As you head into town for supplies, you see the sheriff heading over. "Kina," he calls, and continues as you approach, "I'm guessing you are getting ready to head out after these fools." He looks up at you, and winks, "your mentor and I talked long into the night last night. We've cleared a town account with merchants, within reason of course, get what you need, we got you covered."
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Grunting in pain but unfazed as one of the captors lands a blow , Barnabus Changes targets and back to non-lethal strikes. He once again swings at the first atttacker.
Wil digs into the meal enthusiastically. After a few bites that seem to stretch together into one big continuous bite, Wil comes up for air and with a sheepish grin says, “My apologies, I didn’t”t intend to wolf half of it down like that, it”s just so good I couldn’t stop. It reminds me of something my mother used to make... I wolf that down too, earn me many a slap on the back of the head for poor table manners....” Wil offers another sheepish look, “By the stars above, where are my manners?!?! My name is Wil, and thank you for opening up your home to me.” He then looks over and stage whispers to the boy, “If my mother were here I”d be getting the look and a hand to back of my head. Do you ever get the look? Wait don’t tell me, I bet you hardly ever get the look.” Wil gives the boy a conspiratorial wink, smiles and then continues eating in a much more civilized manner.
You swing and catch him on the side of his face with the flat of your axe, his head snaps to the side and you swear you saw teeth go flying. He doesn't even whimper as he goes sprawling in the dirt. With a grunt of anger, the other slashes at you with some renewed vigor, Attack: 12 Damage: 4
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
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Chesterfield winces at the pain lingering in his skull. He says plainly to his captors, "Well, that's an unpleasant way to handle things. I would much appreciate it if you could take this bag off of my head and at least let me get some fresh air. I think there is some blood in here, it's starting to smell." Persuasion:12He will also begin trying to stealthily slip his hands free will roll whatever you deem appropriate.
OOC: I swear I have rolled an 8 like 4 times now ahhhh!
"A good appetite is always appreciated in these parts, so no apologies necessary, sir Wil. I am Bethann," at that moment, the young girl opens the front door and enters, "and you've more or less met Bobi," the girl gives a half-hearted curtsy at her name, and heads for the ladder you presume is to the attic and her bedroom, "the wee one is Arin, and the grump by the fireplace be me husband Arn." The man gives you a nod of welcome. "Alas, we have no spare room in here, but there is plenty of soft straw in the loft of the barn and you be welcome to make use of it, once you have eaten your fill of course!" She busies herself with clearing the dinner dishes from the family's meal as she speaks.
"Aye, need it off for a bit so as you can eat, anyway." He grabs your arm and sets you more or less upright, leaning into the corner of the back of the driver's seat and the low side wall. As you eyes strain to adjust to the sudden brightness, you feel a bowl pressed into your hands and he says, "No funny stuff now, and be careful not to fall over the side. Lost a fool just a week ago or so that tumbled and ended up under the rear wheel." He moves closer to the back of the wagon and sits watching you. Roll a sleight of hand check.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"As always, you take such good care of me, sheriff. Thank you. I only need a few things. I stocked up on food a little while ago, and I don't need much in the way of traveling goods. I'm useless with a crossbow and I don't think I'll be doing any climbing, but I will need these..." she says, having written down a list of items she was going to get:
3 healer's kits, some 'herbs of cleansing' (weak poison antidote), simple buckler and a cape to help ward off the cold nights.
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
"Simple and easy you are to please. The fates surely did bless us when you came here to study. I will take my leave of you, and wish you good luck on your journey! I will be looking forward to many a story upon your return. But now, I need to see about sending runners to the local farms to give them warning and see if anyone else has spotted folks running around in masks and robes. I fear there may be more lists than the ones you brought back." He tips his hat and nods his head as he heads off.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
you slice the bindings on your wrists, and ankles just as the fellow using you as a footstool wakes and notices your movements, but before he can stop you, are over the side, barely missing getting run over by the rear wheel of the wagon. You hear him shouting at the driver to stop, but the wagon continues rolling. Finally noticing the driver is laying over on his side in the seat, he shakes the driver awake to get the wagon stopped some 30 yards further down the road.
Barnabus:
With an overhead strike, the hapless chap manages a small whimper as he sees the shining blade about to smack him like a frying pan to the forehead. He collapses onto your right boot and doesn't move. If he ever wakes up, he's gonna have one helluva headache.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
With him watching you, its difficult to do much to test the ropes, but they seem pretty secure at the moment. At least they leave you enough range of movement to be able to eat without much difficulty. The bowl contains chunks of meat, cheese and bread. Typical travel fare, and definitely not the usual prisoner rations. He looks at you a moment, and actually seems to be pondering whether you have an angle with your question, then says, "depends on how far we need to go for the target, and how much trouble they cause."
