It's been hours since the battle where S'kavara and Aiden "technically" defeated the Protectorates of The Shaded City Guild. They're so proud of their victory that they've declared themselves Super-Assassins and sent their companion, a human called Larp, on a separate route. The self anointed "Super-Assassins" head east away from Shaded City, but a protesting Larp is sent back towards the Protectorates.
Its nearly dark when S'kavara and Aiden see the approaching caravan. Its a smaller carriage, requiring only a driver and a single horse. Most likely, this is a traveling merchant!
The Assassins dive to the south side of the road unnoticed, hoping to devise a plan to continue their good fortunes.
DM sidebar:
Answer in any order. You may PM one another if you wish. If a battle starts, I'd roll for initiative after the first action (e.g. Aiden, without hisitation, strikes the driver. roll d20. I'll DM respond to that action, then roll initiatives all around). By no means are you limited to battle. You could threaten the guy, attempt to trade, flashdance, or something else I don't expect.
Don't limit yourselves to this arbitrary group name. I'm sure you can come up with something better, but try to add it in-game. Maybe after thinking about it, decide the name isn't quite right, your characters could suggest a new one.
Crouching in the shrubs near the edge of the road he studies the caravan. With only one horse and driver, over powering it would be all to easy."What do you think we should do, Cat?" His words quiet to any human (or any other humanoid peoples) but easily heard by the cat.
Aiden snickers to himself, his eyes wide, his fur matted but standing on end. "Burn, burn, burn!"
This cat, being truly fit for the chaotic nature of hellfire, generally thinks of nothing but death and destruction. His mind and soul charred, he stares intently at the highly flammable cart, fleshy horse and driver. They would make great fuel. Perhaps we can roast marshmallows over their bodies.
The caravan approaches closer, having no clue its under the careful gaze of the two stealthy miscreants.
"We can't, if we burn the cart we may lose everything inside. We could shoot the driver with my bow, but if I miss they will be startled and run off. I could shoot the horse, but it may only spook the horse wether I land a hit or not." he continues to watch the cart, trying to find a way to at least stop it "I may be able to hit the axel, and knock the wheel off, but that will be a tough shot."
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A small burst of flame, strangely seeming to take the shape of some kind of bulb, arose from the little cats head. "I've got an idea. I'll slide a rock underneath the wheels, make the driver think that he's run me over. When he stops to get out, you take him out. We get away with the loot, and a free ride."
"That will work as well as anything else, so go for it." readies his bow and an arrow. " I wonder if he will even care about a road kill feline."
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The caravan continues traveling forward. It has arrived to the point of ambush, but will Aiden and S'kavara attack, or do they have something else in mind?
Noting Aiden's hesitation, S'kavara thinks quick then takes off his hood and shirt. "The guild symbol will give it away." He quickly folds the pieces of cloth and sets them in front of the cat "Take these and hope on the back of the cart, cat, and try to stay hidden." He pulls the arrow that Lanor shot him with, and, without hesitation, shoves the arrow back into the mostly closed wounds. He runs out of the bushes, feet in front of the cart, and tries to act as if he had just been shot.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 6, total 6[/blockquote]
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SUCCESS
The driver signals his horse and halts to a stop. "You", yells the driver. "Are you alright?"
The driver steps off the carriage and begins walking towards the seemingly injured traveler.
(Sorry! I wasn't hesitating, I just wasn't on my comp at the moment XD)
The dark furred feline grabs his allies hood in his teeth and attempts to glide effortlessly into the cart behind the drivers back.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 18, total 18[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
Aiden moves with utmost stealth behind the driver, who completely fails to notice the small feline as he walks closer to S'kavara.
Looks up at the driver in mock shock "Please, I need you help, I've been shot with an arrow. Could you take me to the nearest healer?" He tries to put as much emotion and pain in his voice as he can muster
[roll]1d20[/roll]
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[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 9, total 9[/blockquote]
FAILURE
This caravan master, although not particularly bright, is hesitant and unconvinced.
"what happened? Who attacked you?"
Looks back at the spot where he burst from the woods, as if seeing if anyone was following him"I was traveling when I over heard a pig squealing, I went to see what was happening when suddenly tree hunters, I guess, decided that Panther would make a better meal. I tried to run, but they caught me. I fought to try and run again. That is when a midget fired an arrow into my shoulder. Please, sir, I don't know if they are still chasing me or not, please help me." he looks at the driver and tries his best to muster a few scared tears
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 8, total 8[/blockquote]
The driver, a human male, steps off his vehicle, and looks towards the trembling Panther. Although still unconvinced of the victim's story, the good natured driver isn't one to let a creature in pain go without assistance. "I'm carrying medical supplies to Shaded City. I guess there was some sort of mishap early this morning." He walks to the rear of his carriage and opens the locked storage trunk. After sorting through, and gathering, a few supplies, he shuts and locks the storage door, and circumvents the wagon back to S'kavara. "Here's a tincture and some bandages. Just dump the whole bottle on your wound and wrap it. It'll help the pain, and prevent any further infection. I'd offer more, but my boss would kill me. " The man begins the climb to the top of his carriage.
he takes the supplies and begins to dress his wounds. He sits in front of the wagon in hopes to make it not move."Thank you, Sir!"
