defenses, both sides are left in a pile o' shambles. Pirates will seize control. If the town's wrecked enough, it won't matter if the pirates go public or not. Even if people hate em, they'll be nothin' they can do bout it cos they we're too busy slittin eachother's throats like idiots. Or the rats could make a new governement and run it entirely in secret. Make some kinda fake beacon of hope fer the people to follow while they pull his little strngs.I got no regrets now at cuttin that Llarbin bastard, one less tool for Aldyde, whether he knew it or not. And No, Steyus wasn't responsible for the fire and Biff. That wouldn't make a lick o sense. Why send us to find a guy he's goin' to murder. I heard the Rebels say it was the Llarbin's who burned down the Inn. Chew on that one for a moment if ya want. Me and P here have been workin' for a couple o' years together. We were in Steyus's employ long before you came into the picture.  I'm still fightin' for the city. I think the rebs got no idea what's goin on, and I know Delcor ain't the rightful heir. He's a poor sport. King picked Steyus to be duke over him, seein' as there was no heir. And he'll throw bodies at the city watch till he gets what he wants. But none o this matters right now. We can talk all we want when we get the hell out of here. We might be able to trust ol buddy. But we can't put all our eggs in one basket. If he gets skewered, or screws us over, we need another way out. I know I ain't on the hangman's list, but Pirate boy and Palladin man here are, so we gotta get outta here fast. Jaq, I'm thinkin' you find somethin' thin and open those locks. Or you Pyyra. I ain't got the talents for that sorta thing. And I know the dwarf doesn't either. " He finished, looking around the cell. Before speaking again. "Look, if we're able to get these doors open, we gotta be thinkin' straight. No revenge bullshit," his eyes flashed towards Herr, "We ain't here to kill. We certanly don't got the gear nor manpower to be doin' damage, unless it's real quiet like. We need to have movin quick and quiet and out of here. If we can find our gear, great. But like I said before, you can't buy yer life back. I can see in the dark, don't know bout the rest of ya, but if we can knock out the torches, I'm thinkin' I can lead us out if we move hand in hand. Any other ideas, spit em out. And Paladin, what do you got that I want to know?
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Dwalin tries to get a sense for how deep we are underground."Your right about me not having the skills to open that door. Also, what did end up happening to that girl who was with us a few days ago?"

Torchlight provided the only source of warmth in the underground cells. But the torches were gradually dimming, and the prisoners did not know if the pirates would return to replace them, or let the prisoners sit in complete blackness. Jacqueline leaned against the chill iron bars and spoke to Buddy, trying to uplift his spirits; she professed she could pick the locks for him. Buddy smiled and said, "Do that and I'll marry ya." Jacqueline chuckled in reply, simply pleased to see him make a joke.

Dwalin placed his hands on the stone wall. Honestly, it felt good being underground again, Dwalin confided in himself; he only wished it were under different circumstances. "No more the thirty feet below. And nothing but dirt I reckon beyond this wall." Droplets of water condensed on the stone, dampening Dwalin's hand. It was humid down here.

Adwonus and Herr Johannes discussed what they had learned, and what they suspected might be. Herr Johannes posed a certain question to Adwonus, "Was Steyus behind Biff's murder and the inn burning down?" Still lounging on his bench, Buddy broke in. "Hah! Biff, I remember that guy." "You do?" inquired Herr Johannes, his curiosity peaked. "Sure. He was a real nosy fella I remember. It bothered Alldyde a hell of a lot. But that Biff finally made the mistake to come snooping down here a couple months back; he was the first to get his memory scrambled. Seemed to work and they let him go, but it kinda didn't, cause he'd still send his little spies around these parts. Course, it wasn't till Larlben and Delcor tried to make peace that Alldyde sent some guys to do him in." "So pirates were to blame!" Jacqueline exclaimed. Buddy continued, "Yea. I remember the orders: kill Biff and get whatever notes he had that might lead 'em to us. Though to be honest, I don't recall them planning to set fire to anything. So I don't know what happened with that."

As they pondered the small piece of information they had gained, they heard the clear sound of a door some distance away. Buddy shot up, sitting on the edge of the bench. "That's the first door. They're coming. And they're probably coming for me." He stood and hastened to the iron bars of his cell, his eyes fixated on Jacqueline. "Girl, Jacqueline right? Give me your knife." Jacqueline hesitated to respond. He continued, "I know it's a lot to ask. But with that, there's a chance I can cut my ropes and get away at the noose. If I get out, I promise I'll do what I can to help you guys get out too." He held his arm into the other cell, palm upward. "Please." There was a clicking sound at the door...
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Imbellem bonked his head on the iron bars, struggling with his own thoughts as well as trying to absorb what he just heard in the letter that Pyrra stole earlier.

He shot a quick look at the elf woman and the trapper, "Pyrra, Adwonus, do either of you have a knife? If Jacqueline hands over her blade, we'll be completely defenseless." He then looked at Jacqueline and said in a whisper, "Im sure you know his skills of lockpicking, ive only been here a short time and even ive heard of this guy, if he is as good at breaking into things as ive heard, then we would most defiantly need him alive. He could help us greatly, I believe he his telling the truth and would advise you hand it to him quickly. If he escapes, he could help us all out, as well as collect our things and perhaps anything else we can get out hands on. It is ultimately up to you, that is just my suggestion."


