Post by scottenkainen on Jun 17, 2015 17:37:46 GMT -6
Day 8/Turn 8-9 for Walhorn:
While passing through the Business Quarter, Walhorn had noticed the Temple of the Journey seemed particularly busy with laborers going in and out -- though it probably had something to do with the next day's services there.
Exiting the city at the gate where the Velverdyva Road left the city (the road would then follow the river upstream to the west), Walhorn, Brugga, and Grender turned southwest into the west fields. Here, a well-worn trail led to a series of pavilion-style tents. The tents bore no heraldic flags, so they did not belong to nobility. There was a horse corral next to the large campground that was full. There were lots of people milling about. It all looked like a caravan was stopped here.
Walhorn and his new friends went in to investigate. They were referred from person to person until they finally got to speak to an old woman who was the recruiter.
"This caravan is heading into the Kron Hills to trade with the gnomes there. We'll be leaving in two days, on the 10th. Have you any references?"
Brugga tried to intimidate the woman into hiring him -- he got forcefully escorted off the grounds at once. Grender was the more smooth-talker of the pair. After going on at some length about how the woman reminded him of his poor dead human mother, he named some names and was hired on the spot.
Walhorn tried to name a name -- he had recently worked for Burble Bunsby, who Walhorn knew had family in the Kron Hills. So Walhorn tried his own sweet talk, followed by going on about how Burble had wanted Walhorn to go with him to the Kron Hills when Burble was thinking of moving his business.
All of which seemed to make the old woman's demeanor turn icy again. "I happen to know Burble Bunsby," she said, "and he has said nothing to me about anyone he would recommend. You, sir, may see yourself out."
Walhorn hadn't even got to ask her about buying tickets from him yet!
Post by dtspurrier on Jun 17, 2015 21:54:44 GMT -6
Walhorn discouraged about not getting hired looks around to find the other half orc and also if there are any other caravans that need guards. If this does not pan out then he will go back to the town.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2015 21:56:59 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 4, 2015 11:46:53 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 4 for Walhorn:
Walhorn wandered through the city, finding many people gathered around the Temple of the Journey in the Business Quarter, as he headed outside the city. He then followed the paths that led off the Velverdyva Road into the surrounding farmlands. Here, he found the Bustillo Farm, bustling with sheep -- and people! There was well over 100 people around the place, men, women, and children, with most of the men holding crossbows. Most of these still appeared to be better-armed-than-average farmers, though some also wore light armor and carried other weapons.
Walhorn got a lot of suspicious stares as he waded into their midst. He heard whisperings like "What is an elf doin' here?" He started asking who was in charge, but received curt replies of "Who wants to know?"
Walhorn was almost to the farmhouse now, but he also was surrounded by men who held their crossbows menacingly. They asked him what he wanted and when Walhorn explained that he wanted a job, there was a chorus of laughs.
"You'll get a job alright -- for target practice! Grab him, boys!"
((Encounter reaction roll: 3; Walhorn is surrounded by 9 men who plan to attack. Intentions?))
Walhorn looks at the large group of men and the way they are armed they are either military, mercenaries or thugs. Walhorn says, "look guys I am not here looking for a fight, I am here looking for work and also to join the cause. I can fire a crossbow and know how to defend myself. I was told from the church of Trithereon to go to meet Senior Bustillo for employment and/or to join the cause." walhorn then says this persuasively, " Now I am sure you don't want to upset the church do you? "
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 6, 2015 11:49:36 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 4a for Walhorn:
Walhorn's implied threat kept the mob from overwhelming him on the spot, but the mood was still hostile.
"Oh, you can fire a crossbow, can you? I'd like to see that."
"Yeah, you ain't worthy of speaking Trithereon's name if you can't shoot a crossbow real good."
"Hand over your other weapons and we'll give you a crossbow and a target to prove yourself."
