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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 1, 2017 17:50:06 GMT -5
You feel the familiar yield of the frog's slimy skin and then crack of its skull as your pick buries itself deep into the creatures brains. The light leaves its eyes and you haul your pick out and rip open the beasts mouth. Fillin comes sliding out, covered from head to toe in slime. His robes having holes burned into various place and his body shaking. Hes gotta a distant look on his face, horrified even as he spews slime from around his mouth as tries to catch his breath. He curls up and hugs his knees, rocking back and forth. "I-I-I apologize, I need a-a-" He tries to continue but gets choked up on his tears and slime as he sobs quietly into his knees.
Defeat! Congrats! 50xp and Fillin found 17sp in the creature's guts. Yay!
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 1, 2017 18:28:30 GMT -5
Xanadu takes the silver and splits it into two piles, handing 8 silver protectors to Fillin, "Thanks for distracting the beast for me." Xanadu says, surprisingly cheerfully. "You need to get yourself a blade, then you can cut your way free next time." Xanadu stands, and begins to walk off toward their goal, stopping to call back, "Alright, enough lollygagging, lets get a move on." Without waiting to see if the Halfling follows, Xanadu continues slogging through the swampland.
Survival 19+2=21
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 1, 2017 19:20:27 GMT -5
Fillin Shakily takes the coins and smiles at the dwarf. He looks a little defeated but for his part. He then moves to one of the pools and washes off the slime that coated him before catching up with you. "Y-yes, sir!" He says shakily as he closes the gap. You head deeper into the swamp till your sure your in the right area and start looking for signs of the Lizardfolk. After mere hour into their territory you find the tracks you were looking for and follow along. Before too long you spot 2 Lizardfolk in the distance (about 100 ft. away). You see them slinking around in the bushes around a pool of water where you see a giant frog is floating.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 2, 2017 12:45:20 GMT -5
The Dwarf puts his arm across Fillin’s path, blocking him from moving any closer, “Do you see them?” He says crouching down. With slow careful movements to avoid drawing attention, the Dwarf pulls out his long bow, and sets the bowstring with a grunt. “Can you see any markings? I want to know what tribe they’re from.” Pulling out an arrow, he sets it into his bow and takes aim at the closest Lizard Folk with the least cover. “Once I fire this shot, they should come running. I’ll only be able to fire twice from this distance before the Lizard Folk reach me. If I drop one, I need you to make sure they don’t bleed to death.” Xanadu hopes that the Lizard Folk are hunting that frog, because it will be a hard fight against all three of them.
Initiative: 1d20+2=14 Surprise Attack: 1d20+4=16, Damage: 7+2=9 Next round attack: 1d20+4=15, Damage 6+2=8 (same target unless it dropped, then Lizard Folk first.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 3, 2017 6:10:30 GMT -5
Fillin squints his eyes at the Lizard folk. "Uh... Yes! They both a black fang on their hide" He says confidently. With that knowledge in tow you draw back your bow and let the first arrow fly. You aim for the leg of the bigger of the two but your arrow carries just a little farther than you wanted and you hear Fillin cringe. "Ooh... Right in the tail". The lizardfolk lets out a shriek and the Frog turns to see the hunters and dives underwater. With their quarry gone both hunters turn to you. "Oh, that is not good" Fillin says and gets behind you with his shield up. You knock your next arrow as the two approach at rapid speeds. Zipping across the marshland with practiced ease. Every pool they come up on, they dive into and jump back out of in less than a second. You realize that you're hunting in their territory. You once more aim for the leg to slow the one you shot down but the arrow buries itself into the lizardman's hip and he shrieks in pain but it doesn't stop his momentum. You manage to toss your bow down and pull your pick up just as they come up on you. You figure you have time for one more clean strike before they're on you.
Initiative: 1st: You & Fillin 2nd: Lizardfolk
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 4, 2017 5:12:07 GMT -5
Xanadu passes the Halfling his bow, "Keep the string dry now, Boy." Then he steps forward to meet the onrushing Lizard Folk. He turns his body to face the healthy one, but at the last second pivots, spinning his War Pick in a wide arc at the wounded one. "You're tougher than you look." Xanadu says in Draconic.