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 8, total 8[/blockquote]
The tiny feline lightly begins searching for a blade of any kind, broken bit of glass, something. If nothing else, Aiden would use his own claws. They have to kill this fool before he gets away, without spooking the horse.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 2, total 2[/blockquote]
S'kavara immediate feels the intended effect of the medicine.
S'kavara healed by 2 hp
Most of the pain is gone, but time will have to heal the rest of this wound.
Aiden's search reveals the man is armed with a short blade of some kind, and is unprotected by armor. He notices no other weaponry.
The driver is just about ready to move forward, and asks S'kavara to move aside so he can pass.
Noting the the situation as turned against him and the cat. He thinks quick of the next move. He looks down at the arrow that is still protruding from his shoulder. He grabs it and mock tries to pull it out. He tries to muster a painful grow."Grahhhh! I can't pull it out!"He lets go of the arrow and clutches his shoulder. He hopes the man will try to aid more.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]
FAILURE
Now annoyed by this roadblock, the driver blares, "Listen, I'm in a hurry, and can't give you any more supplies. These are for the people of Shaded City. Move aside!" The caravan wheels spin as the horse draws the cart to an intentionally slow start, giving the panther plenty time to step aside if so chooses.
DM sidebar:
For each of these conversation/bargain attempts, I've been adding S'kavara's charisma modifier to the rolls, and performing wisdom checks for the driver. The way I see it, is S'kavara is trying to lie, and the driver picks up on body language, or something similar, and calls him on it.
Aiden silently hops onto the drivers shoulders, places his paws on either side of his head, digging his claws deep into his flesh, and begins to form a ball of fire between them. Frying the mans brain.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 2, total 2[/blockquote]
FAILURE
Aiden swipes at the driver's face, but is thrown off the cart before he can do any real damage. Embers fly from his paws as Aiden falls, and effortlessly lands. One of the sparks landed on the horse, who darts forward, causing the driver to stumble off his carriage!
The driver picks himself up, unsheathes his sword, and holds his ground against these assailants.
Initiative Rolls:
Aiden: 22
S'kavara: 12
Driver: 15
Aiden clicks his tongue, and, with a devilish smirk, glares at the driver "This would have been so much easier on you had you just sat back and died. Ah well. Time for some fun!" The fiery cat lets fly an enormous ball of fire directly at the human.
Fire Blast[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 9, total 9[/blockquote]
HIT
5 damage inflicted to Driver
The fiery projectile is unavoidable. The blast's impact staggers the driver, who struggles and barely manages to stand up. He charges at S'kavara, blade ready to strike, and swings at the mighty Panther.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 17, total 17[/blockquote]
HIT
2 damage inflicted to S'kavara
This Driver refuses to be intimidated, striking S'kavara's arm. Despite his low health, the Driver doesn't back down.
S'kavara is up.
" Oi Oi Oi! I didn't want to kill you. I just wanted to settle this peacefully. I even acted as a wounded animal!" After speaking he yanks the arrow out with ease."After being attacked, someone else attacks us? Is this not our day, Cat?"S'kavara stands and turns to the driver."I guess some good new turns from this. Your the first person who didn't see the cat as a greater threat, and there for did not try to kill it rite off." He walks towards the nearly helpless driver, still clutching the arrow."This is becoming so boring."Now uncomfortably close to the human he leans forward and almost whispers into the mans ear."Killing you? What a drag."S'kavara tightens his grip on the arrow."If you would so kindly as die, that would be great."He takes the arrow and tries to drive it rite into the man's side.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 11, total 11[/blockquote]
HIT
2 damage inflicted on Driver
The Driver, with almost all his strength depleted can't fight off S'kavara. The arrow is driven deep into his torso. He clutches his side and collapses to his knees before succumbing to his wounds.
The carriage didn't get very far, although the horse wrangled itself free and is nowhere to be seen. It seems, despite S'kavara's wounds, this has been quite the rewarding day. First cooked pig, and now a shipment of medicine. Surely it'll go for a decent price; even a higher price if desperation is involved. Someone needs this after all.
Congratulations, baddies. You each get 100 exp for defeating this enemy.
Aiden effortlessly hops onto and rests upon S'kavara's shoulders. With a flick of his paw, a small tongue of flame grazes the panther's wound, attempting to cauterize and close it. [blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 16, total 16[/blockquote]
"Now that that's dealt with. What do we do now? How are we going to unload our loot?
