Post by Geckilian on Nov 16, 2014 2:10:47 GMT -7
Total Session XP: 1600
Loot: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
Session Date: 11/16/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1v7Wtvmeb_28gs-r7hQaPhWsDPHO4pPSvAmn9E_XLWgw/edit#gid=747520572
Player Loot:
Sabien Raith: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
Salgor Bonebreaker: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
Snivel: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
With the trio informed by various means that the guards were after help, the met up at one of the Guard Watch Houses. It was explained that a group of bandits had set on on one of the roads to the east of Rook, and were doing their usual plaguing of merchants and travellers. One concerning notes was that they were rumoured to be led by an intelligent ogre (by ogre standards) and thus posed an even greater threat. The trio, finding no more help around, decided to set off with slightly fewer people than normal and it wasn't long that they spotted the smoke from a large fire coming from the road, off in the distance. The heavy rain would normally have put out a fire, so it clearly implied a covering of some sort and thus most likely a camp. s such the group carefully sneaked down and around, circling the encampment to see what was going on. Sure enough, a rather large number of men were amiably chatting inside, half armoured and half not as it looked like patrol groups were in the midst of changing. Sabien, still getting used to his new form and being back in the realm of the living, stealthily moved up behind a tree to get a good vantage point. Fat Sal had the presence of mind to stand behind a tree as well, though Snivel casually sat on his horse and waited as the bandit patrol made their way out of the camp's southern gates. Needless to say, they quickly spotted him.
With the alarms raised, battle was joined and the intrepid trio was definitely outnumbered. As several of the bandits grouped up to prepare a rush through the gates, Sabien let forth a burst of radiance, searing the flesh from the bones of a whole 6 of them, heavily gutting the fighting strength of the camp. Several of the remaining bandits swore openly and loudly, calling for one of their number to go alert 'the Boss' as several others decided to spend slightly more time putting on their armour in order to not be next on the searing list. Fat Sal mercilessly hacked down any bandit careless enough to charge towards him, but Snivel had less luck as though his horse was a veritable daemon of biting hoofing death, his own arm was much less effective. It wasn't long before an Ogre emerged from the central tent, clearly pissed off and ready for a fight. Like a thundering avalanche he crashed down upon Snivel and Fat Sal, repeatedly smashing them in to the ground as the two remaining bandits sought to slit the throats of those on the floor as their Boss had told them to "Finish 'em off!". This proved to be a sensible choice on the ogre, aptly demonstrated by Sabien beginning to channel regularly and bringing back everyone mere moments before they could be stabbed, again and again. From the ground Snivel and Fat Sal gradually chopped at the legs of assailants, with Fat Sal managing to punch one so hard in the nuts that he died from the resulting pain. Snivel, in a rare stroke of luck, lashed out and hacked in to the Ogre and downing it eventually, as well standing up to finally hack down the last bandit.
Looting everything and everyone dead got a reasonable amount of marketable plunder, though several creates with ownership brands on them caught the party's eye. Returning to Rook with everything loaded on a cart, the group got paid by the watch who also elected to help track down the merchant owners of the crates. When found, the merchants were so pleased that the crates had been returned intact that they fetched smaller crates of surplus stock they no longer needed and rewarded the trio with those as means of thanks. Feeling pretty good about themselves, the three retreated to the Plow where Sabien attempted to chat up some of the local evening dancers, getting gently rejected each time as none of them really knew what he was. Even his regular girl was skeptical of who he said he was, though she was more than happy to pass the time with pleasant but mostly idle conversation. With his hopes slightly dashed, Sabien attempted to flat out purchase female company for the afternoon which also resulted in negatives and a lonely time.
Truly, being Sabien was suffering.
Loot: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
Session Date: 11/16/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1v7Wtvmeb_28gs-r7hQaPhWsDPHO4pPSvAmn9E_XLWgw/edit#gid=747520572
Player Loot:
Sabien Raith: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
Salgor Bonebreaker: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
Snivel: 900gp, 10 Goods Capital
With the trio informed by various means that the guards were after help, the met up at one of the Guard Watch Houses. It was explained that a group of bandits had set on on one of the roads to the east of Rook, and were doing their usual plaguing of merchants and travellers. One concerning notes was that they were rumoured to be led by an intelligent ogre (by ogre standards) and thus posed an even greater threat. The trio, finding no more help around, decided to set off with slightly fewer people than normal and it wasn't long that they spotted the smoke from a large fire coming from the road, off in the distance. The heavy rain would normally have put out a fire, so it clearly implied a covering of some sort and thus most likely a camp. s such the group carefully sneaked down and around, circling the encampment to see what was going on. Sure enough, a rather large number of men were amiably chatting inside, half armoured and half not as it looked like patrol groups were in the midst of changing. Sabien, still getting used to his new form and being back in the realm of the living, stealthily moved up behind a tree to get a good vantage point. Fat Sal had the presence of mind to stand behind a tree as well, though Snivel casually sat on his horse and waited as the bandit patrol made their way out of the camp's southern gates. Needless to say, they quickly spotted him.
With the alarms raised, battle was joined and the intrepid trio was definitely outnumbered. As several of the bandits grouped up to prepare a rush through the gates, Sabien let forth a burst of radiance, searing the flesh from the bones of a whole 6 of them, heavily gutting the fighting strength of the camp. Several of the remaining bandits swore openly and loudly, calling for one of their number to go alert 'the Boss' as several others decided to spend slightly more time putting on their armour in order to not be next on the searing list. Fat Sal mercilessly hacked down any bandit careless enough to charge towards him, but Snivel had less luck as though his horse was a veritable daemon of biting hoofing death, his own arm was much less effective. It wasn't long before an Ogre emerged from the central tent, clearly pissed off and ready for a fight. Like a thundering avalanche he crashed down upon Snivel and Fat Sal, repeatedly smashing them in to the ground as the two remaining bandits sought to slit the throats of those on the floor as their Boss had told them to "Finish 'em off!". This proved to be a sensible choice on the ogre, aptly demonstrated by Sabien beginning to channel regularly and bringing back everyone mere moments before they could be stabbed, again and again. From the ground Snivel and Fat Sal gradually chopped at the legs of assailants, with Fat Sal managing to punch one so hard in the nuts that he died from the resulting pain. Snivel, in a rare stroke of luck, lashed out and hacked in to the Ogre and downing it eventually, as well standing up to finally hack down the last bandit.
Looting everything and everyone dead got a reasonable amount of marketable plunder, though several creates with ownership brands on them caught the party's eye. Returning to Rook with everything loaded on a cart, the group got paid by the watch who also elected to help track down the merchant owners of the crates. When found, the merchants were so pleased that the crates had been returned intact that they fetched smaller crates of surplus stock they no longer needed and rewarded the trio with those as means of thanks. Feeling pretty good about themselves, the three retreated to the Plow where Sabien attempted to chat up some of the local evening dancers, getting gently rejected each time as none of them really knew what he was. Even his regular girl was skeptical of who he said he was, though she was more than happy to pass the time with pleasant but mostly idle conversation. With his hopes slightly dashed, Sabien attempted to flat out purchase female company for the afternoon which also resulted in negatives and a lonely time.
Truly, being Sabien was suffering.