Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]
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				Title: <strong>Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>19-09-2014, 10:07:07</strong>
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				(http://oi42.tinypic.com/2rekso5.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Sar, the 14<sup>th</sup> day of the month of Aryth; Late Autumn in 996<sup>th</sup> Year of the Kingdom</em></span><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Screen_Shot_2014-09-19_at_10.37.38_AM.png)<br><br>The journey from New Cyre seemed to take longer than it should have. In reality, the "capital" of your once proud nation... the nation that you lost... is really just a town, and not a particularly well built one at that. It's gotten better over the last two years, but its a far cry from grandeur and dignity of Metrol. Wracked by guilt for the lives lost in the century long conflict, King Boranel of Breland took in the few survivors of the day of the Mourning, and granted them land. Brelish land, subject to Brelish laws and Brelish taxes, but land none the less. You hold one of those charters in you hands, a deed to explore the abandoned lands of the East and rid them of bandits. The tact agreement being that this could turn into a settling charter some day. Of course, there was price to this. The Brelanders want the Cyrans to clear out the Bandits who have take root there, and no one is under any illusions&nbsp; to the fact that the Cyrans would be surrouned on three sides. Thrane to the North, Darguun to the South and Old Cyre to the East. <br><br>The Mournlands they call it. A wasteland. How can a nation have corpse? Cyre does. A rotting wound in the skin of Eberron herself. What would the great dragon think if she were to awaken and see what her children have done to her body?<br><br>You have to split up with the Orien you've been travelling with for the past three days and make the last traverse on your own. You are making your way toward a trader's shop, Oleg's Trading Post. This Oleg is an employee of Cannith's Fabricators Guild, and used his connections to have he and his wife Svetlana transferred here from their native Karrnath as soon as a ceasefire was called. He took a charter to rebuild an abandoned Brelish fort in the trading post. Now its time for you to expand upon his work. <br><br>********<br><br>The trading post sure looks like a fort once it comes into view. You can see pennants flying from the log staves, one with the Black Anvil of House Cannith, the other with the bear of Breland on a blue field. You can see some catapults on the corners of the Trading Post's log wall, but it doesn't look like they are in working condition. The Morning air is crisp as you approach the closed wooden gate, but being so far south, its unlikely this winter will be truly frigid.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 01:12:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br><strong>HP</strong> 12/12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> +2<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr>Agira paused her steady and methodical march briefly as Oleg's came into full view, seemingly taking a moment to take it all in. The trading post was a welcome sight in more ways than one. It signaled the start of something glorious and, at the same time, brought Agira's mind back to a time when she felt like she actually understood the world. In fact, that wave of nostalgia had been washing over her the entire trip; the soft metallic shuffle of her armor as she marched, the weight of her weapon at her hip, and the way her mind unconsciously strategized and visualized what was to come all reminded her of her time in the Cyre she used to know. It felt good to remember things as they used to be, even with the painful memories mixed in. The fort in the distance was the perfect capstone to Agira's trip down memory lane, and its familiarity would do well to make her feel just as home as she did in New Cyre.<br><br>Agira's reverie ended just as abruptly as it began, the woman eager to move forward, each step bringing her all the closer to her ultimate goal. There was just one thing standing between her and the next step in her mission now: a closed gate. Agira spent a second scanning the top of the fort's walls, more out of habit rather than from any actual expectations of danger. The sight of the blue banner of Breland that flew above the fort was a painful reminder for Agira of how displaced both she and Cyre truly were, causing the woman's eyes to swiftly shift back to the gate rather than continuing to gaze up and risk reminding herself of whose land this really was. Content with the quick inspection, Agira cupped her hands around her mouth and tilted her head back, calling out in a militaristic tone that carried a volume and forcefulness that only comes from years of shouting orders above the din of battle, "Oleg Leveton?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 02:43:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/88a931e54e67834d0843c37ee864fa19/tumblr_nbcu4gQRwO1sq1xo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Maelys Thackeray</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006996)</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/6&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> 0<br><strong>AC</strong> 11 - <strong>Touch</strong> 10 - <strong>FF</strong> 11 - <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +0 <strong> Will</strong> +4<br><strong>Perception</strong> +3</div></div><br><hr><br>Upon meeting the others with whom she would be traveling, and fighting, Maelys had begun to watch them thoughtfully.