After a moment of studying the pirate in the cell adjacent to them, Imbellem released his almost white-knuckle grip on the bars and turned around in the small room, looking at his prison for the first time, noticing the only resting place was the small wooden structure where Dwalin had fallen asleep. Creeping past almost elbow distance spacing in the cramped cell, he made his way next to the unconcious dwarf. Its funny, if you hadnt known beforehand that dwarves had fallen asleep, you could easily mistake them for dead. Quietly sitting next to the slumbering man the cleric said softly, "Not to be rude, but if anyone in this area is going to be meeting their demise anytime soon, I would personally like to speak to the one receiving their souls. Excuse me for a while as I meditate on the word, seeing as I may also soon to meet our maker." Looking over to Buddy, they made eye contact, "I will put it a good word for you sir, good luck." After saying these words, Imbellem sat up straight, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly began to fall into a deep meditative state.

That is until dwalin, sharp snore and shift in movement caused his head to fall on the occupied clerics arm. A swift but gentle shoulder motion and the dwarf was back against the wall... for a moment. Finding the priests arm more comfortable than the wall, Dwalin was once again resting his head against Imbellems arm and snoring loudly. The cleric let out a swift sudden exhale in a chuckle and shook his head, eyes still closed,



[Imbellem goes in a state of mediation for as long as possible to regain a select single, or few miracles until interrupted.]

[Private to DM Ryan: (ever cautious of Pyrra, he keeps her movements closely monitored without drawing attention to himself)
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 Sense motive Buddy. Honor his word?]
This message was last edited by the player at 02:26, Sat 25 July 2015.

In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 144):
Trapper looked at the pirate checking his words and mannerisms.

19:41, Fri 24 July 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 15 using 1d20+4 ((11)).

Lady Jacqueline bit her lip, pondering the choice she was about to make. "Okay," she murmured, handing him the knife. They had little else to depend on, and trusting his judgment, he seemed to know a way out. She kept her ears and eyes out.

[Private to Herr Johannes:
16:50, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.

16:50, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.]

Just before Jacqueline posted... {I think we literally posted at the same time}

Upon the sound of men approaching, my demeanor immediately changes. I consider quickly Buddy's words. I speak quickly and quietly to the group, but most directly to Jacqueline and then Buddy.
     "We don't have much time. I say give him the knife, I mean who else is scheduled for the noose other than him and I, right? The way I see it, he has a much better chance than I, at slight of handing that knife in and his noose off than I do.  I think it is the most likely option to get a message for aide out.  If Buddy is really for Red Jack, then I think we can trust him.
     Buddy, we are counting on you.  We are depending on you, Red Jack is depending on you, his daughter Jacqueline is depending on you.  You can do this."

Earlier, before we heard the men coming, I conversed about our new information from Buddy. "Aha, so then it was the Pirates behind it! I knew it! No wonder it always seemed like everytime we would make a step forward some unseen force would make a step against us. It was the pirates all along. The strange thing was it seemed to be against multiple forces, against Steyus, against Kelden, against Larlben. Then again some of that was other forces...
     Hmm, regardless, I think the fire was an unintended consequence of the fighting that was brought about by Biff's murder.
     Well Adwonus, I think that confirms it. It was definitely not Steyus. I thought with Pyrra and all there might have been a second group... any ways, now I will tell you about what I mentioned. You remember the girl we bumped into at that Inn? Well, turns out that she..."
     As we just begin to hear the men coming I quickly whisper to Adwonus before the subject changes to that of the knife, "I will tell you the rest of the info I mentioned earlier but it will have wait for now with the guards coming! It is much too sensitive for them to hear. I assure you, it could jeopardize things for us."
This message was last edited by the player at 21:14, Mon 27 July 2015.

I listen to buddy closely and watch him as he asks for the dagger. I try to determine if he is really on our side with all of this or if he is going to turn against us.

01:39, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 7 using 1d20+5. Sense motive, Buddy

I turn to Imbellem and whisper, "Any idea on this guy? Can we trust him? I can't tell."

"Here," Jacqueline whispered. She handed Buddy the knife who swiftly hid it in his sleeve; he had barely turned around when the door to the prison swung open. A gang of four pirates entered.

"It's time," uttered one of the pirates. "It's a hanging for ye Buddy. Ye knew this was coming." "Aye, that I did," Buddy tersely replied. They were clearly familiar with each other, though not overly friendly. The party felt anxious as they watched the pirates open Buddy's cell and shackle him. Their only comfort was a small wink from Buddy, just before they shoved him out into the passage. The iron bars clanged shut one again, and the pirates, along with Buddy, left the prison. Now they were one friend less.

The uncertainty of Buddy's fate, as well as their own, was difficult to bear, and the party did so in silence. Slowly the single torch continued to dim until it was little more than a glowing ember in the darkness, giving almost no light at all. Jacqueline was dismayed when she could no longer see Herr Johannes, now alone in the neighboring cell.

Without a window nor view of the sky, it was difficult to tell how much time passed in the prison. Their only way to get some idea was the torch, and it was now a mere glint of cold red. Imbellem arose from his meditation; he was surprised to see that Adwonus had joined him, seated on the floor nearby – not that there was much else to do. In the next cell, Herr Johannes too bided his time in prayer {spells restored for all players}. Then, a sound brought their haunting silence to an end – a door opened nearby. Someone was coming.

The door to their prison opened, and a single person entered inside. Dwalin and Adwonus alone could see who it was, but they did not speak out; their tongues were stayed by surprise. The room was too dark for even the elves to see and Mikael called out, "Who goes there?" Soundlessly, the torch glowed with new flame and brightened the room. The flickering light reflected on a figure standing before the jail cells. White hair glimmered.