Walhorn had little choice but to comply and was soon armed with a crossbow and a trio of quarrels -- none of which he had ever used before. He fumbled at loading the crossbow on the first try, to uproarious laughter. He was positioned 50' from a tree with a target mounted on it -- and everyone stepped way back to watch. Walhorn fired into the ground 4' away from the target. His second quarrel hit the target, but the third shot landed even further away.
"I don't know the Bustillos would need a scrawny elf with no crossbow experience for, but let's let him through," someone said. "It could be good for another laugh!"
"But we'll just hold your weapons until you return the crossbow, plus 15 gold as a, er, holding fee."
On the front porch was an old man with a cane who must have been this Senior Bustillo he had come to see.
((To hit rolls: 3+1, 11+1, 1+1; encounter reaction roll: 34))
Walhorn says "senior bustillo my name is Richard dryfus and I am looking for employment. I am a locksmith, adventurer , investigator, a better shot with a short bow then a crossbow and I have recently went to the church of trithereon and heard his message of freedom and do as you want. I heard you were highering and the church recommended me coming her for work. "
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 7, 2015 8:56:36 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 4b for Walhorn:
The jowly, squinty-eyed man looked Walhorn up and down slowly, then turned to his audience and called out. "Can't you see he's a gov'ment spy? Why, he practically stinks of the gov'ment!" He paused for the hubbub of the crowd to lower before continuing. "Naturally they want to stop us! Trithereon tells us to be free, but what man can be free when he's payin' taxes? Benjamin, is it right, for them to want you to pay taxes, when you've got four little mouths to feed at home?"
"NO!" came the resounding shout of the crowd.
"Jordan, is it right, for them to want you to pay taxes on your master's business, while he's rotting in prison?"
"NO!" came another shouted reply.
"Should I have to pay taxes, just 'cause my sheep graze on the Viscount's lands? Is he gonna take my sheep if I don't pay?"
"A lot of you skipped services today to come out here, and I thank you for it. If you'd stayed at church, those priests would have told you a thing or three about making nice with law and order. Well, law and order want my sheep. They want your money. And if you resist, they will use force to coerce you. And that's why law and order want your crossbows, so you can't defend yourselves when they do. You want them coming for your crossbows?"
"Didn't think so! Banjamin, Jordan, bring this elf spy into my barn and tie him up good and tight. We'll deal with him proper later. Then everyone go around to the side of the house and help yourself to one more free round of ale on me. And then pick up your crossbows, march back into town, right up to the gates of the Viscount's castle if you can reach it -- and demand that he stay away from your crossbows!"
Multiple hands grasped for Walhorn to grapple and overwhelm him.
Realizing that this did not work he tries to dodge the farmers and pleads to senior bustillo "look I am not a government spy. I absolutely want freedom. I am a elf do you think they treat us the same and equal no. Theybtook my moms money and restricted her to the poor end of the community and she was a successful spell caster. The consortium denied her to join because she is an elf. I want to make a living and I can't because of my heritage. Do you think I would work for a government who has kept me and you all poor and barely able to get by. I have skills that can help your cause and I would like to join. "
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 11, 2015 9:13:00 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 4c for Walhorn:
Walhorn continued to plead his case even while being tied up.
"You'll get your chance to prove your innocence!" Bustillo shouted. "We'll put you on trial tonight! Now gag him if he won't shut up, and throw him in the barn!"
Walhorn landed with a thump in the barn. It reeked of manure in here -- oh, that was because a cow pie was right next to his head. Walhorn rolled over away from it and took a look around. It was a conventional barn with all the trappings one would expect there -- saddles, wooden stalls, a ladder leading up to the hayloft, a lamp hanging on the side of a pillar, a garden hoe propped in the corner. There was ample material there to cut his ropes on, if he chose to do so. No guards had been posted inside the barn -- though he had no idea how many might still be outside the barn.
