The next three weeks pass quickly as the four friends return to their daily routines. Donnal and Irenia’s wedding on Summerday is a joyful affair, and it serves to wash away any of the stress left over from the theft and subsequent recovery.

The arl judged the four surviving thieves on the 6th of Bloomingtide:

He turned d’Aveliard and Therioux over to the Circle, recognizing the Templars’ authority to pass judgement over apostates.

Gaius Secundus is given a sentence of ten years’ hard labor, the work to be determined by the captain of the guard, with locals being allowed to purchase his services for a day; half of all wages so earned will be returned to Gaius at the end of his term.

(OOC: This was actually a thing in medieval Europe. Prisoners were often allowed out of their cells to beg in the streets, and half of their proceeds would be taken by the lord; charity was also encouraged, and could be seen in food and coin being donated by townsfolk, including endowments left in wills.)

Sexta is given a sentence of a year and a day. Like Gaius, she is allowed to be hired out for a day for tasks appropriate to her ability. Mother Hanna states that the Chantry will make frequent use of her services.

Richard uses his newfound fame to establish himself as a locksmith, working with Owen (much to his daughter Valena’s delight) until he can afford his own crafting tools and workshop.

Fost goes back to his regular work of driving carts for locals moving goods between the village, Crossroads, and the farms beyond.

Mikhail continues his practice under Elias & Faustine’s watchful eyes. Senior Enchanter Alva and a group of six Templars arrive on the 11th; Alva is overjoyed to see her apprentice doing well, and tells him that, given his good works, First Enchanter Irving has extended Mikhail’s “study abroad” indefinitely. The Kinloch Hold group departs on the 12th, their prisoners in tow.

(OOC: Irving is considered an indulging and lax first enchanter and, between himself and Knight-Commander Greagoir, the mages of Kinloch Hold have more individual freedoms than those in others. Mikhail's extended furlough is meant to reflect that.)

Brother Loran spends at least an hour each day with Sexta leading up to her sentence. Mother Hanna follows through on her promise to make extensive use of the she-elf during her imprisonment, and assigns Loran to oversee her duties as assigned by the sisters. Sexta seems to appreciate his continued presence.

On the afternoon of the 21st of Bloomingtide, the four friends trickle into Lloyd’s tavern after a long day of work. Richard strides (struts?) in, wearing his new suit of heavy leather armor just fitted by Corwin. He finds Fost stretching his legs near their regular table, having been sitting on a hard cart bench for most of the day. Mikhail and Loran arrive together from the Chantry, as they often do.

Lloyd comes over with four bowls of fish stew, and follows shortly with three stout ales and a watered-down cup of wine; and, just as he has for the past 19 days, refuses to take payment for it. The quartet hasn’t paid for a dinner meal since they captured the false magister and his gang of thieves; a change of menu is starting to look rather desirable...not that you can get much else in Redcliffe. Fishing is the primary trade of the village, and fish is the main thing in abundance. Still, an occasional nug would be nice.

They sit down to eat and begin to talk about their days; many comments on Richard’s new leathers follow, and Loran updates the others on his work with Sexta. Fost recalls an interesting conversation about coursers with the arl’s horsemaster while delivering goods to the castle, and Mikhail shares a funny story about growing up in the Circle.

Their conversation is cut short by the sudden appearance of Ser Perth. The young knight is in his armor and has a concerned look on his face. It's clear this isn’t a social call.

“The arl has need of your services,” he says. They knew this would come at some point; the emblems of the arl gave them privileges, but it also meant he could call them into service when he needed their assistance. “I’m sorry to drag you away from your supper, but it’s rather urgent.”

Mikhail nods at this, "Of course it is. Your face says a lot more than you think it does. Still, what is it that the Arl wants from us? I assume we have another issue with local bandits of some kind?"

"Nothing so trivial, but the rest is for the arl to tell you." He gives an apologetic look; apparently, whatever the problem is, it's apparently sensitive.

Richard makes a mental note, certainly not for the first time, to hunt some game when next they went on the road as the constant diet of fish, while tasty, was starting to get old.  He was stretching out, testing the fit of his new armor when Ser Perth arrived and announced their summons, "Certainly, friend, we shall leave right away."

He is speaking for himself, of course, but it is difficult to imagine his companions would refuse such an urgent sounding summon.

Fost's face had lightened up when the knight came to the inn. Admittedly he did not remember that much about the revelry after receiving the thanks of the Arl but he had come to like Perth and while still respective amd serious about him he did consider him a friend of sorts. Nothing like the others at the table, of course, but seeing him at the castle whenever he delivered goods he had become used to chatting with him. Of course, with a purpose. Fost hoped to be allowed to be training with the warriors of the Arl to improve his skills. He was suitably fitted out for a warrior, his body was strong and healthy. Still, he lacked the skill at arms he had seen in the fight and had vowed to become a proficient fighter like Perth.

Fost had particularly enjoyed the trips to the Crossroads village. Ever since Richard's fancy had turned elsewhere Fost had secret hopes about Gemma. Not that he presumed to stand any chances but she deigned to chat to him every now and then and Fost had learned rather befuddedly that he came to like her pretty smile, very much so. He had taken to bring her small trinkets or gifts, nothibg orecious, nothing that qould betray his interest too much. A couple of flowers picked at the side of the road, a pretty stone found at the river's shore, once even a green light scarf. Unfortunately he had no idea whether she liked those gifts or whether she thought him a nuissance. Many young men had taken an interest in the lovely girl so he was just one among many.
As it were, the whole matter was rather confusing to himself and he was beginning to think that he made a fool of himself. The last two days his restlessness had turned him into bad mood and he had muttered in the evenings at the inn that he intended to leave soon to roam the mountains searching for his father again.

A change was long overdue and thus Perth's urgency fit nicely.
"Let's go.", he said quite simply.

Brother Loran nodded and followed the others. Uncertain of his place in the group all seemed to have abilities and skills that might be called upon all he was was a priest and couldn't work out his worth against that of the others.

Still he had taken the gift so he was honour bound to go when called

OOC: Will Fost win Gemma's heart? Will her eyes always be turned to Richard? Will Richard even notice? Find out on the next installment of As the Stewpot Stirs!

Sorry, I couldn't resist. ;) That said, building relationships is an important part of the Dragon Age setting (even if the core rules don't codify building friendships/rivalries), so I definitely encourage that the gents build a life for themselves.

The arl's men make their way up the hill to the castle and into the main keep. In the main chamber, they find Eamon, Randon, and Mother Hanna waiting for them, the latter pair flanking the arl on his throne. Off to the side, horse master Dennet stands respectfully by.

"I'm sorry to tear you away from your respite, but a matter a grave urgency requires your assistance," the arl begins. "Four days ago, I sent four of my men to deliver an orphaned boy in my care to Our Lady Redeemer Monastery at Bournshire in the Bannorns. This afternoon, one of those escorts returned to us in the gravest of conditions.

"He reported an ambush on the road east to Lothering that slaughtered his fellow soldiers and took the child; he was lucky enough to be thought dead, and was able to use the last of his strength to reach Redcliffe. We do not expect him to survive the night, unless your singular talents are able to bring him back from the edge of the cliff, Brother Loran."

Randon continues for the arl, "We need you men to track the boy down, rescue him, and deliver him to Bournshire. You'll receive mounts, a cart, provisions for four weeks, and some silver for expenses. Any questions?"

"Will I be joining them, my lord?" Ser Perth asks expectantly. Something in his tone makes him appear eager to help out.

"No, Ser Knight. With four men now out of commission, I'll need you close," the arl says, sympathy in his words.

Brother Kiran stepped forward and looked first at mother Hanna before turning to the Arl "if you will permit while the provisions and equipment are being made ready I would indeed wish to look at the wounded soldier to see if all is lost for him or not and if he cannot be saved give him comfort in his last moments"

Fost listened with a grave face.
"Name of the person the boy was supposed to be delivered to. Name and description of the boy himself. Location, as best possible, of the ambush site. Any idea how many foes were encountered? Was magic used...", he muttered until he started in surprise as he realized that he had spoken out loud.
He cleared his throat.
"Apologies, I did not mean to..."
He repeated his musings and questions in a more civil and respectful manner.
"Of course, we are at your service and will depart as soon as possible."
Fost graved for a change and this was it. Of course, four guards had been overwhelmed. Did they stand even a chance to succeed where they failed? Even so, he was happy to leave the town for some time.
"We also need something the boy will recognize, so he will trust us completely and not fear a ruse. Something only he will know about."
Je frowned, cleared his throat again.
"I take it the survivor did not mention betrayal bx his comrades?"

Richard is delighted at the chance to go adventuring again, even more so when it's on a mission of importance assigned by Eamon himself.  "We shall find the boy and return him, while making sure those responsible are held accountable for their actions!  The site of the ambush sounds like the best place to start looking and we should depart before someone interferes with the site." he solemnly declares.

But first, he has to go say 'farewell' to someone very important to him.

Mikhail waited for an answer to Fost's concerns before moving. He wanted that information himself before they went on their way.

He does perk up a bit when they mention mounts. It had been a long time since had done any riding. That would have been before he left his father's lands, before he joined the Circle. It would be nice to get back to feeling comfortable in a saddle once more, even if it would take as much time as it did before to relearn everything.

Randon answered, "The boy's name is Alistair and he's about ten years old. Blond-ish hair, bit of a frowner. Average size for a boy his age.

"The prioress at the monastery is Mother Andrea. Bann Gerald of Bournshire is also aware of the boy's impending arrival. Regarding identifying yourselves, your medallions will more than suffice; Alistair idolized your heroics. Honestly, he'd probably be delighted just to know it's you who are rescuing him."

Ser Perth answered the question about the survivor. "He was barely able to relay the fact they were ambushed, his companions slaughtered, that the boy was taken, and that they were two days on the West Road when the attack happened. The man is truly in a bad way; if Brother Loran can work his trade and save him, we might get more from him."

Meanwhile, Mother Hanna escorts Brother Loran to where the soldier is resting.

His injuries are extensive. Two untreated arrow wounds, one in the thigh and the other near his heart, both terribly infected; several bruises that appear to have been from a fall; a massive bruise around a pinprick on his breastbone - possibly what was meant to be a killing blow absorbed by his armor? He certainly won't last the night without aid, but the severity of the infections may already be beyond traditional aid.

OOC: In other words, only magical healing will pull him back from the brink. And, given the severity of his condition, Loran only gets one shot at a healing spell. Go ahead and state how much Mana you're committing, attempt the Magic test vs. the Heal spell's TN 10, and roll the Healing effect, if you succeed.
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Ooc:
19:27, Today: Brother Loran rolled 14 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 2, 5.  Heal (TN 10) 3 mana.

Brother Loran moved quickly over to the wounded man and laid a gentle hand on his brow.

Feeling the fever with his hand he quickly set about making herbs and applying them to the wounds as his hands were busy tending the man's physical needs the brother started praying to the maker to me and his devine power to guide his hands and make the man while again.

Fost waited patiently until Loran came back, maybe with further details.
Meanwhile he felt a bit uncomfortable in the presence of the important figures of Redcliffe. Especially as he became aware that he would cause further dealy. He had to go back to his room and grab his gear, after all.

As he presses the herbs into the infected wounds, he intones his familiar prayer. The crushed herbs melt away and spread to the corners of the wounds, destroying signs of infection and knitting the flesh together. The prick on his breastbone closes entirely, leaving no evidence that it had ever occurred (although faded bruises remain around it), while the other wounds leave the telltale scarring that will later fade.

The soldier's breathing, once ragged, slows and calms, and his eyes open slightly.

"Thank you, Brother," he whispers before closing his eyes again.

The soldier falls asleep, and Loran and Mother Hanna return to the main hall.

"The young man will survive his wounds," the revered mother announces. "He's asleep at the moment, and we should probably let him do so without interruption."

Brother Loran looked up at the mother superior as the wounds closed he'd prayed before and the maker had guided him. Ut it was the first time anyone had seen this up close.

He waited for mother Hanna to say something but when she stayed quiet he simply collected his belongings and followed her back to the main hall.

Maybe she knows? Maybe she's always known? Maybe she isn't sure what she sees? Maybe she missed the miracle in the work? Maybe she believes the power is within the poultice?

Mother Hanna only ever seems to wear a look of compassion when she looks at him; it's difficult to tell what other thoughts or emotions may linger beneath it.

Loran has never heard her speak for or against apostates, even as she has publicly cautioned against the dangers of magic and the vulnerabilities of mages to demons; in fact, her sermons dealing with the subject are often translated into the personal lives of the villagers, and how such dangers mirror the choices and vulnerabilities in their own lives. Loran can't say he truly knows her stance toward those with magical ability and their place in society, beyond the warning of Transfigurations 1:2: "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him."

Fost nodded and muttered.
"No further information then."

The warrior adressed his companions.
" So be it, I guess that is all. We cannot wait for him to wake up in the hopes of some more to learn. Time is of essence, any tracks may be lost."
"I'm going to pick my gear and then we are good to go."

He turned to the Arl and his advisor and the Chantry mother.
"If you'll excuse us, we'll be on our way. Where will we be able to pick up the equipment you supply ?"

Once the logistics were settled and nailed down, Fost left to get his gear.

About half an hour later he was geared up and waiting for departure.

When he returned he noticed Ser Perth and approached him.
"Hello again. This is quite a long trip and yet the ambush happened only four days out? Do you know how they, the boy and the soldiers, travelled? By cart, mule, horse? I want to get a notion how far off Lothering they were."

Holding a small pack of books, ink and parchment, Mikhail was preparing to leave right alongside Fost, Richard and Loran. Strange things abounded around this particular mission. "I certainly hope it's by cart. I haven't ridden a horse since I joined the Circle. A shame, really. I was pretty good at it as a child. However, you bring up a good point. Do we have the information on where this location is?"

"He didn't give us much, but he did say two days out on the road," the knight says. "Based on that, we expect they were about a quarter of the way to Lothering along the West Road. They left with a wagon drawn by two mules, with a third to rotate them out."
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Brother Loran arrived with his healers pouch across his back and his walking staff in hand ready to travel

The arl entreats them to accept his hospitality to the quartet before they leave, and they dine on something deliciously other than fish for the first time in forever, it seems. The soldier wakes up just as the meal ends, and is able to tell his story.

He says they were on the wagon on their second day out of Redcliffe, where the West Road descends from the highlands and turns eastward again, when they were ambushed by a group of at least seven “bandits.” He was surprised that they attacked such a well-armed company (four footmen) that clearly wasn’t hauling any real valuable goods. They fought valiantly, but surprise and their lack of numbers helped do them in.

The soldier thinks they injured at least two of the attackers, maybe killing one, before they were overwhelmed - he says the bandits had a pair of “wickedly-accurate” archers. He can’t remember if he was the second or third man to fall, but, when he awoke, all of his compatriots were dead, the boy and the wagon were missing, and it was all he could do to drag himself back to Redcliffe. As far as he knows, the others’ bodies are still alongside the road.

He doesn’t remember magic being used at any point during the attack.

Armed with this information, the men set out in the dark, not wanting to wait until morning to start their search and rescue. It takes a little more than an hour to reach the crossroads, the cottages quiet and hearthfires low as every reasonable thinking being has already retired for the night.

The men turn east and head up into the Outskirts, passing the last of the farming houses on their way along the West Road. They only stop when the second moon Satina is nearly overhead, and allow for a short rest on a flat area just off the road.

Brother Loran, having taken the last of the watches, wakes his compatriots as the unseen sun starts to cast light into the eastern sky. They expect they have the full day to travel, and then some the next morning, before they reach the soldier’s description of the ambush site.

Fost had considered sneaking into the village to say good-bye to Gemma but refrained having no wish to listen to the mockery of his comrades. That, and the fact that it was early in the morning and the girl would hardly be happy about being woken by a man armed to the teeth.
And so he had watched Richard warily as the closed in on Crossroads who obviously had similar thoughts.
"Just keep going.", he said a bit more harshly than he had wanted to.
Richard was driving the cart. If he had any fancy notions about hurrying off to snatch a kiss they would all have to wait and that just would not do.
"We have been tasked by none other than the Arl himself. Not the time to fool around.", he warned and tried to remind his friend of the responsibility laid upon their shoulders.
Not that he could do anything if the rogue chose to do otherwise.
Fost steered his horse next to the ones pulling the cart, blocking the path down to the village.
"Just keep going.", he repeated.

Brother Loran was not naive to the ways of the heart although never having been with a woman he knew the signs well enough and smiled to himself at Fost's manner and actions.

He jumped off the wagon, after all he was fit and able to walk not wanting to burden the horse with unnecessary extra weight.

Gathering his healing pouch he strode along side with his sturdy walking staff to aid him

Taking the offered cart, Mikhail would let his companions lead the way with the cart, preferring to spend the time keeping with his lessons and studies as they moved, occasionally making notes or waving his hands to pull a bit of the Fade into his hands in a controlled manner, even if this brings some strange looks from a few of the others nearby.