He looks down at his fallen pray."Search the caravan for anything useful, Cat. We should at least give this guy a pyre."He looks at his now double wounded arm."I will see if he has anything on him."Leans down and starts searching the body for anything useful, after taking the sheath and sword from him.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 13, total 13[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
Aiden burns the wound shut, and with the enzymes in his saliva, prevents further infection.
S'kavara healed by 2 hp
S'kavara loots the body, but finds nothing more than the sword and sheath.
Upon finding nothing else of use, he stands and picks the man up. Hoisting the man over his good shoulder, he begins to walk towards the caravan. While walking he looks around for any sign of the horse that once lead it.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 16, total 16[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara notices hoof tracks leading east, but this horse was at a full gallop, and had no intention of stopping after being burnt. It will be impossible to catch up to the beast without a mount of their own.
The road goes east-west. The caravan was traveling westward, towards Shaded City, most likely from Netherton. Netherton, a few days walk from here, is the center piece and trading hub for several towns, including Mallows Edge (which lies further even farther East).
The sun will go down within a few hours. No town is reachable before dark if they travel by foot.
"Pfft! Pyre. I'll give this fool a pyre!" The black cat, eyes glowing red, fur igniting slightly, began to bounce like a jittery imp from the fiery pits of hell
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 18, total 18[/blockquote]
"Damn, that horse would have been nice."He stops looking for the horse as he approaches the caravan. Upon reaching it he tosses the body to his side, and climbs into the wagon. He begins looking around in hopes to find some sort of camping gear. "If he was traveling from Netherton, even on horse back, it is a couple days ride. He must have some sort of camping gear."He notices his hood and shirt where the cat left it earlier. he picks them up. He notices a small leather packing bag, and slides them in. he returns to looking for the gear and any first aid stuff they may use.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 20, total 20[/blockquote]
Aiden:
SUCCESS
The blazing feline jumps about, leaving fiery paw prints in the wake of each pounce. An impressive campfire-funeral pyre is quickly raised. It will need to be maintained every now and then, either with the pyromaniacal talents of Aiden, or just regular fuel.
S'kavara:
CRITICAL SUCCESS
Not far from the wagon, S'kavara's keen panther eyes spot something shiny. A key! This must be for the locked storage compartment. The Driver must have dropped it when Aiden spooked the horse and jolted the carriage.
DM sidebar:
If you choose to investigate the carriage, still roll a d20. If you roll a 20, you'll get unexpected bonuses, and a 1, well....no spoilers. Anything in between will still be successful.
He hops down from the wagon and retrieves the key. Once he has hopped back onto the wagon he notices a large chest near the front of the caravan. He unlocks the chest and begins to rummage through its contents.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 9, total 9[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
The chest contains a few shirts, pants, a small empty satchel, a single person tent, and a rolled sleeping pad. This will be plenty to survive the night in relative comfort.
Aiden hops onto the edge of the cart, looking into the chest with S'kavara "My question, who locks this kind of stuff in a chest?"
"I really don't care about the answer to that question, Cat."He removes the satchel and packs it with the contents of the container. He slings the satchel over his good shoulder and lifts the cat onto the other."Let's find a safe place to make camp. First, though, let me deal with our friend over there."He lifts the body and tosses it onto the ready pyre. He then looks over towards the woods, and sees a small clearing big enough to house the tent and a fire, but far enough back that it would be hard to see from the road, if they are careful of the firs light."That looks good 'nough for me. Stay here, and make sure the pyre stay going long enough to complete it's reason for being. I will go set camp for the night." He sets the kitty near the fire and walks towards the woods. Before entering them he mutters something."I am already bored."
After pitching a tent, and setting a place for a small fire, he returns to the road and looks at the caravan."Leaving that here will only draw unnecessary attention, what do you suppose we do with it?"
Aiden curls up next to the tent and thinks. "Perhaps we can hide it beneath the brush and leaves?"
"Something that big? No, we would need to take it deep into the woods for that."
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The sun's down and darkness overwhelms this realm. The pyre, after successfully incinerating the unlucky driver, has died to just glowing embers.
"We can deal with it tomorrow." Heads back towards the tent and sits by the fire pit.
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He looks back towards the road in the direction of the caravan."What a drag."He stands up and looks back at his fast asleep companion"I guess you wouldn't care if I said I was gonna go grab the medicine."After a few seconds of waiting for an answer he just starts walking towards the caravan. As he reaches the road he walks slowly and looks around for any one who may be watching. He reaches the caravan and climbs in. The sack that he left his shirt and hood in still laid on the floor. He picks it up and starts looking about the cabin and putting what he could find in the bag.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 13, total 13[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara gathers all tinctures, poultices, bandages, and several unmarked potions before exhausting everything the carriage carried. The solutions alone are worth at least 100 gold! The needy people of Shaded City would likely pay much, much more.
Finished packing the items into the sack he stands and hops from the caravan. He looks around one last time to see if anyone came around. Seeing no one he heads back towards camp.
