The Pevensey Heist - Revision history

Michael P at 04:05, 7 September 2017

2017-09-07T04:05:13Z

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	Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to only have 3 protection"<br>		Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to only have 3 protection"<br>
	Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>		Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>
	Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is ... elvish"		Looter (mimicking Elderan), raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is ... elvish"
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Michael P: /* Summary */

2017-08-18T22:58:33Z

Summary

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	; Party		; Party
	* [[Mayhem]] - [[Jim Arona]]		* [[Mayhem]] - [[Jim Arona]]
	* [[Luther Luthier]] - Michael P.		* [[Luther Luthier]] - small hobbit, "used-but-valuable goods getter" Michael P.
	* [[Ignis]] - 7 foot human fighter and air mage. Fabio		* [[Ignis]] - 7 foot human fighter and air mage. Fabio
	* [[Elderan]] Elf and Air Mage. Ian A		* [[Elderan]] Elf and Air Mage. Ian A

Velcanthus: /* Scribe Notes */

2017-08-07T18:19:58Z

Scribe Notes

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	Around that time, the witch doctor came back with his bunch of hangers on, cranking out the Preparations, so it looked as if it was going to be bad. I managed to get my last spell device thing off, which was good, because it stopped spells being cast at us, so yay for me. Even Hemlock got into the action, leaping onto the witch doctor and giving him a good fanging. Then, Looter turned the tide on the battle by getting another Fear on the witch doctor who went berserk. Having previously noted who was casting spells around, he turned his back on me and then it was "Good night, Doctor!" ... He went down like a shelf of patent medicines, as the witch got to make the abdominal acquaintance of el Biggo's big sword. She didn't really go down 'cause she was stuck on the blade but I could tell that she was pretty keen on a bit of a lie down.<br>		Around that time, the witch doctor came back with his bunch of hangers on, cranking out the Preparations, so it looked as if it was going to be bad. I managed to get my last spell device thing off, which was good, because it stopped spells being cast at us, so yay for me. Even Hemlock got into the action, leaping onto the witch doctor and giving him a good fanging. Then, Looter turned the tide on the battle by getting another Fear on the witch doctor who went berserk. Having previously noted who was casting spells around, he turned his back on me and then it was "Good night, Doctor!" ... He went down like a shelf of patent medicines, as the witch got to make the abdominal acquaintance of el Biggo's big sword. She didn't really go down 'cause she was stuck on the blade but I could tell that she was pretty keen on a bit of a lie down.<br>
	So, we mopped up the rest and, casting a glance at the cave, wondered how we could wrap it up and take it away with us....		So, we mopped up the rest and, casting a glance at the cave, wondered how we could wrap it up and take it away with us....
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	Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to have 3 protection"<br>		Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to only have 3 protection"<br>
	Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>		Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>
	Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is ... elvish"		Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is ... elvish"

Velcanthus: /* Scribe Notes */

2017-08-07T16:56:33Z

Scribe Notes

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	Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to have 3 protection"<br>		Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to have 3 protection"<br>
	Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>		Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>
	Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is elvish"		Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is ... elvish"
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Velcanthus: /* Scribe Notes */

2017-08-07T14:36:42Z

Scribe Notes

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	Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is elvish"		Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is elvish"
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	== Buffs & Mil Sci ==		== Buffs & Mil Sci ==

Velcanthus: /* Scribe Notes */

2017-08-07T14:33:40Z

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	Around that time, the witch doctor came back with his bunch of hangers on, cranking out the Preparations, so it looked as if it was going to be bad. I managed to get my last spell device thing off, which was good, because it stopped spells being cast at us, so yay for me. Even Hemlock got into the action, leaping onto the witch doctor and giving him a good fanging. Then, Looter turned the tide on the battle by getting another Fear on the witch doctor who went berserk. Having previously noted who was casting spells around, he turned his back on me and then it was "Good night, Doctor!" ... He went down like a shelf of patent medicines, as the witch got to make the abdominal acquaintance of el Biggo's big sword. She didn't really go down 'cause she was stuck on the blade but I could tell that she was pretty keen on a bit of a lie down.<br>		Around that time, the witch doctor came back with his bunch of hangers on, cranking out the Preparations, so it looked as if it was going to be bad. I managed to get my last spell device thing off, which was good, because it stopped spells being cast at us, so yay for me. Even Hemlock got into the action, leaping onto the witch doctor and giving him a good fanging. Then, Looter turned the tide on the battle by getting another Fear on the witch doctor who went berserk. Having previously noted who was casting spells around, he turned his back on me and then it was "Good night, Doctor!" ... He went down like a shelf of patent medicines, as the witch got to make the abdominal acquaintance of el Biggo's big sword. She didn't really go down 'cause she was stuck on the blade but I could tell that she was pretty keen on a bit of a lie down.<br>
	So, we mopped up the rest and, casting a glance at the cave, wondered how we could wrap it up and take it away with us....		So, we mopped up the rest and, casting a glance at the cave, wondered how we could wrap it up and take it away with us....
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	</~~div~~>		Elderan: "It's soft leather armour, it's meant to have 3 protection"<br>
			Mayhem: "It's feeble."<br>
			Looter, raising a precise finger: "Ah! The correct adjective is elvish"
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	== Buffs & Mil Sci ==		== Buffs & Mil Sci ==