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Barnabus gives a long sigh of relief as the last captor falls. Some quick attention to his wounds gets his bleeding under control. Not wanting to deal with the men again he quickly grabs rope from the wagon and binds them in a similar manner as he was except the hands are in back and their feet are trussed to the hands. A look at the destroyed front wheel sparks a pang of regret.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time."
laments the weary warrior. However, deep inside he knows that had things gone the other way, and he was the one tied up, anything that hindered them would have been an opportunity for him. Feeling better about the decision he takes rope down the road to bind and retrieve the driver. Looking the man over he can tell the man has at least one if not two broken ribs.
"ssssss" Barnabus sucks in air between closed teeth, "yup I'd say ol' Fife here probably. Oh, Fife's the name o' me axe by the way. " Barnabus leans in with a wink and gives his axe a good shake for emphasis. "Fife's done gone broke at least a rib or two. So here's what I propose. You behave and I'll be as gentle as I can. Buuuuuuut, you be deciding' ta be a horses ass and I'll be forced to be puttin' a boot ta ya. Now give me those hands so I can truss ya up a bit."
Barnabus will hopefully be able to peacefully bind the mans hands and gently get him to his feet. Should they make it back to the wagon he will tie the driver to the remaining wheel. With all the loose ends tied up Barnabus will finally crawl into the wagon and look into what is in the box while taking a short rest.
Bartholomew uses all of his strength (actions) to run in a direction he thinks is best, if there is a forest he can hide himself in thats where he will go. But he does wanna stay kind of near the wagon to see where they will head once they give up searching for him.
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Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign) DM- Disney Campaign
Kina has a funny feeling about what's going on. It's just a feeling, but she wants the sheriff to know how thankful she is for his service in the years she's lived there. After a moment of hesitation, she reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder, turning him to her. She then grabs him up in a tight hug.
"Be careful, sheriff." she says, before she lets him go to pick up her things, then makes her way towards Moorsedge.
She stops on an overlook where she can see the Shire, looking back to it one more time. It's been her home for so long, and now, for the first time, she's unsure of what lays ahead. She's on her own, grown up. It's time to find out what she's capable of.
She turns, pulls her cape around her, and trots off before she looses her nerve, keeping the moon mask in her pack as a reminder of what's at stake.
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina:
As you head into town for supplies, you see the sheriff heading over. "Kina," he calls, and continues as you approach, "I'm guessing you are getting ready to head out after these fools." He looks up at you, and winks, "your mentor and I talked long into the night last night. We've cleared a town account with merchants, within reason of course, get what you need, we got you covered."
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Grunting in pain but unfazed as one of the captors lands a blow , Barnabus Changes targets and back to non-lethal strikes. He once again swings at the first atttacker.
Attack: 24
Damage: 10
**This Space for Rent**
Wil digs into the meal enthusiastically. After a few bites that seem to stretch together into one big continuous bite, Wil comes up for air and with a sheepish grin says, “My apologies, I didn’t”t intend to wolf half of it down like that, it”s just so good I couldn’t stop. It reminds me of something my mother used to make... I wolf that down too, earn me many a slap on the back of the head for poor table manners....” Wil offers another sheepish look, “By the stars above, where are my manners?!?! My name is Wil, and thank you for opening up your home to me.” He then looks over and stage whispers to the boy, “If my mother were here I”d be getting the look and a hand to back of my head. Do you ever get the look? Wait don’t tell me, I bet you hardly ever get the look.” Wil gives the boy a conspiratorial wink, smiles and then continues eating in a much more civilized manner.
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Barnabus:
You swing and catch him on the side of his face with the flat of your axe, his head snaps to the side and you swear you saw teeth go flying. He doesn't even whimper as he goes sprawling in the dirt. With a grunt of anger, the other slashes at you with some renewed vigor, Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
OOC: I swear I have rolled an 8 like 4 times now ahhhh!
Wilhorn:
"A good appetite is always appreciated in these parts, so no apologies necessary, sir Wil. I am Bethann," at that moment, the young girl opens the front door and enters, "and you've more or less met Bobi," the girl gives a half-hearted curtsy at her name, and heads for the ladder you presume is to the attic and her bedroom, "the wee one is Arin, and the grump by the fireplace be me husband Arn." The man gives you a nod of welcome. "Alas, we have no spare room in here, but there is plenty of soft straw in the loft of the barn and you be welcome to make use of it, once you have eaten your fill of course!" She busies herself with clearing the dinner dishes from the family's meal as she speaks.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Chesterfield:
"Aye, need it off for a bit so as you can eat, anyway." He grabs your arm and sets you more or less upright, leaning into the corner of the back of the driver's seat and the low side wall. As you eyes strain to adjust to the sudden brightness, you feel a bowl pressed into your hands and he says, "No funny stuff now, and be careful not to fall over the side. Lost a fool just a week ago or so that tumbled and ended up under the rear wheel." He moves closer to the back of the wagon and sits watching you. Roll a sleight of hand check.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
OOC: still better than the 1s Wil was rolling for a bit ... lol
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
OOC: I was hoping that was part of a bad dream, apparently not.
