Tuesday, August 26. 2008Loot and stuff...
Ok, so I forgot to post this up last week, but at least I am puting our list of "looted" items up before tonight. It basically equaled 3000GP, split 6 ways. Higher math teaches me that we each get 500 GP. Listed below are the items that we got with their equivalence. Put in the comments if you want a particular item, otherwise we shall just sell them all and split the cash.
Ruby - 300 2 scalemail armor - 50 (25 each) Rock Crystal - 50 Golden Pearl - 100 4 flasks of Alchemist Fire - 80 (20 each) Mystery Oil - 50 2420 GP Sunday, August 24. 2008Tana Keln
Life could definitely be worse. I mean, it really feels like all the sneaking around in Athkatla is paying off. For the longest time it seemed like the price for studying without Cowled Wizard oversight was poverty. To be honest, I'm not even sure how I ended up in Longsaddle. I'm even less sure why I was kept in that kobold cave for over a week. Being rescued by Harcrit, Lissah, and Chlorine was just the beginning of my turn of good luck.
In return for keeping an eye on their little kobold pet, they agreed to split the treasure they uncovered in the goblin fortress with me and my two fellow captives, Venn and Solnac. We found the leader of the conspiracy to be a doppleganger, and though I'm not even sure that makes sense, there were no clues to prompt any better theory. Minus any trail to follow, we were content to relieve the goblins of their ill-gotten hoard. Whatever the doppleganger's purpose, he provided his minions with an abundance of valuables. Mixed in with all the gold and precious stones, we found the Mace of Tyr and the Helder family pendant. And most important of all, we found my spellbooks. Words cannot describe the feelings coursing through me as I thumbed through those pages again. During my most optimistic moments in the kobold cell, I imagined that somehow I would escape and earn the money to begin my studies anew. Never in my wildest hopes did I believe that I would be able to find my own books again. I had to cover my face with my hair to hide the tears welling up in my eyes. Fortunately, the others were greedily exclaiming over the rest of the treasure and didn't notice my momentary loss of control. Continue reading "Tana Keln" Monday, July 21. 2008Chlorine's log <posted for an in behalf of Rexbasior by Radar>
Lately my profession of adventuring has seemed like I've just been going through the motions. It's been that way so much lately that I found myself in some kind of kobold cave and I don't even remember how I got there. Once I awoke from whatever trance I was in I realized that that little guy who was hanging out with us had taken off.
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Tuesday, July 15. 2008Clarence: Drumming Lessons
I so excited to go home. Maybe even kobold god forgive me and let me stay. Maybe kobold wife cook up nice bat stew. I want show nice lady Lissah friends in kobold home. She take me all over world. I not know so many humans exist. Nice Lissah help me learn drums better. I even make better drum that sounds nice. Well, more nice than beating on tree trunk or barstool. Lissah have nice bells that make pretty sound when I beat drums. Drunken humans give us gold coins when we do this. It very exciting and open new world of possibilities for kobold tribe.
Beating drums with Lissah is definitely best part of travel. Some parts I not like so much. Sometimes we travel on road and mean humans with shiny swords try to poke us, but scary big man kill them. Other times we go in big houses and people yell at us. They not like scary black elf Sol and they not like me. It make me kind of sad. I not do anything to them. Sometimes I think scary big man will break their teeth, but little suspicious halfman not let him. Continue reading "Clarence: Drumming Lessons" Tuesday, July 15. 2008Something's Not Right
Third-day, Second Ride of Flamerule, Year of Wild Magic
Commander: The group that I set out with has become side-tracked. Rather than seeking the Mace of Tyr with the appropriate single-minded focus, they have allowed themselves to be swayed by promises of a reward for some trinket that seems important to the citizens of Mirabar. I return to you with all swiftness in order to focus on the needs of Longsaddle's people. Yours in Tyr, Han Monday, July 14. 2008What's wrong with 3.5?
From our brief conversation on Friday, I was left wondering why there was a need to jump to the new fourth edition. So I ask a question to the group to help me understand some of your reasoning: What is it that you don't like about the 3.5 edition rules that makes you want to move to the fourth edition?
Wednesday, July 9. 2008Clarence
I going home!!!!