Attack: 1d20+6=19 Damage: 1d8+4=8
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 5, 2017 7:37:19 GMT -5
Just as you comment on the creatures toughness, you twist your pick and hit the scaled creature with the flat of it. There's a distinct gong-like sound that resonates from the creatures thick skull and your pick before it drops like a sack of bricks. Probably into a coma... When you go to pull your pick away to hit the other one you find yourself lacking air as the creature's club slams into your stomach (6+2=8 bludgeoning dmg). Its teeth draw closer but you manage to jerk back before its teeth sink into your neck. "Sh-should I heal you now?" Fillin asks as he works diligently to keep himself at your back within arms but away from the creature.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 5, 2017 10:10:21 GMT -5
The Dwarf growls at the Lizardman, “He broke a couple ribs Fillin, I wouldn’t mind some of that healing you promised.” Xanadu pushes the beast man back to put some distance between those teeth and his throat. Then he smashes his pick through the creatures shield, aiming for where his arm should be.
Rolls: Push was flavour. Attack 1d20+6=25 Break shield (str): 16+4=20 or just damage 1d8+4=11 (your call)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 5, 2017 13:20:41 GMT -5
Your pick strikes true and drives into the lizardman's shield. It shrieks in pain and pulls away from you. Fillin places his hand on your back and you feel the rejuvenating power fill you. Your pain disperses and you feel your ribs snap back into place. (6+2=8 heals). The lizardman swings his club over his head and slams it into the side of your leg (2+1=3 dmg). You swear you feel something snap as your brought down to your knee. It tries to take a bite from your flesh but you shove your pick into its mouth.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 5, 2017 15:19:33 GMT -5
Xanadu limps to the right, slowly so as not to expose Fillin He is feinting that his leg is injured more than it actually is, ‘Hopefully the scaly bastard tries to leap at me, quick side step and slam the pick home’ Xanadu thinks to himself.
Deception: 1d20+0=13 Attack: 1d20+6=14 Damage: 1d8+4= 8
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 5, 2017 15:51:26 GMT -5
The lizardman raises his club into both his hands to deal what he thinks is the cope de grace and you capitalize by striking your pick into its side. It drops its club back and you suddenly find your shield slammed into the side of your head. You look for the source of your disorientation and see the lizardman with its tail holding the club (5+2=7 dmg). It attempts to bite you again but you manage to raise your shield to your face and stop it.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 5, 2017 18:22:40 GMT -5
The Dwarf nods appreciatively at the Lizardman's form, (Draconic) "Good trick." Stepping into the creature, Xanadu socks him in the gut with the hilt of his weapon. As he doubles over, the Dwarf spins his pick around and smashes it into the creatures back. "Not good enough." Xanadu hopes that Fillin keeps the healing flowing.
Rolls: Attack: 1d20+6=25 Damage: 1d8+4=10
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 5, 2017 20:08:02 GMT -5
The Lizardman hits the soft marshy ground as you stand victorious. Fillin touches your back and the swelling on your face comes down by a significant margin (5+2=7 heals).
(+200xp, or 100xp for you and Fillin. The creatures have loin cloths. 2 clubs. 1 shield and one with a hole in it. 6 javelins and 2 giant swamp rat pelts (valued at 5 silver each)
Welp you now have 2 unconscious lizardmen. Now what?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 5, 2017 20:18:31 GMT -5
Xanadu stacks their equipment to one side, and asks, “About how long until they wake up?” Regardless of Fillin’s response, Xanadu sets to work binding them. Once bound he sets to work turning their shields into a makeshift stretcher. The kind that can be dragged behind to bring them back to town. If they stir on route, Xanadu will slap them with a gauntlet covered hand to keep them compliant.
Once back to town he will bring them to the fellow looking for one of each sex. If they’re both the same sex, he can choose which he wants. The other will be brought to the guard for interrogation. He will show me where their territories are whether he likes it or not.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 6, 2017 16:00:15 GMT -5
As you trudge through the swamp you hear Fillin shout; "They're getting loose!" He moves in and taps the lizardfolk on the head and the creature screeches. You sigh and bash it over the head. Rendering it unconscience. The second one breaks through your ropes and bares down on you with it’s fangs before it’s eyes roll into the back of its head and it drops with Fillin standing behind it, shield in hand. He opens his eyes. "D-did I get him?" He asks.
Welp now your rope is broken and they're both unconscience again. What now?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 6, 2017 21:22:31 GMT -5
The Dwarf looks at the boy, face grim. He holds his attention for a few long moments before his face splits into a grin, “You sure did Fillin, well done.” The Dwarf reloads the bodies, “Let’s get them back to town before they wake up again.”
