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Sharos Perception:
Torgal Perception:
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Sat May 26, 2012 2:42 pm
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*jk, there's no sound*
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Sat May 26, 2012 6:16 am
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Blighted Land.
Cursed Brethren.
Fog.
Witches.
Wolf.
Zarovich.
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Wed May 23, 2012 2:38 am
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If he can't figure it out, he lets the others give it a shot.
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Wed May 23, 2012 2:28 am
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(Squall, give me a Linguistics or Intelligence Check)
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Wed May 23, 2012 2:26 am
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Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Tue May 22, 2012 10:39 pm
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Wessel examines the totem, looking for anything that indicates a trap.
(Perception: )
Statistics: Posted by Sajuuk — Tue May 22, 2012 7:19 pm
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Statistics: Posted by Sajuuk — Thu May 17, 2012 1:40 pm
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Torgal Survival:
Torgal Perception:
Sharos Know(Nature):
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Wed May 16, 2012 8:26 pm
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Satella's not familiar with any of the symbols or writing, though, if she had to make an educated guess... druidic?
EDIT: The statue bear's no trace of magic whatsoever.
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Fri May 11, 2012 2:32 pm
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"I think we may have found the werewolves guys. I think we should stayclose and hae Torgal lead us." (Can we hear each other in the silence area, or are we just moving our mouths?
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Fri May 11, 2012 1:59 pm
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Satella also casts Sense Magic (aka Detect Magic) to scan for nearby auras and aura residues
Statistics: Posted by Zanaikin — Fri May 11, 2012 1:55 pm
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Hours continue to while by as you and your companions marched on. In the sky, the Sun had finished it's ascension and prominence, and now begun to ceed the world to evening. Your path had taken you through patches of forest and clearings allike, with little sign of the dread that fills most tales of he North. Then, in but a brief moment, the nature of all things seemed to change, drastically.
Coming out of a small patch of forest into a clearing, you and your companions were greeted by a meadow locked in an eerie silence. The fall wind continued to rush through the trees, but with no sound to herald its passing. Likewise, the call of birds and prey faded and disappeared as you moved forward, until, like the wind, they fell silent; as though flora and fauna alike were given no voice in this place.
But, perhaps, what most drew your attention was the object that stood in the ground to the right of the path. A thick, round pole, rooted into the ground, it's barken exterior charred and painted with barbaric symbolism. Another, smaller pole, laying across the top, draped with animal firs and other druidic fetishes. Finally, a dire wolf's skull, painted red, with a piece of tarnished parchment punctured through it's canines.
(Go).
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Fri May 11, 2012 3:39 am
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He then begins to chant a quiet prayer as he sprinkles the oil liberally onto the bodies.
"...and we commend your souls to the care of the Eternal Sun, that you may be illuminated forever in the next world. Amen."
He finishes, and turns to Alvar.
"I have done all I can. Light their way, and let us be gone."
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Statistics: Posted by Zanaikin — Tue May 01, 2012 3:11 pm
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Alvar, Athaulf, and Wessel, based on what they recall from the war, think that, assuming the ghouls haven't moved on, their may be anywhere from 5-15 of them lurking nearby [Knowledge Local/Religion Auto Success].
(Go).
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Tue May 01, 2012 3:01 pm
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Perception 13+11 = 24 [ignore 100ft penalties]
Survival 9+11 = 20
Statistics: Posted by Zanaikin — Tue May 01, 2012 12:49 pm
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Torgal Perception as Survival:
25 Perception
16 Survival
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Tue May 01, 2012 11:30 am
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Statistics: Posted by TheDude51 — Tue May 01, 2012 6:11 am
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Statistics: Posted by Laharl — Tue May 01, 2012 5:01 am
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Statistics: Posted by Sajuuk — Tue May 01, 2012 4:24 am
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(Alvar, Athaulf, and anyone else who moves up to within 20ft can roll Perception and Survival).
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Tue May 01, 2012 4:16 am
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He then moves forward 20' to try and get a better look. (Perception 14+11=25)
Statistics: Posted by Laharl — Tue May 01, 2012 1:53 am
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DC 20: Huh? I think I see something on the road up ahead. Maybe 50-100ft or so?
DC 25: It looks like their are some objects clustered together. About 60ft ahead.
DC 30: Oh shit. Humanoid and equine corpses 60ft ahead. This can't be good.)
(Go.)
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Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:59 pm
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For much of the morning and on into the afternoon, you traveled the stone path of the Iavar Way, through the patches of the mighty Barovar Forest with little distraction. Despite its reputation as an accursed land, nothing seemed terribly out of place. The land, the trees, and the natural seemed just as it would be in any other place of the Great Continent. Though, one thing did seem to be missing: The Mists.