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 11, 2015 11:04:01 GMT -6
Based on the armed men, walhorn listens to see if he can hear them leaving the farm. Decisions to flee and remain make it hard to decide. They took his weapons but not his gear. However the old lady did tell him to do this job and not to break his promise. Walhorn decides that he will wait for the trial. He will get some sleep and think about a defense.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 13, 2015 13:49:53 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 5 for Walhorn:
Walhorn did think about his defense and he actually did take a short nap that afternoon, once he was used to the barn smell. When he was woken up, he assumed at first it was by Bustillo's men, ready to take him to his "trial". Instead, it was a young woman kneeling over him and shaking his shoulder softly.
"Wake up, wake up," she whispered. When he was clearly awake, the young woman just stayed where she was and stared at him for a minute. Then, perhaps realizing he was expecting some explanation, she said, "I just wanted to see if you were really an elf. Are you?"
Walhorn could not respond about being a half-elf because he was still gagged.
"Daddy was saying to his friends that you're going to be really sore in the butt before he's done with you. I'm not sure what that means, but I guess he wants to spank you for something bad you did? You didn't do anything really bad, did you?"
Walhorn shook his head.
The young woman thought about something quietly for another minute. "If I ungagged you...you wouldn't cast some sort of enchantment on me and make me run away with you, would you?"
((Include in your intentions what you'll say once ungagged.))
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 13, 2015 23:37:26 GMT -6
walhorn nods his head no and she ungags him. He says, "thanks for removing my gag. Now by chance do you have any water and maybe some food? I am indeed an elf and would like to be untied too. I will not cause you any harm nor will I cast magic at you."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 19, 2015 7:21:52 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 6 for Walhorn:
"Oh..." the young woman said, and she seemed genuinely disappointed somehow. Still, she spent the rest of the afternoon sneaking Walhorn water and bread, so that he was only a little sore from being tied up, but otherwise alright when evening came.
When Bustillo finally returned to the stable, he was in as sour a mood as earlier. He came in alone, though Walhorn had seen an unarmored guard standing outside. "Now, I'm going to give you one last chance to save yourself, elf-kin," Bustillo said quietly, but grimly. "Who sent you to spy on me?"
Walhorn says, "my family when it came here was put in the foreign quarter even though my family was a successful adventurers. I hated the government for that. Also I am a half-elf not a full elf. MY mother was attacked by a human male when she was younger and had me. So you understand I have been living with being used to being a second citizen. I wanted answers and justice so I went to the church of tritherion and they suggested I come here for employment and answers. I did not get the acolyte name. So I would like to join and what I told you was the truth. So can I be free and assist your cause. "
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 21, 2015 9:20:18 GMT -6
Day 9/Turn 6a-Day 10/Turn 1 for Walhorn:
"So -- it was some acolyte from the church who sent you to spy on me? Hmm..." Bustillo grumbled. "I've got to look into this now. You'll have to stay my guest a little longer, I guess. Boys!"
Two men, looking like farmers, came into the barn at the old man's command.
"I've decided to put off elf-boy's trial a little longer. Make him sweat! Hang him from that hook on the wall."
The two strong farm hands lifted Walhorn off the floor and snagged the ropes that bound his hands onto a hook mounted on the wall. They chuckled evilly as they did so.
"And give me that backpack of his so I can go through it!" Bustillo said. He took the pack, and they all left Walhorn alone for some time, until a bit later when one of those farm hands, and some others, came in and let horses and cows back into the barn. They left Walhorn alone, and then left him again.
The night passed, and it was now morning, though before dawn. Walhorn had barely rested, since his arms were propped up at an uncomfortable angle.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 25, 2015 8:42:22 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 1a for Walhorn:
If only there was some way out of these ropes... Walhorn thought to himself, as he stared at the ropes affixed to the sharp hook. If only...if only there was something sharp nearby I could use to cut them...
Finally, an idea came to him -- and he took a leak in his pants. Ahh...he'd been holding that for way too long. But then another idea struck him -- he would cut his way to freedom on the sharp hook! Moving his wrists back and forth vigorously, he was finally able to cut through the ropes, just at the break of dawn.