As they began to approach the ambush sight for the first time, Mikhail was not convinced that the bandits were completely gone. Or whoever these people were. Any way, gripping his staff, it was time to track down this Alistair boy.

Time passed quickly while Richard assisted the others in getting ready to leave and track down the missing boy, so quickly even he was unable to sneak away to say farewell to the lovely Gemma.  Any time he tried, someone came up to him with another task, which grew increasingly annoying.

Before he left, however, he requested a guard deliver a note to Gemma from him explaining, in essence, his situation and he would come to see her upon his return.

All too soon, however, they were on the road heading to the ambush site.  Even though he was driving the cart, he still had to pay attention as bandits were all to frequent once you left the relative safety of town.

Tension fills the space between the two suitors as they pass through the Crossroads, although it seems to ease by the time they take their rest. They’re off again just as the sun peeks over the eastern horizon.

The men remain vigilant throughout the day; the elevation keeps the temperatures moderate for the summer season, helped by breezes that rise up from Calenhad and find their way into the pass. Thankfully, their progress is unimpeded and the group makes camp in a small roadside “travelers shack” in the bend north. The night is a bit cool, but quiet, and morning greets them once again.

OOC: Sorry this took so long. How are you folks aligned? Richard is driving the cart, but where are the others in relation to it. The West Road is wide enough for two carts or wagons to pass each other.

The men eat some rations to break their fast and get themselves back on the road. They travel northward for a time, until the sun has fully cleared the horizon and is lighting the whole of the land to the lake. As the bend approaches, the whole of the lake can be seen, glistening in the morning light.

Now heading eastward and knowing that they should be approaching the ambush site, the quartet redoubles their watchfulness. Rounding a bend, Fost about 10 yards ahead of the rest of the crew, they hear barking and growling sounds, as if a group of dogs are fighting.

From his position, Fost sees a trio of feral Mabari “arguing” over what appears to be at least a pair of decaying human corpses.

OOC: Okay, the nearest dog is about 44 yards from Fost. Map 0 shows positions.

"I would think we could ambush the mabari, if we acted quickly." claimed Richard, already stringing his bow at the sounds of growling.

11:36, Today: Richard rolled 17 using 3d6+3 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 2, 6.  Dex (Init)

I don't think initiative rolls grant stunt points, do they?

"I'd have to disagree with you on that. If we can see them, they probably could just as easily be smelling us. However, they apear to be having a bit of a row. Let's... see how this works out first. Prepare, of course. Don't ever let me tell you not to prepare." His staff was always out and ready, of course. However, that didn't mean it was the only or best way to go about this.

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09:49, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 11 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 2, 6.  DEX (Init).

Brother Loran moved to the left side of the wagon and readied his walking staff

21:54, Today: Brother Loran rolled 11 using 3d6+1 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 4, 4.  DEX init .

Aware that he did not ride a wartrained horse and realizing that his mount may bolt at the smell of blood and the barks of the growling canines, Fost grabbed his shield which had been slung on his back for the journey and rode closer keepoing on the right side to allow Richard line of sight. Maybe they would run from intimidation alone.
"Come on, we need to give those soldiers a decent burial, we cannot allow them to be feasted upon."
He did not even bother to comment on the possible outcome of an ambush on feral Mabari.

rolled 14 using 3d6+3 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 4, 4.  DEX (Initiative)
rolled 21 using 3d6+5 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 5, 5.  DEX (Riding) (if required)

Minor: Move @ horse speed of 18
Major: Ready shield
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Fost urges his mount forward as the others prepare where they are. The Mabari stop their infighting at the newcomer's approach, and place themselves between the interloper and "their" lunch. Each growls a low, menacing growl; it's clear they don't appreciate the interruption.

OOC: Okay, we're starting with Round 1. Initiative order is below. Since Richard and one of the Mabari tied all the way through the third tiebreaker, I'm going to say that the PC goes first in that situation. (I've updated the rules clarification thread to include the initiative house rules.)

We'll start with Richard, but everyone feel free to post actions for the round when you're able.

Fost drew one of his throwing axes and hurled it at the nearest canine foe.

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Minor: Ready
Major: Attack
rolled 15 using 3d6+4 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 4, 3.  Throwing Axe attack, short range/melee.
rolled 11 using 1d6+6.  Throwing Axe Damage.

If I am already engaged by the time it's my turn to act, it's a melee attack instead

2 SP for Defensive Stance
2 SP for Mighty Blow
rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  Mighty Blow.

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Even though not being a fighter Brother Loran moved forward so that he would be within running distance of Fost if he needed healing and holding his staff in both hands he started to pray to the maker.

suddenly he felt at piece and a caalm fell over him as if the maker was standing by his side at his hour of need

so suddenly that it surprised him as much as all around a bolt off pure light lanced across the space between himself and the nearest Mabari

ooc

19:03, Today: Brother Loran rolled 12 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 4, 1.  Arcane Lance attack.

19:05, Today: Brother Loran rolled 10 using 1d6+4.  Arcane Lance Damage
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"Let's get this over with.  It's a shame to lose some hounds but if they've gone feral they're a danger to anyone passing by this way."

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Not sure if this counts as sneak attack so I'll add the extras in parenthesis in case it does

minor: aim at closest mabari
major: shoot mabari with bow

17:01, Today: Richard rolled 11 (13) using 3d6+3 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 3, 3.  shoot arrow at mabari.
2 stunt points: mighty blow
17:04, Today: Richard rolled 9 using 2d6+6 with rolls of 2,1.  bow damage w/ mighty blow.
17:05, Today: Richard rolled 5 (total of 14) using 1d6 with rolls of 5.  possible sneak attack damage.

OOC: The Backstab Rogue class ability is melee only, which is borne out by the gameplay in all three DA video games. So, no ranged attack may make extra damage in that way.

And, yes, in sequence, the bow has to be drawn (Ready Minor action), the arrow has to be loaded (Minor action reload property performed as a Major action), which could’ve been done on his last turn), aim (Minor action), and then fire (Ranged Attack Major action)

The closest Mabari (Mabari Blue) is about 46 yards away from Richard’s position, so the attack is at Long Range.

Aim grants a +1 attack, and long range imposes a -2 attack, giving Richard a total modifier of +2. The raw roll was 8, resulting in a 10. A miss.

Richard’s shot sails high and appears to catch the boot of one of the fallen Redcliffe guards. The target animal flinches slightly, but their ire is already roused, and the trio of feral animals rush the mounted warrior, growling through gnashing teeth.

OOC: Each of the dogs takes a Move Minor action and a Run Major action.

As the first dog comes within reach, Fost draws out his throwing axe and buries it into the animal’s shoulder with a mighty swing. Meanwhile, he maneuvers his mount to ensure the dogs don’t get a clean attack on him.

OOC: Since Mabari (White) is the first to act, we’ll say that’s the first one in his range. A 15 is a hit, and Feral Mabari (White) takes a total of 15 Health in damage. It’s definitely hurt, but it’s still in fighting shape.

Fost has +2 Defense until the beginning of his next turn.

Leaving his mount behind, Brother Loran moves forward; the Maker’s presence is strong, and energizes the air around him. The energy discharges almost like a lightning bolt, and the surprise makes the young acolyte jump, sending the blast over the beast’s head.

OOC: A 12 is a miss.

Okay, Mikhail is next, followed by Richard at the top of Round 2. Group 0 Map has been updated.

Damage Taken
Brother Loran (23)
Fost (40)
Mikhail (27)
Richard (32)

Mabari (Blue) 0
Mabari (Red) 0
Mabari (White) -15

Round 2

So surprised with what had just happened brother Loran nearly dropped his staff even so he fell to his knees.

Gripping the staff in two hands he renewed his praying now knowing the maker was with him he opened his heart to the power racing through him to make him a vessel for the power of his lord.

Ooc

12:46, Today: Brother Loran rolled 15 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 5, 4.  Arcane Lance attack

12:47, Today: Brother Loran rolled 9 using 1d6+4.  Arcane Lance Damage.
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Sighing, he picks up his own staff, "Or we could just attack the Mabari right now and throw caution to the wind." Whipping it around, he let loose a blast of energy toward the wounded Mabari.

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09:01, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 15 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 3, 2.  Arcane Bolt.
Damage: 2d6+6 on failed save, 1d6 on successful save.
MP: 13/15

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"How could I miss such an easy shot?" Richard asks himself in disbelief.  As if to make up for it, he reloads his bow and fires again at the wounded Mabari.

minor: reload bow
major: 11:08, Today: Richard rolled 13 using 3d6+3 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 4, 4.  shoot arrow at mabari.
2 stunt points: mighty blow
11:10, Today: Richard rolled 10 using 2d6+6 with rolls of 2,2.  damage (assuming attack hits).

The wounded dog isn’t able to avoid the bolt and takes the full brunt of the arcane energy. It yelps once and collapses in a heap where it stood.

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Mabari (White), rolled 13 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 2, 3.  Dexterity (Acrobatics).

Evil GM, on behalf of Mikhail Loren, rolled 14 using 2d6+6 with rolls of 6,2.  Arcane Bolt Damage.

Round 2

His initial target down, Richard adjusts his aim to the dog in front of the Fost’s mount; however, the additional range and combat conditions forces him to shoot too fine, and the arrow strikes the ground to the left of the animal.

The dog on Fost’s right breaks and runs at the thunderous blast of arcane energy; however, the other stands fast and nips at the mount.

OOC: Mabari Red has moved 3 yards beyond the right edge of the map.

Evil GM, for the NPC Mabari Blue, rolled 11 using 3d6+5 with the AGE System.  Dexterity (Bite).

Evil GM, for the NPC Mabari Blue, rolled 7 using 1d6+4.  Damage Bite 1d6+4.

I stopped here, because Fost needs to make a TN11 Dexterity (Riding) to keep control of the horse.

Damage Taken
Brother Loran (23)
Fost (40)
Mikhail (27)
Richard (32)

Fost’s Mount -7

Mabari (Blue) 0
Mabari (Red) 0 Fleeing
Mabari (White) Dying

[Round 02]

One hound attacked his horse, but Fost nimbly steered his horse with a pressure of his strong legs to keep in the saddle.

Beset by several huge hounds Foat considered retreat but feared for his friends. So he threw his axe with force at one of the mabari and then drew his large blade to continue the fight.

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Major: Attack
Minor: Ready Bastard Sword
rolled 10 using 1d6+6.  Throwing Axe Damage.
rolled 15 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 6, 3.  Throwing Axe attack, short range,  @ wounded mabari.

rolled 16 using 3d6+5 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 3, 5.  DEX (Riding).
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The horse simply doesn't appreciate being put in this situation and protests with a whinny as the warrior expertly maneuvers it with his knees.

He slams the axehead into the dog's flank before it bounces off ribs and tumbles to the ground. The animal yelps and hops back as Fost pulls his heavy blade.

OOC: Okay, we have Loran and Mikhail to finish the round, and Richard at the top of Round 3, should the beast last that long. Note that neither Richard nor Loran have a good shooting line at Mabari (Blue) from where they stand, as Fost & his mount obscure most of the hound.

Damage Taken
Brother Loran (23)
Fost (40)
Mikhail (27)
Richard (32)

Fost’s Mount -7

Mabari (Blue) -10
Mabari (Red) 0 Fleeing
Mabari (White) Dying

Bolstered by the miracles he was channeling brother Loran moved forward changing his prayer to one about weakening the foe with the cleansing words of the maker.

This time instead of a pure bolt of light a shimmering wave of eldritch energy appeared next to the hound attacking Fost and started to envelop it.


Ooc

18:10, Today: Brother Loran rolled 14 using 3d6+4 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 4, 4.  Weakness (TN 11).

Letting out another bolt of power, nice and fast, he let the bolt of power streak toward the other Mabari.

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10:55, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 15 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 4, 1.  Arcane Bolt.

MP: 11/15

Richard maneuvers for a clearer (and closer) shot by hopping down off the cart and off to the side a little.

Move: move for a clear shot
minor: load bow
major: shoot at last mabari

11:51, Today: Richard rolled 12 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 3, 4.  fire arrow at mabari.
Pretty sure that's a miss...

[Round 03]

Fost slashed down with his blade as he nudged the horse to the side to allow his friends a clear sight.

rolled 18 using 3d6+5 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 6, 1.  DEX (Riding).
rolled 13 using 2d6+5.  Bastard Sword Damage.
rolled 13 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 4, 2.  Bastard Sword attack

The wave of energy surrounds the animal, and it seems to sag under the weight of its own body.

OOC: Failed save. Mabari (Blue) suffers -1 Strength, -1 Dexterity, and -5 Speed for 2 rounds (the Dragon Die of the casting roll).

The spell also generated 2 Stunt Points. You can spend those to reduce the mana cost to 2 (from 3).

The circle mage’s followup bolt slams into the impaired dog; it’s legs wobble, but the Mabari remains standing.

OOC: Failed save.

Damage: Evil GM, on behalf of Mikhail Loren, rolled 8 using 2d6+6 with rolls of 1,1.  Arcane Bolt Damage.

Round 3

OOC: A character only receives a Minor and a Major action on their turn. A Move is a Minor Action (and a Run is a Major Action), and a Minor Action can be performed in place of a Major Action.

So, Richard would be able to move and load this round, or load and shoot. Since the intent was to get a better angle, I’m going to say he moves and loads this round.

Richard hops down off the cart and moves obliquely to get a better angle on his next shot as he loads his bow.

OOC: Mounting/dismounting costs half your move distance. Next round, if you use your Minor action to move before you fire, you’ll likely have cleared its cover.

The dog is either too brave or thick headed to flee, and continues to attack Fost’s mount.

OOC: Attack Fost’s mount with Bite.
Evil GM, for the NPC Mabari Blue, rolled 11 using 3d6+4 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System.  Dexterity (Bite); -1 Dex pen accounted for.

Evil GM, for the NPC Mabari Blue, rolled 9 using 1d6+3.  Damage Bite 1d6+3.

Stunt: Knock Prone!

The horse panics at the dog’s repeated attack, and it rears and attempts to skip away at the same time, losing its balance and tumbling to the ground, unceremoniously dumping its rider.

OOC: Fost needs to make a Dexterity (Riding) check vs. TN15 to avoid being knocked prone!

Damage Taken
Brother Loran (23)
Fost (40)
Mikhail (27)
Richard (32)

Fost’s Mount -7 -16

Mabari (Blue) -18 (-1 STR, -1 DEX, -5 SPEED)
Mabari (Red) 0 Fleeing (it's now 51 yards beyond the right edge of the map, effectively out of the fight)
Mabari (White) Dying

The warrior is able to slide off the back of his mount as it rears, and avoids getting tangled up in its fall. With practiced strength and precision, he brings his blade down on the Mabari and downs it with the powerful stroke.

OOC: Okay, we'll suspend combat here. Two Mabari are at 0 health and the third has fled the field.

With concern Fost immediately hastened to his horse to see how serverly it had been hurt.
With a plea in his eyes he looked at Loran, hoping that he might be able to dress its wounds.

Both bite wounds are significant, but they also appear to have just gotten flesh; even with his limited knowledge of the care of horses, Fost believes mount should recover (barring the wound festering). The animal is still agitated, though, and may take some calming down before it's ready to allow a rider again.
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Brother Loran felt physically drained from what had just happened but there was concern in his eyes when he watched Fost hurry to his horse to check the wounds.

The brother moved towards his friend and his mount laying a gentle hand on the horses neck he said a simple prayer asking for the maker to calm the animal so he could tend the injuries.

As he spoke the words he felt a warmth in his palm that spread from him to the animal and he smiled to himself as the maker answered this one last prayer.


ooc

20:03, Today: Brother Loran rolled 10 using 3d6+4 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 4, 1.  Heal (TN 10).

will spend 2 mana for 2d6 healing


20:12, Today: Brother Loran rolled 7 using 2d6 with rolls of 6,1.  healing

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No poultice. No healing herbs. Just the warmth of his touch transferred the healing energy to the animal, who visibly relaxed as the wounds knitted themselves together.

To the others, this display of power at the young brother's hands is unexpected, to say the least. To Mikhail, while the invocations are prayers, the effects are clearly familiar.

After watching the Brother work magic during the fight, he was already a bit suspicious. However, now with power fully on display, there was no doubt. In a breathy loud whisper, he had to utter a word, "Apostate." An illegal mage, outside the Circle, travelling with them all having been in the Chantry as a ley member for how long. The lie...

brother Loran heard the word spoken and looked up towards the mage confusion and fear in his eyes.

"no you are mistaken " he said quietly " it is the will of the maker that works through me did you not just witness his devine light strike the create and his mighty words weaken another. this is the makers doing I have prayed and he has answered to heal our friends mount." there was a tremor in his voice but also the believe that the maker was working through him and what has just happened were miracles

Oblivious to the discussion on magic and circles and renegade magic-users Fost was just glad that the horse's wounds had closed.
He was not yet attached to the horse, had not even registered its name, but he would loathe a dead horse to explain to the Arl.
"Thank you."