[It's AoD's turn to write up, but I couldn't resist posting something.] Wednesday, July 2. 2008D&D Write Up--Lissah
Fifteenth day of Flamerule
Year of Wild Magic I keep telling myself the good news, which is that all this walking is really helping keep my legs in shape. We've been to three different towns in the past tennight, and I'm about ready to soak in a nice hot bubble bath for a few hours. Unfortunately, none of my new traveling companions seem to know the first thing about relaxation, much less the sort of skin-care regimen that my poor feet require. I think I might be developing callouses on my heels! Today we arrived in Mirabar, which I've always heard has some good patrons and a decent night life, but so far all I've done is walk around the city with that lanky black-haired half-elf, Chlorine. You know, I just don't understand her. The guards look at us, and she might as well be walking past trees for all the reaction she gives them. You'd think she could run a comb through her hair once in a while. Sheesh. Anyway, we went to see Lady Frath, but she wasn't in. Apparently she's hard to see, but I think we can sneak in and talk to her later tonight. She's the noble who was an important patron of Aust Liadon, the half-bearded man we saw at the wedding. It seems to me that we're putting an awful lot of effort in finding a guy who did, after all, help us kill kobolds, but my companions seem to think he's important. And after all, he did try to kill my poor little Clarence, so I guess I'd like to see that big brute Harcrit toss him over a rooftop. Harcrit likes that sort of thing. I guess Chlorine got tired of watching me get all the attention from the guards, because she decided to go back to the inn while I went to visit Taliend. In fact, strangely, every one of my companions decided to stay behind. It's all for the best, because Taliend knows some things about me that I'd prefer remained secret. Luckily he's discreet, or I might have needed to deal with him before this. But he, like all good bards, knows when to keep silent as well as when to sing. It's a good thing my companions are easy to manipulate, because none of them have suspected anything either. Although that halfling is kind of sly...I'd better keep my eye on him. Taliend told me some interesting information about the situation. It looks like it's a wider conspiracy than we had imagined. And, unfortunately, we have some competition. Here's hoping that Harcrit, Han, and Chlorine are the very best at what they do. If not, we might just lose our chance. Wednesday, July 2. 20084E: Some Random Bits
I know, I promised some long, juicy posts about Fourth Edition, but I just haven't had the time that I feel the posts deserve, so here are a few random pieces that I've collected in my preparations for the main articles. It's a bit long, and may not be of interest to everyone, so I put it behind the jump.
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Thursday, June 26. 2008
(On Behalf of Chlorine) D&D Writeup Posted by Ancient of Days
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This mace thing is taking longer than anticipated. I didn't even sign up for this. I thought the wedding was going to be a weekend gig. Now I'm stuck with a group of adventurers who can't even keep a journal properly much less quest with any sort of efficiency.
To sum up last week, Han and Harcritt, who I guess aren't any good at sleeping even, crept off into the night while we were at Triboar. Han must've had a hunch that there was some kind of bureaucratic information that needed to be had. He was smart enough to take Harcritt along since Harcritt's too proud to take his armor off even on a reconnaissance mission. He may as well have been wearing bells. After Harcritt was captured, Han was simply too honest to follow through with what could have been a beautiful double-cross (for the greater good). I heard that Harcritt's attempt to talk his way out the arrest was most humorous considering the guy has the charisma of a wooden wall. The next morning we got all the information we needed. The authorities were VERY understanding. I'll have to make a note of the lax system of law enforcement in this town if I ever turn to a life of crime. Apparently the punishment for mass murdering the entire town is four hours in the mobile stocks. We headed up north, backtracking through Longsaddle where Han had some paperwork to turn in. That little guy is so obsessed with paperwork. Oh yeah, and we left that dark kid Sol back in Triboar. Everyone else was like, oh he'll be fine, he's just hangin' out in that temple. I consider myself pretty religious, but after three hours I'm outta there. Hopefully one of us left a note where we were going. Maybe he'll be in the temple still when we come back in a month or so. BANDITS!... AGAIN! We decided to avoid the fight, which I don't mind since I pride myself on hiding. Unfortunately, during the "hide skirmish" I bumped into Harcritt and all his bells. The robbers, there were four of them, spotted the two of us. Ever since his arrest, Harcritt has been strangely silent (perhaps he had a weird prison experience), so I had to do the talking. This may sound like a total cliche, but I'd much rather just be one with nature than to talk to people. We probably could have attacked them, but it would have been risky. All of the rest of the party were in good hiding places, but if they didn't come to help in time, it would have been difficult for the two of us to handle four of them. I decided to play a little crazy. They began the conversation by letting us know there was a toll for passing this area of the land. Rather than thanking them for their time and saying we'd just find a non-toll expanse of land, I told them I'd be willing to pay five gold pieces. They were surprised by my audacity in naming my robbery price and conferred. Fortunately