But Walhorn was without his weapons and his backpack, and he wanted them back! So he crept carefully out of the barn. There was a guard posted outside, sleeping, who held a crossbow in his arms like a baby, had a quiver of bolts sitting next to him on the ground, and had a dagger sheathed at his side. ((let me know if you take anything off of him))
Walhorn's stuff was likely in the farmhouse and he snuck over to that and tried to peep through the windows -- when he was discovered! "Hey! Hey you! You're that elf who's supposed to be in the barn! Don't move!" said an unarmored (different) man with a crossbow. He stood 25' away from Walhorn, not blocking his route to any particular destination.
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 25, 2015 11:09:39 GMT -6
walhorn takes the dagger and crossbow. Walhorn turns with his crossbow and says, "now put it down I don't want to hurt you with this weapon or my magic. I have made every attempt to join this group and you hold me as a prisoner, just like the government, is that exactly fair?"
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 27, 2015 8:23:41 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 1, rd. 1 for Walhorn:
Walhorn got as far as "made every" when the farmer-guard made his move, taking hasty aim with his crossbow. Walhorn shot first and hit the man in the leg. The farmer-guard started to fall right away, but still fired and managed to hit Walhorn in the right shoulder.
The farmer-guard was soon unconscious on the ground, having probably passed out from the pain. Walhorn, for his part, was seriously injured ((2 hp left!)). On the plus side, the whole exchange had been fairly silent and no one else seems to have noticed it.
((chance he'll fight: 1, Walhorn's to hit: 16 - 3 dmg, to hit Walhorn: 12 - 6 dmg, wandering encounter check: 3))
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 27, 2015 22:50:17 GMT -6
Walhorn reloads his crossbow and searches the farmer. He uses the dagger to make a tourniquet for the wound He then heads to the main farmhouse where his stuff is at. He will use his infravision to see and move silently and hide in shadows to creep to the main building.
Last Edit: Aug 27, 2015 22:51:31 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 4, 2015 9:33:58 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 2 for Walhorn:
Walhorn used a tourniquet to stop the bleeding and crept to the one-story house with the crossbow in hands. He came to the front door and found it unlocked! He listened at the door, heard nothing, and opened it. Inside was a front room with three chairs and a bench around a small table with an unlit lamp sitting on it. There were four more crossbows hanging on one wall, and a stuffed deer head on another. A shelf was covered in stuffed birds. There were two doorways out, one leading into a room, and the other into a corridor.
The floor was wooden planks that seemed to squeal and grown endlessly under Walhorn's feet. In fact, it alerted a second guard who stepped into the doorway from the neighbor room. The man had a curly black beard and was eating a turkey leg, but dropped it when he saw Walhorn and went for his dagger.
"Intruder!" the man yelled.
((chance to be locked: 71- 88, hear noise: 60, move silently: 78, surprise?: 3 vs. 5))
Post by dtspurrier on Sept 8, 2015 14:10:16 GMT -6
The crossbow bolt went deep into walhorn. As he passes into unconscious he can hear the guards cry for help and then another voice of pure laughter at walhorn's demise. As walhorn fades he tries to fight on but the wound is to deep. At the last moment he passes on to the afterlife
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 11, 2015 11:30:44 GMT -6
Day 10, sum-up for Joaquim, Ximo:
It had proved impossible to keep up with a witch on a flying broom while on foot, so by the time Joaquim and Ximo had arrived in the West Fields, Glendalas was already delivering retribution on the Bustillo Farmhouse in the form of a lightning bolt from above.
On the ground, farm folk with crossbows or pitchforks were fleeing from Marianalas, now clad in leather armor, who seemed to be able to fend off all comers with just a magically glowing dagger.
When it was all over, Glendalas and Marianalas questioned their only prisoner, cringing on his hands and knees.
"It was just an accident!" the old man squealed. "I was holding him here for trespassing on my land. When he tried to escape last night, one of my guards accidentally shot and killed him. I was just going to question him more in the morning and release him -- honest!"
"The man who killed Walhorn -- his name," Glendalas demanded.
"I'll find him, and slay this killer," Marianalas said. Before anyone could protest, she slipped a ring off and back on her finger, and then disappeared.