Then he did register the discusssion after all and frowned.
"When we return we must inform the Templars. There's no way around it. I have no idea what the discussion is truly about, but clearly we must prevent you being hunted down, friend Loran, due to some misunderstanding."

"Right, let's bury the dead soldiers and see if we can find any further clues."

Clearly the whole matter was way over his head and right now he prefered to close his eyes against the implications.
Instead he indicated for Richard to drive the wagon to the ambush site.

rolled 13 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 2, 3.  PER.
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Richard gets up and moves the cart over to the bodies.  Once there, he dismounts to examine the grisly scene.  He moves about, looking for anything which might be a clue: discarded weapons, ripped uniforms, anything as to the identity of the attacker(s).  After starting at the scene for quite some time, however, he is pretty sure there is nothing to be found.

He will as of yet pay little attention to the incoming storm between the mage and the chantry priest.

15:27, Today: Richard rolled 7 using 3d6+3 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 1, 2.  perception check.

Brother Loran decided this argument could wait as Fost had said there were dead to Bury.

Searching the wagon he found a shovel and finding soft ground started to dig.

His mind was realling from the power of the maker followed by what mage Loren had said but he put it all aside and while he dug the graves started to remember words to comfort the dead when they were put to rest

The earth in this area is, thankfully, not difficult to work - when you get away from the trees and the rocks, that is - and the good brother-apostate draws back the sleeves of his robe and gets to digging.

Richard and Fost approach the bodies, and the stench of death just about knocks them over; they have to tightly cover their noses and mouths to keep themselves from retching. Thankfully, Mikhail has a convenient remedy for that and casts a spell he remembers from his early training - it places a small scent in their noses that blocks out all other smells for a time.

It’s strange to smell cinnamon-and-honey-preserved apples while looking at the bloat of corpses four days dead, but here they are.

Richard can find little useful information as to the identity of the attackers as he inspects the dead; damage to the armor tells them that arrows and blades were the weapons of choice, which is no surprise for bandits, really - and they don’t think any mages were involved, given the lack of “exotic” marks on the armor. The arrows left behind don’t seem to have any signature of manufacture, although the fletching appears to be made from grouse feathers. That fact would point to manufacture by someone who makes arrows for hunting. (Unfortunately, grouse are common across southern Thedas, and there’s nowhere that prefers them over other birds; soldiers almost exclusively use goose feathers, as they’re more easily gathered in large numbers, so one might be able to conclude the attackers weren't in the obvious employ of an arl or bann.)

They do, though, find that a wagon has been recently taken off the trail and down the hill overland (to the north). The tracks seem relatively easy to follow, at least in this section of the hillside.

The bodies are soon enough in the earth and Brother Loran recites the chant for the dead and prayers for the souls of the men, and the graves are covered.

As they start to inspect the tracks in earnest, they find two things:

First, the trail leads to a winding...not really a path, per se, as there seems to be little evidence of passage, aside from the evidence of one wagon's passage.

Second, a sack seems to have fallen off the wagon. A quick inspection reveals that it's filled with dried fruits and nuts, including a variety of berry unique to the Crossroads area (and identical to the proportions of rations the group has been given for their own journey); it's likely this fell off a wagon that originated in Redcliffe.

Mikhail meditated for a moment as they worked, trying to regain his mana for the next leg of the journey, albeit minus a bit of magic to help with the smell. Resting and refocusing his mind to ensure that he could provide help to the others was important to him, and important to the Circle.

The fact that a ley member of the Chantry, a Brother no less, was a mage brought far too many questions which threatened to disrupt his focus and provide a distraction from their current goal. Whatever the Brother thought, it was clear to Mikhail magic was involved. The Brother could lie to himself or actually be lying to all of them. It would not do well for anyone to learn of this until all were behind closed doors. As a believer himself, Mikhail was a bit conflicted. The Chant of Light had clear instructions for users of magic, but what of those who never realized they possessed magic in the first place. Were they to say that there was no Spirit of the Law, only its Letter? That felt like something reserved for a high ranking Cleric.

He was grateful to see these men given burials, even if it took time for them to do so. A recognition of the mortal realm and a grounding in this reality was good enough for him at the moment. Now would come the hard part. Following the trail set before them seemed to be the most apt way to go, but also seemed to be the way likely to be ambushed on. Not ideal, but it would be faster. And, since time is of the essence, perhaps it would be a better way of doing things.

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Minimum amount of MP I can regain from a quick meditation is 5, and I'm only missing 4 so...

"Pretty obviously they knew what they wanted: the boy. With that purpose in mind, would you really take that cumbersome wagon and go cross-country? Would be so stupid as not make sure not to drop this sack?"
"Honesty I think this is too obvious to be anything but a false lead. But what other option do we have?", Fost said in frustration at their failed search of the area. How had the attackers arrived here?

After venting his frustrations, the warrior realizes there are some possible explanations for what he's seeing on the ground.

First, he remembers that the surviving guard says the attackers had left during the time he was unconscious; given the injuries of the others, the attackers likely thought all of the guards dead. They may have thought that they had at least two weeks before anyone in Bournshire missed the boy and their soldiers and began looking.

Second, a cart is a useful item, even going overland, especially as well provisioned as it was for an 11-day-long journey for five.

Third, it's possible the boy wasn't just an idle prisoner. What if he dropped the sack as a way to point searchers in the direction he was being taken? Even if animals broke into it to get at the fruits and nuts (and he's a bit surprised that they hadn't...perhaps the proximity of the corpses scared off prey animals), the bag would likely have survived some time after. And, if the boy is actively assisting in his own rescue, maybe there are more clues along the way?

OOC: I rolled a Cunning (Military Lore) test on Fost's behalf; with a 15, the warrior remembers much of his military tactics. :)

After they had buried the corpses and said the appropriate prayers, performed the correct rituals and discussed the scene it was time to continue on.
"Well then, like I already said: that's our only lead. So let's follow it, right?"

Fost was more mobile than his companions so he would ride ahead twenty yards every now and then, dismount and check for further tracks or clues

Nodding, Mikhail hefted himself on his feet, "I don't like the idea of following the tracks of our enemies, but you are right. It's the best we got. Maybe I'm just a bit more on edge since we discovered Loren's magical abilities."

He still couldn't get that entirely out of his head. He sincerely hoped that it was just ignorance on the Brother's part, and not an active attempt to deceive.

Brother Loran looked down cast and eyed the mage with sad eyes "it was the maker working through me it is the only explanation there is" he said in a quiet voice as he gathered his stuff up.

"for now let us find the boy and return home  then I will hand myself over to the mother superior and what will be will be the maker will be standing by my side so I will endure what is to come but the boy first"

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"If we want to rescue the boy we really only have one option, don't we." Richard asked, more of a statement than a question.  "Still, we had best hurry however.  We may get the advantage of surprise if the kidnappers think they still have time before they're discovered."

He is, however, starting to pay attention to the discussion between the two spell casters but he won't get involved just yet.

A sudden mistrust hanging in the air, the four friends head north, off the road to follow the only lead they have. While the path is untrod, save the cuts made by the previous cart, the descent is surprisingly gentle and undemanding of Richard’s driving skills.

OOC: Okay, we’re going to use the Advanced Test rules to resolve tracking the cart overland.

An Advanced Test has two components; first is the test difficulty against which you must roll, and the second is the Success Threshold, which is the sum of the degrees of success for each successful test.

For the tracking test, each individual test will be Perception (Tracking) against a Difficulty of Average (11). If a test is successful, then the Dragon Die of that result will count toward the Success Threshold, which is Average (10). Once you pass the Success Threshold, you succeed on the Advanced Test.

Note that the whole test will have a degree of success, with different results depending on how many rolls it takes to cross the Success Threshold.

Go ahead and decide which character(s) will make tracking tests, and roll the first test.

1. 08:54, Today: Fost rolled 16 using 3d6+2 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 4, 5.  PER (T.
   Success, +5
   
2. 08:55, Today: Fost rolled 12 using 3d6+2 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 3, 4. PER (Tracking).
   Success, +3
   
3. 17:48, Today: Fost rolled 13 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 2, 6.  PER (Tracking).
   Success, +3
   
   Completed

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OOC: Completed the advanced test in three rolls.

The travel overland is slow going, as the track and footing are sometimes rough and a more winding route is required to get around some obstacles. Eventually, though, they find themselves on a lightly worn track in the lower regions (still about a half-day away from the water) that seems to see occasional use.

They continue along for the better part of the afternoon when they come upon a section that seems to have been recently trampled over by a pair of humanoid footprints; they appear oddly shaped, one large and wide and the other small and narrow. Both, though, are soled, which indicates boots or even sabatons, and they appear to wander off side-by-side the way they came.

Forty yards of shallow slope rises to meet a low escarpment that appears to be 10-20 yards high. At the base of the plateau, the party spies a cart turned on its side and laid up against the cliff face. Even from this distance, the cart is at a strange angle, like it’s been pulled up on an edge (rather than sitting flat against the slope).

OOC: A sabaton is mailed footwear.

The path travels SW to NE, and the footsteps come from the NE, mill around, and then return the way they came to the NE.

Putting my clarification in the game thread: You folks are on a path, with a low slope to your east. The slope meets the base of the escarpment/plateau about 40 yards from your position. If you walk up the slope, you will come to the base of the escarpment, which rises as a cliff about 10-20 yards to the top.

The cart is laying oddly against the base of the escarpment, and it appears pretty much intact from your vantage point.

First, you gents receive 250 exp each for the Mabari encounter and investigation around the ambush site. Second, you receive 100 exp each for the successful tracking of the cart, and a bonus 100 exp for succeeding in three rolls. So, that's a total of 450 exp each, which should bring each of you up to 900 exp total.
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Fost looked down the cliff and rubbed his chin.
"Either they carried the lad or he went elsewhere. Also, just two pairs of foot prints is strange, there must have been more attackers."
"I suggest to get up there, one of us that is, while the others cover with ranged weapons. Check if there's any further tracks or something"
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Brother Loran stepped forward. "if it had been pushed over the cliff it would be in worse state than it is now. It looks like it was turned on its side rather than fallen in that position. Could they have themselves been attacked and used the cart as cover with the cliff to their back for protection? "

"I agree with Brother Loran in that it looks like the cart has been placed that way.  Climbing down sounds like a sound plan but I may be a little stealthier.  I'm good either way, but whoever goes down there needs to have a way out just in case."

"Yes, Richard, but you are the better shot. I'd rather go myself and have my ass covered by you bow than having to cover your ass.", Fost said.

Then he shrugged.
"Guess I'm fine either way, though."

"Your plan is sound, I will cover you." He exclaims as he draws his bow and places an arrow on the string, ready to draw at a moment's notice.

Fost nodded, picked up his bow, notched an arrow and cautiously approached the cart, trying to keep a low profile and being as stealthy as possible-

Fost moves slowly, deliberately even, in his attempt to be quiet as he approaches the overturned cart. As he's about halfway up the slope, he begins to realize that the cart has to be held fast by something, as there's no way it could remain at that angle naturally.

OOC: Basically the angle of the cart against the cliff wall isn't stable; it's currently aligned at a 10-15 degree angle, when it would need at least a 40 degree angle to come to rest against the cliff wall.

As he nears about two-thirds of the way to the cart, he notices that there may be an opening behind it, perhaps even large enough for men to take shelter within it...

Fost was puzzled by the cart and its position and was incapable to grasp how it came into it.

He put away his bow and took up his axe and shield instead and stealthily approached the cart in a circle, advacning on the cliff side to get to the assumed cave entracne without being seen himself. Straining his ears to hear anything to be warned...

rolled 16 using 3d6+2 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 2, 6.  PER.
rolled 14 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 6, 1.  DEX (Stealth).
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His senses heightened by the strangeness of the cart's placement, he moves quietly toward it along the cliff wall. As he draws near, Fost can see the mechanism behind the magic - it looks like someone used rope to pull it against the rock. The rope is taught, and the warrior expects that it's secured somewhere in the cave.

He hears whispers carried in the air from the cave, although they're too quiet to be deciphered. Three distinct "tones," though, making him thing at least three people are hiding somewhere within.

OOC: The cart is being held fast by ropes. Fost could probably reach out with his blade and, with some work, cut them free.

There's clearly a cave behind the cart (since the ropes pass into it). The cave mouth is probably 5' high, or so, so most folks will have stoop a bit to enter it; however, Fost can't see into the cave itself, due to the angle. He'd have to try to look through gaps in the cart or cut the ropes to pull the cart down.

Fost cautiously retreatwd back to his friends and reported his findings.

>Fost looked at his friends.
"Well ?"
"I suggest we go there and attack, keep one alive, though."
"I doubt they will want to talk instead without any conflict, but if you want to try Richard I'll cover your back."

Brother Loran was uncomfortable with the talk of killing but he was more concerned with the boy's safety. " I will wait outside the cave mouth and come in when the killing has finished to tend the boy" he said quietly

Richard joins in the conversation, "I'm also under the impression they aren't interested in talking.  They also seem to have put themselves in a rather defensible position and rooting them out may prove difficult."  He pauses to consider, "I wonder if that's the only way into the cave...?"

Fost nooded.
"Yes, we should indeed check for another entry option. Let's scout the area."

"Well... I mean, if it's a cave, it would only make sense that their would be some sort of convient escape entrance." Swinging his staff to his left hand, he would get ready to follow them.

OOC: Whomever is performing the search needs to make a Perception (Searching) test vs. a hidden TN.

rolled 10 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 1, 2.  PER.

Brother Loran stepped forward slightly and gave the area a look over to.


18:50, Today: Brother Loran rolled 13 using 3d6+2 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 1, 5.  PER

Fost moves further along the edge of the plateau's base, searching for another entrance to the clumsily-hidden caves. He stops a few hundred yards away, just in sight of his compatriots - although they're are clearly just small stick figures on the bleak terrain - finding no other entrance to under the escarpment.

Looking away from the plateau, the land slopes down toward the distant shores of Lake Calenhad. The pathway continues to follow the contour of the plateau's base, and still roughly 40 yards away; he notices the heavy footsteps begin to turn away from the path and down the slope, disappearing through a sip in the landscape.

Just beyond, Fost notices hexagonal "dwarven steps" that occasionally dot the landscape; he had heard of similar steps leading to entrances to the Deep Roads along the northern coast of Ferelden. The oddly-shaped footprints leading to something that might indicate a Deep Roads entrance might be near makes the warrior's mind wander to the possibility of them belonging to darkspawn. (At least they're walking toward the rock formation, and not away from them...)

OOC: If you look at the main picture at the top of the page, you get an idea of what the rock formation looks like.

https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Rifts_on_the_Coast
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Fost scratched his head at the possibility of a nearby entrance to the Dwarven Realms.
As he mused on the horrors that might use these ways instead he called over Richard... or was just about to, when he realized that shouting might well warn those hiding in the cave. He caught himself just in time. Instead he tried to wave over Richard to draw his attention to draw the rogue's attention to the presumed tracks and asking for his better tracking skills about his fear of deepspawn.
Sighing heavily as Richard had not followed at all he stopped his waving and walked back instead to share his observation.
"Well, I hope you were having a pleasant pause, yes ?"
Only Loran had actually helped in searching for a possible second entry.
"So, I did not find anything, so we're back to where we started. Attack them or try to talk to them."

Richard snapped to attention, irritated that he had been daydreaming while he companions searched for an alternate entrance.  "Let me go take a look." as he wanders off in the hopes of finding something, anything.  A short while later he returns, "I couldn't find anything either.  They might be willing to talk but we can try, even though I have my doubts."

11:02, Today: Richard rolled 10 using 3d6+3 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 1, 3.  perception check.
If a 13 didn't find anything a 10 certainly won't either...

OOC: Of course, the 13 may have succeeded in confirming nothing, and the 10 also succeeded in the same... ;)

Richard confirms the tracks seem to go over to the group of dwarven steps, but finds no other evidence to confirm Fost's fears of nearby darkspawn. He also fails to find any sort of second entrance to the cave; it's not unusual for a cave to have a single entrance.

The group gathers around the overturned cart, where the option of talking to the kidnappers is floated. First, though, they have to release the cart from the rope that holding it against the rock face.

Looking over the cart, Mikhail just points to the ropes. "I take it cutting it isn't an option? Are we trying to go in quietly, or do we care if they notice our presence?"

while the others talked quietly Brother Loran looked over the cart, surely no one would seal themselves into a cave especially if this was the only way out, perhaps they had rigged up a system that allowed the cart to be released like a door so they could come and go when needed.

ooc

18:34, Today: Brother Loran rolled 11 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 2, 4.  PER.

Peering in, Brother Loran sees both lines wrapping around a stone about 2-3 yards back. Clearly, it's a single line, secured to the cart at both ends, and wrapped around the rock to hold it fast. Whomever did this would be able to release the cart rather quickly.

A thought crossed his mind; is the cart's mule in there with them?

Fost grew restless, this was leading nowhere and none of them seemed to want to take the responsibility for whatever action they did take in the end.
He whipped out his large sword, grabbed his shield and approached the ropes.
"Let's see what they are made of.", he warned his friends, waited a bit for them to realize that he would now cut off the rope and thus let down the uncanny door and attack.