"You," murmured Adwonus, not fully understanding. Jacqueline strained her eyes trying to see, until the figure walked fully into the light. "Is that... Taisiya?"

Taisiya stepped into view. The bangs of her long, white hair shaded her eyes. "Hello..." Her voice was so quiet that it was difficult to hear, even in the silence of their underground chamber. Her next words were louder and choked with a small hint of emotion, "I'm sorry."

[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: Mikael
Sense Motive ~ You had no idea. With humans, it could be anything.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus
Sense Motive ~ You've been around agents and thieves a long time, and have learned to tell the earnest ones from the liars. Buddy seems earnest, but not fanatic. Just how far will he go for a rescue?]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Sense Motive ~ With this man you've just met, it could be anything. Though you've grown distrustful of people during your time among civilization.]

The alert felt by Imbellem when he heard the doors opening in the darkness caused him to lean forward, preparing for whoever it may be, when the lights illuminated a seemingly distraught Taisiya. He slowly rested back on his seat, crossed his legs and folded his arms. Her seemingly heartfelt apology went right over the clerics head. Though forgiveness is supposed to be one of the strongest suits for clerics of his religion, this was something Imbellem had personal problems with, especially betrayal of this magnitude. It even seemed as if, for a moment, he moved his hand quickly before his face, as if her words were flies he meant to swat away. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment and his face was emotionless. Though it was a blank expression, his body language spoke volumes about his current emotional state.

Suddenly the cleric cocked his head slightly to the side with a smile, "Oh hey blondie," he said in a... surprisingly friendly manner, "Sorry for what exactly?" he finished picking his head straight up again. Though on the outside he seemed calm and collected, but inside he was writhing with anger and many, many questions. Unfortunately for Imbellem, he had a bit to transparent a personality to keep his emotions hidden for long as his foot began to bob up and down rapidly and his 'friendly' grin melted away.

"Nice to see you again," he blankly stated to the woman, "How was your vacation by the way? Have a relaxing time with the boy-toy?"

[Private to DM Ryan:
Imbellem Tueri rolled 13 Listen check doorway, anyone nearby.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 17  Spot check doorway, anyone nearby.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 6 Sense motive Taisiya, honesty or trickery.]
This message was last edited by the player at 03:40, Thu 30 July 2015.

In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 150):

Trapper stared at the woman, whispering in short cutting tones.
"Sorry for what?! Explain."

Lady Jacqueline lifted her chin, brow furrowed for a moment in concern, confusion, and bitterness. To a degree, betrayal didn't really fit the description, but she had little else in her mind to place the white haired woman. Why suddenly did she have to leave? Why suddenly show up now under this circumstance? Why was she not in shackles with her friends? Was she, too, under the herb mentioned before? Eyes narrowing, her words were a bit more icy than expected. "Sorry for what, Taisiya..?" She readied herself in case they were up against something.

[Private to Herr Johannes: Rolls.

23:06, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. Kniju Powder.
23:05, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+3. Knowledge Nature. Kniju Powder. NATURAL 20.
23:05, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Knowledge History. Kniju Powder.
22:59, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 7 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive. Taisiya.
22:58, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+6. Reflex Save. In case Taisiya tries anything...]

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
This is to Shaun mainly:
-To confirm you all saw this, Ryan said we can use our remaining spells to heal up from before we meditated. We did not sleep, (and recover from that) just renewed our spells.
-You can only use them on people within touch range.
-Find out everyone's current health and then decide who should be healed. We need to confirm if Jacqueline was fully healed or not from the elvish medicine.
-If necessary change your spells at this time.
-I recommend that you perhaps add 1 more hold person if possible. We could switch mend for something and use a shopkeeper for that. Just an idea. Message me to talk more about it. I was unable to talk to you about it until now from being gone on my trip.
{-I use Lay-on-Hands for the full amount (8 hp) on myself, since I am the only one in range so my current Hp is up from 33hp to 41hp}]

I give a nod toward Buddy as he is escorted out the prison. I speak to myself, "Praying for you Buddy..." Having witnessed my new cellmate led away, I turn to prayer for his success and the victory of our situation and safety of our lives. "Lord you hold us in the palm of your hands..." I move once again into scripture recitation that has become second nature to me over time. After the training and the vows, it is a comfort, a sort of ordered place in the midst of any situation. The Word of God gives me solace in even the darkest places. "Even if I make my bed in sheol, there Your right hand will hold me fast..." I pray for my wounds, using my 'daily bread' leftover from yesterday, before gleaning more for today. Mana for today, just mana for today. Healing is the bread of the children.

After we finish meditating, I ask, curious, having not had time to look at it after the battle. "How is everyone's status? I mean, is everyone's wounds stabilized, or was there any bleeding that we still need to take care of? We better get on that if anyone needs help. Jacqueline? How are you after... I mean, how is your throat? Did you get a chance to treat any of the remaining wounds Imbellem?"

We sit in darkness a moment before we hear a person approaching.

Upon the sight of Taisiya, I exclaim excitedly, but still hushed, having not spoken loudly for a while. Still trying to keep our voices only within the prison for now, I whisper the words excitedly, glad to see her! "Taisiya! You are a welcome sight for us who sit in darkness! I somehow knew you would come!
This is part of what I was going to tell you about Adwonus... Are you well! Quick! Do you have a plan to get us out of here?!"
In response to the others less friendly replies, I respond before she speaks. "Hey, come on, give her a chance to speak."

