Post by Geckilian on Oct 21, 2014 20:12:53 GMT -7
Total Session XP: 1500 (600 for Thraum Malachite)
Loot: 1500gp (magic item sold and split), Potion of Alter Self
Session Date: 10/21/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1BUSbkSXeXpzwq5_5fIzHRh4b4iKm6qpi3nXLdapLggQ/edit#gid=796931735
Costs Incurred (for those who wish to track on own Player Haven thread):
Lorek Ra'dari: 10gp smoked goggles.
Aluin Jorden: 50gp oil of bless weapon, - 1 oil of bless weapon, 50gp antivenom, - 1 potion of cure light wounds.
Faelyn Lenci: 50gp potion of shield of faith, 10gp smoked goggles, - 1 potion of cure light wounds.
Thraum Malachite: 100gp 2 potions of shield of faith, 100gp 2 antivenom, - 1 antivenom.
Players / Loot after costs:
Deverdon: 1500gp, potion of alter self (orc)
Lorek Ra'dari: 1490gp
Aluin Jorden: 1400gp, potion of alter self (orc)
Faelyn Lenci: 1440gp, potion of alter self (orc)
Thraum Malachite: - 200gp
Lorek, whilst at the University where he worked, was informed that a colleague of his had seemingly gone missing. Professor Thorauin, specialist in orcish culture, anthropology and geography, had not been present for the past half week. Though he had tenure it was still concerning as students were paying for lectures they were now not receiving. Meanwhile in the Golden Plow, several others were listening to the tall tales of a group of 3 almost-adventurers, Aluin and Deverdon discerning that there was possibly a job involving a missing professor and maybe a statue still to be completed. Lorek spoke with one of the resident Deans and was given permission and a paid stipend to search out and find the professor, since the faculty were concerned about him. As the man's office door was held shut by some strange force which even the resident physical education teacher couldn't knock down, Lorek prepared more arcane means of opening the door. The rest of the adventurers in the Plow decided to head to the university to check out the potential job, thereby bumping in to Lorek as he prepared to open the door.
Once inside, the visitors found the room strewn about as if someone had grabbed supplies, papers and the like and left in a very good hurry. Looking around carefully, Lorek found a map detailing a somewhat hidden retreat to the southeast of Rook by away from the coast, effectively in the middle of nowhere about a day and a half travel away. As such the party bought supplies, rented horses where appropriate, and headed out the next morning to give Lorek time to prepare his arcane might (comprised of grease, sparkly dust and doges, obviously. Much sparkles. Such grease. Wow.) After traveling for a day or so, the group came across what appeared to be a topiary statue of some kind, still a verdant green in a sea of autumnal colours. It was just standing there, perfectly innocent and avoidable. As such Aluin shot it, so it came and went to maul them all. Nice life choices apparent there. Thraum, with a mighty bellow, smashed the thing in to the ground then found his might dwarven constitution was frankly crap, and wilted as his strength ebbed from him as the poisonous thorns took their vengeance. Once they were sure the beast was dead, having kept hitting the bush for a while after it stopped moving, Deverdon set it on fire and Thraum decided to go home, bitter that he couldn't hit things as well as before. The rest of the party commented how their main damage sponge was now gone, but valiantly they continued.
Eventually they came to the ruined retreat itself, which had clearly seen better days. A rather snazzy statue with lovely azure gem eyes was on a raised dais looking north, which everyone generally avoided. Lorek advised that it could be a gargoyle, so Faelyn went up and slashed it. Once again, life choices. It was indeed a gargoyle and began to maul the hell out of him. Lorek used some timely patches of grease and a doge to help win the day. Aluin, the brave little guy, picked up the eyes and felt 'a bad thing' so put them in a cloth, watching with growing horror as said cloth slowly turned to stone. Lorek quarantined them within an empty flask in several layers of cloth to be sure, and they went to investigate the stairway down. It was full of rubble, so Aluin casually went to unblock it. Life choices. The rubble assembled itself in to some form of golemic guardian and barred their entry, eventually responding to orcish speech. It was the brightest and seemed to have a very limited conversational repertoire, but it flew in to attack when Faelyn told it, in orcish, to yield. Life. Choices.
It was gradually chipped away and brought down even though it pursued Faelyn to the exception of everyone else, a situation which saw him clubbed to unconsciousness. With Faelyn brought round, barely, Deverdon explained what he'd found underground as the fight took place. There was indeed an old man, but it looked like he'd been dead for weeks and was in fact a half orc, albeit one who looked close to human. Scribbles and fevered writing was deciphered by Lorek to contain orcish troop movements, cultural writings and several serious implications for Rook. A chest was found with 4 vials in it, identified to be potions of alter person. Theories abounded, especially when Lorek noticed the corpse didn't look anything at all like the professor he knew as a colleague, yet all the writing clearly was correct. Drinking a potion from the case, Lorek briefly resembled an orc, prompting yet more questions and concerns.
Deverdon wrapped the body and everyone headed back to Rook to inform the Dean of the situation, though he scoffed at the notion that the corpse was the professor in question, as he and Lorek had known the man for years and he looked nothing like it. Even so the group was paid, and Lorek led everyone to Ploatus Hrook, the somewhat drug addled alchemist, so sell the magical stones of getting stoned. It seemed appropriate. Ploatus was indeed interested in them and effectively doubled the payment the party had received, making everyone pretty happy indeed. The only real concern for the day was why would a half orc, who was a specialist in orc culture, masqurade as a human in Rook in a place of intellectual pursuits, own potions to make him look like an orc and correspond with at least one violent orc tribe member detailing orc troop movements far to the east of Rook....