As S'kavara walks towards camp, a dark figure approaching Aiden catches his eye. Thanks to his sharp night-vision, S'kavara identifies the figure as a human male, most likely a bandit or thief. He's grasping a short blade, some sort of knife from the looks of it. How dare some shadowy figure attempt to steal the stolen riches of an apprentice Shadow Rogue?!
S'kavara quietly sets the sack on the ground. The sword he looted from the caravan driver laid a few feet from him. He picks it up and sneaks up behind the assailant and attempts to do a sneak attack.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 16, total 16[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara surreptitiously glides behind the thief. He's got no idea of his soon to be fate. S'kavara clicks his teeth, causing his victim to look to his left, and quickly stabs the human on the right of his neck.
9 damage inflicted on unknown victim
S'kavara's blade slides out of the man's neck as he collapses to the ground. A clean kill.
S'kavara turns his victim over, and to his surprise, recognizes him. Its Larp! This is the fool that suggested the name, "Super Assassins" to begin with.
Upon realizing who he was, a look crosses over S'kavara's face almost as if saying, "Great... It's you....""Dumb-ass, the Guild-master gave us the rank of the "Haunted", not you super-assassins bull shit...." He takes the dagger from the hands of Larp and tosses it over to the sack he laid on the ground."If anything, tell me, atleast, this time your gonna be usefull." He starts searching the body, trying to find anything of use.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 10, total 10[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara loots Larp's body, discovering a purse of 5 silver pieces. No doubt the same pieces he promised to pay S'kavara, but claims he's a little low on coin and he'll cover it next time. He's pulled the same routine time, and time again. The large panther also finds a bronze medallion hanging around Larp's neck with the initials S and A. How long was he planning on calling himself a super assassin anyway?
Aiden sleeps, purring in sublime satisfaction, comforted by the warm fire and morning bacon.
S'kavara has gained 100 exp.
He looks at the medallion."This might catch a small bit of coin."With out another word he looks at it with disgust and tosses it into the fire. He picks the idiot up and walks into the woods, where he tosses the body. Returning to the camp site he looks at his purring companion and decides it's time to sleep."Night, Cat." He climbs into the tent and lays on the bedroll. He lays there and speaks one last time before falling asleep."What a drag."
The night is uneventful. After plenty of rest both beasts are awoken by the sunrise.
S'kavara healed by 1 hp
Upon waking he crawls out of the tent and looks at the sun rise. He watches the cat get up and stretch but notes that the cat is still half dead. He packs the tent. After snuffing the fire, he picks the cat up and sets him on his shoulder."With the bottles of liquid I found on the caravan, I am gonna head back into the Shaded City."He turns and heads back into town.
He stops from walking and sets the now three satchels he carries on the ground. Looking through one of them, he pulls the sword and sheath out."I sure probably use this."He ties the sword to his waist, and throws the satchels back over his shoulder.Before continuing their journey he speaks out loud."What a drag."
The duo arrives in Shaded City just a few hours later. The first building on their left is the general store; the perfect spot to barter. Next to the store lies an empty plot with a post in front bearing the symbol of the the Protectorates. To the right of the would-be guild building is the town armorer. Further west lies the residential district. Shaded City, unlike most towns prohibits the sale of alcohol, although citizen are allowed to consume it in their own homes, and brew what they want in their own bathtubs.
Ignoring the sign for now, he walks into the store.
A bell rings as the two felines enters the fairly standard general store. Lanterns, oil, tents, food, and other basic survival supplies line the walls. There's surely more valuable supplies hidden behind the counter. There are a few customers, all human, surveying the various items. They do their best to ignore the six foot tall panther.
The human shop owner is unsure of his shop's most recent occupant, but greets them, nonetheless. "Hey....you....two". The store-owner is clearly lost for words, but is, at least, trying. "Welcome to the Shaded City general store. How can I help you?"
He removes his hood and walks to the bar. He removes the bottles from one of the satchels and sets them on the counter."What are these worth?"
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 15, total 15[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
The shop-keep eyes the bounty, and without hesitation offers 120 gold pieces for every last drop of medicine.
"Only 120 I figured at least 175, but you must not really need them." He looks at the store clerk as if saying, "try again."
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 7, total 7[/blockquote]
The shop-keep respects the suave negotiator, and counters with 150 gold. "It's more than a fair price, and you'd be doing our town a blessing. We were supposed to receive a shipment last night, but it never showed. We need this medicine", admits the store-owner.
Deciding that he probably not going to get a better price, he nods in acceptance."Before that though, I would like to know what you have in shop. We are in need of food and supplies, and also so weapons, if you have them."
S'kavara gains 150 gold pieces
The human hands a small jewelry chest filled with gold coins and accepts the medicine in return.
Its a fairly standard general store. Lanterns, oil, tents, food, and other basic survival supplies line the walls. There's surely more valuable supplies hidden behind the counter.
