The Prime Campaign: Game Thread

I dream about Lathander but the spooning makes causes them to take a slightly inappropriate turn I won't be talking about at breakfast.

Arschloch calmly surveys the hooded figures before turning back to walk into the tavern. On the way up the stairs, Arschloch makes a stop by the bar and grabs the first full bottle available. Walking back towards the stairs and taking a few swigs of the bottle, Arschloch proceeds up the stairs and walks towards the first room on the left. Arschloch enters without knocking, walks over to the sleeping Aryn, and gently shakes her awake. Some manners do exist, despite entering a room unannounced. After Aryn has sufficiently woken, Arschloch motions for her to follow into the other room. Again entering without decorum, Arschloch walks over to the sleeping Frederick and takes one more gulp on the bottle before dumping the rest of the contents onto Frederick's head. Listening to him sputtering awake, Arschloch moves to Unglar's bed and not-so-politely shoves him off.

Once everyone is awake, Arschloch ignores their protesting and informs them of the 4 hooded figures outside in the street. Arschloch is ready for a fight, but for the sake of "playing nice" decides to form a plan of action with the rest of the group (before going out to beat things up).

After being shoved off the bed, Unglar returns the shove to Arschloch. Grabs his axe and preps for a fight.

"I don't suppose you have an actual reason for believing they're coming here for us? Or am I near drowned for nothing?"

Arschloch relays the fact that they were certainly headed towards the tavern, but not necessarily to the tavern. Arschloch doesn't care much. They look like assholes and Arschloch is itching to fight.

"If we wait to strike, we lose the element of surprise. On the other hand, if we strike and it turns out they had no intention of attacking us, we'll have slaughtered some more or less innocent people. At the bare minimum I would suggest we get closer to an exit in case they really are malicious and decide it would be a good idea to burn down this fine establishment."

Listen Checks
Arschloch [D20 = 2] + 2 = 4
Aryn [D20 = 19] +3 = 22
Unglar [D20 = 14] = 1 = 15
Frederick [D20 = 12] + 2 = 14


The sound of the scrapes of wood upon wood and other movements can be heard from the main floor of the tavern. Aryn can distinctively hear what sounds like something being rolled along the ground.

"My axe needs blood. Let's fight."

I'll follow Unglar.

"I don't trust those noises outside. Let's investigate to see what these people are doing, and if it's something malicious, we'll put a stop to it."

OOC: I don't want to seem like I'm trying to give hints and stuff, but I'm gonna, ofc, but how do you want to go about "investigating" though?

I obviously have no problem with you doing such, but as far as I know you're all still up the top of the staircase (I assume) still trying to listen to what's going on.

OOC:	I gather your point. Might as well address this directly.

“Presumably we’ll need to head outside if we want to have any inkling of what’s going on in here, unless anyone has any better ideas.”

I don't hear Aryn because I'm already walking down the stairs.

I am moving down the stairs as well.

"I- I-"

I give up and follow the others down the stairs.

Whilst moving down the stairs you can hear the rolling noises stop, and footsteps leaving the tavern. The room has been emptied of tables and chairs. In the centre of the room there is a man in dark red robes on his knees, whispering. Three paces from him there are three barrels from which leaks a dark syrupy liquid. The liquid runs in such a way as to form a triangle between the barrels.

Beside him stands a man in leather armour, apparently standing guard.

I cast Command on the robed man, commanding him to walk towards us (if it succeeds).

Frederick voices his Command spell's incantation.
Spell Check
Robed man Will Save [D20 = 12] < 13

Frederick says "Approach" and justs as suddenly as the command was uttered the robed individual stops whatever he was whispering to himself, stands up, and walks 20 paces towards you and stops.

OOC: How close is that in relation to the party?

Drav wrote:

OOC: How close is that in relation to the party?

OOC: Imagine yourself at the foot of a staircase, the other party members are on stairs behind you (except for maybe Arschloch? Probs still on landing). The robed man is standing about just outside arms-length.