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 7, 2017 7:33:15 GMT -5
You load up the bodies once more, a fact made harder given that your rope was broken but you both manage and arrive back to Clfiton. The Lizard men are taken by the guards at the entrance and held till you sort out your business. You head to the buyer's house first and knock on the door. A young man in a pristine white coat answers. After introducing yourself and your purpose for the visit he sighs heavily. "Yes, I had that figured" He says sounding very annoyed and he hands you two crystals. One pink and one blue. He then explains that after you knock out the male and female and bring the crystals in proximity they will detect and absorbs them into an extra dimensional space. Then he shoos you away. Your head back and are brought to the holding cells. Both Lizardfolk have awoken and are in separate cells.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 7, 2017 9:12:05 GMT -5
Xanadu is all business while dealing with the buyer, but after he leaves the property he grumbles, “He could have given those to me when I made the deal in the first place.” He finishes the walk grumbling every few minutes about wasting his time, or having to walk all the way to high quarter again.
Once he is back to the holding cells he pulls out the globes, “So guardsman, which of these fellows is more talkative?” Switching to Draconic, “Which of you is going to tell me what I want to know? The other gets sold to a scientist. Who knows what that fellow is going to do with you.” Xanadu shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 7, 2017 23:16:41 GMT -5
As your walking from the Scientist's house you remember that you only heard about his wanting a male and female and never directly dealt with him till now. Still, he was a dick.
The guard shrugs. "I can't make heads or tails of anything they say" He answers you.
Both Lizardmen hiss at you and Fillin jumps in surprise. "We'll say nothing, bearded one" The left one answers. "Death before betrayal" The other chimes. They're reptilian eyes give away nothing, they seem to stare at everything with the same cold, unfeeling gaze.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 8, 2017 6:29:35 GMT -5
Xanadu watches them closely, trying to see which is the alpha of the pair. The one that makes the decisions, or the one that the other looks toward to make choices. "Well since you won't talk, maybe I should just rip you from this plane of existence." Xanadu knocks out the stronger of the two, and allows the sphere to absorb him, then he looks to the weaker, "Besides, you didn't even find out what I wanted to know. How did you know it would be a betrayal?" Xanadu shrugs, "I just want to know where the tribes territories boundaries are, yours specifically." Xanadu leans in, holding the other sphere, "The choice is yours."
Rolls: Insight: 1d20=16 Attack: 1d20+6=15 Damage: 1d8+4=8 (Non-Lethal) Intimidate: 1d20+0=14
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 8, 2017 7:25:37 GMT -5
The two are steadfast. Neither seems to look to the other, they both just stare at you with their reptilian gaze. You ask the guard to open the cell, he shrugs and does so and you swiftly move into the cell to hit the bigger of the two, he goes down easily and you pull out the blue crystal which has no reaction. You then pull out the pink one which flashes with light and draws the creature in. The smaller one (now the only one) stares in awe. "By Aulkhor's Grace" He says as he stares agape at the crystal. "W-Where did you get that?!" The lizardman demands, seemingly in a panic.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 8, 2017 7:43:56 GMT -5
Xanadu puts the filled magical sphere away carefully, not really sure how fragile these things really are. Turning his attention to the other Lizard Folk Xanadu shrugs, "Don't worry my Friend, I have one for you too." He holds the other toward the remaining Lizard Folk, "Tell me what I want to know, Aulkhor won't mind. The Humans make their boundaries plain. Knowing where the extent of the tribes territories are might even help us avoid one another sometimes."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 8, 2017 8:09:58 GMT -5
The lizardman looks at the Crystal, then to you and he lowers his head, defeated. "Fine" He says "I will show you our borders". When you show him a map it takes some time as he has to figure out where landmarks and the like are on that map which sorely lacks any such things. It has large land marks of course, like forests and lakes but the one's he talks about are like; a white rock the size of a man or a collection of 3 bushes. After a while your required to call in a specialist but you do get it figured out eventually and mark the tribe on your map. You note that the border isn't straight, its crooked and seemingly has no defined shape at least not one you can think of. Its also very small compared to the vastness of the swamp on your map, it makes you think there is either more than just 3 tribes or the other two are massive compared to this one.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 8, 2017 9:29:28 GMT -5
Xanadu smiles, "Thank you for your co-operation." Xanadu sighs, and speaks with respect in his tone, "The choice is yours friend. I can leave you here for the guards, knock you out to potentially join your friend in the orb, or send you to Aulkhor swiftly." At the last he hefts his pick. There is no gloating about the man, in the Lizard man's place, Xanadu isn't sure which he would choose. Probably alive in the cell, at least then there would be a chance for future escape.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 8, 2017 9:41:50 GMT -5
"I choose Death" He says with conviction. "But, I have a request" he says and points to the mine. "I wish for my body to be cast down here. It is where we will join our god in the after life" He says and looks down. "There is no place for weaklings among the Black Fangs. It is my duty to fall to a Fang greater than my own and have my flesh feed the Great One" He explains and jumps back. "But I will not fall without a fight!" He roars and charges toward you bearing his fangs. Rather anti-climatically you bring your pick down on him before he can do any damage though.