The store-keep shows the panther a backpack with basic explorer supplies: waterskin, 10 ft rope, flint & steel, sleeping pad, hatchet, bush knife, and a slightly used torch. Only 2 gold for such a kit! The flint & steel means S'kavara wouldn't have to rely on Aiden for fire-starting.
"I'd say, check out the armorer", starts the man. "But he's an old racist who's been halucinating Elves. A giant man-panther might upset him."
Takes two gold from the pouch and hands it to him. He then leans uncomfortably close to the man and speaks."My next question would have to be, What is behind your bar?"The look on S'kavara means he isn't playing around.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 1, total 1[/blockquote]
Aiden snickers, quietly as to appear to still be a normal cat to the human. He turned his head slightly to whisper to his ally, "I'm going to explore a little bit, see what else I can find in this town."
As nimbly as one would expect from one of his species, the little cat hopped off S'kavara's shoulder and headed out the door. Seeing a small crate against the wall, he quickly climbs and, quick as a shadow, perches himself at the highest point of the building. He begins to survey the area, using his keen feline eyes to see what all he can see. Perhaps a free meal or, best yet, easy pickings for some more treasure.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 19, total 19[/blockquote]
S'kavara:
CRITICAL FAILURE
The counter-top buckles under S'kavara's weight and the entire bar collapses on itself sending the panther flat on his face. Righting himself, S'kavara notices several bags that under the mess. He sneaks a look in one. Seeds? Bags of seeds? This is what he hides behind the counter?!
The store-keep is less than thrilled, and wants S'kavara out. "Just take the pack and go....", he says accepting the 2 gold and doing his best to send him on his way.
Aiden:
SUCCESS
As passer-by's walk the now bustling street, Aiden easily spots a rat dodging foot-traffic. Seems like lunchtime...but then *splat*. Rat meets boot. Aiden, though at first disappointed, focuses more on the man wearing the boot. It looks like he's got a silver blade! Its tough to tell, being sheathed, but just enough pokes out. Aiden is certain this is a silver broad-knife!
Stands and takes the pack. Looking at the bags."What are those bags?"
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 6, total 6[/blockquote]
"Capitol's Pride", speaks the owner. "Capitol City Lilacs, but they won't grow outside her walls." He tries to clean in between sentences. "Now please, I've got to straighten all this up. Would you mind stepping aside?"
He steps back, away from the counter."Sorry for causing the mess."With the kit in hand he turns and starts to walk out of the store. He stops just inside the door and turns back."You said we should visit the armorer. Do you mind pointing me in his direction?"
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 18, total 18[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
The shop-keep, feeling ashamed for snapping in frustration. "Sure. its just west of here", he starts. "Just make a left. Head past the void that used to be our glorious guild, it'll be the next building after. Wait here a moment?" He exits to a back room and returns a moment later with a saucer. "Have some milk?" Although absolutely clueless on how to treat a six foot tall panther, the owner is sincere in his attempt.
He holds out his hand for the bowl, though he has no want of it, not accepting would be insulting to the man.
"Now I really don't want to seem rude, but I need to clear this mess", he motions to the broken display. "If there's anything I could help you with, let me know. I've got to tend to this..." The shop-keep begins to clear the clutter.
He drinks the milk, and sets the bowl on the floor and walks out. He looks up at his companion, then starts heading west.
S'kavara walks the short distance to the armorer and enters the shop. This store-owner doesn't greet the anthro panther. He stares for what must feel like an eternity for S'kavara, and finally walks up to him, slowly and cautiously. He inspects the shop's newest occupant with all the precision of a detective. The owner sticks out his index finger, and pokes S'kavara! Twice! "Well you're real.", he declares. "What are you? Some sort of man panther? Like a manther?"
The shop is especially sparse. All that remains are a few cheaply made staffs and a sign next to an empty barrel marked, errowz, with the word 'arrows!' above it.
"What are you doing here?", he brazenly questions. "I don't have any milk."
Shows no signs of falling for his racial comments."I am of the Anthro species. I have not come here in search of milk, but instead I would like to see your weapons."
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 17, total 17[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
The old racist is strangely charmed by S'kavara's direct approach. "Unfortunately", he begins. "Yesterday, I was ransacked and knocked unconscious by an Elf, and his Gnome and Human companions. After they left, the rest of my shop got looted! They even took my table! I eat dinner on that table! I've got those there walking sticks", referring to the staffs. This shop has seen better days.
Remembering the three from yesterday, he makes the connections. He removes Larp's dagger from one of his bags and sets it on the counter."I will let you have this, it's not much but it's more then the sticks, if you tell me where those three were headed."
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 11, total 11[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
He gracious accepts the dagger. "The general store-owner told me he sent them to an alchemist. About a day's walk from here. If you manage to bring that stolen gear back to me, I'll make it worth your while. There's a treasure not more than a few days away. I'll give you a map", he pauses. "and all the milk you can drink. Just make those three pay."