Then he slahed apar the ropes and immediately followed inside, shield raised high, intent to attack who ever faced them.

rolled 14 using 3d6+3 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 3, 4.  DEX (Initiative)


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just before Fost cut the rope Brother Loran ran a quick calculation through his mind and made sure that the others were out of the way and that Fost was cutting the rope from a position that meant none of them got hit by the cart as it swung open

At Fost's notice, Richard nocked an arrow then drew back his bow, ready to fire.

14:43, Today: Richard rolled 15 using 3d6+3 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 6, 3.  initiative.

Well then, it's time to do this. Grabbing his staff, he waited for Fost's command to head deeper into the cave.

10:34, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 16 using 3d6+2 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 6, 2.  Initiative.

The group gathers near the cart, ensuring they’re clear of its expected path once the ropes are cut. Fost hacks at the ropes, striking and severely fraying one, and then decides to slice on the taught line. The first one flies apart, each end recoiling in the opposite direction.

Fost cuts the second one, and it comes apart cleanly. The cart falls away from the opening, its momentum tipping it onto its wheels, where it rolls for a yard before coming to rest.

From within the opening, the men hear a whispered expletive echo through. “They found us!” another voice says. “The damned darkspawn found us!”
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"Wait, Darkspawn??" Richard questioned nervously, suddenly looking around as if expecting them to suddenly appear out of the ground.  "What do you mean, Darkspawn?"

Fost was just as perplexed as Richard.

"No Darkspawn. Release the boy unharmed right now or you will wish it actually were just Darkspawn!", he shouted menacingly while moving to the side to not present a target to any ranged combattants.

Unintelligible whispers echo through the caves, then the second voice says, "Yeah, about that. We ran into a nest of spiders in here, and only barely got through, so we're stuck where we are. You'll need to take care of them if you want us out."

Fost looked incredulously at Richard, his mouth forming: What?

Richard looks to Fost, then raises his shoulders and hands in the universal gesture of 'I have no idea either...'

Then turning to the cave, he answers, "Spiders then, is it?  We'll see what we can do to get you out of there as quickly as possible."  Then, as if for further confirmation, "Who are you?  And how many of you are trapped in there?"  Some questions can be saved until later.

"There's three of us," the first voice says. After a pause, it adds, "And the boy."

"It bodes well for you that you mentioned that.  Can we hear from the boy that he's all right?" Richard answers, "We are coming in, be ready for us."  Then, almost as remembering an important detail, "I may have purchased a small number of torches before we left, but my archery precluded me from holding one during combat."

OOC: I don't think I've ever encountered Darkspawn before and I'm fairly certain I don't know they're (mostly) incapable of speech.

Richard's hunch asking for a confirmation about the boy's presence has Fost nodnin appreciation.
Foat gripped his blade harder.
Why had they closed the entry with such effort and then become overwhelmed by spiders?
Fost was cautious.
"I wonder if there even is enough space to use your bow."

Brother Loran stood back to allow the fighting men to access the cave.

He racked his brain for all the knowledge he had on spiders, poisons and  possible wounds he might face once they had res ued the boy and his captures

Fost looked around.
"Loran, can you hold the torch ?"
Then Fost advanced slowly and cautiously into the cave, watching the ceiling, too, for spiders were excellent climbers.

Brother Loran took the offered torch and followed behind Fost keeping a distance to allow the fighter room in case he needed to defend himself

"I guess we're about to find out...." Richard replies to Fost, then pulls a torch out of his pack, lights it, and hands it to Loran.

He then nocks an arrow but does not draw the string, yet.

One torch might not shed enough light, so Mikhail tapd his staff on the ground, funneling a small amount of power into the tip in an orange witchlight. "Better safe and well lit then sorry and darkened."

The outside light filtering in and the mage’s witchlight reveals a bend in the chamber about 4 yards in. Against the wall on the right are a number of barrels and cases consistent with supplies. It’s as if the kidnappers had enough time to unload the cart before tying it up (although the basic nature of the knots and the way it was wrapped around the knob of rock in the cave ceiling means securing the cart was probably the shorter task).

OOC: Okay, I’ve set up the cave map in Map 0, as you gents move forward, I’ll move the “spoilers” covers. (The dungeon map was generated using donjon’s fantasy dungeon generator. That’s a good website to use.)
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Fost checked the barrels and crates briefly to look for any identification marks to link to their town.
Afterwards, he moved further around the bend as soon as sufficient light was available

Richard moved somewhat behind Fost maintaining enough distance to support with his bow.  As he moves, he will also examine the room while keeping an eye for hostiles downrange.

Brother Loran held the torch high behind Richard to cast enough light for Fost at the front but not enough to effect his or Richards vision

Mikhail tried to remain closer Fost, letting the Warrior take the lead with enough light for him to see what he wanted to do, provided he was okay with the unnatural steady glow from the quickly conjured witchlight.

Fost immediately recognizes the maker’s mark on the barrels as belonging to Redcliffe’s resident cooper. He also finds a parchment-wrapped pack of unleavened bread that had fallen behind the barrels; a quick inspection shows the bread is starting to go bad (which makes sense, given that it’s been about a week).

The southward corridor continues beyond the mage’s light.

Fost continued onwards down the corridor

The group continues forward, moving carefully down the corridor for about a score yards. As they near a bend, they start to see strands of webbing on the ceiling and walls glinting in the witchlight. The floor, as of yet, doesn't seem covered, but the strands themselves seem cleaned - if the giant spider here is anything like its tinier counterparts, the webs are actively-used.

The cave entrance was a lot deeper than Fost had imagined. That they had heard the men inside at all was next to a wonder. He wondered if it was all a ruse.
"Hey you men, where are you?", he said loudly

The response is less than intelligible as it bounces around the cavern and it seems to come from both ahead and behind the group. The sound is slightly clearer to Brother Loran in the back of the line than it is to Fost up front. Loran thinks he hears, "<something> again?"

Richard (who has, apparently, seen this phenomenon in a cave before), and Mikhail and Loran (by virtue of their academic knowledge), recognize that there must be some crack or vent in the cave structure that connects the entrance with the kidnappers' hiding place...assuming it isn't a ruse, that is.
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"Burning those webs would ve nice, but we might endanger the prisoners."
So Fost proceeded further into the cave.

Richard's overwatch now covers the ceiling of the cave as well to make sure no spiders drop in on them unexpectedly as he follows the party's advance.

Arrow still nocked and bow ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.

Brother Loran quickly looked through his pouches while thinking back on his natural lore and if he could remember what could be used to melt webbing


OOC

18:43, Today: Brother Loran rolled 10 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 1, 2.  CUN (Natural Lore).

As most folks are aware, Loran knows that fire does the trick, melting whatever it touches.

From Richard's viewpoint next to the holy brother, the edge of the webs seem unoccupied at the moment.

OOC: Sorry about the delay. On the group 0 map, I included three red lines to mark the beginning of the webbed area.

"If it spreads top quickly it might endanger those captured.", he warned

The group moves forward with greater care, using Loran's torch and Mikhail's Arcane Lance to burn and blast away pockets of webbing that could impede their travel or house spider nests.

They investigate the side areas along the way, finding nothing extraordinary beyond deeper webbing and a few clusters of spiders (that fell quickly to magic and fire). As they approach a southward bend in the passageway that appears like it's opening up into a large chamber, they find something different about the nook directly in front of them.

Where in other areas, even beyond the radius of bright light given out by their sources, the webbing along the walls and ceiling would glint and glisten, giving the adventurers an idea of the contours of each chamber, the area in front of them is darkened, and each man swears something's moving in the shadows...

OOC: So, the area in question is the nook up and to the right of the number 2 on the map. The nook is darkened, and you each see what you think is movement within it.

(Remember, "up" on the map is South. I'm going to try to avoid cardinal directions on the map, as it could be confusing (and, heck, I could confuse myself if I'm not paying enough attention to it). So, I'll try to keep to up, down, left, and right.)

"Careful now.", Fost warned.
"I don't care to have any creature at my back, so we have to rustle it out of its cozy lair."
Fost carefully knelt down to pick up a loose rock.
"Ready ?", he asked
Once confirmed he would hurl the rock into the darkness in hope to spook the spider out.

Richard has his bow drawn as soon as Fost tosses the rock, tracking it, ready for whatever might crawl out of the darkness.

Brother Loran kept the torch high so the others could see better but gripped his staff in the other hand and started to pray to the maker for protection

Fost tosses the rock, and its strikes the shadowy object with a heavy thump. The thing shudders and skitters up the wall to its left, startled.

There's no mistaking that it is a giant spider.

OOC: Okay, gents, roll for initiative!

Mikhail swings his staff around to be ready to go.

15:59, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 8 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 3, 2.  Initiative.

"You would be quite correct, we don't want that crawling up behind us!"

20:36, Today: Richard rolled 11 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 1, 5.  initiative.

Fost had a brief moment of doubt then closed his fists on shield and blade in grim determination.

rolled 13 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 5, 4.  DEX (Initiative).

Initiative Order
Character	Result
Loran	13.6+10
Fost	13.1+30
Richard	11.2+30
Mikhail	8.1.+20
Spider

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Brother Loran shuddered at the sight of the spider moving up the wall he usually put spiders out of his room at the chantry but even he wouldn't be brave enough to do that to one that big.


18:45, Today: Brother Loran rolled 13 using 3d6+1 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 4, 2.  DEX initiative.

Initiative Order
Character	Result
Spider	16.2+40
Loran	13.6+10
Fost	13.1+30
Richard	11.2+30
Mikhail	8.1.+20

The spider draws back and disappears from view, clearly trying to hide from the stone thrower.

OOC: Spider moves out of sight and attempts to hide.

Once Loran had closed further with Mikhail and himself, his light penetrated the darkness and Fost was better able to see the huge spider. He approached cautiously, prepared for any sticky webs as the bandits had mentioned.
The he charged.

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Minor: Move
Major: Charge
rolled 15 using 3d6+5 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 3, 2.  Bastard Sword attack, w/ charge.
rolled 15 using 2d6+5.  Bastard Sword Damage.

rolled 12 using 3d6+2 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 3, 3.  PER.
Look-Out for web
rolled 19 using 3d6+3 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 5, 6.  DEX (Acrobatics).
in case there is some web I need to dodge

When Loran's light illuminates the spider, Richard takes quick aim then lets fly with an arrow.  A quick hit aimed at its footing knocks it off it's perch and easy prey for the next person to attack it, then he quickly reloads his bow for the next shot.

21:08, Today: Richard rolled 16 using 3d6+4 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 3, 6.  shoot arrow at spider.
21:10, Today: Richard rolled 11 using 1d6+6 with rolls of 5.  damage (assuming attack hits).

2SP: knock prone
1SP: quick reload

Seeing the Spider, Mikhail let loose a focused blast from the Fade, attempting to immobilaize and disrupt the spider.

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09:15, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 16 using 3d6+4 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 3, 3.  Casting Roll Mind Blast.
Stunts: Skillful casting, Puissant Casting 3
2 MP
Spellpower 17

Brother Loran held the light aloft keeping the spider within its radius as best he could to allow the others to battle it.

And at the same time making sure he stayed out of the way of the fight

As Loran moves up and to the left side of Fost and Mikhail, the group notices the footing is a bit sticky; thankfully, it's not enough to truly impede them, but the slight pull on his boots is noticeable. The webbing is much thicker around the alcove, and appears to close into a lair about halfway back, with only a small opening (just big enough for the giant beast to enter and exit) allowing passage. The spider itself is about 3-4 feet up the left side of the wall, supported on a thick padding of crisscrossing webs. The floor in the area is thicker, too.

As soon as the spider is revealed in Loran's light, Fost charges forward and lands a massive blow on the great beast. (Spider takes 10hp) He easily keeps his footing, even as the webs here make movement more difficult.

Richard follows the warrior's attack with a well-placed arrow that startles the creature, causing it to loose its grip on its webs and tumble to the webbed floor. (Spider takes 6hp and is Knocked Prone) In an instant, the rogue has another arrow notched and ready to fire.

Mikhail doesn't give the creature a chance to recover, a burst of psychic energy causing it to shudder and curl its legs under itself. (Spider is again Knocked Prone, and also cannot take a Major Action on its next turn)

Round 2
All the spider can seem to do is right itself, and it does so, facing the warrior with the massive blade.

OOC: Okay, gents, barrage number two... :)

Status
Spider -16hp, no move action in Round 2
Loran Healthy
Fost Healthy
Mikhail Healthy
Richard Healthy

Wary of the unusual surface, Fost lowered himself a bit, the feet spread wide for better balance, then swung his blade again with all his strength behind the blow.

Minor: Stand Firm
Major: Attack
rolled 17 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 6, 3.  Bastard Sword attack.
rolled 14 using 2d6+5.  Bastard Sword Damage.
rolled 18 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 5, 3.  STR (Might), oppose potential knock down.

It seemed once again the maker was answering his servants call as brother Loran raised the torch higher he beseached his god to strike the creature blind

As the prayer left his lips the torch light flared for a spit second and an intense beam of brilliant light streaked towards the spiders eyes

13:19, Today: Brother Loran rolled 10 using 3d6+4 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 1, 1.  Daze (TN 11).
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The first hit seemed easy enough, so Richard fired again in an attempt to bring the beast down.  Feeling particularly inspired, he rapidly reloads his bow and fires again at the wayward spider, however that shot fires wide.

19:37, Today: Richard rolled 16 using 3d6+3 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 6, 1.  shoot arrow at spider.
19:45, Today: Richard rolled 13 using 2d6+6 with rolls of 2,5.  bow damage.
2SP +1d6 damage
1SP rapid reload
3SP lightning attack
19:44, Today: Richard rolled 10 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 2, 1.  fire arrow at spider.

Whipping his staff point back to face the spider, the witchlight at the end glowed brighter before a streak of energy headed to the spider again.

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19:50, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 16 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 6, 1.  Casting Roll Arcane Bolt.
DEX(Acrobatics) vs. Spellpower 14
Damage: 2d6+5 if it fails, 1d6 if it passes.

Fost steadies himself against the increasingly-sticky webs and delivers another solid blow against the staggered beast. (Spider takes 9hp damage)

The Maker appears to deny Loran’s prayers, as the spell chokes and fizzles before it reaches its intended target.

Richard’s arrow appears to clip one of the spider’s many eyes and buries itself deep into the creature’s body. (Spider takes 8hp damage) The spider’s flinch is enough to make the second attack miss.

The spider reacts quickly to Mikhail’s powerful bolt of arcane energy, and it only partially clips the critter’s tough hide. (Spider takes 1hp damage)

Round 3
The spider is badly hurt, and decides to escape while it can. It spits a wad of webbing at Fost that catches only a small part of the warrior’s hip and impacts uselessly against the wall to his right.

(OOC: 09:27, Today: Evil GM, on behalf of Fost, rolled 13 using 3d6+3 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System.  Dexterity (Acrobatics).)

It then scurries back through along the back wall to hide from its attackers.

OOC: Okay, it has fled from view and is hiding in its lair (which I forgot to put on previous versions of the map, even though I described it). What do you gents want to do?

I'll allow a Cunning (Natural Lore) test to determine if you think the spider will continue to be a threat at this point.

Status
Spider -34hp, out of view within its lair
Loran Healthy
Fost Healthy
Mikhail Healthy
Richard Healthy

"It's pretty much hurt, still, I would prefer to put it to its end.", he offered his opinion.

Brother Loran sighs perhaps killing it was not in the makers plans " if it is hurt as bad as I think it will take time to lick its wounds we need to push on a child's life is at stake"

"I don't like the idea of it ambushing us later, but I guess we'll have to deal with that if it happens. Brother Loran makes a good point." Holding his stance he waited for the rest to group up for their next action.

"Nah, it's hurt badly enough it should leave us alone."  Richard offers his opinion....

Fost nodded.
"Well then, let's continue further in."

Fost walken back cautiously, keeping an eye out for the spider in case it wanted to retaliate after all.
Once out of the sticky ground they continued on.

OOC: First, you gents each receive 250 exp for the spider. That should raise your total exp to 1150.

Deciding to leave the wounded beast to its lair, the men continue deeper into the cave. As the webbing seems to end near a sharp bend in the passage, they find the decaying remains of another spider - about the same size as their most-recent foe - along the rock wall. A cursory examination shows that it likely has been dead for three or four days.

Just past the corpse, on the northwest wall, the group can see a small opening in the rock that appears to be allowing through the tiniest sliver of light. It does little more than to slightly illuminate the brown-black rock of the cave, but it also explains how the voices of the kidnappers were heard clearly at the entrance, but not on the south side of the cave.

A voice from around the bend calls out, “Aye, we’re back here.”

Cautiously rounding the corner, with Loran and Mikhail bringing their lights to bear, they see four shadow-covered figures beyond the torch’s bright radius. Three have their hands up, showing no obvious weapons (as obvious as one can see in dim light); the fourth - a smaller figure that’s most likely the boy himself - is standing behind the others.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” mumbles the figure on the left. (OOC: The one labeled EA.)