&nbsp; She recognized two of them, though she could not say she remembered them well, only knew that she had seen them ocassionally before the fall of Cyre, and perhaps after.&nbsp; The construct left her curious, but somewhat wary, as it presented quite a fearsome visage and she was unsure that she could suss the motivations of a mechanical mind.&nbsp; As they traveled, she continued to watch them, learning what she could about them through observation, though she knew that she would have to speak with them eventually.&nbsp; Still, she wanted to wait to see how they comported themselves in the trading post first, the better to judge their personalities and methods.<br><br>During the trip, she wore her common garb, the long tan skirt over leather breeches and high boots, and blouse of light fabric with many pockets.&nbsp; Around her waist was belted a large sack, which held most of her provisions, a smaller pouch of many compartments that she added to ocassionally as they traveled, and a pair of scroll cases.&nbsp; Her crossbow was slung across her back, though one got the sense that the weapon held little interest for her.&nbsp; Her weapon is magic, of course.&nbsp; And, to that end, she was accompanied by a coal-black viper with baleful ruby eyes and a lethargic nature.&nbsp; It spent most of its time coiled around its mistress' slender neck, or hidden within her blouse, nestled up to the warmth of her skin.<br><br>There it resided when, finally, they came upon the fort and she murmured to it softly, bidding it remain in case it should cause alarm with those within.&nbsp; She allowed her gaze to wander around the trading post, studying the battlements curiously and noting, with some relief, the unused catapults.&nbsp; The sudden cry from Agira plucked at the strings of her spine and tensed her greatly, adrenaline coursing through her veins from the unexpected yell.&nbsp; She drew a deep breath to calm her nerves, casting an annoyed glance in the warrior's direction.&nbsp; "We could have simply knocked."&nbsp; Her voice was a low-pitched, husky murmur with the impeccable accent of Cyrian nobility, her diction flawless and telling of a good education.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 10:59:20</strong>
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				"Svetlana, the gate," you hear a male voice shout from within. <br><br>A golden haired, pale skinned Karrn woman in her late 20s opens the palisade. You notice that her hands are slightly roughed from crafting and hard labour, and that she doesn't wear anything on them.<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Images-1.jpg)<br><br>"Ah dears, you're here bright in the morning. Just come from New Cyre have you? I'm Oleg's wife, Svetlana Leveton, at your service. I've got a nice pot of stew and wild vittles going for you inside. Oleg's just busy repairing one of the roofs. " <br><br>"It looks like its those explorers they said were coming from New Cyre Oleg!" she shouts to her husband. <br><br>"Ask them about the guards," comes the reply. <br><br>Svetlana leads you towards their main hall. "Sorry to bother you dears, but did you happen to see a troop of guards as you were leaving New Cyre or on the road? We've put many queries into the local municipality, but so far no one has come out to help us." <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Screen_Shot_2014-09-21_at_12.57.47_PM.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 18:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br>Perception: +3</div></div><br>The pace of the group's travels were unfortunately dictated by the presence of the massive Warforged known as Bear, a priest of Boldrei if the holy symbol carved into his chest was any indication. Rather an odd thing to meet a Warforged priest, even moreso than meeting a Warforged mage, let alone one as old and weathered as Bear. He'd been quiet (as quiet as a six and a half tall metal man can be) during the trip, but would've happily 'reminisced' about Old Cyre or spoken on matters religious or political when pressed. Upon first meeting the others he'd declared himself a protector, and while he carried no weapons and minimal gear, claimed his might and his spells would be a shield for the group, in their 'righteous endeavor to rebuild Cyre' . .&nbsp; or something to that effect.<br><br>Once there were let into Oleg's trading post the Warforged ducked his head down, jaw dropping slightly in what he had been practicing as being a smile. <strong>"Thank you for your hospitality, though you needn't worry about preparing room and board for me, for obvious reasons. Sad to say that I have not seen any additional troops on the road. Has it gotten bad enough that you need a full troop of guards to protect this place?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 19:27:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/314278.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fenris</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fenris Lancaster (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13789)<br><strong>HP</strong> 11/11&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> +3<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 13 - <strong>FF</strong> 16 - <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +5 <strong> Will</strong> +0<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br></div></div><hr><br>Fenris would have been quite social during the trip and otherwise doing what he could to entertain himself from an otherwise boring walk, though would have made it a point to skirt around heavy topics.