She chokes up an apology...

Concerns race to my mind...
"Wait? What do you mean? What is going on Taisiya? Did something happen to Buddy? Did you do something? What is going on?! You must explain."

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{01:37, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+4. Knowledge (Religion), Taisiya etc.; MQ.
01:37, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), on Taisiya; MQ.
01:35, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (History), Taisiya, Kniju Powder etc.; MQ.
01:34, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), Taisiya; MQ.
01:33, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 6 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Taisiya; MQ.
01:33, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20. Sense Motive, on Buddy; MQ.
01:33, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20. Sense Motive, on Taisiya; MQ.}]

Taisiya stood before the jail cells with her eyes lowered. Her voiced was tinged with melancholy. "I'm sorry for, well, me. I know what you must think of me, leaving you and now being here. There was so much I didn't tell you, and you were so nice to me. I-" She broke off, looking ashamed.

The party then noticed Taisiya was holding a wooden pail with a ladle inside. Taisiya stammered, "-I brought water. You have to come to the bars. Please, be quick. There's not a lot of time." The party became wary at her last enigmatic remark. But they could not deny they were very thirsty, having not had a drink in hours. One by one they approached the bars and received a ladle full of water from Taisiya. Strangely, she seemed to rush them. Adwonus was the last to accept a drink. He suddenly scowled as he swallowed and shouted, "This water tastes funny. You witch! You poisoned this didn't you?" "No, no I swear," Taisiya hastily replied. "You have to trust me. You had to drink it fast or it would've worn off." "What would've worn off!?" Adwonus interrogated, his voice rising. "The elven medicine I mixed it with." At Taisiya's statement, Adwonus was taken aback; he raised an eyebrow. She continued, "I- I stole one of the stronger elven medicines from the supply room and mixed it with the water. I heard you guys were hurt, and I was worried. But once exposed to the air, it goes bad after a few minutes and doesn't work."

The party felt pacified, and perhaps a little more confused. But as they felt their injuries indeed fade away, so too did their bitterness toward Taisiya {health fully restored for all party members}. There was a moment of silence between them, for the party didn't know what to say.

Herr Johannes was the first to break the silence. In a soft voice, he said, "Taisiya, what's going on here?" She gazed at the ground, unable to bring herself to make eye contact. "Alldyde... is using the rebellion to overthrow Duke Steyus." "Why would he do that?" Dwalin interjected. "Couldn't he just assassinate Steyus and be done with it?" "I don't really know that much," she replied. "But I know that it was something about how he can't look responsible. It was about politics – about the king and the army and the people. I'm sorry, he doesn't really talk about... work... with me much." She took a deep breath, trying to hard to access her memory. "But I do know that while the City Guard is looking for a fake base or something this morning, that Kelden Delcor is going to sneak into Castle Herrod through the Aqueducts... And I also know that it's a trap; that once Delcor kills Steyus, something will happen to Delcor too... I know that they're both supposed to die in the castle today." These words sent a dark and resounding feeling through the party.

"I knew you were headed to Delcor's real base," Taisiya continued. "And I- I was afraid you'd be with him today." Herr Johannes burst into blazing speech, "We have to put a stop to this madness! We need to warn Kelden before it's too late!-" "No!" Taisiya exclaimed, her tone overwhelmed with concern. "It's too late already. It's dawn outside. And we already got word that the boat, the one that Delcor is taking across the bay to Upper Herrod, has left. There's nothing you can do now."

She pulled something out from pockets – keys! "Please, leave. I don't want you to get hurt. Take these." She tossed the ring of keys through the bars. "The man on guard outside the door is asleep. Just go through there, go into the main hall, and then take a right until a reach an intersection. Don't take any hall there! There should be a secret door that'll take you to the storerooms. I think they threw your stuff in there too. You should be able to find your way out from there. And once your out, please, leave. Leave Herrod, - get away from this place! There's only going to be death here..."

Jacqueline placed her hands on the bars, "Taisiya, come with us." Taisiya took a step away, "I can't." "Why not?" "I- I just can't. You wouldn't understand. Goodbye!" Nearly shouting her final word, Taisiya turned and ran out the door, until the sound of her footsteps disappeared completely. It looked like she was in tears.

"That was a lot to take in," Imbellem said. "Yea," Mikael replied. Imbellem leaned against the bars to try and peer through the door to their prison, which was now ajar. He saw a glimpse of a pirate guard near the end of the outside hall; he was sitting at a chair with his head on an adjacent table, utterly passed out. "I see him... he must be one heavy sleeper to sleep through that." "Maybe," replied Adwonus, "Or Taisiya helped us in more ways than one." Herr Johannes spoke, "In either case, we still need to be careful...'

'...Come on. We have a city to save."



[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Sense Motive ~ You can't begin to imagine what's going on in this woman's mind.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Sense Motive ~ You find it difficult to understand what going on in Taisiya's head right now.
Knowledge Nature ~ Kniju Powder is not a very well known substance, but you were lucky enough to hear about it from a sailor in your youth. They say it's made of at least three different plants found in the jungles of Noanatu, which are then ground into a powder. However, this is only half the process, for this mixture of powders alone does little more than cause hallucenations for a short time. Once made, the powder then undergoes a ritual which imbues it with the strange ability to erase a person's memory. Exactly what this ritual is is unknown, for it is a well kept secret by the witch doctors of the Untatians – a black-skinned tribe of humans, cannibals, who live in the east jungles of Noanatu.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Sense Motive ~ You can't begin to imagine what's going on in these people's minds, the minds of pirates and thieves and, most confusing of all, women.
Knowledge Arcana ~ There is certainly something odd of Taisiya. Odder still, you don't recall hearing the sound of a flint when the torch was re-lit.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:15, Sat 01 Aug 2015.