Fost hesitated.
"More light.", Fost said to his friends.

The warrior was still very suspicious and the muttered comment strengthened his caution.

"Hey, you men, why are you standing in the dark?"

"What's this about a bad idea? Speak up.", he commanded

"No wood for a fire, and our torches ran out the first day," the man in front says. "And the knife-ear here thinks it's a bad idea that we're talking to you."

The third man in back adds, "We're cold and tired, and we missed our meeting with our contact; if we aren't getting paid, there's no need to hold onto the kid. You can have him. Just let us go."

"Still a bad idea," the knife-ear grumbles.

Fost chuckled at the bad luck of those men,  served them right, though, why did they have to mess with the Arl.

"Well, I think talking is a lot better than starving or being eaten by a giant spider. Or being shot by an arrow.", he warned the one they referred to as knife-ear.

"I suppose there is a lesson for you men in this: don't mess with the Arl of Redcliffe."
"And you better learn that one real quick and not mess with us, for it is that very same Arl who commands us."

"We will take the boy and no doubts about it."
"But we need to learn more to just let you go."
"And there is the matter of murdering three of the Arl's men and severely injuring another."
"So what do you have to offer in exchange for your lives? Who hired you to set up the ambush and take the boy? Who is that contact? And where and when were you supposed to meet him."

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rolled 15 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 2, 5.  COM (Investigation) or (Persuasion).
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Richard is content, for the moment, to provide overwatch while Fost interrogates the captors.  He keeps a steady eye on them with his bow at the ready should he see any suspicious activity.

Brother Loran stepped up next to Fost, his torch illuminating the men before them more clearly.

Crouching slightly in a soft gentle voice "dear child walk over to me you are amongst friends now and my companions will not allow anyone to hurt you anymore." with that he held out his hand to the child

Illumination brings greater detail to the forms as Brother Loran steps even with Fost.

The knife ear is just that, an elven male in heavy leathers, twirling the end of his strung-up short bow along the stone floor; his short cropped sand-colored hair is mostly hidden under an archer's cap, and his features are entirely disapproving.

The man opposite him is a burly fellow in light mail, with a broad girth and like stance; honestly, if he weren't over six feet tall, he could be mistaken for an oversized dwarf. His hair and scruffy beard are dark, and his bushy eyebrows sit atop a permanent squint. The man is holding his shield on his arm, but is carrying no weapons. The adventurers see that he has a sword at his belt and a two-handed spear on the ground at his feet.

The man in back is human, but almost as thin as the elf, as his tailored duster almost looks too big for his frame. His hair is long and stringy, making him appear sickly, although the sharpness in his eye disavows any notion of weakness. He wears an unstrung bow on his back, but seems to have no other weapons on him.

"We didn't mutilate them or anything. Just hit 'em 'til they were down," the warrior answers matter-of-factly. To Fost, he appears to be a soldier, with a soldier's mindset and discipline - more than just a brute with a longspear. He likely served as a footman for some lord. "Our orders were only to take the boy."

The rogue in the rear holds his hand to stay the lad when Loran calls him, and his compatriots glance back in that direction. "He goes nowhere 'til we get out of this place. Not going to give up our leverage 'til we're safe," the rogue counters.

"First smart thing you said all day," the elf quips, to which the rogue responds, "Piss off!"

"We don't know the name of the one who hired us; our contact is some apostate mage named Fenwithe," the warrior continues. "I overheard one of his lackeys say that it was some high lord - a teyrn, even - who wanted the boy. Don't know why, though. I only knew he was some lowly bastard who was a favorite of Arl Eamon."

"There's an old estate further north, along the shore, abandoned since the end of the rebellion, where we were supposed to meet him two days ago. I doubt he stuck around."

OOC: On the map, EA is the elf, HM is the burly human, and HS is the thin human.

Now that he got a better look on these men Fost's alarm bells in his head began to ring again.
These three had defeated four trained soldiers of Redcliffe and also killed one of the gisnt spiders.

Fost tried to assess their foes.

That shield prevented the huge fellow to employ the spear so he would be much more likely to draw his blade. He would loathe to meet this foe one on one so dispatching the other two would be priority one.

The elf seemed to pose the greatest threat. Simply because of his attitude. He had completely lost the knife-ear reference as relating to an elf. And he did not favourably remember their last encounter with an elf, Sexta.

The last looked might actually be a mage instead and having seen his own friends in battle he winced at the prospect of fighting this group.

Fost frowned as the boy was held back and his grip on his shield hardened.
"Orders, huh?", he said to the warrior, "Looks more like a mercenary job. No honour in being mercenary, you should have stayed and served your lord as a soldier."

"Still, let's agree on this: not murder but battle.", he acknowledged.

He tried to see if these men were injured. Why had they not killed the other spider.
"How many in the mage's entourage? And how and when did he hire you?"
To him an important detail as it would allow them to assess how Fenwithe may have learned of the transport.

"Listen, I'll be blunt. I would really be very annoyed if we let you men get away now only to have to fight you as you still work for this Fenwithe."
"You have to give us something apart from the boy to get some confidence that there won't be trouble between us soon."
"If we let you go we must be convinced that you leave this area for good."

The more he talked the more Fost actually hoped that the elf would lose his temper and battle commenced. He had no personal issues with them but as with the spider he hated to leave a threat at his back. On the other hand neither was he a killer nor did he crave for carnage and any fight not started was a good fight in his opinion.

He shrugged.
"Or you leave all your gear and weapons behind so you don't pose a threat to us as we leave this cave ourselves."

Puzzledly he remembered a detail.
"Wait there. What ever made you think we were darkspawn?"

The warrior shakes his head at Fost's judgment of him. "Honor is of little use when you're starving," he growls.

The thin man in the back answers the question about the apostate, his hand still staying the boy. "Two men with him when we met him Lothering, but I always felt like he had more than that available to him. We were known to be looking for work, so he found us."

Before they could give an assurances or make any promises, Fost asks the darkspawn question. It doesn't take skill in reading people that all three men are visibly shaken at their mention.

The archer answers, his tone suddenly non-hostile, "As we were taking the road north, there were a half-dozen a hundred yards or so ahead. He -" he points at the warrior "- recognized them immediately, and we pulled off the trail before they noticed us. Thankfully, we had enough time to get the supplies off the cart and string it up, and we shooed the mounts off.

"We'd periodically hear noises filter in from outside, but they never came in, or else all you'd see are our corpses."
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If Fost had an empty hand he would have scratched his head as he thought things through.
On 17th Bloomingtide the Arl had sent out the boy.
On 19th they were ambushed, presumably by at least 7 bandits. The soldier had seen two, maybe three, attackers fall before he succumbed to his injuries himself. It looked like his comrades were able to dispatch others so only these three had remained.
On 21st they had set out to search for the boy. On the very day the ambushers were supposed to hand over the kidnapped lad to their employer Fenwithe. Only, they never made it to the meeting. After the ambush they had noticed the darkspawn and retreated and hid in this cave,  fought one of the spiders and had not dared to get out again, fearing either, or both, the spider and the darkspawn.
Today was the 23rd.
And Fost had eliminated the one thing that may have hid the entrance to the cave: the cart.
He realized that he had no idea what time it was, was darkness already closing in? Were darkspawn already standing at the entrance?
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Brother Loran looked at the man holding the boy " I am a servant of the maker not a warrior I am here to keep the boy safe ....at least allow me to check the boy for wounds, even a simple cut could fester in a cave like this"

He took a step forward " I will willingly tend to any wounds you might have also, what you have done or how you lead your lives is of no concern to me, you will be judged by the maker at the end and have to answer to him for your actions."

He took another slow step forward not wanting to make them anymore nervous than they were already " my companions are here to bring the boy home safely but if there is darkspawn at large it might be adventageous to all if we put aside our mistrust for the time being and work together to get us all safely out of this situation."

Fost nodded to the warrior.
"Aye, there is that.", he agreed to the opinion about the worth of honour in regard to the daily needs of survival.

He listened to the one holding on to the boy and had to nod again but did not comment further as the discussion turned to the darkspawn.

He registered the elf's change of attitude and approved. It spoke of truth rather than a misconcepted ruse.
"How come you recognize darkspawn?", he asked, intrigued despite better sense.
He had only heard the most basic rumours and tales about them.
He mused.
"Half a dozen? Travelling by day?", he said, clearly concerned and barely able to suppress a shudder.

Then he looked baffled at his friend's offer to the three miscreants. He did not exactly agree to the view shared that the Maker was the only one to judge men's actions but that was Loran true to his nature and Fost just shrugged.
"Darkspawn in the area, bad news. We need to learn more and warn the locals."
"Better still: do something to prevent harm to innocents."
"What exactly do you suggest Loran? Looking out for the darkspawn, find and fight them? Together?"
Surprised by himself, he learned he did like the idea. But to be honest, he had not the slightest idea what they were messing with.
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Brother Loran turned his head to Fost just for a moment he stopped to allow the one holding the boy to decide if he would be allowed to check the child over. In that moment he replied to his companion "our priority is the child's safety, if these gentlemen would assist in at least getting the boy a goodly distance back to the chantry and safety I would suggest we could at least give them 24 hours head start before we need to report them to the guard." he looked at the men in front of them " that is if you lend your sword arms in protecting the child"


"after all that seems to be the best offer you will have placed before you today .....the alternative is we fight and we still take the child but you will end up in front of the maker sooner than you wish......my companions weren't just sent  after you because they had nothing better to do.... you might have heard of the foreign mage and his witch they captured less than a week ago....I assure you these men are not to be messed with.... I have seen them in action I assure you you will come off the worse for it.....Now can I please check the child for injuries the sooner I do the quicker we can all be on our way and the less likely hood of running foul of darkspawn" He put just the right amount of edge in his voicce just like the mother superior did when she was lecturing him in the past....hoping it would at least get them moving out of the cave, away from the spiders and closer to home

News of Darkspawn was certainly an unsettling bit of news but that didn't change their mission at all.  He keeps his bow aimed at the bandits before speaking, "If this news of Darkspawn is true, perhaps if we do cooperate we all stand a better chance of getting out here in one piece.  Are you willing to work with us?  Nevertheless, our mission is still to bring the boy back to the Arl and we intend to complete our task.  Should you cooperate we may be persuaded, as has been mentioned earlier, to delay our return to Redcliffe for a day before we complete our report.  The choice is yours."

Fost almost smiled but managed to keep a straight face.

Nifty Richard had laid a ruse about their plans after leaving the cave claiming to take Alistair back to Redcliffe rather than escorting him to Bournshire as commanded.
By thinking ahead Richard had probably nimbly evaded any further troubles along their way.
Fost silently applauded his quick-thinking friend.

Richard raised another interesting point: doubting all this talk about darkspawn. Then again, the trio seemed honest enough in this particular case. Indeed they had been rather forthcoming in answering their questions, so Fost had a feeling the darkspawn were out there for real.

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rolled 17 using 3d6+2 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 6, 6.  PER - Intuition ? Empathy ? Discern Lies ?
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The thin man considered the brother's words, and, after a glance at the elf, lowers his arm and allows the boy to go over to Loran.

Meanwhile, the elf and the warrior seem to confer with each other silently, trading expressions that are hard to decipher in the dim light.

The warrior says, "There was a cave near my village when I was a boy. A few of us were stupid enough to explore it, and we stumbled upon a nest of them. If it weren't for the timely arrival of a pair of Grey Wardens, we'd've all been taken.

"This group we saw near dusk," he continued. "I think the noises we heard were usually near dusk or at night."

The warrior pauses, then adds, "If it means we can go our own way, with our own gear, when we're done, we'll help you against any darkspawn out there." The elf doesn't seem very keen on the idea of cooperating, but he doesn't voice any protest and eventually just shrugs his shoulders.

Fost was a bit absent-minded as he pondered what he knew about darkspawn. Of course, not having first-hand experience he did not really know much as to the actual threat level they posed on a personal level. What chances did he himself stand to fight such a creature from the dark beneath the surface and be victorious ?
So he was quite impressed with the huge fighter to have seen them. Then again, he had mentioned that was when he was a boy, so the man obviously also had not fought them.
And that was well, for it meant that these surges were rare.
Or was it ?
Considering what he had learned during growing up, mostly from the Church, he realized that darkspawn rising were a dire matter and his earlier instinct and first reaction to try to protect the innocent was strengthened as he contemplated just where they were.
Naturally, he had not really been in this region before, he had ranged further to the west and maybe this was the furthest east  he had ever come, at least according to his memory. So he did not really know if there were many people in the area who might be threatened.
But that might even be worse, for if not for these three in this cave, no one would have learned of the threat until it were not a dozen, but many dozens overwhelming the region.

Fost found himself slowly shaking his head.
"We need more than that. And with 'we' I don't mean just us", he indicated his friends, "but all of us."
"Darkspawn are a dire affair, I'm sure we all agree. If you have repeatedly heard them each night since you were stuck in this cave, they obviously scout out the area. I have no idea just how intelligent these creatures are or whether they are just mindless brutes. But if they scout on purpose, that purpose can only be a preparation for a larger attack."
"You may be mercenaries and I don't blame you for this for fate is fickle and one never knows the paths one needs to take. I sure would never have expected to become the Arl's Man half a year ago, never. But that was the path before me and I had to tread it, willingly. And I have not regretted it since."
"Even so, I call on the goodness inside everyone. Be it faith, be it conscience, be it honour, be it survival... or be it money."
"I call on you to help all of us, every man and woman in this area, to learn the purpose of these darkspawn, seek them out and defeat them if possible. Or return with knowledge to the nobles of the area to prepare for a larger threat that we can not handle ourselves."
Fost eased up on his stance, lowered the shield and blade and stood upright.
"Do this and not only will you be allowed to go, with all your equipment, unmolested, but I will do my all in my power that you will be recompensed for your effort. In coin, if that is your wish."

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rolled 11 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 3, 5.  COM.
Darn it...

OOC: For the eloquence of your speech, I'm granting you a +2 on your check, for a total of 13.

The three men look at each other, volumes being spoken in their expressions. The cave is eerily silent for several moments as they consider Fost's proposal. The warrior's gaze hardens slightly, and the elf shrugs. With a satisfied nod, the warrior turns back to Fost and the others.

"Godfrey, Dinn, and Trip," he says, pointing at himself, the elf, and the thin man in succession. "We'll help you find and destroy these darkspawn in exchange for you lot forgetting about our part in the boy's capture." Dinn and Trip both nod their heads in assent, although the frown on the elf's face shows he's still not happy with the whole arrangement.

"Speaking of the boy," Dinn wonders. "Are we taking him with us on the hunt, or are we taking him back to Redcliffe first?"

"Darkspawn are no laughing matter."  Richard begins.  "We should return the boy first as Darkspawn hunting is no place for children.  It falls to us explore the area and determine the exit these Darkspawn use to encroach the surface.  Each of us" Richard gestures to all the others present "must do our part in eliminating the Darkspawn threat or, if the threat be too great, return and warn the others to prepare for the coming battle.   We must not fail, we shall not fail!"

As he finishes his speech he turns to the three others, "We shall not forget your aid in this.  Let us go now and return the boy before it gets dark and we have to fight our way out.  It might prove wise to pick up extra supplies while we are back in civilization."

Brother loran checked the boy out for injuries then taking his cloak off wrapped it round the child.

Reaching into his pouch he handed the child some dried food and a sip of water

"It's decided then. Work together to drive off or fight any darkspawn in the area, then we should probably find a way to get in touch with the Wardens, right? They handle darkspawn issues, although... they might already be in the area, if the legends tell us anything." He idly adjusted his hands on his staff, thankful that he didn't need to loose any spells against these gents.

"I am Fost."

"Redcliffe is too far. We may never find this particular group again and they might cause too much damage until we return."

"You were safe in this cave for a couple of days. If we finish off the spider we could use this as a base of sorts. Picking up our gear to be hid here."

"We could try to find a farm or hamlet to put the boy there."

"But honestly, I think he's best protected staying with us."

"Loran, what do you think? You are no fighter, you could protect him out of the melee."

Trip chimes in, "The boy can hide in the back of the cart if we bring it with us."

"We let the donkeys go, Trip," Dinn quips. Trip mouths "oh," as the memory returns to him. To the others, he suggests, "Your archer and I will hang back, too. A second line of defense for the boy."
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The elf's answer seems to satisfy Loran, and the group heads out into the web-lined chamber. They approach the alcove with the lair, finding that the spider still seems to be hiding within it. Godfrey offers to try to flush it out with his long spear, but also is happy to let the sharpshooters deal with it.

OOC: What is your approach? The spider is difficult to see through the opening, giving it not inconsiderable concealment (especially since you lads don't really have an idea of how big it is inside...remember, it sits high in the alcove, partially against the wall and ceiling, there may be a vent or chute within where it's hiding).

Options include (but are not limited to) using fire to melt away the webbing to give you a better view, letting Godfrey poke around inside with his two-handed spear, or having the archers and mages attempt to shoot at it from a distance (if they can find it within).