&nbsp; It might have become readily apparent that he was the more outwardly boisterous of the group, moving with all the swagger of an entertainer rather than the proper stride of a noble or disciplined gait of a soldier.&nbsp; When they finally arrived at the fort, Fenris couldn’t help but let out a low whistle signaling how impressed he was with Agira’s ability to project her voice.<br><br><em>"We could have simply knocked."</em><br><br>A chuckle bubbled from his throat at Maelys’ remark.&nbsp; <strong>”But where’s the flair in that?&nbsp; Had I a voice like that, it would take no effort to get a crowd’s attention even on the busiest of market days.&nbsp; Such a talent should not be squandered.”</strong><br><br>Fenris strode into the trading post when invited, surveying the area for value as much as threat; an old habit that had no shady intent to it.&nbsp; Svetlana’s question sparked a curiosity in his mind, one that was a little unsettling.&nbsp; He pointed to Oleg working on repairing the roof.&nbsp; <strong>”The roof repairs wouldn’t happen to be a direct result of the need for sentries, would it?”</strong>&nbsp; Dealing with mercenaries is one thing, but it becomes an entirely new dynamic if they had siege weaponry or firebombs, magical or mundane, at their disposal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 10:45:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Oleg_leveton.png)</div>You hear Oleg swear from atop the thatched roof he was repairing. <br><br>"Of course they wouldn't tell you!" he rants, throwing up his hands once he climbs back down to your level, "Why would they ever bother to tell you!"<br><br>"We've been beset by bandits for the past three months," he continues, "Bastards have come on the 15th every month to demand a 'tax'. I'd have fought them off long ago, but that would likely as not leave my wife with no husband, no claim to our land, and no protection. The House can't aid us this far into the wilderness, and neither the governors of New Cyre, nor of ___ have sent the aid we've requested for, they just keep say that 'its coming'. Well, unless I've missed my mark, the War's over now. They better follow through on their feeble promises!"<br><br>"Dear..." says Svetlana, trying to calm her husband. "Its not these people's fault. They've totally lost their homeland and are trying to find a new place in this world, just like we did. Maybe they could even help us?"<br><br>She turns to speak to you, "The Bandits have come one hour after dawn on the fifteenth of the month. That gives us until tomorrow morning to prepare to deal with them. Can you help us? We can provide free room and board for the night. If you're looking to explore this region, you will have to end up dealing with them sooner or later." <br><br>Oleg's snorts at this proposal, but keeps his mouth shut. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 04:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br><strong>HP</strong> 12/12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> +2<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr>Svetlana's offer brings a smile to Agira's face, partly out of genuine gratitude but also as a reaction to a joke only she was aware of. It was always the ones with the least to give that offered the most, while the nobles she ran into in New Cyre clung greedily to every single copper they had. It was one of the things she missed most about her old home: everyone may have been suffering but they still had the decency to look out for each other. "That sounds great, Svetlana. Your hospitality is very much appreciated."<br><br>As everyone filed into the opened gate, Agira followed along behind the group, her hands clasped together behind her back as she took in the sights. She had to admit that she was actually quite impressed with the establishment. It wasn't much but it still said a lot about its two inhabitants that the place even stood at all.<br><br>It was Oleg's tirade and Svetlana's much more diplomatic request that garnered Agira's full attention, pulling her away from her inspection of the fort and its buildings. Something about Oleg's tale of empty promises struck a chord with Agira, even if he told it in the most abrasive way possible. Oargev should have done something sooner to help the people that so readily helped New Cyre. It was an oversight Agira was all too willing to personally remedy. Agira stepped to the front of the group as she started speaking, reassuringly putting her hand on Svetlana's shoulder to add an emphasis to her promises so that the couple knew she wasn't just another noble that was going to overlook the problems of those below her. "You're right, Svetlana. We're here to make sure this land is safe and free from threats to the people - that includes you two and the bandits that plague you. There will be no 'tax' tomorrow. You have my word."<br><br>With that, Agira's gaze returns to her surroundings, the warrior occasionally asking a question to Oleg and Svetlana over her shoulder as she looks around the grounds. "What are the bandit's numbers? How well equipped? Mounted or on foot? Any details you can provide would be helpful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 12:11:17</strong>
