Post by Geckilian on Sept 19, 2014 21:09:02 GMT -7
Total Session XP: 450
Loot: GP Value 0
Session Date: 9/20/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1BUSbkSXeXpzwq5_5fIzHRh4b4iKm6qpi3nXLdapLggQ/edit#gid=1372498751
Costs Incurred (for those who wish to track on own Player Haven thread):
Thaedius Garhn: 1gp on 2 days trail rations, 1sp bedroll, 1sp paying an urchin.
Bol Tyrat: 20gp vial of alchemit's fire.
Azziel Wolfpaw: 10gp clerical healing.
Players / Loot after costs:
Thaedius Garhn: -1gp -2sp
Bol Tyrat: -20gp
Azziel Wolfpaw: -10gp
Jane: 0gp
Primrose: 0gp
Bailoch Granitebain: 0gp
A variety of new visitors to Rook met up through sheer coincidental chance after hearing talk of the new goblin squatters setting up camp outside the edges of the slum district with half-orcs. Curious, the group went to investigate after upwards of 15 minutes of Jane speaking about wanting to go on adventures without actually know much about them or what to do. Eventually coming across the goblins, Thaedius was taken aback by their mild politeness - there was a bare minimum of insults between the two parties, before Jane tried various forms of conversation to learn why the goblins had come to Rook. Spying a guard, Jane asked, then threatened him, to inform her of what was going on. Pointing out that threatening a guard would get her beaten up by more guards, he walked off only to fail at maintaining a straight face once jane started panicking and pleading. As such that guard walked off laughing. Azziel, considering the goblins a good choice for cheap labour, fetched a merchant who was only happy to talk to them. This went exceedingly well till Jane randomly decided to threaten him, turning the whole deal sour. The goblin, understandably frustrated at being cheated out of a possible home and paid work by some crazy woman proceeded to shank her as best they were able.
Azziel brought a measure and calm approach to the situation by sapping the hell out of Jane with a single clean hit, and negotiations resumed. Eventually, after Thaedius shared a surreal beer with a goblin, a map was obtained and the group headed off. After a mere half day of travel the group came across a small patrol of 4 goblins - 3 bulkier individuals and one in a robe. A robe folks, you know that means serious business at level 1. Azziel proceeded to try sneaking closer before the sharp-eared goblin in robe heard her and the fight was on!
Suffice to say, and to condense a very long fight to a bare few sentences, the party missed. A lot. Like damn son, barn doors. Bol coated the area with entangle, causing more eventual disruption to the party than the goblins. Even so, they were eventually taken down one by one till only the robed goblin remained, his magic missiles dealing literally minimal damage repeatedly. One goblin of note managed to defend himself for over half a minute whilst debuffed with 2 to 3 conditions at once, the plucky blighter. He will be missed. Azziel, seeing her chance to shine during the fight, attempted several daring moves and jumps, leaping from rock to rock, group to tree, and tree to thin air. She fell. This resulted eventually in pretending to play dead and then getting utterly shanked by the robed goblin. Seeing himself outnumbered, he elected to run the hell away, sending up red signal sparks in to the air.
With minutes green sparks were emerging in response from two other locations along with a barrage of whistling arrows in the sky aimed to scare and disorient. The party, having a lack of healing and spells, decided to retreat back to town. Upon returning to Rook they met the goblins again, who held absolutely no judgement of them due to not expecting much in the first place. As such the party spent the rest of the evening either looking around Rook and familiarizing themselves with the city or proceeding to get drunk.
It wasn't the most financially profitable of days, as they realized they never stopped to loot any of the 3 goblins they'd managed to kill across an entire day. Ninja goblins.
Loot: GP Value 0
Session Date: 9/20/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1BUSbkSXeXpzwq5_5fIzHRh4b4iKm6qpi3nXLdapLggQ/edit#gid=1372498751
Costs Incurred (for those who wish to track on own Player Haven thread):
Thaedius Garhn: 1gp on 2 days trail rations, 1sp bedroll, 1sp paying an urchin.
Bol Tyrat: 20gp vial of alchemit's fire.
Azziel Wolfpaw: 10gp clerical healing.
Players / Loot after costs:
Thaedius Garhn: -1gp -2sp
Bol Tyrat: -20gp
Azziel Wolfpaw: -10gp
Jane: 0gp
Primrose: 0gp
Bailoch Granitebain: 0gp
A variety of new visitors to Rook met up through sheer coincidental chance after hearing talk of the new goblin squatters setting up camp outside the edges of the slum district with half-orcs. Curious, the group went to investigate after upwards of 15 minutes of Jane speaking about wanting to go on adventures without actually know much about them or what to do. Eventually coming across the goblins, Thaedius was taken aback by their mild politeness - there was a bare minimum of insults between the two parties, before Jane tried various forms of conversation to learn why the goblins had come to Rook. Spying a guard, Jane asked, then threatened him, to inform her of what was going on. Pointing out that threatening a guard would get her beaten up by more guards, he walked off only to fail at maintaining a straight face once jane started panicking and pleading. As such that guard walked off laughing. Azziel, considering the goblins a good choice for cheap labour, fetched a merchant who was only happy to talk to them. This went exceedingly well till Jane randomly decided to threaten him, turning the whole deal sour. The goblin, understandably frustrated at being cheated out of a possible home and paid work by some crazy woman proceeded to shank her as best they were able.
Azziel brought a measure and calm approach to the situation by sapping the hell out of Jane with a single clean hit, and negotiations resumed. Eventually, after Thaedius shared a surreal beer with a goblin, a map was obtained and the group headed off. After a mere half day of travel the group came across a small patrol of 4 goblins - 3 bulkier individuals and one in a robe. A robe folks, you know that means serious business at level 1. Azziel proceeded to try sneaking closer before the sharp-eared goblin in robe heard her and the fight was on!
Suffice to say, and to condense a very long fight to a bare few sentences, the party missed. A lot. Like damn son, barn doors. Bol coated the area with entangle, causing more eventual disruption to the party than the goblins. Even so, they were eventually taken down one by one till only the robed goblin remained, his magic missiles dealing literally minimal damage repeatedly. One goblin of note managed to defend himself for over half a minute whilst debuffed with 2 to 3 conditions at once, the plucky blighter. He will be missed. Azziel, seeing her chance to shine during the fight, attempted several daring moves and jumps, leaping from rock to rock, group to tree, and tree to thin air. She fell. This resulted eventually in pretending to play dead and then getting utterly shanked by the robed goblin. Seeing himself outnumbered, he elected to run the hell away, sending up red signal sparks in to the air.
With minutes green sparks were emerging in response from two other locations along with a barrage of whistling arrows in the sky aimed to scare and disorient. The party, having a lack of healing and spells, decided to retreat back to town. Upon returning to Rook they met the goblins again, who held absolutely no judgement of them due to not expecting much in the first place. As such the party spent the rest of the evening either looking around Rook and familiarizing themselves with the city or proceeding to get drunk.
It wasn't the most financially profitable of days, as they realized they never stopped to loot any of the 3 goblins they'd managed to kill across an entire day. Ninja goblins.