This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
"I think we have shown these brigands the error of their ways," calls Ulrich, his voice ringing out over the din of battle. "What say you, hobgoblin? Do you yield and call off your dogs? Today is not a good day to die, I'm sure you'll agree."
Persuasion: 21
Ulrich readies his action. He will strike the hobgoblin again with Zorn if it does not agree to end the fight.
Sturma sees the two goblins attacking Brock from the rear. There’s only a moment of hesitation before she points her red wand at them. Perhaps a spell without words will be enough to keep things subtle.
Sturma catches a rain drop on the tip of her wand and turns and flicks it at the nearest of the two Goblins. Her Ice Knife flying true.
Action: Ice Knife. AR: 23, DR: 1
The spell them explodes hitting the same goblin and any within five feet who fail a Dec save of 14 for DR: 1+1 = 2
((WOW. Four damage rolls so far and every dice has been a 1. There’s another mind sliver roll in the log for damage - was just checking it wasn’t an app bug))
*Damn that’s bad luck! Just a question what are AR and DR? Is it attack roll and damage roll?
(yep, sorry - Attack roll, and Damage Roll. I use the campaign rolling log on app cause I'm often on my phone, and I make lots of typos so I can edit my post without it saying manipulated rolls)
While the eyes are on the Hobgoblin leader, Sturma quickly slips her father's red wand back into her sleeve, determined to stow it in her backpack later. She keeps her eyes down and a distance from the others.
"Hhhnnnggggg!" Brock would grunt as thentwo arrows slam into his back. He could feel the sharp pain radiating from the two impact points like red hot needles. For a moment he nearly let's go of the hobgoblin as the feeling of warm blood runs down his back and drips on to the muddy ground. With a quick jerk, he positions the hobgoblin between himself and the remaining goblins, hoping touse him as a shield of needed.
"What's going on here...." Brock would growl through gritted teeth. "Tell me before I snap your neck!"
"Who and where is your master? All we wanted was a warm meal and a cold ale... we dont have your damn staff." Brock would growl as rain drops continued to drop from his hair and nose. "And what happens if we let you go? You going to just send more thugs after us? It would be a lot easier to bury you in the mud."
"Maybe we should go and see this 'Lord of Solace' and find out what this is all about. Perhaps take this reprobate with us so he can explain to his master how he's been treating innocent travellers."
“Ser Ulrich,” whispers Sturma, “can we safely transport all the goblins and their leader, or worse still take only one and leave the rest free to nurse their anger? Even beaten as they are? What if there are allies of theirs in the town or the road ahead?”
Sturma waits till Ulrich looks at her and times a shiver to coincide. Her eyes are wide, and she tries to look afraid and shaken. “Forgive me, Ser, for speaking out of turn.”
Ulrich looks down at Sturma and places one spade-like hand on her shoulder. "Don't fear about speaking up, girl, and don't fear about these beasts either," he rumbles. "They'll do us no harm now. We've taught them a lesson they won't easily forget. Those that have avoided their eternal slumber, anyhow." His eyes scan the goblin corpses littering the road around them. "I'll wager we have enough stout rope between us to secure the brigands. We can take their horses and tie them to the stirrups. They'll be more concerned about staying on their feet than causing trouble. What say you?" This last was at a higher volume and directed to the group as a whole.
"I guess we are done tussling. Hold onto him Brock until I can tie him up." says Tandri. She takes the hempen rope off of the side of her pack and tightly binds the hobgoblins hands and hobbles his legs with the rope so he can walk, but running would be a challenge. "I agree let us see the Lord of Solace with this one in tow."
"I feel like walking to talk to a lord while dragging one of his beaten and bloodied men behind us.... isn't going to earn us any favor with him... I mean I'm not looking to start a war here... I just want a meal and to get out of this rain.." Brock would reply as blood continued to drip down his back. "But you all are smarter than I am.. I say we waste them and leave then in the mud... but I'll listen to go along with yer plan I suppose... but only if our friend here promises to admit to trying rob us. I'm not looking to escort a beaten and guard to prison just so he can lock me away..." Brock would spit on to the ground before wiping a little blood from his mouth with his free hand.
The hobgoblin not wanting to die listens carefully. “The lord’s name is ser Reynfred.” He then grins slyly, “It won’t do you any good to bring me to him in this condition. I won’t say no to a nice ale to ease my nerves.”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Ulrich emits a sort of deep rumbling sound. It appears to be an indication of mental effort as he considers the factors at play. At length, he says,
"Goblins waylaying travellers should be handed to the law to be dealt with, but if this..." he waves a giant hand at the hobgoblin, "is what passes for the law around here then we need to tread carefully, aye."
He turns to Brock. "Don't do yourself down, lad," he says, "you speak sense. Mayhap it would be better to tie the brigands and secure them here while we go and pay this Reynfred a visit. Sometimes playing the innocent can give an advantage."
Looking around at the group, "Let's secure them here. Strip them of anything they might find useful to make an escape and take the horses. They won't be following us in a hurry and by the time they do we should have the measure of the situation with Lord Reynfred."
History check to see if Ulrich recognises the name Reynfred and whether he can recall anything about him: 20
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"I think we have shown these brigands the error of their ways," calls Ulrich, his voice ringing out over the din of battle. "What say you, hobgoblin? Do you yield and call off your dogs? Today is not a good day to die, I'm sure you'll agree."