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				Oleg starts answering Agria's questions.<br><br>"Those blighters first came here 3 months ago. They threatened to burn down the trading post and abduct my wife, if we didn’t agree to hand over all of the furs and trade goods we'd accumulated over the past month from the few hunters and trappers that still live here. They said they'd force themselves upon her and use her for as long as she lasted... I'd have cut their throats then and there if they hadn't had us so badly outnumbered," he shakes his head. "A magewright is no match for a dozen armed robbers."<br><br>"Since then, the bandits have returned twice more, each time within an hour of sunrise on the fifteenth day of the month," continues Svetlana, "We've had our “taxes” ready earlier and have to hand them over quickly. The bandits usually seem eager to return to their camp somewhere in the Greenbelt, which makes me think their camp is somewhere about a day's ride away by horse." <br><br>"The first time the bandits visited, there were a dozen of them. Ten thugs led by a cloaked man armed with a bow, and a woman who carried two small hatchets. That woman did the majority of the talking on that first trip. She was terrifying, with a sense of humour so black it would make the Shadow look like Dol Arrah.&nbsp; The way she smiled... she clearly had seen other women raped before, the way she spoke to me, and that frightened me all the more. She also seemed to be particularly sharp and observant, whereas the man seemed to be a bit more crude and foolish. She almost lopped Oleg's arm when they burst in, and she took my wedding ring as payment later for not "shortening his reach." She is most assuredly the most dangerous of the lot."<br><br>"We were lucky though," concludes Oleg. "The woman hasn't been back since then. On the second and third visit, only the crude hooded man accompanied the bandits. The second visit, he came with only six other men, while on the third he only came with four. I think he believes he's got us cowed and is letting his guard down. Hopefully, when they visit tomorrow they’ll be even fewer in number, and hopefully the scary woman with the hatchets won’t be with them."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 21:05:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/88a931e54e67834d0843c37ee864fa19/tumblr_nbcu4gQRwO1sq1xo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Maelys Thackeray</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006996)</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/6&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> 0<br><strong>AC</strong> 11 - <strong>Touch</strong> 10 - <strong>FF</strong> 11 - <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +0 <strong> Will</strong> +4<br><strong>Perception</strong> +3</div></div><br><hr><br>While the others spoke, Mae studied the fort thoughtfully, in particular gazing up at the catapults, then finally she turned to Oleg and Svetlana, offering them a gentle smile.&nbsp; "I am certain that however many of these ruffians show up, we are capable of dealing with them handily.&nbsp; Perhaps you could show us around the trading post, including any battlements that might prove handy in a fight.&nbsp; Like the catapults.&nbsp; Are they still in working order?"&nbsp; She motioned up toward the devices, then looked back at the pair, her strange eyes reflecting a certain tenderness for their plight.<br><br>"On behalf of our liege, I want to assure you that you will no longer be harried by these bandits.&nbsp; And, after we deal with those that come here, it would likely be our next task to find their hidey-hole and remove them, either unto the next world, or into the hands of the authorities.&nbsp; Should there be any remaining 'taxes' in their stores, then I think I speak for all of us in saying that what is rightfully yours shall be returned to you."&nbsp; She spared a brief glance for the others, her shoulders drawn back and her jaw firm, the words sounding more like a decree than anything which might be questioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>26-09-2014, 03:03:58</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br>Perception: +3</div></div><hr><strong>"Indeed, it is as my companions say. Boldrei's ire shall fall upon those who seek to take away hearth and home from the innocent. My only concern is that if . . . No, WHEN we stop these would-be tax collectors, the others may come to the fort en masse to seek out retribution. We will have to move quickly in order to search the countryside and find them before this happens. If we can fight to capture them, maybe we'll manage to even gleam some additional knowledge about where they come from and the nearby portions of the Greenbelt?"</strong><br><br>Bear spoke thoughtfully and slowly, his mechanical voice sounding very deliberate in his word choice. It was a bit funny to have the mountain-like Warforged speak of acting with haste, especially considering that he was the reason it had taken the group as long as it did to arrive at the fort, something he apologized for several times. He did, of course, nod to Maelys 'decree' of returning the trading post's portion of the bandits' ill-gotten goods to them. Such a thing was only right after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>26-09-2014, 09:11:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Oleg_leveton.png)</div>"I'm afraid they're not," says Oleg gruffly. "They're leftover from when this building actually was a fortress. By Dol Dorn, it would be wonderful if they were still in working condition, but time and The Traveller have had their ways with them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>26-09-2014, 18:31:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/314278.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fenris</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fenris Lancaster (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13789)<br><strong>HP</strong> 11/11 <strong>Init</strong> +3<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 13 - <strong>FF</strong> 16 - <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +5 <strong> Will</strong> +0<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br></div></div><br><hr><br>At first glance, the task of defending the outpost seemed beyond daunting.