"Let's not waste arrows at this point. We already hurt it severely, it should be no problem to finish it. Still, you bowmen keep ready un case there is a nasty surprise."
"Fire, set the net aflame, we have no idea how deep this passage goes."
"Ready Godfrey?"

Brother Loran took the boys arm and kept him close his staff out to ward off any attack a prayer on his lips

Richard nods at Fost and again nocks an arrow and prepares to fire should the spider be revealed.

Godfrey nods his assent and Trip, borrowing the torch from Loran, prepares to widen the opening to the spider's bolthole. Godfrey nods, and Trip begins to melt away the webbing around the hole.

A jet of liquid webbing lances out at the thin man.

OOC: Okay, gents, time to roll for initiative! (Once initiative has been set, I'll roll for the spider's spitting attack and we'll start combat rounds.)

rolled 18 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 4, 5.  DEX (Initiative).
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18:42, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 11 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 2, 6.  DEX Initiative.

12:18, Today: Brother Loran rolled 13 using 3d6+1 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 1, 5.  DEX init

17:46, Today: Richard rolled 15 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 6, 1.  Dex (Init).

Trip instinctively leans away from the webbing as it flies past him and strikes the floor nearby.

OOC: 11:33, Today: Evil GM, for the NPC Trip, rolled 12 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System (({1}, 3, 5)). Dexterity (Acrobatics)

Round 1
The spider follows its shot with a second at the invader pointing the spear at it, but the webbing splashes against the edge of the spearpoint and splatters harmlessly. It then attempts to tuck itself further back into the crevices of its lair.

OOC: 18:21, Today: Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 12 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System (({2}, 6, 1)). Dexterity (Acrobatics)

Fost is up. Everyone please post your actions. Godfrey, on his turn, is going to attack the spider. Trip will continue to widen the hole with the torch, and Dinn will take a shot, if he has one.

Anyone lined up on the hole can see the spider (thanks to the light of the torch), but it is definitely using the rough terrain of the cave roof as cover (increasing its Defense).

I’ll get a map up as soon as I’m able today.

Fost advanced but his blade got snagged by the web, the sticky fibre making his blow ineffectual. Anticipating the counter attack he lowered himself a bit, his feet wide apart. If he fell he would never be able to evade being immobilized.

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Major: Charge
Minor: Stand Firm

rolled 12 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 4, 1.  Bastard Sword attack.
Forgot+1 from Charge, so 13, still a miss I think

Defensive vs Spider's Round 02
rolled 15 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 4, 6.  DEX (Acrobatics).

rolled 12 using 3d6+4 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 1, 6.  STR (Might), oppose potential knock down
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Fost lunges with his blade, but it deflects off the edge of the rock wall and impacts harmlessly against the spider's body.

Using the warrior's near miss to guide his own strike, Godfrey plunges his spear point deep into the beast's carcass. It shudders violently and falls against the bottom of its lair, dead.

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 16 using 3d6+5 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 3, 4.  Attack vs. Giant Spider.

Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 11 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 3,5.  Two-Handed Spear Damage 2d6+3.

"Well, that was bracing," Godfrey says with more than a little relief in his voice. "Looks like we'll be able to use this as a base, after all."

OOC: And, as quickly as it begins, the fight is over. It looks like Godfrey knows what he's doing with that spear of his.

Snuffing out the bit of magic he was preparing, Mikhail nodded. He left his witchlight ignited as they started to talk and get ready to move out. "I'm still not liking the idea of going out of our way to hunt these things down. We can still wait until the kid is taken care of before taking off to hunt down darkspawn."

Fost nodded appreciatingly at the brawny spear wielder.

"The kid is to be delivered to Bournshire. If we do this now, I believe that the band of darkspawn will have already left this immediate area and unless you have magical means to track them I have doubts that we would be able to do so with mundane means after presumably days before we even start the hunt. Nature will do its best to erase any leads.", Fost repeated his reasoning.
Except for the safety of the boy, surely and undoubtedly an important point, he saw no benefit in proceeding otherwise.
Either way, no one had command, they were equals and friends and any decisions were made on the basis of democracy.
Of course, he frowned as he pondered the impact of a new discussion on their new allies. Indecisiveness brooked potential betrayal.
And so he turned expectantly to the other two.

"We stick to the plan.  Take the kid with us while we find the Darkspawn entry point to the surface.  Let's move."  Richard's summary is brief and to-the-point.

still keeping himself between the child and the spider Brother Loran edged round the back of the fighters towards the cave entrance Staff at the ready prayer on his lips

The group returns to the cave entrance, where the remainder of the original wagon’s food and water still sit in their barrels. Unfortunately, the water has started to take on an earthy scent and may no longer be safe to drink.

Outside the cave, the party’s mule-driven cart and mounts have remained where they are, and are grazing on the low grasses just off the road. The sun is low over the west, but there’s still some time before twilight comes.

Both Richard and Fost know those dwarven steps are only a few hundred yards away, close enough for them to investigate before it gets too dark.

"Let's quickly move everything into the cave and then head out for those strange steps we have seen earlier. I presume the Darkspawn emerge from there."
"Setting up an ambush will greatly increase our chances of success. Quickly, my friends,
before time for an advantage we may sorely need passes."
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The group cautiously follows Fost’s original exploratory path along the highland trail. The area seems exceedingly bleak, grasses that were green at the entrance to the cave appearing dull and grayish as they walk. Even the sky seems to lose its hue as they continue northward, like color draining from the face of a dead man. As they near the dwarven steps, an eerie silence falls over the area.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Dinn says.

“It’s all in your head,” Godfrey responds unconvincingly.

Before the group lays the dwarven steps, starting about 30-40 yards away, where the footprints lead Fost before. The stone hexagonal stones spread out a good acre or so, row by row descending gently toward the lakeshore.

OOC: How do you want to go about exploring the steps?

And, just as a reminder, if you look at the right side of the main image for the Storm Coast, you'll see what dwarven steps look like. https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Storm_Coast

The steps the party sees before it are decidedly lower, rising only somewhat out of the ground. You can't exactly gauge the height of them from your position 30-40 yards away.

"Let's check again for any tracks to determine if they already left or still are inside. Clearly, inside they will have an advantage if only knowing the layout. So I rather suggest we scout the immediate area here to lay an ambush. For that we need the location of the actual entrance into the deep."
Fost suggested and waited for reactions.

Fost rolled 14 using 3d6+2 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 3, 6.  PER
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"Tracking them will be considerably more difficult over stone.  Still, we might be able to get an idea regarding their numbers." Richard responds, then looks up at the sun's position.  "I suspect they will still be underground given the time of day so that will influence our ambush plans.  We should still be ready for just about anything."

16:21, Today: Richard rolled 10 using 3d6+3 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 2, 2.  perception check.

Brother Loran wasn't too keen on searching the steps now they had the boy then really needed to get him away safely but then waiting by the cave for the rest searched was not the best idea either.

So he followed the rest but kept back with the boy slightly so they could make a run for the cave entrance if the party was attacked.

Scouting just ahead of the others, Fost and Richard see that the individual columns are approximately four feet high and three feet across, with a row of similar columns in front of them that rise only two feet, almost as if they were stepping stones. The steps are interlocking, and the pair can imagine they appear like granite honeycomb from above as they stretch westward to the sea.

Each piece has been weathered by time, edges rounded and surfaces pitted and uneven, causing the structure’s alignment to be just a bit off. Grasses have grown in between, although they appear to be affected by the same dreariness that is graying out the plant life here.

Climbing onto the pillars, they find that the stones seem to step down with the grade of the slope; further in, they see a section of shattered pillars and fragments of some sort of stone slab on a lowered platform about 10 yards in from the front edge. The debris partially covers what appears to be downward stairs heading east.

OOC: Sorry for the delay gents. I placed a map in group 0 showing a section of the steps.

Only Fost and Richard are on the map at the moment, since they were the ones exploring ahead.

You gents can neither see nor hear any darkspawn.

"We are most certainly not ready to head into their own territory, if the legends are to be believed. I pray that the Maker can help make up the difference in what ever we lack." Mikhail remained further back, eyes scanning to look for Fost or Richard's warning. Or worse, a sudden movement of darkspawn.

Fost turned to Mikhail, warily watching the staircase.
"Well, this sure looks like the way down. Down from where they lurk. Yes, going down would seem a bad idea. What do you suggest?"
Fost looked around.
"Can anyone confirm this, does anyone find any tracks?"
"The immediate area here is pretty treacherous, I would not be thrilled to fight in a melee on these... stilts. I'd rather have sure footing. On the other hand, we have bows. But we must assume they only venture forth when it's dark, so shooting with bad light is difficult. We cannot set anything on fire here to provide light, only stone here. And I sure don't see where we could hide. "
Fost looked at everyone, hoping someone would have a good idea.

Bother Loran locked over at Kikhail while keeping the boy close " the maker helps those that help themselves, ButI'm sure he is looking down on us with knowing eyes and will come to our aid if he feels we cannot overcome"

Dinn shakes his head. “That’s a death sentence, going down there,” he says.

“Maybe not. It’s not like we’re going on an expedition,” Godfrey counters. When Dinn gives him a look, he adds, “I’m not saying it won’t be difficult, but there may only be a few stragglers in this part of the Deep Roads.”

“Still, I’d rather face them up here,” Trip adds. Turning to Fost, he wonders, “Maybe your mage friend there could waggle his fingers about and seal the opening off? Just keep ‘em in?”

OOC: So, those of us familiar with Dragon Age: Inquisition know that mages can restore fallen columns, broken barriers, gates, and even walls to seal entrances to the Deep Roads without casting a spell that we can see in the core rules.

I consider this to be another incidental use of magic; however, in this case, you need to succeed on a Magic ability Basic Test to successfully complete the structural restoration.

Starting with Routine (TN 7), the following modifiers to the target number apply:

Size: Light +0, Heavy +1, Large +2, Huge +3, Massive +4.
Material: Wood +0, Stone +1, Iron +2, Exotic Metal +3.
Complexity: Basic +0, Worked/Carved +1, Detailed +2, Intricate +3, Mechanized +4.

Multiple mages may assist in the test, and each additional mage will reduce the TN by 2.

In the case of the entrance in front of you, this is a Heavy Stone Carved covering, resulting in a TN 10 test (Easy +1). If Brother Loran assist by “offering prayers” to the Maker, the TN will be 8.

10:38, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 13 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 2, 6.  Magic.

Nodding, he let a blast of energy into the nearby stone, lifting and jamming a rock into place. "I mean... they could still push through, but that should slow them down from coming up to the surface at the very least."

Brother Loran kept back from the mage as he worked, the last thing he needed to do was give a sanctioned wizard grounds to label him a heretic for allowing the maker to walk his wonders through him.

Instead he kept himself busy making sure the child was safe

Fost scratched his head thoughtfully.
He looked at everybody in turn, trying to assess their opinion on this clearly unanticipated "solution" to the plan.
He was among friends, not including the three mercenaries, so speaking his mind was likely the best approach.
"So what have we actually gained by this display of magic?", he chuckled once, "we certaily elimination the ill-advised idea to go down into the deeps."
"Which is good."
"I guess."
Fost paused.
"I fear they might find a completely different exit, one we have no idea about. Emerging somewhere else we cannot know and thus cannot intercept them."
"How much time have we gained? Sufficient to bring the boy to safety and return with more fighters, to consult with those Mikhail mentioned ?"
His gaze wandered to the three new additions to their group.
How would they react? Surely the cautious bond they had built was not strong enough to extend to several days. Surely the stirring speech did not hold long enough beyond this moment, surely doubts and instinct, common sense maybe, would kick in soon enough.

"Getting the boy to safety, definitely a good idea, However, I don't know how one goes about contacting the Grey Wardens to deal with darkspawn. They have a hall in Denerim, right? How long will that take to reach them... problems for later, I suppose." Snapping his staff back to a more alert posture, he waited for the others to start the hike back.

The stonework appears to be fully reassembled after Mikhail's arcane manipulation; in fact, it's hard to tell that it was ever broken before. It's interesting that the Circle appears to focus its instruction and research on audacious displays of raw power, but, yet, the simple, subtle magic appears to be the most useful in daily life. It makes one wonder if the risk of possession makes the danger of mundane "everyday" spells greater than their usefulness…

Godfrey notes, “Well, if you’re heading east with the boy, you can have the authorities in Lothering or wherever send word on to Denerim for you.”

Trip, still amazed by Mikhail’s handiwork as he inspects the stone slab closely, adds, “I heard those Grey Wardens have a knack for just showing up when trouble is near - if you ever see one, you run the way they came.”

Dinn is silent, his head tilted slightly toward the road south. His brows are knitted tightly together.

As the men of Redcliffe discuss options, Godfrey notices Dinn’s posture. “What is it?” he asks.

“Shh!” the elf responds, a hand raised to call for silence. Trip turns his ear southward, as well. As the others go quiet, they can hear the gentle breeze ruffling at the edges of their clothes.

Moments later, Dinn raises his head. “I think something’s coming up the road.”

As if on cue, a sort of malevolent hiss seems to rise up in that direction. The erstwhile kidnappers look to the others, an unspoken question in their eyes: Do they stick around to investigate, or do they assume the worst and run?
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Fost frowned at the men until he realized that the elf's senses were superior to his own.

He looked somewhat perplex, he haf somehow misjudged the distance to the road, not really imagining that anyone, or anything, might come from that direction.

Immediately he readied his bow and put an arrow to it, warily glancing south.
"Looks like we won't get an easy way out after all. Get ready, hold your ground. This is what we came here for.", he hissed urgently.


rolled 13 using 3d6+3 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 2, 6.  DEX (Initiative).

Initiative Order [Total].[Dragon Die]+[DEX][SP yes=1/no=0]
Character	Result
Dinn
Fost	13.2+31
Godfrey
Loran
Mikhail	16.5+21
Richard	14.6+30
Trip

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Trip's eyes dart from one companion to the others. Finally landing on Brother Loran, he asks, "We're fighting?"

It's almost as if he doesn't want to put trust in a warrior's decision to fight, but rather seeking a second opinion from the Chantry brother.

Brother Loran looked at the elf then the boy next to him " It looks like we do not have much of a choice in the matter" he replied solemnly " Keep close child and do as the warriors command"



19:01, Today: Brother Loran rolled 11 using 3d6+1 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 5, 4.  DEX init .
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10:54, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 16 using 3d6+2 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 4, 5.  DEX Initiative.

Nodding to Fost, he steps up. "Right behind you."

While he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, he trusted the elf's senses to be superior to his own, so he will nock an arrow to his bow and hold it at the ready looking in the apparent direction of incoming trouble.

10:39, Today: Richard rolled 14 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 3, 2.  Dex (Init).

The boy nods to the Chantry brother. "Yes, sir," he responds.

Godfrey, Dinn, and Trip arm themselves. The warrior grasps his long spear with both hands, while the elf strings his bow and nocks an arrow and the rogue draws his short blade.

"Where do you want us?" Godfrey asks.

OOC: I have a new Map 0 up, which expands upon the dwarven steps map. (I cut 8 rows off the western edge of the steps, but they continue that way. I also marked the general direction of the hissing noises (their owners are off the map).

Let me know where you want to make your stand, and also where you want the three mercenaries to be. Trip, as a melee rogue, is best when he can get a flank on a villain (backstab). Dinn, of course, is an archer. And, Godfrey has that spear.

Realizing that picking up the bow was a bad idea with the short distances involved Fost sighed wearily, muttered something like why ever do I bother to carry this around anyway..., put it away and picked up shield and throwing axe instead.
"Clearly you and I", he nodded to Godfrey, "are the ones who will take the beating while the others rain down arrow and magic their way."
"Mikhail, knock them off as best you can, don't bother about Godfrey and myself, buy us time so those arrows make them suffer."
"Richard, take my arrows if you must."
"Loran, help as best you can, protect the boy, of worsr comes to worse: run."
"Godfrey and myself on the front, stay together, Dinn and Richard together, too, so we only need to cut off one approach of attack. Best climb those steps, too. Too treacherous for them to charge you I'd say."
"Trip. Well, no idea, honestly. If you get at their back we might not be able to break through to you in case you get into trouble. I'd say, stay a bit back and strike when you see an opportunity. Godfrey and I will do our best to allow you to step back again, so you can do it all again."
"Make any sense?"
"Any suggestions?"

Fost wondered why he presumed to order everybody around, he just hoped that looking as if he knew what to do, it would all work out. Hesitation, fear, those were the decisive elements in the coming fight.
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"We have a moment to set the tune for this battle, and that sounds like a good enough order of events to follow. Let's do this quickly. Alastair, you heard him. Stick with Brother Loran and myself. If they reach us, it's going to get messy." He took a position with the apostate ley brother, hoping, for the boy's sake, that he did not use magic in front of these people. The less they talked or showcased his magic, the less they need to try to hide. Besides, it might be possible to cover up Loran's magic with magic of his own.