Handing the dagger the man he speaks."I am glad to help."
The shop-keep proudly places the blade on a display panel, satisfied with his growing inventory. "Remember, Manther", he adds. "Make. Them. Pay."
He nods and turns to walk out."Call me S'kavara." S'kavara walks out without another word. He starts looking around for his feline friend. Upon finding him, he notices that Aiden is fixed on someone in the crowd. He looks through the passing people, looking for anyone that would catch Aiden's attention. He spots a man cleaning a dead rat from his shoes. At first glance he assumed Aiden was hoping to have that for breakfast, but a closer look reveals the dagger on his waist. S'kavara walks towards the man, and passes him. A few feet past him he watches the man staying a few feet away. Trying to decide the best way to get hold of the dagger.
The mark utterly fails to notice S'kavara and scrapes the rest of the jellied rodent off his boot. He resumes his journey west, probably to the residential district.
He follows the mark, and hops that he would not notice S'kavara
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 7, total 7[/blockquote]
FAILURE
After suspecting that he's being followed, the mark spins around so briskly his hat nearly flies off. He walks right up to S'kavara without any hesitation or fear, and questions simply, "Why are you following me?" The mark must have noticed the Anthro Panther at the shop. "Answer me, or I swear I'll end you!"
Several other bystanders stop in their tracks; one, its a giant panther; two, a human just confronted the beast!
He shows a look of mock apologies."Sorry, I wasn't actually following you, I was just walking towards the residents sector. I am a traveler and wanted to see the city."
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 17, total 17[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara convinces the mark he's nothing more than a tourist. Quite believable, considering this is the first time an Anthro Panther has ever stepped foot in Shaded City. The man apologizes and heads on his way. It's probably unwise for S'kavara to follow him any further.
Thinks for a second, and decides its probably best not to try for the knife. He heads back into the main part of town where he finds his furry friend. Picking him up he heads in the direction of the alchemist that the armorer spoke of."If I run as fast as I can I might be able to make it there in a few hours."He takes his shirt and hood off, and stuffs them into one of the sacks. Using the rope from the kit he bought, he ties the bags around his waist so that they would not flop around and be thrown off. Once fully out side the city he turns back to make sure no one was watching."I suggest you hold on, Cat."Seeing no one her turns back to the wooded path."What a drag."He goes down to all fours, and takes off in a dead run into the wooded area with great speed. Covering ground at a major rate.
"Oi I was going to get that shiny-- BAHH!" Aiden is interrupted by the panther's sudden speed. He digs his claws into the strap of S'kavara's bag and holds on for dear life. "Get me off this crazy thiiinngggg!!!"
Sparks begin to fly from the little cats fur. With both flying down the road with such speed, to an observing toad it appears to be a gigantic firefly. The toad ribbits with a dull, bored expression on it's face.
"Where the hell are we going, anyway?!?"
He doesn't falter from his speed when the cat on his back speaks."To speak to those three that tried to kill you yesterday."He continues his speed full on.
Aiden's expression quickly changes to one of psychotic joy, as his fur began to let off even more sparks and thicker flames "Dibs on the elf"
Continues running his hardest."I did not jest in my words, I only wish to speak.... for now."
"Ehhh! Fine. But if they step out of line--" As the fire spewing from his back began to grow larger, a rather large insect met its demise directly center of Aiden's face, extinguishing his flames. He sat there, pondering on life. "How in Pyro's name did I end up here, clinging to a speed demon, with a dead bug on my face-- oh my god it's not dead, I think it moved"
"If I even think they are not willing to just speak, you can do as you wish, but leave that midget to me."
An arrow streaks past S'kavara's nose, and a steel bolt penetrates the ground at Aiden's feet! Two assailants jump from their camouflaged hide in the trees. They are two hunters, armed with a crossbow and hunting-bow, only in search pelts and meat. "Would ya look at these two.", begins one. "all alone", finished the second man. "The big one's coat might fetch a fair price" he says to the other. "And the little one might make a good pet for someone." They ready their weapons, prepared to attack.
Initiative Rolls:
Aiden: 10
S'kavara: 14
Hunter 1 (bow): 8
Hunter 2 (crossbow): 9
Attempts to stop, but only serves to slide rite by the assailants. He places the cat on the ground and stands up and faces the two.
The two hunters smirk at this opportunity, and stand ready.
S'kavara may act first.
He draws his sword and charges the bow hunter.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 1, total 1[/blockquote]
CRITICAL FAILURE
S'kavara charges with lethal intent until ...
*snap*
...stopped in his tracks by a staked down bear trap. They are hunters after all. S'kavara struggles for a moment trying to open the device, and in an attempt to break free, successfully slices through thick rope that harnessed him to the ground. He falls back to Aiden, bear trap still attached.
S'kavara has a -3 to dexterity related rolls during this encounter.
It is Aiden's turn.