&nbsp; Though as more information was revealed, specifically in regards to the smaller group of ‘tax collectors’, more opportunities presented themselves to significantly increase their chances of survival.&nbsp; Granted, Fenris wasn’t the most delighted with Maelys’ reassurance that the Leveton wealth would be returned in full should it be possible; after all, they were putting their lives on the line, which mandated some sort of assurance towards compensation.&nbsp; It was easy enough for him to rationalize away this loss in profit with the knowledge that pulling this off would surely make the owners of this upstart trading post grateful for their actions, which would surely provide some long-term fringe benefits.<br><br><strong>”I am in support of the idea of taking captives if possible; the information they could provide could be valuable in many areas.&nbsp; At this point the catapults are no great loss; I imagine they would be more of an inconvenience trying to use them against a small group.&nbsp; I think it would be in our best interest to stage a tax payment to lure them within the walls.&nbsp; Once inside we close the gates behind them and spring the trap, the last thing we want is for one to get away on their horse to summon reinforcements.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 15:55:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Images-1.jpg)</div>Svetlana nods and says, "That's probably our safest bet. If they feel like nothing is wrong or out of the usual, they'll walk straight in without thinking. It would be best if they can't see you until the trap is sprung. Where do you plan on hiding?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 16:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/314278.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fenris</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fenris Lancaster (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13789)<br><strong>HP</strong> 11/11 <strong>Init</strong> +3<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 13 - <strong>FF</strong> 16 - <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +5 <strong> Will</strong> +0<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br></div></div><br><hr><br>Fenris looked back towards the doors ponderously. <strong>"Would there be enough room behind the doors when thu are open? It would be an advantageous position to close the doors once they're in the courtyard for two of us. The other two could hide in the stables or one of these buildings so when we can attack from all sides when we ambush them. Of course, I'm a simple entertainer, so I am hardly the most qualified on military tactics; what do the rest of you think?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 21:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br><strong>HP</strong> 12/12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> +2<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr>Agira nods her head in agreement with the suggestions from the others. "If their guard is as lax as you say, then even the most basic of ambushes will catch them off guard. Let's see how they like it when they're the ones being outnumbered. Wouldn't be surprised to see the cowards drop their weapons and beg for mercy on the spot." Agira offered a confident smirk to Oleg and Svetlana, the woman so supremely confident that the bandits would pose absolutely no threat that she had already put the confrontation out of her mind and moved on to other matters.<br><br>With a shrug of her shoulders, Agira sheds her backpack and deposits it on the ground with a sigh of relief. "So what do you say you show us around, Oleg? I'd love to see what you've managed to do with this old fort. I might even be able to offer a helping hand for some of the chores around here. Beats waiting around and doing nothing until tomorrow morning, right?" With that, Agira picks her belongings back up off the ground and holds the pack under her arm, looking toward Oleg with a barely noticeable smile and an expectant expression on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 11:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The layout of the trading post is fairly basic. Trade and barter occurs within the main yard. A guesthouse with 4 beds can be found in the South-Eastern corner of the yard. Oleg and Svetlana live in the house in the North-Eastern corner. The double doors of this building can be barred, but they cannot be locked. Along the northern wall are three 3-foot deep middens and composting pits, while along the western wall is the stable. Between the stable and the house is the only building with a wooden roof... A storage pen for goods, which is currently empty as a result of the outlaw's activities.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/Screen_Shot_2014-10-01_at_1.14.59_PM.png)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 01:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/88a931e54e67834d0843c37ee864fa19/tumblr_nbcu4gQRwO1sq1xo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Maelys Thackeray</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006996)</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/6&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> 0<br><strong>AC</strong> 11 - <strong>Touch</strong> 10 - <strong>FF</strong> 11 - <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +0 <strong> Will</strong> +4<br><strong>Perception</strong> +3</div></div><br><hr><br>"If you could show me to my room, I would greatly appreciate it.