The party watched as Taisiya ran off until the clicking of her boots was silent. While they looked down the hallway with mixed emotions, one set of eyes however were fixated on a separate area.

Not dealing with confined spaced well, Imbellem thought of nothing but freedom sense the moment they first stepped foot on the lift when they entered. Mere seconds after the keys hit the ground, the cleric snatched them up with an almost audible 'yoink' and reached though the bars around to the keyhole, unlocking it as slowly as he could to keep the heavy metal from clanking loudly as the heavy duty tumblers of the lock rolled into position. The heavy door swung open slowly as the priests face followed closely behind the opening door, peering though the bars down the hallway (as if they provided some sort of cover).

Biting down on his tongue and carefully tiptoeing over toward Johannes' cell, inserting the keys in and turning the latch as slowly as before. He turned his head over toward his cellmates as he worked on the paladins door, "Jacqueline, Pyrra, whoever is the quietest, make a slow way down the hallway, check ahead for us less gifted in stealth - please" he added, locking eyes with the elf woman, who still scared him a little bit. She looked back with her usual cheery, deadpan, emotionless expression toward the cleric she obviously did not care much for.

Johannes' door was unlocked, and imbellem opened the door slowly, looking at the guard, at the end of the hallway, he tried to see just how deep a sleeper he truly was, or if he was even conscious.

"I'll follow the sneaky snakes," He said quietly, "Ill probably trip on something if I go out first, I know it." The adjacent cell made varying sounds and motions of agreement with Imbellems statement of self proclaimed clumsiness.


[after the cells are opened, Imbellem holds the key-ring in his hand, clutching tightly so they keys dont jingle when he moves. He also takes quick note of how many keys there are on the ring, and what it appears they may be used for.]

[Private to DM Ryan:

Would like a constant sneaky spot check on Pyrra to see if shes up to shenanigans, or trying to steal something from us every round if possible.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Health check guard, current state .
Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 Spot check guard, current state.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 Listen check situational awareness]
This message was last edited by the player at 03:29, Tue 04 Aug 2015.

Lady Jacqueline nodded, taking the first stride towards where they were instructed to go. Scouting ahead, she kept her eyes out and ears open, ready for any sudden change. [Private to DM Ryan: She carefully places a hand inside of the jacket of the sleeping guard for any goods that he might have on him that would serve her and the party later. (If the coast is clear, I want to signal to everyone to follow.)]

[Private to Herr Johannes:

23:45, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Any traps nearby.
23:44, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
23:44, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
23:44, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+10. Slight of hand check. Sleeping guard for any goods on his person.
23:43, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.
23:43, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.]
This message was last edited by the player at 04:51, Tue 04 Aug 2015.

Even with the statements of nearing danger from the Pirates doing, I find myself gladdened by the opening of my cell door.
     I say with a grin, almost to myself, "I knew someone would come. I thought Taysia would likely be the one." I say more wistfully, "I wish she could have come with..." With a sigh, I return once again to the more pressing matters at hand.
     Almost as if I was still speaking to her (Taisiya), I say, "If I was concerned about danger, I don't think I would have come to a pirate base looking for information at night. If I was concerned about safety, I don't think I would have become a soldier.
     I think we can all agree here, that whether we support Steyus or Kelden, the city is in danger. And people such as us, don't just stand by while wicked men attempt to usurp our city. We don't just stand by while the innocent are oppressed. We act.
     Now, Let us go and confound the pirates well laid plans. May he fall into his own trap. Elite squad leads the way."

     Do you agree Adwonus? That the true threat is not Kelden or Steyus, but the pirates at this time. The rest of the politics will have to be solved later. For now, our common enemy is the target, and we avoid hurting the other members of this city, agreed? I think it will take our combined efforts in this matter."

I purposefully walk to the front of the prison and begin motioning people out. "Dwalin, keep an eye on the guard. If he wakes up, punch his lights out. {That is coup de grace him with non lethal} Only if he wakes up though, not just if he stirs. We want as little reason for concern by the pirates in our leaving as possible. As in, we don't want to leave a trace of us leaving (such as a knocked out guard, sleeping seems normal, which would tend to have the cells checked less.) I would guess Adwonus is right, that guard is asleep -magically- perhaps, meaning we have minutes (if I remember right from my arcane studies), let's make this quick.
Jacqueline, you sneak ahead and keep an eye out for pirates. Let's follow those directions of Taisiya exactly. Go out the prison into the main hall and turn right, stop at the intersection and peak around the corner. Don't enter the intersection  lest you expose yourself to 2 additional hallways.
The rest of us ought to follow single file, other silent types can go with her, Dwalin will leave the guard last. I need the elves and dwarf to look at the wall for hidden doors in the stone wall. Like she said, look for a hidden door."

When it is my turn I follow single file, after we receive confirmation from Jaqueline that the coast is clear.

