Topic: The Rynwold Pantheon (D&D 4e) (Read 95024 times)

Stush · « **Reply #980 on:** April 15, 2012, 02:44:37 PM »

[Perception: 1d20 +2 18 + 2 = 20]

JDigital · « **Reply #981 on:** April 15, 2012, 02:53:14 PM »

Francisca: You spot a strange substance in your drink.

Bongo Bill · « **Reply #982 on:** April 15, 2012, 03:16:49 PM »

(I haven't been posting much, so I'll say: Pitamaha is at the inn as well, but he's been meditating until now. He doesn't drink, but with a perception roll of 1d20+5=11 he doesn't notice anything wrong with anybody else's.)

Beat Bandit · « **Reply #983 on:** April 15, 2012, 04:02:06 PM »

Quote

1d20 +6
3 + 6 = 9

(This poison sure looks tasty. Thankfully & wasn't actually looking to get drunk or all the Francy perception in the world couldn't save him)

Stush · « **Reply #984 on:** April 15, 2012, 05:56:53 PM »

Francisca quickly taps briar and vivi and whoever else is near on the arm, and leans in. "Don't drink your drink, there's something weird in it.", She gets up and walks over to the bartender, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. "I may be jumping to conclusions, but I can make your head explode with nothing more than a word, remember that when you answer. Why, in rothdar's name, is there something I didn't ask for in my glass of water? You're the only person I remember handling my drink. Was I wrong to let you off easy earlier?"

[Rolling intimidate, got 19]

Doom · « **Reply #985 on:** April 15, 2012, 05:59:13 PM »

Vivi hasn't been paying attention to much of anything and left the bar a few times to go buy some things. Namely a basket of apples, a cold turkey leg, and some candles. She lit one and watched it burn for a long time... then used the gathered wax to cover the hollowed out top half of an apple!

She very, very proudly finishes blowing on the hardened wax and puts the freshly crafted Red Cap on Rudiger's head. He meows in appreciation.

Armed with a bunch of apples, one of which she is eating, Vivi has found her new spell effects gimmick.

JDigital · « **Reply #986 on:** April 16, 2012, 06:36:17 AM »

Is Vivi in the tavern?

Büge · « **Reply #987 on:** April 16, 2012, 06:51:19 AM »

Briar sniffs the poisoned ale, makes a face, then dumps it on the floor.

Doom · « **Reply #988 on:** April 16, 2012, 09:14:42 AM »

Vivi is in the tavern, yes. She has mindlessly followed Franny or Briar while doing her little project.

JDigital · « **Reply #989 on:** April 16, 2012, 11:14:25 AM »

The innkeeper loses his cool with Francisca and slams his hands down on the bar. The whole tavern goes silent, except for the sound of someone sliding a wooden bar across the door. You suddenly become aware that everyone in the tavern is glaring angrily at your group and they start reaching toward their belts, except for Bron.

"Looks like you picked the wrong village to snoop around in. I don't know how in Seria's name you talked your way around the Knights of Catharsus, but we've worked too long and hard to let some do-gooders ruin our plan!"

A tiefling in the tavern, a thin young man with white hair and completely black eyes, leans his hand on a sword and speaks with a polite, refined voice. "Taren! What happened to secrecy?"

"You shut up, Seric," shouts Taren, red in the face. "Your grandparents were never burned at the stake just for practicing their ancestral faith."

"No," he replies, "they were just forced into a life of wreched poverty by an uncaring church. Much more dignified."

Enraged, Taren knocks a mug of ale flying across the room.

"Ahem, if I may." The tiefling stands and draws a pouch from his belt.

JDigital · « **Reply #990 on:** April 16, 2012, 11:30:56 AM »

"With the exception of Bron there, everyone in this room has his or her own reason to hate the Knights of Catharsus. We are most of us worshippers of that primal faith. Druids, to use the lay term. The Carthasians forbid its worship in Grenrich hold, and forcibly converted this village a long time ago."

"It's no coincidence that Letham found those scrolls, or that the Knights of Catharsus arrived to arrest Father Kerin. Except for your interference, everything was going to plan. The priest would be executed or at least banished, and this village could finally return to druid control. Or he would, until you showed up."

Seric the tiefling places five large, flat platinum coins on the table, each worth a hundred gold pieces. They're very old coinage, intricately embossed with images of an old castle.