All of your mission briefs and documentation had gone on in considerable detail concerning banks of mist or fog that seemed to move towards persons traveling the road. Yet, for the first six or seven hours of your journey, you saw nothing beyond the fog left by the night. Likewise, there also seemed to be a general lack of undead roaming about. There was recently a great war fought against the undead, after all.
However, just when the scenery had you believing you may have came here for not, you happened upon the remains of a small farming community. Turning out of the forest into a clearing, you are greeted by the a couple of ruined homes and barns, a very large bank of mist. Thick enough to obscure the group, but low enough for you to see out to the other side of the clearing where the forest resumes.
(Perception (Sight) Checks from everyone)
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:04 pm
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(Ready to go)
Statistics: Posted by Sajuuk — Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:00 pm
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Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:21 pm
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(The next update will fast forward you a considerable distance. So, one last check: Does anyone have anything they want to do?)
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:41 pm
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Wessel rises early as usual and completes his morning meditations without incident. Equipping himself with the tools of his trade, he wears his Shadowbane Seal openly and skulks down the stairs to join the rest of the group. GIving an understanding nod to Grigori, he says to the woman, "Rest easy ma'am, if Osirion has not yet judged Erik Wolfsbane, we will see you reunited with him."
(Diplomacy roll: 1d20+8: 25 [1d20=17])
Statistics: Posted by Sajuuk — Sat Apr 28, 2012 5:32 pm
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*From the loot: I'd probably take the Wand of Invis, and the two healing wands as I can run around invis and heal everyone after I finish my first 2 rounds of buffs.
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:01 pm
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(Loot: I can use, with a UMD roll, any of the scrolls/wands)
Statistics: Posted by Laharl — Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:56 pm
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"My... my husband Erik! He traveled North several months ago. He was pursing a group of werewolves that had attacked our farming community. Please... please find him!" She finished, collapsing to her knees.
"Erik Wolfsbane," Grigori said after a few seconds. "A famous hunter of everything 'were'. He was good at what he did in his prime, but at 81 years old, he's well past his prime."
"I..." the woman began, fighting back tears. "I told him that if he left me to pursue those creatures that he wouldn't be taking my heart with him. That... that... that I'd give up everything that was ours. And I did! Except this!" She said, slipping a silver ring off of her finger, and offering it to Sharos.
"When we're close, the ruby glows... Please. Please find him." She finished, breaking down.
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:22 pm
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*back in the present*
Sharos steps up to her, trying to see if he remembered her from last night (*Serious DM question: do I?*) and responds in the afirmative. "M'lady, we are indeed headed to the North. Is there something you would like us to look for on our travels?"
*DM question: was the bonus XP for coming up with the Trade of Tales bargame mixed into the Get a Contact bonus XP? If so that's fine, just currious
**Also party: we have these loots to divy up:
Eternal Wand of Invisibility
Truedeath Spear (Javelin, when thrown, turns into a CL 8 Greater Disrupt Undead effect) x4
Scroll of Deny Death and Dispel Magic
Scroll of Remove Curse and Remove Disease
Scroll of Restoration x2
Blessed Silver Stake x4
Wand of Cure Light Wounds, 50 charges (CL 5)
Wand of Cure Serious Wounds, 10 charges (CL 10)
Wand of Lesser Restoration, 25 charges
Regional Map of the Kingdom of Barovia (Coming soon)
Map of Barovia City and Environs (Coming soon)
Statistics: Posted by Squall255 — Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:12 pm
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After collecting your gear, readying your spells, and, perhaps, giving a few more nostalgic sighs for fields just south of the Inn, you made your way down to the lobby. There was Girgori, but a different Grigori than the one who had greeted you the previous day. Gone was the jovial Innkeeper of boisterous smile and jovial smile. Now stood a man of dignified presence and silent intensity, his voice serious, and his eyes sincere. From his neck hung a seal of silver and blackened steel (Wessel immediately recognizes it as a Seal of the Knight's Shadowbane. It's an older design, but he's pretty sure Grigori is, or was, at least 2nd Cohort).
"There's a foul wind thats been blowing south ever since those mists descended. Be safe, and come back alive. We've lost to many damn heros to the North." He said, before giving you a nod and unlocking the front door.
You had just began to head outside when your attention was drawn elsewhere.
"M'lords! M'lords!" Called out an older female voice, and turned to see older female barreling down the stairs after your company. You were sure she was going to tumble down the rest of the way, but by whatever magic or luck, she managed to leap towards you unscathed, almost crashing into Sharos, has Torgal not caught her.
"Is it true, M'lords! Is it true you're going to Barovia?!?" She asked, panicked.
(Go.)
Statistics: Posted by Mr_Praetorian — Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:53 am
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