I make sure to stay aware of our surroundings, keeping an ear and eye out for enemies, or secret doors, as Taisiya described.
{Listen and Spot Check - do we always leave these for you to roll now Ryan? Are they only made in -response-, are other checks like move silently made in response as well? like that we specify them in our post, yet you actually roll them? I was asking after our recent change to rolls on RPol...}

I take a look at the guard as we leave, attempting to discern how deeply he was asleep and how he was made asleep.
[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja: {06:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Knowledge Arcana, secret doors/spell used on guard?; MQ. 06:43, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 1d20+2. Heal Check, guards condition {why asleep}; MQ.}]

I consider any knowledge I remember about secret doors in my studies. "Anyone here know anything about secret doors?" I whisper.
{All applicable knowledge checks}
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I look over to Imbellem, "Whatever you do. Don't wake him up." I say motioning to the sleeping guard. "That is the last thing we need right now." Following closely behind Jacqueline, I walk to the area the secret door is suppose to be. All the while I keep watch for anyone approaching and listen for anything out of the ordinary.

As we reach the intersection I look around for any signs of a closed or hidden door. After making sure the other hallways are clear I motion to the rest of the group that it is safe to join us.

After Jacqueline checks the area, I quietly walk to the guard and watch him. If he moves, Ill hit him as hard as I can {Coupe de Grace}."Just remember that I have short legs and can't keep up with you guys. So don't leave me Behind!" After everyone is out safely I leave the guard.

Using the keys left by Taisiya, the party unlocked the doors to their cells and escaped. They gathered near the exit and leered at the sleeping pirate in the hall. "I'll go first," whispered Jacqueline.

Jacqueline moved into the hall with a grace that made Imbellem envious. She crept right beside the unconscious guard and, being bold, gave him a poke with her finger. He didn't budge. This close she could smell the rum on him. So, naturally, she decided to rob him too. Jacqueline ransacked his pockets and pulled out few gold pieces, as well as a club that laid on the table. She gave a thumbs up toward her companions who watched intently from the prison area.

Seeing it was safe (or at least as safe as it would ever be), they followed her lead and sneaked through the hall until they were past the sleeping pirate. Dwalin, to the shock of everyone, moved as quiet as a ghost. The only one of their company who nearly stumbled was Mikael, but he was caught by a helping hand – Pyrra's hand. Mikael looked at her with some surprise. She retracted it as hastily as she used it and continued forward, ignoring him.

At the end of the hall waited another door, which Imbellem opened with a second key on the key ring (there were three total). They slipped through. Adwonus gave the guard a final glance as he slowly shut the door, but the guard was still fast asleep. With a gentle click the door closed, and they were free.

They found themselves now in a hall which extended to the left and right, with no obvious difference in either direction. But remembering Taisiya's advice, they chose the right passage. This continued for a short distance before they reached an intersection, exactly where she promised it would be. Wary of crossing, they paused before the halls and they were soon glad they did so, for they heard the sound of nearby voices. Pyrra crept up to the corner and peered down the left hall. She whispered to the others, "There's two men down there, armed, fixing a lantern holder on the wall. They might be awhile – too long to wait for them."

They were stuck! Mikael added, "And I think I see the secret door. There a part of the wall ahead of us that doesn't seem right. Might be what we're looking for." "So, we just sneak across?" Dwalin muttered. "We could," Herr Johannes corroborated, thinking intensively. Jacqueline spoke, "But there's one more problem too." The party gave her their attention. "There's a trap between us and the secret door. I can see the pressure plate from here. There's also a chink in the wall – bolts or darts or anything really could come out of there..."

Adwonus finished her point. "In other words, we need to think of something, and fast."


[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Heal ~ He is asleep!
Spot & Listen ~ You don't roll these!]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Heal ~ He is asleep!
Knowledge Arcana ~ Although the guard may have already been drunk, you notice signs of something more at work, something that peaks your sense of the arcane.
Note ~ You are correct that you roll neither Spot nor Listen; these are rolled automatically when there is something to be perceived.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Search ~ You found a trap! Denoted by the red square on the grid.
Spot  & Listen ~ You don't roll these!
Sleight of Hand ~ Success! You took him to town.]

I Whisper very quietly to the group near me, "Ok, we need to gather more information before we decide what to do.
     Jaqueline, can you tell if you can disable the trap? Or anything else about it? Could you point out to me where the chink in the wall is you spoke of? {Search Check?}"
I continue whisper, "Dwalin, can you take a look at the guards around the corner? Can you tell how skilled they are? Do you remember how skilled the last sleeping guard looked? Can you tell anything about this secret door or trap, because they are in stone? {Knowledge adventure, Dwarf Stone Knowledge}
     What about you Mikael? Can you tell anything else about this secret door?
     Pyrra? What about you? about the door or the trap?

     My idea is, that we have the quiet people (scouts) jump over the trap (if Jaqcqueline confirms for us there is only the pressure plate and no trip wire we would run into). We would go about this one by one. It is not a far distance to jump, so it should not be a problem. If the guards hear us, and come this way, we bull rush them onto the pressure plate and find out what this trap does. The problem is, we must keep it quiet. We might have to grapple the guards if they came this way. If Jacqueline cannot easily disable the trap from this side, she will at minimum have to jump. She could disable it from across the hall, in front of the secret door, while the rest of us wait also. Maybe, while they fix the lantern it is dark enough. We ought not waste an opportunity.