"Taren would rip you limb from limb, but I give the five of you an option. Take this five hundred gold, and never speak of what you learned in this village. That's considerably more than enough to buy safe passage out of Catharsus territory. You can live a life of luxury in a free city like Hurst or Rothton and never worry again."

"Or, you can refuse and I'll let you see what Taren looks like when he's not bottled up in human form."

Bongo Bill · « **Reply #991 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:03:07 PM »

"I prayed for a revelation," murmured Pitamaha, "and my prayer hath been granted." He cleared his throat and spoke up. "Well I know the pain of separation from the Gods of old. Though They test ye, and demand great sacrifice from ye, and make ye pariahs in the lands of strangers, to suborn one's life to Their whims is the only true high calling. Ye all, and Kerin as well, did act only as befitteth soldiers in the war for mortals' souls. And we shall do likewise. My own God commandeth that a hidden truth, once discovered, need not be revealed; but if my companions deem ye their enemies, then so too shall ye be mine."

Doom · « **Reply #992 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:23:25 PM »

(Accepting their money and then using the Paladins to help slaughter the entire village would clear our name with the Paladins and eliminate the only people who'd be left wanting to kill us in this equation. You know, tattle on them once we're out of the "surrounded" situation.)

Beat Bandit · « **Reply #993 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:27:14 PM »

(that works too. I was just gonna say take the gold and burn down the bar)

Doom · « **Reply #994 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:29:11 PM »

(I don't want to follow any solution in which the Paladins might attack us, including taking the money and actually running so they have an excuse to assume our guilt.)

Beat Bandit · « **Reply #995 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:35:39 PM »

(not taking the money at least would be: 1) suspicious 2) not something Ampersand is cool with)

Doom · « **Reply #996 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:38:10 PM »

(Running as in fleeing the paladin investigation/the village/the country.)

Beat Bandit · « **Reply #997 on:** April 16, 2012, 02:40:19 PM »

(oh okay, I just read that as not okay with either taking the money or running, not the combo. In that case I agree we should seem to go for it, take the money, then tell the paladin about it. We can even show him the single platinum coin they used to try and bribe us)

Büge · « **Reply #998 on:** April 16, 2012, 04:32:03 PM »

(Briar will defer to the decisions of the group. My responses from this point onward may be delayed. I've suffered a rather large problem in that my computer now refuses to turn on.)

Stush · « **Reply #999 on:** April 16, 2012, 06:25:51 PM »

Francisca glares at Taren. "Hey, I'm on your side, People should be free to worship whatever religion they wish for. And I can see why you'd see us as a threat. But still, poisoning my drink? Rothdar's grace imbues me with a lot of patience, but that kind of stuff just doesnt't get any slack from me."

She looks around the tavern. Crossing her arms. "If the father had left, do you really think the town could have gone back to druid control? The paladins had been warned by someone inside the town, with a carrier pigeon, so if the father HAD left, and you guys decided to go back to your old ways, it would only have been a matter of days before that army came marching back, and this time, do you think they'd give you any chance? They'd come in and slaughter every one of you."

She turns around, looking at Seric. "If Rothdar has taught me anything, it's this. You can't just buy freedom, or get it in secrecy, If you do that, you'll always be looking behind you, waiting for someone to stab you in the back or hurt the ones you love. You need to Fight for it. If you want to follow your old ways, you need to show the new ways that they can't keep you down, you need to give them a fight that costs too much for them to pursue.", She looks over at Taren. "You say you can tear us apart? That your village can destroy us, Why us? Why don't you turn your energy towards the paladins of catharsus? They're the ones who caused all the problems for you, they're your enemy, We're just here to investigate a mysterious death and hopefully find some treasure to write an all new, best seller novel."

She reaches down and takes a coin. "I'll take your money, And i won't rat you out, But i'm telling you now, you can't just stay quiet and hope for peace, you need to FIGHT for it. You need to create your own country, where you're free to worship as you see fit, take in like-minded refugees, and create a whole new nation of your own!" She leans in towards taren. "So, what's it going to be? Are you going to keep living like this? Only a surreptitious whisper away from being invaded and enslaved or slaughtered? Or will you take the fight to them, and show them that the old ways are still alive and kicking?"

[Rolling diplomacy, Got 21, re-rolled for master diplomat, but just got the same result]

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