LPDnD: The Trinal Chronicles: Episode 1

[Jimer Lins]

Trinal chuckles. "Still sleepy?" he says to Victae, but not mockingly. He seems to be enjoying himself.


Trinal casts Tempest Breath (Close Blast 3)

Attack: d20+5 vs Reflex

Wolf A:
2+5=7
Wolf B:
11+5=16

Damage: 2d6+6=6+6=12

Does acid damage and targets hit can't gain combat advantage until the end of the next turn, and I gain concealment until my next turn.

Sustaining my lightning breath, and I shout at the wolves, attempting to get their attention on me.

[Blackferne]

Round 4
Team Lone Wolf
Wolf A attacks Trinal but misses.

Team Hero is up!
Trinal Hits with Burnign Spray
Victae hits with Reaping strike
The Professor hits with another insult

[Jimer Lins]

Trinal casts Burning Spray:

d20+5 vs Reflex:

15+5 = 20

Damage: 1d8 +6=6+6=12

Edit: And sustaining my Lightning Breath as a minor action.

[Blackferne]

Trinal hits Wolf A with burning spray

Wolf A is now bloody

Victae does a Reaping Strike 1d20+STR (on miss dmg is just STR modifier)

Roll(1d20)+6:
19,+6
Total:25
Hit.

Dmg 1W+STR
Roll(2d4)+3:
4,2,+3
Total:9

The Professor goes for the kill with another insult
"I finally get it. If I had a face like you, I'd eat my own shit too."
CHAvs Will
Roll(1d20)+4:
12,+4
Total:16
Hit
Dmg 1d6+4
Roll(1d6)+4:
1,+4
Total:5

Wolf A is in VERY bad shape.

[Blackferne]

Round 5:

Team Lone Wolf
Wolf A bites at Trinal and misses

Team Hero

[Jimer Lins]

Hearing this, Trinal pauses for a moment, and his face screws up with the effort it takes not to burst out laughing. He fails.

"BWA-HAH-AHAHAHA HA HA HA!" He guffaws.

(I'll take a -2 to AC for the next round)

[Jimer Lins]

One more Burning Spray should do it.

d20+5 vs Reflex

14+5=19

Damage 1d8+6=8+6 = 14

[Blackferne]

The Professor looks at the wolf and let's off one final insult
"You flea ridden mutt, listen to me here and now. I'm gonna take that sorry excuse of a mangy skin of yours and make a pair of boots I use EXCLUSIVELY for wading in filth, dung, vomit, or as you might call it, heaven. Just do me the solid and die first."

Roll(1d20)+4:
17,+4
Total:21

Wolf A is dead.

[Blackferne]

Professor looks up from his last diatribe and sees Trinal got the kill.

"Well since I didn't kill him, I guess he can be your crap boots."

He then tends to Victae's minor wounds.

[OOC I'm off to bed now, please add 125XP to your total]

[Jimer Lins]

Trinal, still chuckling, leans on his staff and gazes sidelong at the Professor. "I had heard of acid tongues before, my friend, but that's quite a talent you have there." He looks at Victae. "You were bitten, are you doing all right? Do you need any help?"

[Jimer Lins]

[ooc- thanks! Good times were had by all.]

[Blackferne]

Sitting by the fire while the Professor tends to her wounds she says with a smile, "It is but a scratch. I'll be fine. None of them looked rabid so it should be ok."

The professor says, "Yeah clean that out and everything is right as rain as they say. As for the acid tongue, have you ever wondered why we say 'spell' for both correctly putting order of letters of a word when writing as well as for feat like your acid magics? It is because words are magic. We just have forgotten largely the connections, but some of us have learned how they intersect. Well I'm beat. Trinal mind taking the middle watch?"

[Jimer Lins]

"No trouble at all. I will wake you for your watch, Victae. "

During his watch Trinal will clear away the bodies. He muses to himself that it's to bad he doesn't know more about skinning animals, but then notes that they are badly charred and shrugs.





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[Jimer Lins]

[ooc- I can't figure out how to do bold with tapatalk.]

[Blackferne]

Don't worry about bolding if on tapatalk. I'll figure it out from quotes.

[Blackferne]

Your shift goes uneventful which I'm sure suits you fine after the fight with the wolves. You wake Victae and go to sleep in your lean to.

Some time around 8am you awake to the smell of sausages and the sounds of grunting and "swooshes". Looking around you see the Professor mindlessly poking some sausages in a skillet with a long stick while reading a book. In the distance you see Victae doing what appears to be polearm exercises. It has a sort of dance/ballet like feel to her actions, though her martial skill is clearly evident.

[Jimer Lins]

"Good morning." Trinal rolls out of his lean-to and heads off to do his ablutions at the stream. Returning, he sits next to the fire with the Professor and digs out some breakfast munchies. He'll offer to share, but it would be a good bet that his traveling rations are not as appealing as sausage.

He eyes Victae. "I'm always astonished at those who can be so active so early in the morning," he says blearily.

"By the way, Professor- do you or Victae happen to be able to read Dwarvish?"

[Blackferne]

"Unfortunately not. It wasn't something I picked up in my studies. I've been meaning to try and get a rudimentary working of the language for a while, just never got around to it. They have some amazing myths in runic embroidery, and I'd love to be able to read it in the native tongue. Why do you ask?" He says closing the book and putting it down.

[Jimer Lins]

"At the forge after our discussion with the thieves or cultists, I found several letters in Dwarvish, but haven't been able to read them. I thought they might shed some light on their activities... perhaps I can get someone in Belholt to translate them for me."

[Blackferne]

"Mind if I take a look anyway?" The professor asks. "Seems your stumbling into a mystery, and I'm a sucker for a good story."

[Jimer Lins]

"Of course." Trinal digs out the pouch with the letters and hands it to the Professor. "These were found with the stolen goods, so they may be just information about that part of their operation. Or maybe just love letters." Trinal smiles and stretches.

[Blackferne]

The Professor looks over the letters closely.

Perception (Trained)
Roll(1d20)+5:
17,+5
Total:22

"Well I can't read them, and I don't have any particular guesses based on the formatting of the letter like plans, love letters, or invitation to join a elegant ball. I can tell you that the author of the letters probably isn't dwarvish, or at least his literacy skills weren't likely dwarvish to start." He walks next to you and points out some features of the script. "See how these letters all have a slight leftward droop to them? That is not a trait you'd see in someone who was taught dwarvish first. Think of all the dwarvish writing you've ever seen in your entire life. It is all lines and angles. Now think of elvish. it tends to have slight curves and organic tones to it. These letters here in particular, late in the note you see the lines drifting much more like a native elven, human or maybe a draconic writer might make. Now that is an interesting tidbit, though not sure how it is useful at this point." He pauses in thought. "Oooh sausages! Want some?" He starts spearing them to take out of the skillet before they burn.

[Jimer Lins]

Trinal looks carefully at the letters. "That is very interesting, especially given that there was no one there that wasn't a dwarf, aside from the cave crawler thing."

"And yes, I would love some sausages. Your generosity is much appreciated."

He studies the letters some more, his curiosity now piqued.

Perception: d20+0=3=3

"Hrmph. Well, I see what you mean. It creates more questions..."

[Blackferne]

[OOC announcement. Backend website stuff. I'll be shutting down the forums tonight to try to resolve it.]

[Blackferne]

After breakfast the party packed the necessary gear and resumed walking.

[rolls die, rolls more die all behind a screen]

The weather was fair and gentle. The road traffic has some merchants returning to their farms or homesteads from the big weekend affair in Belholt. No news of import.