     Imbellem, you have any prayers that would help here?
     Adwonus, you have any other ideas? Know about secret doors? If we do my idea, would you want to help push the guards onto the trap?
     Does everyone think they can easily jump over the trap? {it is 2.5 feet wide, meaning a DC 2.5? with a running start (probably too loud) or DC 5 without a running start}"

after a moment of her examining the trap from across the hall with us, I ask
     "...So, Jacqueline, what did you find? About the trap... and being such a sly one, did you find any goodies from that sleepy sod you ransacked back there?" I whisper with a chuckle to myself on the last phrase. "I did notice the club, hand that to Dwalin in case he has to push them into the trap."

I peek around the corner to get a better look at our foes

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{Examine check on the sleeping guard and the guys fixing the lantern. (their equipment)
00:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Guard 2; MQ.
00:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 14 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), Guard 1; MQ.
00:43, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+3. Knowledge (Adventure), sleeping guard; MQ.

I know we are technically doing only one knowledge check per group now, but I really felt this knowledge was fitting to roll one check per opponent. I rolled every check anyways.}]

I consider in the reaches of my mind any memory of the study of secret doors or traps like this.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja:
{01:14, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (History), secret doors; MQ.
01:15, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Arcana), on secret door; MQ.}]
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Lady Jacqueline absently handed Dwalin her club as she took a hard look at the trap and quietly, carefully fidgeted with a gear she found jutting out from the floorboards. She said nothing in response to Herr Johannes, as she was thinking deeply about how she may have known about a trap similar to this before... "Hmm... I think I might have something here.."

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Mikael Vaeltaja:
01:21, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
01:21, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
01:20, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.
01:20, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.
01:19, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Disable Device.
01:18, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Figuring out the trap's function. Can it be disabled?
01:16, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Knowledge Local. Trap.]
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I take the club with a smile. It feels good to finally have a weapon in my hand again, even if its just a clumsy stick. I then look at the guards to examine them. {
06:37, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 12 using 1d20+7. Knowledge Adventure.} Dwalin whispers to the party:"As much as I would like to destroy these pirates, I'm sure it would make to much noise. Not to mention, we are unarmed and have no equipment or armor. I say we avoid any fighting and go for the secret door. I bet I could jump across that plate."

Standing on the verge of the intersection, the party whispered to each other and glanced about, not accomplishing a whole lot.

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes
Knowledge Adventure ~ The pirate in the prison area was a fighter of moderate difficulty. The two pirates before you are a rogue and fighter, both of moderate difficulty. (Only your first Knowledge roll is used!)]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Spot & Listen ~ You don't roll these!
Search ~ There is a pressure plate with a chink in the wall beside it. You are too far away to tell what it does, though it's probably painful.
Disable Device ~ You need to be next to a trap to do this. And you are currently across the hall. You're post is too ambiguous, and there's no indication of you wanting to cross to hall or where you wish to be.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin
Knowledge Adventure ~ The pirate in the prison area was a fighter of moderate difficulty. The two pirates before you are a rogue and fighter, both of moderate difficulty.]

Lady Jacqueline took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and whispered a prayer to herself, "Lord, I thank You for favor..." As quietly as she might, she glanced around the corner to check if their attention was elsewhere. Upon seeing them engrossed in how they could fix the lamp holder on the wall, she quietly darted forward with a running start to jump over the trap to the open space across it.

[Private to Herr Johannes:
17:34, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Hide Check (after landing).
17:19, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Jump Check.
17:18, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 9 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check (during running start).
17:18, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+8. Hide Check (during running start).
16:58, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Search Check. Any additional traps like trip wire.]
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I watch Jacqueline run and just over the pressure and prepare to do the same. I take a quick glance down the hallway and wait for my best opportunity. "Well, here it goes." I say to myself as I start the run across the hall. With all the elven grace I can gather, I dash across the hall and leap over the pressure plate.

Once on the other side I examine the hidden door and attempt to open it. If I manage to open the door, I go inside the room.

Imbellem sat with his back against the wall, watching those more nimble than him leap the hallway and try as quickly and efficiently as they could to find the secret door and disarm the trap on the floor.

He was out of his element, he was not trained in stealth, never found the need for it. Funny how you dont realize how much you need something until your life depends on it... It must have been obvious, how uncomfortable the cleric was. For reasons untold, he hated being in small areas and without any form of protection. Made him panicked and slightly frantic to be without even his wooden cross he had not been parted with for years. Fidgeting and sweat beginning to form, he turned his attention to Johannes. "Herr," He began with a nervous lump in his throat, that he quickly cleared away, "If the guards notice and start to come, we still have you, Dwalin, Pyrra, myself and Adwonus, unless of course one or two more decide to hop over... But if they do come, we need to grab them and cover their mouths, we have to be quiet. Or, if they find out what the trap does, perhaps shove them onto it. Could be chalked up as friendly fire until they notice our absence..."

He sat fidgeting, sitting still under pressure wasnt his strong suit. "Or" he began again, "I could slosh some of that rum from the passed out guard and pretend to be a pirate myself? A severely hung over one, with guidance to the store room... Perhaps my 'friends' thought it be a prank to take my thinks while my drunk pirate self was unconscious?"

At this point his mind was racing. Hatred wasnt a word strong enough for the emotion he felt being in a confined space, with no weapons or armor, in the dark, and with possible death literally twenty feet away. He needed SOMETHING to do. The wait itself was killing him.

The nervous cleric carefully took a peek around the corner so he could see what the guards were currently doing...