Aiden smacks his palm against his forehead, with a small burst of flame upon impact. "Alright. Ignoring that mishap..."
He charges up an intense aura of fire, that explodes from his tiny body in all directions
Fire Burst [blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 13, total 13[/blockquote]
HIT
An unavoidable ring of fire surrounds the two Haunted and strikes both hunters.
5 damage inflicted on hunter 1
1 damage inflicted on hunter 2
Though badly singed, hunter 1 re-readies his bow and aims at S'kavara. He lets his arrow fly...
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 13, total 13[/blockquote]
HIT
S'kavara does his best to avoid the attack, but is significantly slowed by the bear trap. The pierces his already damaged leg.
3 damage inflicted on S'kavara
Hunter 2 aims his loaded crossbow at the small mewling and fires.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 17, total 17[/blockquote]
HIT
Even with all his deftness, Aiden can't avoid the steel bolt.
4 damage inflicted on Aiden
S'kavara wrangles his leg loose from the trap, but still feels the effects of the cruel device.
S'kavara's turn.
Seeing the crossbow hunter distracted with his hit, S'kavara attempts to do a sneak attack on him.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 4, total 4[/blockquote]
MISS
The hunter's senses are finely tuned to the sounds of S'kavara's paws against the ground. He notices the Anthro Panther immediately.
Suddenly, every combatant stops. A floating rock? This can't be.
Out of the dense foliage steps a child and with a flick of his wrist, sends the stone in the direction of the hunters. "That was just a warning shot" He stands protecting Aiden and S'kavara.
It is Kirito's turn (who rolled a 13 for initiative).
Kirito tries to charm one of the hunters to be a friend
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 19, total 19[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
Hunter 1 looks at the child as if he were looking at his own. "I signed up to hunt and kill defenseless animals, not psychic kids.", he declares as he retreats from the battle, and rethinks his life decisions.
Spell causes 3 strain on Kirito
Aiden, show us some fire cat goodness.
DM sidebar:
I flipped a coin to decide which hunter to go after. Let me know if you've a specific target. Great roll, by the way!!!
Aiden begins to smile, a dark fury growing over his face. "My turn, human."
The small cat begins to growl, a large inferno wells up around him, and he shoots it at the remaining hunter.
Fire Blast [blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 10, total 10[/blockquote]
HIT
The wall of flame approaches Hunter 2, engulfing anything in its path. He does his darndest to protect his face with one hand, and his crotch with the other.
5 damage inflicted on Hunter 2
The Hunter, left alone by his ally, and barely conscious brings up his weapon for another shot. He aims at the battles newest combatant, Kirito.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]
MISS
With his consciousness wavering, Hunter 2 misses his shot by quite a bit.
A tree, twenty feet to the right Kirito feels it though.
S'kavara's turn.
Seeing the hunter dazed and some what confused he attempts yet another sneak attack.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 16, total 16[/blockquote]
HIT
Hunter 2, exhausted from battle has no clue of the stalking Anthro Panther already behind him.
2 damage inflicted on Hunter 2
S'kavara's blade slices through the human's chest and into his heart. He's dead before his body hits the ground.
All players receive 200 exp for defeating these enemies. Congratulations!
He walks over to Aiden, and sets one of the sacks next two him. He opens the sack and pulls out some med supplies. He studies his companion and attends to his wounds to the best of his abilities. "Who are you?" His attention unchanged form his cat.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 6, total 6[/blockquote]
I am Kirito the psion and i love using my brain power (says with a happy child like attitude)
Where are you headed?
Ignoring his question, S'kavara asks another. "Why did you help us?"
i figured it would be good to help someone getting his ass kicked (as he says in a smirky tone)
but i did ask my question i would like a response
He turns and studies the boy. The look on S'kavara's face shows no jest, as if saying now is not the best time for such words. "Congratulations. Now leave."
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Can i at least get some help to the next town please
he picks up the bandaged cat and cradles him in his arms. He gathers the unused supplies an replaces them into the bag, then straps the bag around his shoulder."Why? Are you afraid of getting your ass kicked?" He begins walking into the woods, where he searches for a small clearing to rest in. "Come, kid, it's about time for lunch. For saving Aiden, I owe you that much."
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thank you lunch sounds nice after a battle like that really stresses your head
He finds a small clearing and sets the cat in a soft spot in the grass. Sitting next to him, he pulls out some dried venison and a roasted pig. He takes a piece and holds it out towards the boy, as if saying "Alright, come sit down."
Aiden collapses onto the soft earth. Though patched, his wounds are still deep. He looks up at the boy. Those of the magic arts are able to sense and feel the power of others in the art, and this child oozes power. He turns back to lick his wounds "So, what's our next move?"