&nbsp; Do you happen to have a tub I can use to bathe in?"&nbsp; She looks to Svetlana, shifting the bag on her shoulders and absently brushing a curl of glossy black hair from her brow.&nbsp; She was beginning to feel the fatigue that came from spending days sleeping in the wilderness and only having the chance to wash sporadically.&nbsp; Granted, she still somehow managed to look like a million gold, but that was despite the conditions.&nbsp; Her hand lingered at her brow, shading her eyes as she sent a glance up at the catapult to the right of the gate, absently tugging at her full lower lip as she considered options.<br><br>"I believe it might be best if I took up position up there, since I do not need to be as close, and I don't want the rest of you feeling obligated to protect me during the skirmish.&nbsp; I should be fairly safe there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 19:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm afraid all we've got for that is a can of water with a slow release mechanism out by the middens," says Svetlana, "You can heat the water over the fire first, at least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>03-10-2014, 05:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br>Perception: +3</div></div><hr><strong>"It's no obligation, Lady Thackeray. Still, I do feel better about your idea of staying a bit out of reach."</strong> Bear seemed to have an eye for 'noble types', and treated those of Cyre with an almost-reverence part of the time. After all, he had been originally created to serve and protect the nobility. Even after Cyre had fallen and he'd chosen his own path, he still treated his 'superiors' with some level of respect that was unusual.<br><br><strong>"I don't suppose you have enough hay, or something similar, to simply . . cover me up to the side of the door. It might become important to ensure that there is no option for retreat for these men, so having me in that position could help cut them off."</strong> This he posed towards Svetlana, head tilted ever so slightly to one side as he fixed the woman in his flickering eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>03-10-2014, 10:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span class="bbc_u"><em>Aryth 15, 996 YK</em></span><br><br>Morning comes sooner than you feel it should. True to the Leveton's prediction, the bandits arrive within an hour of first light. There are four of them, all men, led by a man with a bow in the old and ill-kept guard of Cyran scout. Any regalia that once adorned it has longs since worn off. <br><br>"Where's your wife," taunts one of the men, "I was hoping she'd finally see that you were a lost cause and join up with us. Your balls are as dead as your nation's 'soldiers.'<br><br>"She's staying inside today," retorts Oleg. "I figured that she gets enough abuse listening your your foul tongues, she might as well not have to looks at your ugly mugs too."<br><br>Indeed, the two had quarrelled the previous night about where Svetlana should be during the ambush. <br><br>"My Blood is strong," shout Svetlana, "and they will be suspicious if I'm not there with you!"<br><br>"Don't you dare turn this into a theological debate!" countered her husband, "You'll stay inside where its safe. I'm losing livelyhood to these assholes, I'm not losing you too!" <br><br>The debate had continued late into the night, but eventually Svetlana relented. <br><br>In the present, the bandit prepares to strike Oleg, but is stopped by his commander. "Don't waste your energy on him. Although I must say, this haul is considerable lower than the last two. You better not be holding out on us Karrn. We may just have to not give you wife a choice in where she gets to go. I'm sure that Kressle wouldn't mind a threesome with her... Although I suspect Svetlana will. Have more for us next time!"<br><br>Oleg just stands there, fuming in helpless rage. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Screen_Shot_2014-10-03_at_12.04.54_PM.png)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anyone may act.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 00:40:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br><strong>HP</strong> 12/12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> +2<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr>Agira nonchalantly stepped from her hiding place in the stable, her right hand casually resting against the stable's frame and her left hanging loosely at her side, her sword dangling in her grip and tracing a shallow line in the dirt as she made her presence known. "Hello, boys." A taunting smile crossed Agira's lips as she drew the attention of the bandits, hinting that she either didn't know how dangerous the situation was or flat out didn't care. Her head tilts slightly toward the man in the Cyran military outfit, assuming him to be the man in charge. "A leader that hides behind his men. Cute." It was a verbal jab she couldn't help but take, especially if the man actually was Cyran military and hadn't just lucked out and managed to kill someone for his outfit. There were a thousand other things a man from the Cyran military could and should be doing with his life, and becoming a bandit that terrorized defenseless people certainly wasn't on that list.