With lack of cross that he kept so dear to him, he was out of happy places, he then nervously began to rub the back of his right hand. It was difficult to see in the dark, but there was some sort of marking on the back. It was hard to take notice, seeing as he never removed his gloves. The panicked priest began to lift of words of worry to his Lord,



[Should the 'Drunken priest-er pirate' idea be taken, i will make the appropriate bluff and diplomacy rolls as well as hobble back and get crazy with the rum left of the table, if the idea is rejected, I sit in preparation for orders, or possible defense if the guards come closer]

[Private to DM Ryan:
Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 spot check, guards, equipment, level.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 Listen check, guards, conversation or ACTUALLY doing their jobs (goofing off with eachother, or guarding intently)]
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In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 167):

Trapper stood and watched as Jaq sprinted across the gap, hoping she didn't make too much noise.

Jacqueline glanced down the hall at the two pirates who well distracted by their work. She could hear them cuss nonstop in frustration; apparently they were having a difficult time. Over the sound "fuck this shi-" echoing down the hall, Jacqueline dashed across the intersection and leapt over the trap. Mikael followed suit, making his leap over an especially loud "is this screw the wrong goddamn size!?" They both landed light on their feet, and the two bad-mouthed pirates didn't notice a thing.

The party gave them a thumbs up at their success. Mikael grinned in reply and then set his focus to the secret door. Meanwhile, Jacqueline crouched by the trap and began her rogue-ish work. Mikael patted his hands along the wall and, after a few moments, pushed on a particular brick. The wall swung open. Surprisingly it opened with scarcely a sound, for the wall wasn't made of stone blocks at all – it was fake! Stone had merely been veneered over a wooden entrance.

Mikael stepped inside and found himself in a tunnel of the old Aqueducts that had not been refurbished by the pirates; a narrow river of clean, blue water flowed through the center of it. There was only one way to continue, and hopefully it lead to the freedom they were promised. Mikael was pleased with his success.

Back in the hall, Jacqueline worked at length on the trap and, after a few well-placed rocks inserted into the mechanism, smiled back at the party. "It's disabled now," she whispered.

The only thing that remained was getting across the hall unscathed. Adwonus whispered to the others, "We need a distraction." "Or a dance number!" added Imbellem. The party stared at him in disbelief. "Well... it was just an idea."

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Spot & Listen ~ You don't roll these.]

"We could let them be distracted by themselves..." Jacqueline whispered while the pirates continued to struggle with the lantern holder. "How many pirates does it take to screw in a lantern?" she murmured to herself. She motioned for the others to follow her lead (can this be a +2 to their move silently check?) in how she stepped.

She could only wait for them, now.
[Private to Herr Johannes:
13:02, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.

13:02, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.]
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Without missing a beat to Jacqueline's murmur about the pirates and the lantern situation, Imbellem went into a deep, almost meditative state to try to figure out the punchline to her joke. This turned out to be more difficult than he imagined...

As his friends began to cross the hall, Pyrra extended her hand in a 'after you' sort of motion. No doubt she wanted to see him trip over his own feet... So he said to them, "I have zero faith in my sneaking abilities, ill go last, or close to it if possible. And if worse comes to worse and they notice us, I have a trick, But when I say 'now', everyone needs to grab hands to help lead them in the right direction. We have little time for errors."

As they began to cross, Imbellem did his best to get into his perfect state. A little thing he liked to call, "The Zone." 60% of the time, it worked 100% of the time. Though he put on a brave face, he was greatly worried for his prowess in sneaking past two guards... This was a first for him. So he said a small prayer to himself...



Much to Imbellems suprise, as his foot hit the stone floor, he braced for impact. No sound. Confused, he looked down.  Lo and behold his foot had landed on the ground with almost elf like silences. " Oh thank you Jesus " the cleric said with a childlike grin as he fought the urge to dance a small dance in the dark.



[Should we be noticed in our sneak attempt, I cast Obscuring mist. Also note that if obscuring mist is cast, the members of the group grab hands, forming a human chain to be pulled in the desired direction and not split up.

If I go ahead of anyone else, I offer any assistance I can for any sort of bonus for their rolls]

Imbellem Tueri rolled 11 Hide, cross hallway (add +2 with Jaq's help if allowed).
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 Move Silently, cross hallway (add +2 with Jaq's help if allowed)
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In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 171):

Seeing the party move on, Trapper began to creep across the gap best he could.

move silent
14:09, Wed 12 Aug 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 14 using 1d20+10 ((4)).
hide

HIDE
14:10, Wed 12 Aug 2015: Adwonus Swillman rolled 12 using 1d20+10 ((2)).

"Mikael, would you check the corridor, there? We don't want any surprises," she whispered carefully.

(Assume this next part of my post after Cody's.)

Imbellum, Pyrra, Adwonus, Dwalin, and finally Herr Johannes-- as each one came across, she held her breath and watched their feet. They seemed quiet enough as the pirates argued over the screw sizes and which way they should be twisted. She quietly rolled her eyes at their arguing. As soon as the last pair of feet crossed over the trap, she took the rocks out of the spring.

[Private to Herr Johannes:
10:27, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Disable device. (In reverse). NATURAL 20.
10:28, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Open Lock. (To enable the trap, if the disable device check was the wrong check).]
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I stand in the doorway of the secret tunnel and keep a look out for anything or anyone. I look down the tunnel and down the hallway.

As the rest make their way across I say with anxiousness in my voice to them and myself, "Can we please hurry up here. I would really like to be above ground."