OOC: Godfrey, rolled 16 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 5, 6.  Dexterity (Initiative). 16.3+20

Trip, rolled 10 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 1, 2.  Dexterity (Initiative). 10.5+20

Dinn, rolled 21 using 3d6+3 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 6, 6.  Dexterity (Initiative). 21.6+31

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It isn't lost on Godfrey that Fost is disappointed at not being able to use his bow. He leans toward his fellow warrior and offers, "I can hold the line if you'd rather start at range."

Fost smiled at the offer.
"No issue. I am better in melee than with the bow anyway and since we have no real idea how many we will face..."

A trio of horrifying creatures approaches from the north, just to the right of the path. Two are nearly identical in their visage: short and stocky, with two nose holes at the meeting point of eyes and brows, and two rows of sinister teeth formed into a permanent malicious ear-hole-to-ear-hole grin on a lipless mouth.

The third is slightly taller than a man, with taut, leathery skin that looks like it’s been pulled too tight across the skull. It, too, shares the tooth-filled lipless grin, but somehow manages to be even more unnerving.

OOC: The creatures are about 11 yards away from the line of Fost and Godfrey as we get started in round 1.

Round 1
Dinn draws back his bow and takes aim at the center creature, then releases a shot, which lands short. The elf spits out a brief curse.

OOC: Dinn Longbow attack, 16 yards (short range), aim, +4 to hit.
Evil GM, for the NPC Dinn, rolled 9 using 3d6+4 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 1, 1.  Longbow Attack, Short Range, Aim, +4 to hit.

Mikhail is up next. Godfrey plans to stand fast and hold the line. The Genlock after that looks like it’s going to throw the throwing axe in its hand and move toward the two warriors.

The shorter creatures: https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Genlock_(variation); they carry a shield and are drawing out throwing axes, although they have a battle axe at their hips.

The larger one: https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Hurlock; this one is holding a bow, although it has a nasty-looking two-handed sword on its back.

Initiative Order [Total].[Dragon Die]+[DEX][SP yes=1/no=0]
Character	Result
Dinn	21.6+31
Mikhail	16.5+21
Godfrey	16.3+20
Genlock 1	15.5+11
Richard	14.6+30
Fost	13.2+31
Loran	11.1+10
Trip	10.5+20
Genlock 2	10.3+10
Hurlock	8.2+20

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Mikhail attempted a quick casting, miss speaking the final words for the spell as he spared a second glance at the boy Alistair. He would need to start the whole process again as he lost the spell and it's energy.

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09:08, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 10 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 3, 1.  Casting Roll Mind Blast.

MP 10/15

Brother Loran stepped in front of the child, partly to protect him and partly to obscure the creatures from his view.

with staff in hand he started to quietly pray to the maker

With the mage’s spell fizzling out behind him, Godfrey steps forward and sets a defensive stance, waiting for the coming attack as he makes himself appear as imposing as possible. (Which, mind you, isn’t a difficult task; the man is large and imposing!)

OOC: Move Minor Action 3 yards. Defense Major Action (+2 Defense until beginning of his next turn).

One of the shorter creatures lumbers forward and hurls its axe at the spear-wielding warrior. The axe finds a weak spot in Godfrey’s mail and buries itself into muscle and flesh; the warrior staggers, shock and pain in his eyes. (14 damage to Godfrey.)

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 1, rolled 19 using 3d6+5 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 4, 5.  Throwing Axe Attack, Short Range vs. Godfrey Defense 14. It’s a hit!

Genlock 1 chooses to perform the Lethal Blow combat stunt, dealing an extra 2d6 damage.

Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 1, rolled 19 using 3d6+5 with rolls of 6,2,6.  Throwing Axe 1d6+5 damage, +2d6 Lethal Blow damage.

Richard is now up.
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Fost could not help but gasp at the sight of the creatures. Never had he seen these and even though he had heard stories the reality was more horrifying than he had imagined. These creatures surely were evil.

One of the smaller, bulky foes moved closer to throw its nasty axe at Godfrey and thus came within the range of Fost's own axe, which he immediately hurled with all his might. While his aim was true, the axe spun too much and did not hit with the blade but with the flat side of the axehead.

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Minor: Ready bastard sword after throwing
Major: Throw Axe @ Genlock 1 or 2

rolled 7 using 1d6+6.  Throwing Axe Damage.

rolled 17 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 5, 4.  Throwing Axe attack, long range @Genlock1.

Brother Loran, Still with the child behind him stepped forward next to the wounded Godfrey and raised his staff in defiance

" I call upon the Maker of all to help these good people in their hour of need I beg you to channel your define power through me, your servant so I can smite these foul creatures and protect my flock"

With that his staff shone with holy light and a bright beam shot out of one end towards the creature that had attacked Godfrey.



18:38, Today: Brother Loran rolled 12 using 3d6+4 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 6, 1.  Arcane Lance attack


18:39, Today: Brother Loran rolled 9 using 1d6+4.  Arcane Lance Damage

Richard takes aim at the approaching Hurlock and lets loose his arrow before it can close range and engage the party in melee.  The arrow flies true and strike the creature but embeds itself in the armor causing no noticeable damage.

13:31, Today: Richard rolled 10 using 3d6+4 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 1, 4.  aiming at Hurloc.

Trying a second time with a bit more force behind it, Mikhail launches a second blast toward the two in the back.

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08:52, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 12 using 3d6+4 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 6, 1.  Casting Roll Mind Blast.

Puissant Casting for 1 Stunt Point: +1 Spellpower

Spellpower 15 vs Strength(Might)

Richard’s arrow sails high and wide of the menacing archer at the rear; the creature smiles a sinister smile at the rogue, malice in its eyes as it raises its bow.

Meanwhile, Fost is able to strike the approaching Genlock with his throwing axe, although its armor absorbs most of the damage. (Genlock 1 -2hp)

Loran follows up with a prayer, sending a bolt of radiant energy out that pummels the creature. (Genlock 1 -4hp)

Trip moves forward to Godfrey’s right, readying his blade to strike at the first enemy to come within melee range.

The second of the shorter creatures lumbers forward to take advantage of the injured warrior. It didn’t expect the slight man next to him to reach out with his short blade; however, Trip’s attack simply deflects off the mail.

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Trip, rolled 9 using 3d6+2 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 1, 5.  Short Sword +2 vs Genlock.

The creature swings its axe in a heavy overhand arc, but Godfrey expertly turns it aside with the haft of his spear.

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 2, rolled 13 using 3d6+5 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 2, 3.  Battle Axe Attack +5 vs. Godfrey.

The darkspawn archer takes a step forward, draws back his string, and looses an arrow at Richard. It hisses out something sinister as the projectile buried itself into the dirt a yard in front of the rogue.

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Hurlock, rolled 9 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 4, 2.  Shortbow Attack, Short Range, +2 vs. Richard.

Round 2
Dinn nocks another arrow and fires at the creature that injured the warrior earlier, burying it into his target’s midsection, knocking the ugly beast to the ground. (Genlock 1 -13hp)

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Dinn, rolled 17 using 3d6+3 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 2, 6.  Longbow Attack, Short Range, +3 vs Genlock 1.

Evil GM, for the NPC Dinn, rolled 11 using 1d6+5 with rolls of 6.  Longbow Damage 1d6+5.

Stunts: Knock Prone, Mighty Blow, Pierce Armor (3 points of armor piercing).

Evil GM, for the NPC Dinn, rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  Mighty Blow.

OOC: I’ll resolve Mikhail’s action tomorrow.

Godfrey will attack Genlock 2. Genlock 1 will stand and draw its battle axe.

Health
Fost 40
Richard 32
Mikhail 27
Loran 23

Dinn 20
Godfrey 23 9
Trip 26

Genlock 1 -2 -6 -19
Genlock 2
Hurlock

Initiative Order [Total].[Dragon Die]+[DEX][SP yes=1/no=0]
Character	Result
Dinn	21.6+31
Mikhail	16.5+21
Godfrey	16.3+20
Genlock 1	15.5+11
Richard	14.6+30
Fost	13.2+31
Loran	11.1+10
Trip	10.5+20
Genlock 2	10.3+10
Hurlock	8.2+20

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OOC: Mind Blast is only a 2 yard radius. You can't catch both the Hurlock and Genlock 1 in that circle; however, you can catch the two Genlocks in the circle, so I'm going to proceed under the assumption that Mikhail wants to catch two creatures in his spell.

Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 1, rolled 16 using 3d6+3 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 1, 6.  Strength (Might) vs. SP15.

Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 2, rolled 13 using 3d6+3 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 5, 4.  Strength (Might) vs. SP15.

The creature knocked down by Dinn's shot is flattened on its back, but is otherwise unaffected; however, the one facing Godfrey and Trip takes the full brunt of the arcane energy. It staggers and falls, its eyes swimming in their sockets.

OOC: Genlock 1 - Knockdown only. (Already down, so no appreciable effect.)
Genlock 2 - Knockdown and stunned. (Can only take a minor action.)

Godfrey adjusts his spear and raises it deliberately, lining up his attack. He thrusts the weapon down with fury, driving it deep into the creatures shoulder. (Genlock 2 -5hp)

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 13 using 3d6+7 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 1, 2.  Two-Handed Spear Attack, +7 vs. Genlock 2.

Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 10 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 3,4.  Two-Handed Spear Damage 2d6+3.

The coherent Genlock scrambles to its feet and draws its battle axe, hissing and growling in frustration.

OOC: Richard and Fost are next.
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As Godfrey and Trip were engaged in a melee with the the short but powerful figure, Fost charged the nearest and swung his large sword at the foe's ugly axe grunting as his arm took the shock before the blade slashed into the creature's leg.

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Minor: Aim
Major: Charge Genlock 2

rolled 16 using 2d6+5.  Bastard Sword Damage.
rolled 13 using 3d6+6 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 3, 2.  Bastard Sword attack, charge and aim.
Add+1 as it is prone, total 14

rolled 13 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 5, 3.  Disarm Attempt.
Add +1 as it is prone, total 14
rolled 7 using 1d6+4 with rolls of 3.  Disarm Distance
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Brother Loran was both fearful but amazed at the same time as the maker answered his call. With the knowledge his god was with him he stepped forward and repeated his prayer




20:15, Today: Brother Loran rolled 17 using 3d6+4 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 5, 3.  Arcane Lance attack

20:16, Today: Brother Loran rolled 5 using 1d6+4.  Arcane Lance Damage

2 stunt points mighty spell +1d6 damage


20:20, Today: Brother Loran rolled 2 using 1d6.  damage.

3 stunt points Mana shield +2 to defence

Total damage 7

Richard draws back his bow, checks his aim, and looses another arrow at the hurlock. It’s followed by a second one in rapid succession. Both shots penetrate the creature’s mail, causing it to roar in pain. (Hurlock -9hp)

OOC: Load Weapon. Attack.

Evil GM, on behalf of Richard, rolled 14 using 3d6+3 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System (({5}, 5, 1)).

Evil GM, on behalf of Richard, rolled 9 using 1d6+6.  Long Bow Damage.

Stunts: Rapid Reload, Stay Aware, Lighting Strike.

Stay Aware - Evil GM, on behalf of Richard, rolled 18 using 3d6+3 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 3, 6.  PER.

Lightning Attack - Evil GM, on behalf of Richard, rolled 14 using 3d6+3 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System (({4}, 3, 4)). (No stunt points on Lightning Attack.)

Evil GM, on behalf of Richard, rolled 10 using 1d6+6 ((4))

Fost’s blade knocks aside his target’s axe on its way to cut a lengthy slice along its leg. Amazingly, though, the creature is able to hold onto its weapon. (Genlock 2 -11hp)

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 2, rolled 15 using 3d6+5 with the AGE System (({6}, 1, 3)).

A second blast streaks out from Brother Loran’s staff at the other axe-wielding creature. Struck squarely in the abdomen, it reflexively curls its knees up to its chest. (Genlock 1 -2hp)

Trip takes advantage of the stunned creature in front of him to cross around behind Godfrey to sneak up to the other fallen monster and finish it off. The genlock loses sight of the rogue, only to find him again as he drives his blade into its vitals. The creature twitches a couple times and goes still. (Genlock 1 -6hp; dies)

OOC: Move & Backstab

13:07, Today: Secret Roll: Evil GM, for the NPC Trip, rolled 8 using 3d6+2 (1 stunt point) with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 1, 4.  Dexterity (Stealth).

Evil GM, for the NPC Trip, rolled 10 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 3, 1.  Scout/Journeyman Reroll Dexterity

Evil GM, for the NPC Genlock 1, rolled 8 using 3d6+2 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 3, 2.  Perception (Seeing).

Evil GM, for the NPC Trip, rolled 17 using 3d6+5 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 4, 6.  Short Sword +4 vs Genlock 1.

Evil GM, for the NPC Trip, rolled 11 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 2,6.  Short Damage + Backstab 2d6+3.

Having traded a squishy target for something less so, and while still suffering the effects of the mind blast, the creature before Godfrey and Fost staggers unsteadily to its feet.

OOC: Minor Move Action to stand. Only action it can take.

Angered by the abuse being hurled at it by the archer, the hurlock tosses its bow to the ground, draws its two-handed blade, and rushes toward Richard and Dinn.

OOC: Drop item (free), Draw Weapon, Move (in place of Major Action)

Round 3

Dinn doesn’t like the idea of that big creature coming at him, but he resists the urge to back up. Instead, the elf stands his ground, draws an arrow, and fires. The projectile’s momentum takes the hurlock off its feet. (Hurlock -6hp; knocked prone)

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Dinn, rolled 13 using 3d6+3 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 6, 2.  Longbow Attack, Short Range, +3 vs Hurlock.

Stunt: Knock Prone

Evil GM, for the NPC Dinn, rolled 11 using 1d6+5 ((6)).

OOC: Okay, we’re into Round 3 action. Genlock 1 is dead, and the Hurlock has been knocked prone, thanks to Dinn. Genlock 2 is standing again, and will be able to take its full slate of actions this round.

Godfrey will stick on Genlock 2, unless that creature goes down before he can act.

Health
Fost 40
Richard 32
Mikhail 27
Loran 23

Dinn 20
Godfrey 23 9
Trip 26

Genlock 1 -2 -6 -19 -27
Genlock 2 -6 -17
Hurlock -9 -15 - PRONE

Initiative Order [Total].[Dragon Die]+[DEX][SP yes=1/no=0]
Character	Result
Dinn	21.6+31
Mikhail	16.5+21
Godfrey	16.3+20
Genlock 1	15.5+11
Richard	14.6+30
Fost	13.2+31
Loran	11.1+10
Trip	10.5+20
Genlock 2	10.3+10
Hurlock	8.2+20

Fost gasped as the Hurlock charged foward to the rangef attackers.
Confident that Godrey and Trip should be able to dispatch the stout figure, he growled as he decided to intercept the Hurlock.
Daunted by the creature's cruel weapon he charged.
Before he impacted, Dinn had shot it, the force of the arrow hurling the humanoid from its feet.
Unfortunately, it distraced Fost from applying the edge of his sword between the thick metal rings of his foe's mail. His blow, while drawing blood, did not seem to bother the brute much.

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Minor: Move
Major: Charge
rolled 10 using 2d6+5.  Bastard Sword Damage.
rolled 15 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 2, 5.  Bastard Sword attack, intercept Hurlock.

Richard decides to ignore the prone Hurlock to focus on the Genlock that was still a threat.  Taking aim again, he lets fly an arrow towards his foe.  It is a good hit, if a weak one which barely penetrates the thing’s armour.

OOC: I realized I no longer have easy access to my PDFs until I can cobble together a replacement computer

ay: Richard rolled 7 using 1d6+6 with rolls of 1.  Arrow damage. 16:41, Today: Richard rolled 14 using 3d6+03 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 6, 3.  Fire aimed arrow.

Mikhail whips his staff back and forth, firing a bolt of energy at the Hurlock. Capitalizing on the momentum, he attempted to let off a second bolt in quick succession.

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06:42, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 12 using 3d6+4 (4 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {4}, 2, 2.  Arcane Lance.
   Lightning Attack and Stay Aware (06:47, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 10 using 3d6+1 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 3, 4.  Stay Aware. Failed)
06:44, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 13 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 3, 4.  Arcane Lance second attack.
06:49, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 9 using 1d6+4 with rolls of 5.  Arcane Lance Damage.
06:49, Today: Mikhail Loren rolled 8 using 1d6+4 with rolls of 4.  Arcane Lance Damage.
 So, 9 and 8 if hit.

Both of the mage’s blasts penetrate the large creature’s armor, adding injury to the insult of being knocked prone previously. (Hurlock -7hp)

OOC: Most importantly, the first attack hits, so both attacks hit. They deal 4 and 3 damage, respectively, after armor.

Godfrey lunges forward with his spear, striking a glancing blow off his opponent’s armor. (Genlock 2 -4hp)

OOC: Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 16 using 3d6+5 with the AGE System (({5}, 2, 4)).

Evil GM, for the NPC Godfrey, rolled 9 using 2d6+5 ((1,3)).