Persuasion: 21
Ulrich readies his action. He will strike the hobgoblin again with Zorn if it does not agree to end the fight.
“Yes yes! Listen to this man! Peace!” He shouts happy to not have his life ended.
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
*Damn that’s bad luck! Just a question what are AR and DR? Is it attack roll and damage roll?
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
(yep, sorry - Attack roll, and Damage Roll. I use the campaign rolling log on app cause I'm often on my phone, and I make lots of typos so I can edit my post without it saying manipulated rolls)
While the eyes are on the Hobgoblin leader, Sturma quickly slips her father's red wand back into her sleeve, determined to stow it in her backpack later. She keeps her eyes down and a distance from the others.
*I don’t really mind if it says manipulated rolls because there’s no point in cheesing dnd.*
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
The first goblin takes 3 damage. The second one takes none.
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
"Hhhnnnggggg!" Brock would grunt as thentwo arrows slam into his back. He could feel the sharp pain radiating from the two impact points like red hot needles. For a moment he nearly let's go of the hobgoblin as the feeling of warm blood runs down his back and drips on to the muddy ground. With a quick jerk, he positions the hobgoblin between himself and the remaining goblins, hoping touse him as a shield of needed.
"What's going on here...." Brock would growl through gritted teeth. "Tell me before I snap your neck!"
“Masters order sir! Very sorry, told to look for a crystal staff. Their fault!” The hobgoblin blathers hoping to not be killed.
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
"Who and where is your master? All we wanted was a warm meal and a cold ale... we dont have your damn staff." Brock would growl as rain drops continued to drop from his hair and nose. "And what happens if we let you go? You going to just send more thugs after us? It would be a lot easier to bury you in the mud."
“My master is the lord of Solace! He told us to question anybody!”
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
"Maybe we should go and see this 'Lord of Solace' and find out what this is all about. Perhaps take this reprobate with us so he can explain to his master how he's been treating innocent travellers."
“Ser Ulrich,” whispers Sturma, “can we safely transport all the goblins and their leader, or worse still take only one and leave the rest free to nurse their anger? Even beaten as they are? What if there are allies of theirs in the town or the road ahead?”
Sturma waits till Ulrich looks at her and times a shiver to coincide. Her eyes are wide, and she tries to look afraid and shaken. “Forgive me, Ser, for speaking out of turn.”
Ulrich looks down at Sturma and places one spade-like hand on her shoulder. "Don't fear about speaking up, girl, and don't fear about these beasts either," he rumbles. "They'll do us no harm now. We've taught them a lesson they won't easily forget. Those that have avoided their eternal slumber, anyhow." His eyes scan the goblin corpses littering the road around them. "I'll wager we have enough stout rope between us to secure the brigands. We can take their horses and tie them to the stirrups. They'll be more concerned about staying on their feet than causing trouble. What say you?" This last was at a higher volume and directed to the group as a whole.
"I guess we are done tussling. Hold onto him Brock until I can tie him up." says Tandri. She takes the hempen rope off of the side of her pack and tightly binds the hobgoblins hands and hobbles his legs with the rope so he can walk, but running would be a challenge. "I agree let us see the Lord of Solace with this one in tow."
"I feel like walking to talk to a lord while dragging one of his beaten and bloodied men behind us.... isn't going to earn us any favor with him... I mean I'm not looking to start a war here... I just want a meal and to get out of this rain.." Brock would reply as blood continued to drip down his back. "But you all are smarter than I am.. I say we waste them and leave then in the mud... but I'll listen to go along with yer plan I suppose... but only if our friend here promises to admit to trying rob us. I'm not looking to escort a beaten and guard to prison just so he can lock me away..." Brock would spit on to the ground before wiping a little blood from his mouth with his free hand.
Sturma looks to Hrothgar. “It may be that Solace is not as you left it. Can we be sure of a warm inn and safe harbour?”
Hrothgar looks at the group as the goblins get bound.
I cannot be certain. Much seems to have changed since i last visited. Roaming goblins would be swiftly dealt with.
He walks over to the hobgoblin helping where needed. What is the name of this Lord you serve?
Hrothgar looks around as he wipes some drops of rain off of his face to make sure all of the goblins are accounted for.
The hobgoblin not wanting to die listens carefully. “The lord’s name is ser Reynfred.” He then grins slyly, “It won’t do you any good to bring me to him in this condition. I won’t say no to a nice ale to ease my nerves.”
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
Hmm ser Reynfred.. he repeats as he looks to Ulrich to see his reaction to the name.
He looks to the others Perhaps this one is right. Taking them with us might not grant us favor with this.. lord.
We could take their horses and weapons and leave them here, i trust they have learned a valuable lesson this day.
Ulrich emits a sort of deep rumbling sound. It appears to be an indication of mental effort as he considers the factors at play. At length, he says,
"Goblins waylaying travellers should be handed to the law to be dealt with, but if this..." he waves a giant hand at the hobgoblin, "is what passes for the law around here then we need to tread carefully, aye."
He turns to Brock. "Don't do yourself down, lad," he says, "you speak sense. Mayhap it would be better to tie the brigands and secure them here while we go and pay this Reynfred a visit. Sometimes playing the innocent can give an advantage."
Looking around at the group, "Let's secure them here. Strip them of anything they might find useful to make an escape and take the horses. They won't be following us in a hurry and by the time they do we should have the measure of the situation with Lord Reynfred."
History check to see if Ulrich recognises the name Reynfred and whether he can recall anything about him: 20