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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 22:15:14 GMT
Happy to be on solid ground again, Plonk seems very cheery. And a bit tipsy, of course. He smiles constantly while sipping from his bottle. When he realizes that the tartan has been stolen, the faun becomes desloate. "Oh my.... the tartan! That is just horrible!", he exclaims to nobody in particular. "Horrible! If there is anything we can do to help you good folks, anything at all!"
When Malcazar brings it up, Plonk realizes he doesn't have any idea whatsoever what tartan is either. He nods a lot to the question.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 24, 2014 23:20:35 GMT
Noggood, Noggin's father is delighted to tell you all about the wonderful weather proof tartan cloth that they produce and indeed points out the natty cloaks made of that material and worn by his family. However after three or four hours of this you think it may be time to investigate the theft.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 24, 2014 23:23:46 GMT
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Post by mullmann on Nov 25, 2014 1:47:59 GMT
Malcazar, seated in a chair much too small for his frame and with his legs extended out in front of him uncomfortably - gets a bit irritated with the hobbit's long story. "Yes, yes and now you seem like a Hobbit of some means. What can you pay us for our services and what leads have you uncovered? Should we check out the warehouse? Also what's for supper around here I am near starved and bone chilled from that ghastly vessel."
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 25, 2014 8:39:12 GMT
Gerin blinks and finally pays attention at the words of the mage.
"Pay? Supper?" he asks with interest.
His expression clouds again and he fixes Noggin with an icy stare.
"You brought us here for stolen hobbit fashion?"
With a loud sigh, he tries to force down the bubbling rage threatening to erupt.
"Note to self - ask what things are BEFORE getting on the ship in future...." he mumbles.
He falls into a brooding silence, content to let Malcazar lead the way with the questioning.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 25, 2014 13:06:33 GMT
Noggood leads you out to the large warehouse. You snoop around in the failing Northern light. Gerin (rolled a 1) finds a number of Raven feathers among the empty tartan racks. Plonk (rolled a 1 on the outside search) spots heavy cart tracks vanishing into the pine forests on the hills above the farm. Noggin's mum shouts you in for supper and over a hearty repast complete with lashings of frothy beer. "We're only poor farmers and weavers Mr. Malcazar and don't have much in the way of money. However we can make you all some very nice garments, maybe a dapper new suit with a few stars and moons on for a wizarding gent like you?" "And you're welcome to come back and stay for your tea any time." Adds Mrs. Noggood hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 6:45:36 GMT
"Tea sounds nice!", Plonk says. During the supper he seems to suddenly remember his findings. "Say, folks. I think someone left the warehouse by a cart towards the forest in the east. Maybe that's where our meanies took the tartan?", he suggests.
Plonk freezes. He has no idea what tartan is. "Say, Mr. Noggood... This tartan, what is it?"
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Post by chris107 on Nov 26, 2014 9:13:32 GMT
At mention of the forest to the North the jolly hobbits all fall silent and look at each other with drawn faces. "My brother Nogbad the Bad has his tower deep in the Raven Woods. We haven't spoken for years. He's a bad sort and I must admit I thought him long dead..." But hobbits been hobbits when Plonk mentions Tartan again Noggood cheers up immensely and spends the rest of supper expounding the virtues of the fabulous cloth!
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Post by mullmann on Nov 26, 2014 17:47:33 GMT
Malcazar, eating greedily wipes his mouth on his shirt sleeve, "Yes, yes I'm sure this forest is all very dangerous to Hobbits and such and we'll see about checking it out mid morning tomorrow. I am quite fagged out from this journey and will be choosing to sleep in. I hope you have beds long enough for me."
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Post by chris107 on Nov 26, 2014 20:42:48 GMT
If there are no further questions you can all sleep through until mid-morning. By which time all the washing up is done. Mrs. Nogggood has packages of sandwiches, fruit and flasks of beer waiting for you. Noggin's family wave you off as you head into the forest. (Noggin has left the pieces of brass and glass dragonfly behind with his little brothers and sisters along with the posh red cloak).
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 26, 2014 22:12:27 GMT
Keeping in mind it's called the Forest of Ravens (and the feathers he found), Gerin is keeping his sling loaded from the moment we enter the forest.
He has the strong impression that pilfering birds may be involved....
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Post by mullmann on Nov 26, 2014 23:00:43 GMT
Malcazar the Magnificent - thanks the hobbits for their hospitality and gathers with the party to enter the gloom of the forest."Evil birds don't seem so bad, we killed those crazy eyepeckers back at that other place, though those little bastards did take a peck of flesh from my head. Better than lizards or demons I suppose.."
Memorizes the same 2 spells for the day, sleep and magic missle
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 27, 2014 14:03:02 GMT
Memorizing Cure Light Wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 15:24:00 GMT
Trying to memorize what tartan is.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 27, 2014 20:34:44 GMT
You fight your way through the forest. Pecked at by many swarms of Ravens (you all rolled higher!) and they bugger off. A Broken down keep appears....
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Post by mullmann on Nov 27, 2014 21:49:38 GMT
Malcazar - "Well, I think we have arrived. Why do these places we go to always have to be dumps? Why can't we go to a nice place for a change?"
"Maybe someone should go scout it out a bit?"
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Post by chris107 on Nov 28, 2014 14:09:01 GMT
The tower is circular about 30' diameter and 50' high with crenelated ramparts. A single entrance is in the South side at ground level, the portcullis raised. Lots of black ravens roost on almost every flat surface the sound of their cawing fills the clearing. There is no other sign of life.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 14:31:27 GMT
"Ravenses everywhere..."
Plonk picks up a few suitably sized rocks to throw at the ravens, if they start getting restless.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 29, 2014 9:23:05 GMT
You snoop around carefully, Plonk armed with a number of good chucking stones. The Ravens caw restlessly but are a little frightened of you after their beating in the forest. The keep is badly built and in poor repair. Obviously the owner is not very house proud. The weak grey stuff that passes as sunshine in this part of the world dimly illuminates a small courtyard beyond the portcullis. Here stands a very tatty looking two wheeled cart. A spavined donkey is tied near by, all skin and bone, it's hooves all curly with neglect. A very sad looking creature indeed, it's plight is not improved by the wicked Goblin who seems to be deriving great pleasure from beating the poor animal with a heavy stick!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 13:24:24 GMT
That poor donkey... Plonk feels it's high time for someone to put their foot down on such needless cruelty and that foot, or hoof to be more exact, is him. Taking careful aim, tongue sticking out from the right side of his mouth, he flings one of his neat stones at the mean goblin.
OOC: +2 to hit from DEX
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Post by chris107 on Nov 29, 2014 13:33:34 GMT
Plonk flings his stone (roll 13+2) and hits the cruel Goblin up the side of the head for 2HP damage. It yelps and curses obscenities at the Faun, dropping it's donkey beating stick it draws a wicked looking barbed scimitar and charges out of the keep....
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Post by mullmann on Nov 29, 2014 16:37:36 GMT
Malcazar will try and keep out of the gobbos way, hoping the mighty party he travels with can take down 1 gobbo.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 19:19:58 GMT
Plonk chucks another rock at the goblin.
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Post by chris107 on Dec 1, 2014 14:26:33 GMT
Malcazar backs off as Plonk chucks another brick (19+2) it hits the charging Goblin right between the eyes (3HP) and drops it in it's tracks.
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Post by mullmann on Dec 1, 2014 16:54:25 GMT
Malcazar will boldly stride forward and give the dead gobbo a kick to make sure it is dead. He will then loot the body. He motions the others forward, "Lets go into the courtyard and feed the donkey and check this place out." he suggests
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