for us, we were able to hear that the bandits we slaughtered on the other road have reached this group's ears. The other crew were "work-peers" of this group. Nervous for their lives they asked how many were in our party. I replied that there was only one of us, which must've been insulting and scary to the gentlemen. I also said I knew their compatriots well before their heads came off. They gladly took the five gold and scuttled off. Han and I decided it would be a good idea to follow them despite some grumblings from others. Shortly into the stalking, Clarence the kobold made a ruckus and now he and Lissah were spotted by the bandits. Lissah demanded that they give her five gold pieces back which further contributed to their condition of reverse split-personality. I'm glad Longsaddle was a short stay. These cities make me nervous. Whilst there I came across some noteworthy tavern info. 1) Taliend, Lissah's bard master is heading to Mirabar with the groom from the wedding and his mother (the Westras), 2) Abbott Fostrik, the priest who was supposed to perform the ceremony never returned from his monastery. Hmmm. Well, next stop Mirabar! On the way there I dazzled the party with my extensive florae and faunae knowledge. One thing we were able to observe is a species of mushroom that only eats other mushrooms! Fascinating. Thursday, June 12. 20084th Edition: Alignment
Wow. This is a good idea, IMO. There are five alignment options in 4th edition, and only these 5:
Good: Protecting the weak from those who would dominate or kill them is just the right thing to do. You can follow rules and respect authority, but you're keenly aware that power tends to corrupt those who wield it, too often leading them to exploit their power for selfish or evil ends. When that happens, you feel no obligation to follow the law blindly. Lawful Good: An ordered society protects us from evil. When leaders exploit their authority for personal gain, when laws grant privileged status to some citizens and reduce others to slavery or untouchable status, law has given in to evil and just authority becomes tyranny. You are not only capable of challenging such injustice, but morally bound to do so. However, you would prefer to work within the system to right such problems rather than resorting to more rebellious and lawless methods. Evil: It is my right to claim what others possess. Evil characters use rules and order to maximize personal gain. They don't care whether laws hurt other people. They support institutional structures that give them power, even if that power comes at the expense of others' freedom. Slavery and rigid caste structures are not only acceptable but desirable to evil characters, as long as they are in a position to benefit from them. Chaotic Evil: I don't care what I have to do to get what I want. Their word is meaningless and their actions destructive. Their worldviews can be so warped that they destroy anything and anyone that doesn't directly contribute to their interests. Unaligned: Just let me go about my business. You support law and order when doing so benefits you. You value your own freedom, without worrying too much about protecting the freedom of others. Wednesday, June 4. 2008
First Report: Bandits, Trouble in ... Posted by Ancient of Days
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Ninth-day, First Ride of Flamerule, Year of Wild Magic
Commander: I have arrived in Triboar with the band of adventurers Lord Blackburn sent after those who disturbed the wedding and stole the mace of Tyr. Following some leads in Longsaddle led me to suspect the (former) Lady Regent of Triboar, and so we set out on the road. Our first night on the road, we were ambushed by bandits - they seemed rather well organized and equipped for regular bandits, you might want to consider sending out a small party of watchmen to see if any traces of who they might have been can be found. I marked the place where the struggle took place with the standard evidence runes, just off the side of the road. Upon our arrival in Triboar, we discovered that the Lady Regent had been deposed, and the son of the former Lord had been placed back on the throne. The rumor is that there we demons involved, and there's a strong suggestion that magician we seek may have been connected to the former Lady Regent, perhaps even her lover. We are now waiting at the local inn for permission to meet the Lord Regent to see what further information and aid he can provide as we continue to seek these troublemakers. Finding myself in the company of the most capable and brave group of adventurers I have ever met, I am returning enclosed the remainder of my investigatory stipend, as well as a letter requesting temporary leave of duties from the force. While I fully intend to continue to send updates and to complete the mission I have been assigned, I think I would prefer to do it as an independent agent, and a member of this traveling band of adventurers. Assuming neither they nor you have no objections to this, I plan to formally resign my post with the city watch upon our triumphal return. Yours in Tyr, Han Saturday, May 31. 2008DnD entry #3
I like weddings.
I especially like outdoor weddings with lots of people and an open bar. And this particular wedding was so lovely and so crowded, I allowed myself to sip wine and even throw my hood back, all the better to enjoy the party and watch the beautiful, blond bride glide down the isle. Until the goblins showed up. Continue reading "DnD entry #3" Friday, May 30. 2008ZOMG
From Penny Arcade:
Thursday, May 29. 2008Wren person
Are you actually going to do a write-up this time? Because, if not, I'm going to do it. Your sister suggested I give you a deadline, so here it is:
When I get back from O-ville on Sunday, if there's not a post, you shall be scooped. Get 'ir done. |
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