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Kina bows her head in thanks.
"As always, you take such good care of me, sheriff. Thank you. I only need a few things. I stocked up on food a little while ago, and I don't need much in the way of traveling goods. I'm useless with a crossbow and I don't think I'll be doing any climbing, but I will need these..." she says, having written down a list of items she was going to get:
3 healer's kits, some 'herbs of cleansing' (weak poison antidote), simple buckler and a cape to help ward off the cold nights.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina:
"Simple and easy you are to please. The fates surely did bless us when you came here to study. I will take my leave of you, and wish you good luck on your journey! I will be looking forward to many a story upon your return. But now, I need to see about sending runners to the local farms to give them warning and see if anyone else has spotted folks running around in masks and robes. I fear there may be more lists than the ones you brought back." He tips his hat and nods his head as he heads off.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Bartholomew uses his rapier to free himself and jumps out of the wagon. Dex check: 16
Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign)
DM- Disney Campaign
Barnbus snears at the remaining would be kidnapper,
"Well I ain't gonna kill you but you sure are gonna wish I had."
The axe head flashes in the sun as another non-leathal strike is attempted.
Attack: 10
Damage: 4
**This Space for Rent**
Bartholomew:
you slice the bindings on your wrists, and ankles just as the fellow using you as a footstool wakes and notices your movements, but before he can stop you, are over the side, barely missing getting run over by the rear wheel of the wagon. You hear him shouting at the driver to stop, but the wagon continues rolling. Finally noticing the driver is laying over on his side in the seat, he shakes the driver awake to get the wagon stopped some 30 yards further down the road.
Barnabus:
With an overhead strike, the hapless chap manages a small whimper as he sees the shining blade about to smack him like a frying pan to the forehead. He collapses onto your right boot and doesn't move. If he ever wakes up, he's gonna have one helluva headache.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Chesterfield is a bit worried now, "You had another person on here last week? How many people do you usually get in a month?" Sleight of hand 5
Chesterfield:
With him watching you, its difficult to do much to test the ropes, but they seem pretty secure at the moment. At least they leave you enough range of movement to be able to eat without much difficulty. The bowl contains chunks of meat, cheese and bread. Typical travel fare, and definitely not the usual prisoner rations. He looks at you a moment, and actually seems to be pondering whether you have an angle with your question, then says, "depends on how far we need to go for the target, and how much trouble they cause."
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Barnabus gives a long sigh of relief as the last captor falls. Some quick attention to his wounds gets his bleeding under control. Not wanting to deal with the men again he quickly grabs rope from the wagon and binds them in a similar manner as he was except the hands are in back and their feet are trussed to the hands. A look at the destroyed front wheel sparks a pang of regret.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time."
laments the weary warrior. However, deep inside he knows that had things gone the other way, and he was the one tied up, anything that hindered them would have been an opportunity for him. Feeling better about the decision he takes rope down the road to bind and retrieve the driver. Looking the man over he can tell the man has at least one if not two broken ribs.
"ssssss" Barnabus sucks in air between closed teeth, "yup I'd say ol' Fife here probably. Oh, Fife's the name o' me axe by the way. " Barnabus leans in with a wink and gives his axe a good shake for emphasis. "Fife's done gone broke at least a rib or two. So here's what I propose. You behave and I'll be as gentle as I can. Buuuuuuut, you be deciding' ta be a horses ass and I'll be forced to be puttin' a boot ta ya. Now give me those hands so I can truss ya up a bit."
Barnabus will hopefully be able to peacefully bind the mans hands and gently get him to his feet. Should they make it back to the wagon he will tie the driver to the remaining wheel. With all the loose ends tied up Barnabus will finally crawl into the wagon and look into what is in the box while taking a short rest.
**This Space for Rent**
Bartholomew uses all of his strength (actions) to run in a direction he thinks is best, if there is a forest he can hide himself in thats where he will go. But he does wanna stay kind of near the wagon to see where they will head once they give up searching for him.
Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign)
DM- Disney Campaign
Kina has a funny feeling about what's going on. It's just a feeling, but she wants the sheriff to know how thankful she is for his service in the years she's lived there. After a moment of hesitation, she reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder, turning him to her. She then grabs him up in a tight hug.
"Be careful, sheriff." she says, before she lets him go to pick up her things, then makes her way towards Moorsedge.
She stops on an overlook where she can see the Shire, looking back to it one more time. It's been her home for so long, and now, for the first time, she's unsure of what lays ahead. She's on her own, grown up. It's time to find out what she's capable of.
She turns, pulls her cape around her, and trots off before she looses her nerve, keeping the moon mask in her pack as a reminder of what's at stake.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Cade perception: 18
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