Welp... Now what?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 8, 2017 9:54:43 GMT -5
Xanadu draws his pick free, and shakes his head, "Not what I would have chosen." Turning to the guard, he adds, "Sorry about the mess." Xanadu leans down and plugs up the wound so it won't bleed on him while he carries the creature. Scooping him up, he settles the creature across his shoulders. "Come on Fillin, we need to go to the Temple." Suiting his actions to his words, he heads out to the Temple of Bahamut. Once inside, he seeks out the Wyrmspeaker. "I have done as you requested regarding the territory." He hands the Wyrmspeaker the Blackfang territory map. "I have also learned the name of the Black Dragon, and it's lair location. Will that do for a foothold?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 8, 2017 10:11:59 GMT -5
The Wymspeaker regards your information. "For a foothold, no. I fear not, my son" He says plainly. "Merely knowing the borders of a single tribe is not enough. Information on all the tribes and establishing a base would've been preferred" He explains and looks down at his map toward the Mine. "And I'm afraid without confirmation that the black dragon is at the bottom of that hole I cannot reward you. There may simply be a teleportation circle or perhaps it is false information to lead others to a trap" He shakes his head solemnly. "Of course if it is true..." He visibly shudders. "Bahamut help us all". There is an air of concern about the room. A thick fog of worry that seems to engulf every possible conversation aside from the possible doom that they could face. "It might not be" Fillin chimes in with a half smile that quickly fades as he shuffles behind you, abashed.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 8, 2017 11:40:28 GMT -5
Xanadu nods, "I really wasn't seeking an early reward Wyrmspeaker. I thought the name and location of the Dragon was too important to delay informing you." Xanadu gives a half-bow, "I have further information about the Mines at the Sinkhole. This Lizard Folk wished for his body to be cast down into the sinkhole. He said it is where he will join his god in the after life. He went on to say it was his duty to fall to a Fang greater than his own, and to have his flesh feed the Great One. This is why I think the Dragon lives below." With another half-bow, Xanadu waits for the Wyrmspeaker's response.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 8, 2017 12:20:21 GMT -5
The large half-dragon thinks on this for a moment. "You did well to inform me but there is too much at risk, my son" He says as he meets your eyes. "If this information is true or not taking it to the wrong source may incite panic or besmirch the great name of Bahamut, we will need to confirm it discreetly" He walks over to the window and gazes out into the city streets. "I feel that things are already in the works here. As if we are but bit players in a grander game" He pauses for a long moment and turns back to you. "Continue your work in the swamp, my son" He walks up to you, placing a firm clawed hand on your shoulder. "Now more then ever we need a proper foothold and more information. We may be looking at war if Clifton is cutting off a black dragon's food source" He looks at you determined. "Send world by messenger if you learn anything new about this, my son" He says as kindly as he's able, but its clear that he's shaken by what he's learned. With that you are dismissed and led back out to the city proper. Fillin lets out a breath. "T-that was intense" He says, seemingly out of breath. He looks to you. "What'll we do now?" He asks
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 9, 2017 7:29:19 GMT -5
Xanadu leaves without another word, walking silently down the streets for several minutes, "Aye lad, it was." He says eventually, long after the Halfling had spoken, "We have two choices..." He trails off, seemingly still deciding something, "We can finish mapping the Lizard Folk territory, establishing a foothold in the swamps. Or we can get a whole lot of rope, and find out if there really is an ancient black dragon lurking in the swamps." Xanadu stops walking, "The way the Wyrmspeaker was talking, he expects Clifton to be unsafe for followers of Bahamut. If it's unsafe for us, it's probably going to be unsafe for Yondalla followers too." Xanadu nods, his decision made. "I say we finish mapping and establish a foothold away from the city." Xanadu thinks back to all the maps of the area he has seen, "I think I know the perfect place. Let's go."
(Looking for a place to establish a fortress to Bahamut. Needs access to clean water, and be easy to defend.)
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