OOC: Cool. Can I do/say anything else or do I wait for everyone else to do something.

OOC: Seeing as you were the one to cast the spell, I would say that you are free to make your next action if you wish.

The man whom was standing guard turns to find his robed accomplice to have moved. You can see he has a broadsword sheathed on his side.

I take a step forward, brandishing my mace.

"You appear to have lost your way friend. I suggest you immediately enlighten us as to who you are and your business here."

"Woe!", snarls the robed being. "and woe is you! I know not how you managed, but you have interrupted the ritual to the Many! The destruction of this petty town shall be surely known. It might be too late to finish tonight's ritual, but it's not too late to offer him your blood!" With this said, he draws a dagger from his robe.

Rolling initiative
Frederick: [D20 = 16] - 1 = 15
Unglar: [D20 = 17] - 1 = 16
Aryn: [D20 = 8] + 2 = 10
Arschloch: [D20 = 12] + 2 = 14
Strangers 1+2: [D20 = 20]

Combat order:
Strangers
Unglar
Frederick
Arschloch
Aryn

The man wearing leather armour runs to the door, opens it, yells "get in here!", and then returns his attention to the party members coming down the stairs.

Robed man Attack roll
Attack roll: [D20 = 16] + 1 > AC 15
Damage: [1d4 = 2] + 1 = 3 damage
The robed man, dagger now in hand, slashes at Frederick, and manages to find a gap between the fishlike scales of the young Cleric's scalemail.

OOC: Now that we've entered combat, we have to follow a more strict posting order, the order being that of the highest initiative rolls, in this instance of combat, at least in terms of PCs, the order is Unglar, Frederick, Arschloch, then Aryn.

Each turn per round you essentially get a free action (moving, drinking a potion, etc), and a standard action (swinging or firing weapons, casting a spell, etc).

Also, Since you are all still coming down the stairs more or less, and that the robed man in right infront of you, if you were to try to move past him to get to the man closer to the door, you would incur an attack of opportunity. Which basically means that they pretty much get to take an attack at you for free without fear of retaliation. They also make this AoO in your turn, and don't have to wait for their own.

I push head with axe at the ready to the leather wearing man. "Time for blood."

Unglar pushes past the combat between Frederick his foe, with axe brandished high.
Robed man's Attack of Opportunity
Attack roll: [D20 = 9] + 1 < 12 = Failed
The robed man slashes at the rushing Half-Orc going past him, but the studs of Unglar's armour neglect any penetrating power as he continues to charge by towards the man in leather, now unsheathing his broadsword.

Unglar Attack roll
To hit: [D20 = 12] + 3 > 13
Damage: [1d12 = 8] +3 = 11 damage
Unglar's blood-curdling roar fills the tavern, and brings his greataxe down with all his might upon his leather-clad opponent, tearing down through leather, flesh, and bone alike, as he severs the man's off-hand arm clean off, and rips into the underside of his ribcage. Blood spurts from newly created orifices. Despite adrenaline starting to surge, he has a clear shocked look upon his face.

OCC: Does the robed guy look like he's had it or does he need more of a beating?

OOC: the robed fellow had not taken any damage, if that's what you're asking.

OCC: Doh. Misread who was attacking who.

Wincing from the knife wound, I summon up my might and take a swing at the robed man with my mace.

Frederick Attack roll
To hit: [D20 = 11] + 1 > 12
Damage: [D8 = 4] + 1 = 5 damage.
With new-found strength, St. Cuthbert looks upon Frederick with his favour, as he cracks his mace upon the skull of his enemy, with a sickening thud. Blood drips from his foes's ears, but he still stands.

OOC: All good. Thought that might be the case.

Also, should anyone land a killing blow, I'll try not to overtake the narrative too much should you want to describe how you decide how you want to kill a certain foe for each combat - more or less. Within reason or what-have-you, and before the next person in the initiative order posts.