<br><br>Now that she had earned their attention and likely their ire, Agira pushed herself off the wooden beam she had been leaning against and stood at her full height as she scanned over the bandits and dropped her previous taunting tone for a more authoritative one. "I'm sure as a member of Cyre's military you know the punishment for banditry. Surrender now and you might yet save yourself and your men." It was a long shot but one she still felt obliged to offer. However, the idiots probably had their egos inflated by months of uncontested banditry and thought themselves invincible, a fact which left Agira on her guard despite her calm exterior. One aggressive move from the bandits or upon hearing their refusal to surrender and she would let out a sharp whistle and call out to her new allies, "Bear, Maelys, Fenris...why don't you come out and welcome our guests?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 07:05:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br>Perception: +3</div></div><br>For the time being Bear knelt down in the large pile of hay, breathless and soundless as the bandits moved in to take their claim from the trading post. He was merely waiting for Agira's signal, or open combat to start, so that he could ominously rise up from the hay and move to cut off the mens' retreat back to the horses with his symbols of Boldrei shining proudly on his chest. When the inevitable would happen, he would only have one thing to say.<br><br><strong>"Boldrei protects this home, but not you louts."</strong><br><br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Readied action to move Southeast two hexes and east two more, in order to block off their escape, if/when Bear receives the signal.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 10:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bandits stand there for a minute, totally agog that the Leventons had managed to catch them off guard. <br><br>Then their leader snarls, "Kill Oleg! Find the woman!"<br><br>Agria calls out, and Bear lunges forth from the pile of hay, cutting the bandit's escape route off! Both of them are greeted by the bandit's short swords. Bear's armoured skin stops the blow aimed at him, but the other bandit finds a hole in Agria's armour, leaving a long laceration in her leg. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Screen_Shot_2014-10-04_at_9.49.39_AM.png)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anyone may act. Agria takes 3 damage.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 16:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br>Perception: +3</div></div><br><strong>"Hmph! You should surrender and make it easier for yourselves!"</strong><br><br>Bear called out loudly as he took one of his heavy arms and swiped at the bandit that had rushed him and ineffectively slashed at the cleric's heavy armor plating. Sadly, his eye was flickering rather badly, and he didn't manage to connect the swift bandit with that scary, heavy limb. He harumphed again, grumbling.<br><br><strong>"Stand still you little thing!"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yeah . . I rolled a seven total to hit. Next. :x</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 17:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/314278.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fenris</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fenris Lancaster (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13789)<br><strong>HP</strong> 11/11 <strong>Init</strong> +3<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 13 - <strong>FF</strong> 16 - <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +5 <strong> Will</strong> +0<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br></div></div><br><hr><br>Fenris would have preferred to hear the closing of heavy doors prior to the sound of challenge, but he was at least glad to see their escape route was cut off all the same. Drawing his rapier along way, he stepped up to Oleg's right allowing him for a clear route of escape. <strong>"Hello there, it seems I'll be your challenger this day. I can handle things from here Oleg."</strong> Fen's voice was surprisingly cheery, carrying a sort of nonchalance that was entirely out of place given the situation.<br><br>With all the grace of a striking viper, Fen's slender blade lashed out towards the bandit's abdomen.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack: 22<br>Damage: 6<br><br>Perry: 11<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 00:53:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/88a931e54e67834d0843c37ee864fa19/tumblr_nbcu4gQRwO1sq1xo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Maelys Thackeray</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006996)</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/6&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> 0<br><strong>AC</strong> 11 - <strong>Touch</strong> 10 - <strong>FF</strong> 11 - <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +0 <strong> Will</strong> +4<br><strong>Perception</strong> +3</div></div><br><hr><br>Maelys listened from her position behind the catapult, then stepped out once the bandits proved too foolish to take the offer presented.&nbsp; Dressed in an ankle-length dress of deep violet-black, with her dark hair left to flow around her face and down her back to her waist, she commanded a striking presence.&nbsp; Her mismatched eyes gazed down upon the bandits, bright with adrenaline and the excitement of battle.&nbsp; Her inky viper was draped across her shoulders, head lifted and mouth opened as it hissed, venom dripping from its fangs.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving to the right of the catapult and out onto the wall above, getting as close to the combatants as she can while remaining up on the wall.&nbsp; I was a dingle and forgot she had to be withing 30 feet of the bad guys to cast her hex, so I'll have to wait until next round for that.&nbsp; I'll also be picking her spells now, since I completely forgot about those.