Loot: 1500gp (magic item sold and split), Potion of Alter Self
Session Date: 10/21/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1BUSbkSXeXpzwq5_5fIzHRh4b4iKm6qpi3nXLdapLggQ/edit#gid=796931735
Costs Incurred (for those who wish to track on own Player Haven thread):
Lorek Ra'dari: 10gp smoked goggles.
Aluin Jorden: 50gp oil of bless weapon, - 1 oil of bless weapon, 50gp antivenom, - 1 potion of cure light wounds.
Faelyn Lenci: 50gp potion of shield of faith, 10gp smoked goggles, - 1 potion of cure light wounds.
Thraum Malachite: 100gp 2 potions of shield of faith, 100gp 2 antivenom, - 1 antivenom.
Players / Loot after costs:
Deverdon: 1500gp, potion of alter self (orc)
Lorek Ra'dari: 1490gp
Aluin Jorden: 1400gp, potion of alter self (orc)
Faelyn Lenci: 1440gp, potion of alter self (orc)
Thraum Malachite: - 200gp
Lorek, whilst at the University where he worked, was informed that a colleague of his had seemingly gone missing. Professor Thorauin, specialist in orcish culture, anthropology and geography, had not been present for the past half week. Though he had tenure it was still concerning as students were paying for lectures they were now not receiving. Meanwhile in the Golden Plow, several others were listening to the tall tales of a group of 3 almost-adventurers, Aluin and Deverdon discerning that there was possibly a job involving a missing professor and maybe a statue still to be completed. Lorek spoke with one of the resident Deans and was given permission and a paid stipend to search out and find the professor, since the faculty were concerned about him. As the man's office door was held shut by some strange force which even the resident physical education teacher couldn't knock down, Lorek prepared more arcane means of opening the door. The rest of the adventurers in the Plow decided to head to the university to check out the potential job, thereby bumping in to Lorek as he prepared to open the door.
Once inside, the visitors found the room strewn about as if someone had grabbed supplies, papers and the like and left in a very good hurry. Looking around carefully, Lorek found a map detailing a somewhat hidden retreat to the southeast of Rook by away from the coast, effectively in the middle of nowhere about a day and a half travel away. As such the party bought supplies, rented horses where appropriate, and headed out the next morning to give Lorek time to prepare his arcane might (comprised of grease, sparkly dust and doges, obviously. Much sparkles. Such grease. Wow.) After traveling for a day or so, the group came across what appeared to be a topiary statue of some kind, still a verdant green in a sea of autumnal colours. It was just standing there, perfectly innocent and avoidable. As such Aluin shot it, so it came and went to maul them all. Nice life choices apparent there. Thraum, with a mighty bellow, smashed the thing in to the ground then found his might dwarven constitution was frankly crap, and wilted as his strength ebbed from him as the poisonous thorns took their vengeance. Once they were sure the beast was dead, having kept hitting the bush for a while after it stopped moving, Deverdon set it on fire and Thraum decided to go home, bitter that he couldn't hit things as well as before. The rest of the party commented how their main damage sponge was now gone, but valiantly they continued.
Eventually they came to the ruined retreat itself, which had clearly seen better days. A rather snazzy statue with lovely azure gem eyes was on a raised dais looking north, which everyone generally avoided. Lorek advised that it could be a gargoyle, so Faelyn went up and slashed it. Once again, life choices. It was indeed a gargoyle and began to maul the hell out of him. Lorek used some timely patches of grease and a doge to help win the day. Aluin, the brave little guy, picked up the eyes and felt 'a bad thing' so put them in a cloth, watching with growing horror as said cloth slowly turned to stone. Lorek quarantined them within an empty flask in several layers of cloth to be sure, and they went to investigate the stairway down. It was full of rubble, so Aluin casually went to unblock it. Life choices. The rubble assembled itself in to some form of golemic guardian and barred their entry, eventually responding to orcish speech. It was the brightest and seemed to have a very limited conversational repertoire, but it flew in to attack when Faelyn told it, in orcish, to yield. Life. Choices.
It was gradually chipped away and brought down even though it pursued Faelyn to the exception of everyone else, a situation which saw him clubbed to unconsciousness. With Faelyn brought round, barely, Deverdon explained what he'd found underground as the fight took place. There was indeed an old man, but it looked like he'd been dead for weeks and was in fact a half orc, albeit one who looked close to human. Scribbles and fevered writing was deciphered by Lorek to contain orcish troop movements, cultural writings and several serious implications for Rook. A chest was found with 4 vials in it, identified to be potions of alter person. Theories abounded, especially when Lorek noticed the corpse didn't look anything at all like the professor he knew as a colleague, yet all the writing clearly was correct. Drinking a potion from the case, Lorek briefly resembled an orc, prompting yet more questions and concerns.
Deverdon wrapped the body and everyone headed back to Rook to inform the Dean of the situation, though he scoffed at the notion that the corpse was the professor in question, as he and Lorek had known the man for years and he looked nothing like it. Even so the group was paid, and Lorek led everyone to Ploatus Hrook, the somewhat drug addled alchemist, so sell the magical stones of getting stoned. It seemed appropriate. Ploatus was indeed interested in them and effectively doubled the payment the party had received, making everyone pretty happy indeed. The only real concern for the day was why would a half orc, who was a specialist in orc culture, masqurade as a human in Rook in a place of intellectual pursuits, own potions to make him look like an orc and correspond with at least one violent orc tribe member detailing orc troop movements far to the east of Rook....