Michael P: /* Short Term */

2017-08-07T00:28:27Z

Short Term

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Velcanthus: /* Calendar */

2017-08-06T15:24:15Z

Calendar

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Velcanthus: /* Scribe Notes */

2017-08-06T15:22:56Z

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	<div class=Mayhem style="background-color: #ade; font-family: Lucida Handwriting; border: thin solid #333;">		<div class=Mayhem style="background-color: #ade; font-family: Lucida Handwriting; border: thin solid #333;">
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	;Day 10		;Day 21
	I wake up from the deathly plague that had afflicted me to find that we recruited a couple of horses and ponies. Personally, I'd have been happier with a sturdy goat but the bigs have this thing about horsekin. Looter and I confer and we agree that their must be some way to build fortifications on top of it. Conveniently, the horsekin carry quite a bit of our encumbrance, so that's nice. <br>		I wake up from the deathly plague that had afflicted me to find that we recruited a couple of horses and ponies. Personally, I'd have been happier with a sturdy goat but the bigs have this thing about horsekin. Looter and I confer and we agree that their must be some way to build fortifications on top of it. Conveniently, the horsekin carry quite a bit of our encumbrance, so that's nice. <br>
	And, there's a fair bit of eating on a pony, I guess.<br>		And, there's a fair bit of eating on a pony, I guess.<br>
	We chat to the orc who tells us his mates are 7 days north of us. Slim checks the terrain and finds cart tracks heading west of north, so, I guess, more or less in the direction of the orcs. But, as luck would have it, their trail passes over hard packed earth, so the air mages lose the trace.<br>		We chat to the orc who tells us his mates are 7 days north of us. Slim checks the terrain and finds cart tracks heading west of north, so, I guess, more or less in the direction of the orcs. But, as luck would have it, their trail passes over hard packed earth, so the air mages lose the trace.<br>
	I pull out my kite staff and fly ahead to scout out the place and find a road where a cart would likely have crossed. Sadly, the air mages find nothing. We decide that flying around the place is a bloody good way to get noticed, so we just travel ahead on foot until we find a camp site.		I pull out my kite staff and fly ahead to scout out the place and find a road where a cart would likely have crossed. Sadly, the air mages find nothing. We decide that flying around the place is a bloody good way to get noticed, so we just travel ahead on foot until we find a camp site.
	;Day 11		;Day 22
	The next day, we head further north and find a river some 30-40 yards across. We interrogate the orc and find a ford about an hour southward down the river, and we cross there. The air mages find the orc trail but it peters out after an hour or so. We make a smokeless fire, cook (a non-pony) dinner and set up a watch.		The next day, we head further north and find a river some 30-40 yards across. We interrogate the orc and find a ford about an hour southward down the river, and we cross there. The air mages find the orc trail but it peters out after an hour or so. We make a smokeless fire, cook (a non-pony) dinner and set up a watch.

	;Day 12		;Day 23
	We spend the next three days following the tracks until it joins a more defined trail that climbs into some mountains. <br>		We spend the next three days following the tracks until it joins a more defined trail that climbs into some mountains. <br>
	We crest a ridge line and see a camp on the other side. Occasionally, the wind brings us the scent and identifies it as definitely orcish. We decide that the stealth properties of the horsekin is as advanced as the stealth properties of el Biggo, with the difference that at least el Biggo can at least cast a mist. So, we leave them hobbled near pasture on the southward side along with our captured orc and head down to investigate.<br>		We crest a ridge line and see a camp on the other side. Occasionally, the wind brings us the scent and identifies it as definitely orcish. We decide that the stealth properties of the horsekin is as advanced as the stealth properties of el Biggo, with the difference that at least el Biggo can at least cast a mist. So, we leave them hobbled near pasture on the southward side along with our captured orc and head down to investigate.<br>

Velcanthus: /* Scribe Notes */

2017-07-25T03:57:55Z

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 It turns out that the tents hold about a dozen orc sized soldiers, and when I slip inside the first one, there are five asleep who will not wake again. This seems like it might appease the spirits of hobbits lost to orcish spit roasts, so we repeat it in another couple of tents. Moving around to wreak mayhem: We slay 14 orcs and find that there are 2 buildings protected by 2 guards each, although each pair not facing each other. We find ourselves on the horns of a dilemma: visit the orcish population with crimson fountains of blood and build small towers out of the loot, '''OR''' go for the quality and maximise our loot to encumbrance ratio...such sweet musings....<br>
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