&nbsp; -is a bad witch.-</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 03:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br><strong>HP</strong> 9/12&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Init</strong> +2<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr>Agira gritted her teeth as the commander ordered his men to attack Oleg, cursing inwardly at herself for knowing this would be exactly how the bandits would react and not just killing them where they stood to begin with. Her blade raised from its resting place near her hip just in time to deflect the sword blow from the single bandit that challenged her but not nearly well enough to prevent the momementum of his attack from following through and slicing against her leg. More concerned with the safety of the unarmored Oleg than herself, Agira spins around the bandit to better position herself to deal with the other bandits, returning an attack against the bandit as she moved. She found herself amazed when her token effort was blocked, the realization that this might not be as easy as she first thought dawning on her and forcing Agira to more carefully consider her next move.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Taking a 5-foot step down and to the right. Got a 7 on my attack too so I went ahead and assumed that misses...unless the bandits have like 4 dexterity and no armor (please say yes).</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 10:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ferris' rapier shoots cleanly through the bandit's shoulder, even as Bear and Agira's blows are turned away by their foe's leather armour. Fortunately, the bandit's aim is no better. Ferris' foe screams and attempts to flee past Bear to reach the horses. The archer takes a pot shot a Oleg, shouting, "Die Northerner!"<br><br>Oleg takes arrow in his his leg, but is still able to haul himself out of the battle and inside of his house. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c6/Screen_Shot_2014-10-11_at_11.56.58_AM.png)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bear may make an attack of opportunity against the fleeing bandit. I've placed that bandit by the horses, as that's where he will end up if the AoO misses. Anyone may act. </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 17:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br>Perception: +3</div></div><br>As the other bandit attempted to flee past Bear, he reached out with a heavy arm to slam forward at the man, a powerful clothesline attempt! Bear continued with the motion to try and crush the other bandit in front of him, but couldn't quite keep up enough momentum. Still, it was enough that he was doing his best to keep them from getting to the horses, so he kept his legs firmly planted and brandished his shield to the bandits.<br><br><strong>"There is no escape!"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack of Opportunity: 20 total to hit the fleeing bandit, and 5 damage dealt. <br>Attacking Bandit directly north: 10 to hit, so . . . no. Sadness.<br>No move action for me, Bear is sticking where he is.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 17:10:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bear's arm cracks the fleeing bandits skull open has he runs into the massive slam attack, leaving hime bleeding out on that ground, even as the second attack misses.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Agria, Maelys, and Fenris may act.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 03:19:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/314278.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fenris</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fenris Lancaster (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13789)<br><strong>HP</strong> 11/11 <strong>Init</strong> +3<br><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 13 - <strong>FF</strong> 16 - <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +5 <strong> Will</strong> +0<br><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br><strong>Panache</strong> 4/4<br></div></div><br><hr><br><strong>”Aww, but I’m just getting warmed up!”</strong>&nbsp; Fen protested as his opponent fled the fight so soon after it had begun.&nbsp; Not to be deterred and still feeling the exhilaration of combat, he moved south and sought to challenge the man who seemed to be the ringleader of the motley group.&nbsp; The dash ended in a reaching lunge that had all the poise one would expect of a fencer, the slender blade striking out towards the man.&nbsp; <strong>"Not to be cliche, but en garde!"</strong>&nbsp; He challenged with a genuine smile and flippant demeanor.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack At 2014-10-14 20:10:44, Fenris (uid: 15749) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=65988)<br>Damage At 2014-10-14 20:14:55, Fenris (uid: 15749) rolls: 1d6a1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=65989)<br><br>Perry At 2014-10-14 20:15:42, Fenris (uid: 15749) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=65990)<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kingmaker: New Cyre [PF]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 15:56:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Idiot, getting yourself killed like that," mutters the archer as his bandit gets clobered into the ground by Bear, "Ah well, we'll just sell his corpse to the Darguuls as rations along with the rest of you!" <br><br>His cockiness is cut short by Fenris' rapier, but even bleeding from his chest the man just sneers in response. <br>
			</dd>
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