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In this thread, we continue our journey in which our party (yet unnamed), embarks on an epic quest to thwart the assault of the Red Hand army on Elsir Vale, racing to prepare for the assault before the might horde ends the world as they know it.
The game is a long-term d&d campaign that run on the 3.5e system. It is mostly played on this board, with partial support on discord.
General details of the campaign can be found here:
>>132102 →Now, the party left off at the end of the evacuation of Drellin's Ferry, the townsfolk fleeing ahead of the advance of the horde. The Red Hand forces are mighty, and the party has been able to accomplish little to hinder the army, although the vengeful fury of a certain giant and his granddaughters may have bought the villagers some time, as distant sounds of thunder echo from the hills.
In part one, the party learned some vital information, from the the Wyrmlord Koth's notes, map, and conversations with many characters along the way
>The Red Hand horde means business. If it is going to be stopped, that will have to be at Brindol, the only place in Elsir Vale with a standing army large enough and the fortifications necessary to have a chance against such a large force.>Monsters are blocking the roads to the north, blocking any chance of reinforcements for Brindol>One of the leaders of the Red Hand is in the ruined city of Rhest.>The horde is going to steamroll the towns east of Drellin’s Ferry and keep going.>A powerful wizard named Cromar is retired in the BlackfensA partial archive of Part I can be found here:
>>133942 →And with that, let the games begin.
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>>140391You can tell taking 10 on a heal check that they're all pretty fucked-up. Several sword and arrow wounds and some moderate burns.
>>140393"Yes, you've made that clear. I'm not wasting a full spell on a papercut though, so I'd like to know how badly."
>>140395"I have been shot by about 10 arrows and earned a couple of cuts."
Henry approaches the rugged looking character and sets a bottle of rum down in front of him while uncorking another for himself. “What’s your story, stranger? You look like you’ve walked down some hard roads.”
>>140394Alright, then I burn all three of my Cure Serious Wounds.
[3d8+1 = 8][3d8+1 = 13][3d8+1 = 8]And feel free to claim whichever one works best for your HP levels.
>>140399Any more healing required?
>>140399I'll take an 8, I have the most current HP.
>>140395Just fyi, you've got a bunch of unexpended spell slots, and they'll just disappear if you don't use them by tomorrow.
>>140399That would be 3d8+6, your CL is 6.
>>140403I know, but Artorias is supposed to be kind of a jerk at times.
>>140399Disregard this number, these are the ones to use!
[3d8+6 = 17][3d8+6 = 16][3d8+6 = 18] >>140404Still the lowest one, as that is enough to put Aral at full HP. Assuming we got to that part already:
You get a "Thank you, cleric" from him, but that is about it. No hellos or pleasantries. It seems he's about to just get up and leave without any further word.
Fucking unbelievable. As he turns, he stops mid-motion, absent-mindedly trying to wipe away at a patch of blood on his cloak, before realizing it's not about to come out anytime soon.
>>140405You get a thumbs-up as you walk away, and the others get the rest of what needs healed healed through whatever spell slots are used to do it.
>>140405>before realizing it's not about to come out anytime soonPrestidigitation is good for this.
>>140406“Are you going to drink the rum or should I put it back up?” The pugilist says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
>>140404I'll take the 17 and 18 if Henry doesn't, then use the alchemical healing paste to oil myself up for the night in the stables.
"Thanks mate, anything else you wanna ask?"
>>140409>oil myself up for the night in the stablesMisty is into kinky stuff now?
>>140410Misty knows it’s going to rain and wants to fly
>>140408"I'm not particularly thirsty, but if you insist."
I chug it
>>140409"Yeah, what are we up against here? I know it's goblins and that there's a war coming, but besides that, my superiors have left me pretty far in the dark."
>>140414>>140413I’m referencing the “cover yourself in oil” meme
>>140416Misty can already fly, but okay.
>>140415"We're up against pretty much any piece of goblin ass you can imagine, dragons, spell scourges, spellcasters, samurais, et cetera."
>>140416>>140417Oh.
Okay, while you guys dialogue, can you all communicate what you plan to do on day 11?
>>140419“Now that I give it some thought, how do goblins even become samurai?”
>>140419"Dragons? Why would dragons be tooling around with those knife-eared savages unless they're using them like chew toys?"
>>140421You're a Warblade, right? Roll knowledge (local).
>>140421"Through excessive gobble training, I assume."
>>140422"They were recruited into the Red Hand, the rest is still a mystery other than maybe they are doing it for gold."
>>140426"That... that makes a lot more sense and is also quite worrying. If only somebody at my church had the ability to warn me of this, but passive aggression gets me nowhere...
Okay, I've understood at this point that you guys want to head east tomorrow. When do you all want to go to bed? You need 8 hours rest for arcane spell recovery, and one hour to prepare spells.
In-game, it's about 4:30 PM, on day 10.
>>140428try to convince whatever stubborn (((merchants))) that are left in town to finally leave, and then I guess I'll turn in at about 10 PM
>>140429Hmmmmmm, let me find my notes for that...
>>140428I'll head to sleep at about 9pm after i finish my fetish fun.
>>140432Do you know where we are?
>>140433hot>>140434of course, I was just wondering if it was being brought to the table as well as the bedroom ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
so do we all fuck our horses behind closed doors, or is it just going to be Chad and me?
>>140435It's a thing. He's a horse druid and everything.
I'm reasonably sure he fucked my horse too, but Aral failed his listen check that night, so in-character I have no idea. >>140429You make your way to the merchant's council gathering. It's a large but shabby building, a foul smell emanating from the general area. The building is visibly lit, but sparsely, as if by someone who cared more about saving oil than common sense.
In front of the building, you see an angry-looking woman, somewhere in her mid twenties, clad in chain mail, with an absurdly long scroll in her hands rolling across the floor. She appears to be giving a severe tongue-lashing to two very tired looking guards.
As you approach you hear
"What do you mean 'the forum is closed'?! It's supposed to be an emergency meeting, and by order of the founding guild doctrine, all emergency council meetings are to be made open to the public. I demand to see your manager!">"Ma'am. We're sorry, but we have orders.""I'm not going anywhere until I find out what happened to the public's donations!">>140432I have been operating under the assumption of it.
>>140440Can I determine anything else about the woman, like maybe if she's the other cleric in town?
>>140441Roll knowledge (religion), to identify the sigils on her armor.