He feeds the cat small pieces of meat."The boy wants help into the next town, isn't that right, Boy?"
yes i found its getting more and more dangerous in these woods and i just cant find my way out iv'e been he ever since my family's cabin was attacked
His wounds still bleeding, he takes no notice to them."What town are you headed to?"
not sure haven't been out of the woods to town with anyone since i was six and my mental power causes me to forget things Farley easily
We are not headed for town, but if you wish to travel with us, when we leave were we are headed we will head to town.
might as well nothing better for me to do
Continues to feed the cat bits of meat.
so where exactly are you headed
Ignores the question.
Kirito tries to charm s'kavara with a friendly charm
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 10, total 10[/blockquote]
FAILURE
Kirito's charm doesn't work on the charismatic Anthro Panther, though S'kavara and Aiden fail to recognize the attempt.
Spell causes 3 strain on Kirito
DM sidebar:
Kirito's roll wasn't high enough to charm S'kavara.
Performed wisdom checks on S'kavara and Aiden, who failed their respective saves.
so why exactly where the hunter's attacking you
"Your guess is as good as ours. We should head for the alchemist soon, so hurry up and eat."
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S'kavara, Aiden, and Kirito lick their wounds (literally, in Aiden's case), and enjoy their meal. The comforting hiatus eases their minds as well.
Aiden and S'kavara healed by 1 hp.
Aiden regenerates 2 SP
Kirito regenerates 3 SP
Stands and starts packing our left overs.
to the alchemist!
He picks the cat up, and the sacks as well, before he heads back out to path."Don't fall behind, kid."S'kavara starts heading in the alchemist's direction.
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Hunger quelled, the Haunted and their new ally, don't take long to pack up and head on their way.
The three travelers don't make it too far before spotting a man running, full stride, towards them. He's unarmed, unarmored, and makes no attempt to slow down.
S'kavara and Aiden healed by 1 hp
Aiden regenerates 1 SP
Kirito regenerates 2 SP
DM sidebar:
I'm going to be using your wisdom modifiers for sp regen for now
S'kavara sees the running man."Well there is something you see almost everyday."
"What exactly is he doing."
"Looks to me like he is running."
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S'kavara's astute decision is correct. The man is running. He doesn't stop, even after bumping into the larger Anthro Panther. A sealed letter, unbeknownst to the continuing runner, is knocked from his pocket.
Noticing the letter, S'kavara picks it up without a word. Curious to what it says, he opens it, and begins to read.
should i go after the man to let him now about the letter
S'kavara only holds up his hand as if saying "Hold on a bit."
The runner is already out of view as S'kavara reads the letter. Its not in any language he's seen. He recognizes one symbol; the emblem for the Capitol City Guild? This guild is thought to be abandoned during the great downfall. S'kavara, Aiden, and Kirito's further inspection of the letter reveals several patterns. This isn't some unheard language. Its a cypher!
He attempts to decipher the letter.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 14, total 14[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara spends some time looking over the cipher and decrypts a few characters.
-a-- i- -u-i----
~CCG~
Holds the paper out to the kid."A, I, and U is all I can figure out, you take a look."
Kirito attempts to cypher the letter
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 7, total 7[/blockquote]
FAILURE
Kirito, without words, grabs the paper and silently analyzes the text. However, after a few minutes, becomes frustrated and gives up.
Takes the paper from the kid and once again, he tries to decipher it.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 2, total 2[/blockquote]
FAILURE
S'kavara's attempt gets no farther in discovering this riddle.
He tries again.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 7, total 7[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara, after spending quite some time, has some success in decoding the note.
-a-k i- -u------
Tries to finish the rest of the letter.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 2, total 2[/blockquote]
FAILURE
THIS RIDDLE GETS MORE CONFUSING!!!
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 8, total 8[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara solves another piece!
-a-k i- -u-i-e--
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 11, total 11[/blockquote]
SUCCESS
S'kavara's figured out a few more characters
-a-k in -u-ine--
SUCCESS
S'kavara has solved the riddle, but keep the answer to himself.
After studying the letter for several hours, he realizes the meaning of it. Without another word, he places the letter in his pocket, and continues on his way.
S'kavara hears the sounds of a battle in the distance in the direction of the alchemist.
He hears the sound."?"He takes off in the general direction, and comes to a screeching halt at the sight of the three fighting a wolf. Not interested, he stands to the side, well out of battle.
"don't think we should help them?"
tired of waiting for s'kavara Kirito enters battle to help
Kirito bravely approaches the scrimmage.
S'kavara and Aiden healed by 1 hp
Sits on the ground, holding the cat. "Not interested."
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S'kavara and Aiden enjoy a bit of roast pig, and watch the battle unfold.
S'kavara and Aiden toss the final bits of pork into one another's mouths, gradually increasing the distance between one another, though making sure to stay hidden, when they overhear something with their keen ears.
Did Kirito just say, 'he was with the giant panther and cat?!'
S'kavara and Aiden must act quickly if they want to stay hidden.
Aiden gains 1 hp
S'kavara gains 2 hp