Richard’s shot doesn’t drive particularly deep into the genlock, but it seems to be just enough to take the creature down. (Genlock -2hp)

OOC: Genlock 2 is dying.

Fost’s strike, although weak, causes the creature to cry out in anger; whatever the result, the warrior seems to have drawn its complete attention. (Hurlock -5hp)

OOC: Loran is up. As you folks consider what you will do next round (if the creature still stands at that point), Trip will move up to attempt to backstab the hurlock while it’s still down. And the Hurlock will stand and try to cut Fost in half with its two-handed sword.

Health
Fost 40
Richard 32
Mikhail 27
Loran 23

Dinn 20
Godfrey 23 9
Trip 26

Genlock 1 -2 -6 -19 -27
Genlock 2 -6 -17 -22
Hurlock -9 -15 -27 - PRONE

Initiative Order [Total].[Dragon Die]+[DEX][SP yes=1/no=0]
Character	Result
Dinn	21.6+31
Mikhail	16.5+21
Godfrey	16.3+20
Genlock 1	15.5+11
Richard	14.6+30
Fost	13.2+31
Loran	11.1+10
Trip	10.5+20
Genlock 2	10.3+10
Hurlock	8.2+20

Brother Loran saw the Hurlock attacking fost and prayed for a miraclejust as another bolt of devine energy shot out of his, staff



15:48, Today: Brother Loran rolled 13 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {1}, 3, 5.  Arcane Lance attack.

15:49, Today: Brother Loran rolled 9 using 1d6+4.  Arcane Lance Damage

Richard will draw another arrow and ready a shot to fire should the Hurlock manage to regain its footing.

Four bolts of magical energy streak out from the brother's staff and pummels the creature as it struggles to get up; the arcane power surges through its body, and it convulses before falling still.

It feels like a collective breath is released as the last of the darkspawn expires. Trip smirks at the group's handiwork, and Dinn gives a satisfied nod to Richard. Meanwhile, Godfrey takes a knee, leaning heavily on his spear and groaning as the pain overtakes the excitement of the battle. He seems a bit pale in the afternoon light.

"Quick, someone help Godfrey.", Fost said, clearly meaning but not explicitely saying so Loran.
He walked to each of the brutes and hacked their heads off to make sure they were truly dead.
"Stay alert, my comrades, I doubt these were all. Dinn, Trip, please check the perimeter for any other foes."
Only then he seemed to relax some and smiled, beamed really.
"Well done, my friends, well done indeed!"
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Mikhail nods, grabbing Loran by the shoulder to bring him to Godfrey, whispering in his ear as he went, "Check him carefully. I don't know how many of these corruption rumors are true. But... be careful. I can only cover for an apostate so much." Not knowing how the man would react to Brother Loran's magic displays, he thought that if he was the one waving his hands and making minor magical displays, they would ignore whatever Loran was doing.

Though clearly concerned for their friend, Trip and Dinn nod their assent and head out to patrol the perimeter.

"I think I'll be all right, but if your mage has healing powers, it'd be greatly appreciated," Godfrey says. His voice sounds strained.

Brother Loran quickly ran over to Godfrey but listened to Mikhail's words also and nodded.

Crouching the examined the wound and took out his herbs and wrappings mixing ingredients he quietly said a prayer to the maker to help him heal the man before him as he had done so many times before in the chapel infirmary.

08:16, Today: Brother Loran rolled 14 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 5, 3.  Heal (TN 10)

will spend 2 manna points

08:20, Today: Brother Loran rolled 11 using 2d6 with rolls of 5,6.  healing.

.

He felt the usual tingle in his hands and a slight heating of the herbs as he channeled the power of the maker into them.

Turning he placed the mixture on the wounds and bandaged them up.

Fost noticed Mikhail's concern and was again reminded of Loran's belief in the Maker as the origin of his magic. Or whatever it might be called.
Indeed, for the first time outside Redcliffe people had witnessed his work and while probably - hopefully - most were as oblivious as himself about the nature of magic and the Circles of Magi and Chantry Templars implemented in an attempt to control the threat of unleashed forces, one never could be sure. Clearly, Godfrey, Dinn and Trip had seen Loran's work.
Would this become an issue?
Fost himself had shunned the potential conflict, had not spent a thought on the matter. Mikhail, raised in a Circle, was indoctrined to seek non-Circle magi and either destroy them or bring them into the fold of the Circles. Loran did not see the threat, resting in peace with the Maker. Someday Mikhail would be forced to act, covering up, ignoring the situation was not a long-term option.
Fost sighed. They were his friends, what would be his choice?
The warrior shook his head and he looked out for the others, whether aby raised an alarm

The herbs take on an ethereal quality, and the magic works its way into Godfrey's wound as Loran applies the medicine. To Fost's knowing, if untrained, eye, it's all very subtle. If someone isn't expecting magic to be cast in this way, Fost could see how easily Loran's work could be missed.

OOC: Godfrey recovers 11hp, bringing him within 2hp of max.

The warrior immediately relaxes, visibly relieved. He examines the bandages, commenting, "Your healing touch is incredible, holy brother. You could make real money with that talent. Err, if you weren't wed to Andraste, that is."

Meanwhile, Dinn and Trip reach the dwarven steps and are beginning to explore the area south of the closed entrance to the Deep Roads. Fost catches Trip's eye, and the latter gestures that they've found nothing, so far.

Fost watched the two as they scouted the immediate area and Essen up as they signalled that there might be no further trouble.
"Godfrey. When you told us about the darkspawn I was indeed imagining more than three. What do you think? Don't you agree that their scouting party would be larger? I fear there are more nearby."
"Put differently: if you had known it were just three of them, would you also have hidden in the cave?"

"I am not sure that this is it, that this is all."

Fost closely inspected the armour and weapons of the brutes, the weapons they could sell, the armour might be usable for him. A mail would be so much better than his leathers. Maybe at least some armour was salvageable.
"In any case we have to hide these corpses, bury them pwrhaps."

Brother Loran packed up his things "we need to get the child to safety not go hunt other darkspawn. He is our priority " he stated softly but firmly

Fost frowned.
He did not like leaving Darkspawn about. Had not liked it from the very beginning. Had strongly argued for staying.
Now Loran raised the issue once again.
Mikhail also had not liked staying here but had been convinced or simply overruled.
Fost was getting tired of having the same discussion over and over again.
"Again? Really?"
"We know that the Darkspawn were half a dozen because that's what our friends here said. We have dispatched only three, so some three are still about."
"Do we consider the immediate end of the threat achieved?"
"If so we can focus on other matters."
Fost shrugged. He had voiced his opinion time and again, he had no intention to fight his friends in this each and every step of the way. For him the situation had not changed.

"We have the matter of the apostate mage Fenwithe in Lothering. Or maybe check out that manor where they were supposed to meet the mage to hand over the boy. Two days ago.", he reminded. Fost did not believe they would find anything.

"Or we can play save and return to Redcliffe for I believe delivering the boy to the intended location, Bournshire, is out of question?"

"It was days ago. That lot may have returned to their lair, or moved on elsewhere; who knows how many are or aren't above ground right now?" Godfrey counters. "You're inviting disaster if you want to run around looking for other possible creatures, and it doesn't get your boy any closer to his destination, either.

"Your mage sealed the entrance to the Deep Roads, and we've eliminated a group of them. I say that's enough for folks who have another mission to perform. Tell the leadership in Lothering what you found and let them worry about informing the Grey Wardens."

As Fost poses the question to his compatriots. Dinn and Trip return. "No signs of any other creatures around us," the latter says.

Fost heaved a sigh.
"Well then."
"You have held your side of the deal and so do we."
"I thamk you for your help, Dinn, Trip, Godfrey."
"You may leave and no ill feelings."
"Farewell and make better decisons about your employers next time."
Fost made sure to grasp each man hand with a firm shake.

He turned to his friends.
"Let's leave, I don't feel save around here."

Brother Loran went to each of the three men and gave them a quick blessing as well as a warm thank you.

" it might be good if we stick together until we reached the road and then split there. I dare say If there are more they would likely attack in the wilds" the Brother offered.

As he inspects the darkspawns' mail armor, Fost finds that it appears sturdy enough and the links damaged in combat won't be difficult to repair. However, something seems...off about it all. For one, the armor design is different; it just doesn't look like any mail he's seen, even if the construction of the individual ringlets is familiar. Two, the color of the metal is strange; the normally silvery-gray metal has a tinge of ruddy brown in it, like it's forever on the edge of rusting. (Fost knows for certain that it isn't rusting.) Three, there's a slight feeling of malevolence that seems to radiate from the creatures, even in death, and Fost gets this feeling in the back of his mind that the armor has absorbed some of their taint.

OOC: The Blight is a sickness that originated with the ancient magisters violating the Maker's golden city. All darkspawn are said carry a manifestation of the Blight, and, as such, are "tainted." The Blight is fatal when caught, except in the rarest of circumstances (or the victim is able to find a Gray Warden that can guide them to a Joining ritual.

You folks would know that being wounded by a darkspawn - especially if you're clawed or bitten - or if you maintain contact with  "tainted" items, there is a chance you may contract the Blight.

"We can travel with you 'til you get back to the road," Trip offers. "We'll, uh, probably head west after that." Godfrey and Dinn nod their agreement.

With the sun low in the sky, the group returns to the cave to rest for the evening. The warriors and archers are able to split up the watch into palatable pieces, and everyone gets sufficient rest for the night. After a light meal to break their fast, the group and their ward head back up the hill to the road to Lothering. There, Godfrey, Dinn, and Trip say their goodbyes and turn westward.

The friends and their ward turn the other way, knowing they won't reach Lothering until the 30th. Four more nights on the road.

OOC: It's currently the 25th of Bloomingtide, and you folks will reach the town at midday on the 5th day.

You have your wagon and supplies, and your three horses. Who's driving, who's riding their mounts, and who's in the wagon with the driver?

Any discussion you gents want to have on the road? Any specific activities?

Back in the cart gave Mikhail the time needed to think about how to deal with the issues before them. Seeing no sign of corruption from the man injured by the darkspawn weapons was a good thing. However, the main problem came from trying to keep the boy entertained for the travel. Seeing as he was seated with them in the cart, he thought it might be best to ask him some questions, mostly riddles. He figured that things like this could keep him from getting too focused on just what had happened earlier. Not the best solution, but it was a good start to getting the boy more comfortable around the 4 of them for the time.

Just as on the first leg of the journey, Fost sat astride a mount and ranged back and forth, sometimes even beyond sight of his friends, to scout the road ahead. And checking behind them, too, in case something foul threatenwd them from that direction.

OOC: First things, first. Everyone gets 400 experience points for the darkspawn encounter. Your experience total should be 1550.

Mikhail finds that Alistair isn't entirely dimwitted, merely average in his comprehension for a boy his age. He seems to have received decent tutoring at Redcliffe Castle, as one would expect for a ward of an arl; however, he doesn't seem interested in more academic subjects. Still, the mage is able to keep the boy entertained along the way.

The road is quiet, and Fost sees nothing of note either ahead or behind them; only as they near a "wayside" in the late afternoon is there any sign of activity in the form of what looks like a couple families working their farms on the back side of the inn. A couple folks take notice of the travelers and wave as they approach, and one of the women heads toward the inn to meet the newcomers there.

By the time the group reaches the wayside, the woman has come out the front of the cottage. “Blessings of the Maker, travelers!” she says. “Do you seek to take your rest here?”
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Fost waved to the men and women, making sure their group does not look threatening in any way.

He stopped his horse near the cottage.
"The Maker bless this home, good woman."
"Indeed, it has been some nights since we had a nice bed, food and drink."
"We will gladly stay."
"And we will happily share news."

"Excellent idea. I'll make sure to check in with the local templars as well. As a Mage, they should know that I have leave to be here. Perhaps we should meet up in the local Inn afterwards?" He would of course make sure that the cart was secured and the animals given water and feed first, but he wanted to make sure that the presence of a Mage, even one from the Circle, would not upset the locals.

Brother Loran dropped down from the back of the cart relieved to be able to stretch his legs.

He smiled at the warm welcome from the woman " may the Maker keep you and yours safe."
he said " My name is Brother Loran, if there is any in your family that needs my services please ask whether it be of the soul or the body." he said with a gentle voice

"Oh, good. We're always happy to hear news from both east and west. Do you come from Redcliffe, or farther west?" she asks as a pair of teen boys comes out to tend to the cart and mounts. "One of Nia's young ones has been ill with a fever, brother. I think she'd appreciate having a skilled healer look in on the child. Come along; the boys will make sure your animals are cared for and the cart is safe in the barn. You'll have your own mow for it, and stables for the mule and horses. That'll be three silver for the lot of you.

"We'll eat just before sundown, but, if you need something now, I have some bread and ale. Or hot tea, if you like."

OOC: A "mow" is a small stall in a medieval tithe barn for storing goods or materials.

"Tea would be perfect." The more they continue to let Brother Loran perform magic in the open, the more worried Mikhail got. Sure, Mikhail believes that magic comes from the Maker as was said in the Chant and the books on the Fade that he remembered, but that is not a common view among all the mages out there. Perhaps Senior Enchanter Wynne shared his views and maybe some in the more loyal fraternities, but outside the Circle... who knows what others might think.

If Brother Loran continues to flaunt his Maker given gifts out in the open... Mikhail can only cover for him for so long.

"I'll put a kettle over the fire," the woman says. "My name is Lara, by the by. Call for me if you have need."

Mikhail knows Loran is a talented healer, even without the use of magic. He has seen him prepare various poultices and remedies for all sorts of ailments to good effect. That doesn't diminish the dangers of flaunting of his more powerful gifts, but he's shown he can keep his healing to the mundane practice, as well.

Brother Loran felt the mage stern eyes on him but he shook it off a child needed his skills "mistress Lara could you please take me to the child and I will see what I can do to help"

When he saw the child he quickly unrolled his healers pouch. He Che ked the child's temperature and examined them fully taking out his herbs he put together a dry mix separating it into 5 small piles. He took some parchment and made 4 little parcels out of the first four piles then added the fifth to some hot water that he mixed with a little honey.

He gently got the child to drink it.

Turning to Lara "here are four pouches the parents must give one every evening for the next four days. Here is a little honey comb crumble a little in the drink it will melt and make it sweet to taste."

With that he cleared his things away

08:33, Today: Brother Loran rolled 18 using 3d6+4 (6 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {6}, 6, 2.  CUN (Healing) will use his 6stunts to speed up the child's healing
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Fost thanked Lara and went to tend to the horses, checking the cart or wagon afterwards. He was  no craftsman but felt confident enough to detect any damage that might hinder their progress on the next day.
By the time he was finished he was already feeling hungry and was anticipating what the innlord and his cook may prepare for them.
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The girl seems to immediately relax and falls into a comfortable sleep; her mother, Nia, is grateful for Loran’s care, and Lara vows she’ll make sure the child gets the medication on time.

The proprietress returns to the main room with a steaming pot of water, five cups with tea leaves in the bottom, a loaf of bread, and a small pot of honey. She produces four aromatic packets and places them on a high shelf in the corner, quietly reminding herself that’s where they’ll be when she needs them.

Fost finds the cart to be in mostly-good repair. One of the floor slats moves a little when manipulated, but the stable hands provide him with a few nails and a mallet to help secure it. When he returns to the common room, he finds the bread, honey, and tea laid out on a small table.

The group learns the families here are cousins, their ancestors having settled here before the Orlesian invasion of the last age. (OOC: For you historically-aware folks, this means the family has farmed this land for at least a century.)

*~*~*~*~*

The sun is low over the western horizon and a nug stew over the fire is filling the common room with mouth-watering aromas. The four men are seated around the room making smalltalk with the proprietors when the front door opens and three figures enter.

The lead figure is clearly elven, her build impossibly thin under almost-form-fitting light mail armor. Over her left shoulder is a tall, broad shouldered human lad in a leather cote, holding an unstrung bow in one hand. Over the other is a shorter fellow, really not much taller than she, but with a build similar to the man next to him, also dressed in leathers. Both men have darkish hair and similar facial structure, hinting at a familial connection.

Lana is up immediately, welcoming the new guests and inquiring as to their needs. The elf says they just need a place for the night, as they’re heading west to Redcliffe, and adds they have a cart and a mule that needs looking to. Lana replies that they’re just in time for supper and tells them the cost; the stable boys leave to tackle their duties, and the proprietor (Lana’s husband) moves from his chair to a stool near the fire to accommodate the newcomers, who are surveying the space and its occupants.

The elf’s eyes are almost predatory - oddly bold and aggressive for one who likely hails from an alienage - as if she likely knows what she wants and often gets it. The shorter man hangs close to her, as if he relies on her (or, perhaps, dotes on her), while the other steps in and explores, taking in the details of a new place, it seems. She looks at her hanger-on and gestures toward the open chair to sit; he does so and she follows, taking her place on his lap.

“I’m Fancy, and this is Arlan,” she says by way of greeting. “The tall one there is Tanner, by name and trade.”

Tanner, who is standing next to one of the empty chairs, awkwardly raises a hand and says, “Hello.”
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