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The great Talar host was situated among the decrepit ruins of Madar Ornar, the vast army fielded along the outskirts of the crumbling spires and gutted edifices forgotten so long ago. It was a city of tents, Talar mingling among the many mercenaries and imperial optimists that flocked behind the cause. Just over yonder, perhaps not even a few days' march away, was the Orc host, waiting in turn.
Trent Thorpe and company had arrived to the Orc camp during a time of certain need. Offering their services to the collected Orcish leadership, the group was tasked with information gathering, namely of possible war plans and stratagem. Ever the optimist and prideful lion, Trent Thorpe eagerly accepted on behalf of his group and by next sunrise, the group was off to the Elven camps. The journey was pleasant enough, of course. The trio enjoyed the eerily quiet and absent no-man's land between the two camps, stargazing at night and indulging in a campfire song or two.
Two days later, the group made it to the outskirts of the Elven camp undetected and heroically confident in their mission. It was decided that Trent would investigate the camps, dressed as an Elven camp woman. With a makeshift wig and a convenient dress to match, Trent sashayed into the camps largely undisturbed and perhaps curiously admired. Conveniently enough, one of Trent's, or rather, Trentina's admirers happened to be an Elven officer, or so he swaggered and bragged himself to be in chatting Trentina up. A few strategic drinks later, Trentina was able to effectively milk some information from the officer. The man-turned-Elf-lady returned to his party and reported the information -- however, legitimate maps and papers necessary for the Orcish overlords would have to be retrieved through ways sly seduction simply couldn't manage.
And so, come dusk the party slipped into the camp, skirting through most of the forest of tents with careful intrigue, mostly orchestrated by the finesse of Clint McCallister. However, as the party approached the officer's tent, Trentina's wig flew away on the whim of an inconvenient gust of wind, thereby exposing Trentina to be Trent. If the entire plot wasn't evident then, perhaps half the men of the camp would weep in dismay.
Some of the nearby guards threw themselves to the group. Clint was the first to draw, brandishing a practical shortsword to fend off against the initial brutal onslaught of the enraged, perhaps almost semi cuckolded guard. Trent and Bobinot, meanwhile, had to tussle with their own two guards. Given Bobinot was unarmed and Trent was forced to haphazardly face his foe in an elegant dress, the otherwise comical scene seemed perilous at first, Trent slashing and evading the guards' advance while Bobinot was forced to clumsily dodge and scurry off to the side. One of the guards tore themselves from Trent, chasing after Bobinot next. It would be Clint's ease in cutting down his designated guard that'd save the juggernaut force that was descending madly unto Trent. With Trent's tactful evasions and irritating jabs, Clint took the final kill. Meanwhile, Bobinot was still struggling with the third guard, the poor Elf bumbling about in a pathetic heap on the floor, barely escaping any lasting cuts or scrapes. However, as Bobinot eventually found himself backed against a delipidated wall, the guard's last championing stab cut short by the grace of Trent's simply clubbing the guard over the head. In all honesty, Bobinot was perhaps a second away from being savagely decapitated.
Without even a second to catch their breath, the trio conceded to press on into the officer's tent, the clamor and racket of the fight they just had drowned away in the common rabble and noise of the army camp. The bodies were left where they were, unlooted and exposed wantonly to the night sky.
The trio slid into the tent, Trent at the head in his beautiful, flowing silks, Clint with a hardened look of determination, and Bobinot, simply happy to be alive. Of course, the officer was in residence and was as shocked as expected -- perhaps he sought to marry the elusive Trentina one day. But sadly, such a dream was dashed away with the glint and glitter of steel as swords were unsheathed and commands barked. Immediately, the trio were descended upon by two guards, along with the officer himself. The officer, perhaps in a mad fit of love long lost, went after Trent first, tears of a happy future with a beautiful wife and children at the zenith of a reborn empire flowing across his highborn cheeks.Sloppy slash met with petty parry, and Trent expertly navigated back a few steps to allow room for Clint and his shortsword, and Bobinot, preparing to conjure his banshee-esque bat fiend. While Trent was dealing with the enraged officer, the other two guards saw better use of their skill and expertise against the plainly armed Clint, the pair charging the man to the floor. In the haphazard and wholly sloppy encounter, the guards and Clint were tangled in a mess of petty punches and grappling for throats and knives. Bobinot, in the droll eye of the storm, so to speak, summoned Athena. The bat gave out an ear-piercing screech, distracting the officer that was still engaging Trent. It was in that decisive moment that Trent struck the final blow, his blade finding purpose in the officer's heart. Clint and how attackers, however, were still in a terrible tangle of taunts, punches, and brutal attack. While Athena went to wildly scratch and nip at one guard, Trent sent a downward plunge of his blade into the other's back. With one down, and the other being hounded by this seemingly ghost-like apparition of a bat, Clint took his chance and barreled the man on his back, retrieving a knife strapped into one of his boots and decisively slitting the man's throat. They were victorious.
Clint and Trent suffered decent scratches and bruises, while Bobinot boasted rather clean skin and a doughy smile. The trio quickly searched the tent, retrieving some maps and essential plans for the Orc camp. In their rush to leave the camp before the alarm was raised, the three didn't find chance or cause to loot any of the bodies or the tent, and simply faded out of the camp in the night, undetected and with a certain grace.
At the Orc camp, the warlords and generals were pleased. The three were given meager rewards in the likes of Regals, though otherwise, they didn't come leave Daendroc completely empty handed.
Players Involved:
Trent Thorpe @trent_rouls
Bobinot Feyrnith @BittaBoBittoBa
Clint McCallister @Drake_968
Performed Rolls:
Trent Thorpe and company had arrived to the Orc camp during a time of certain need. Offering their services to the collected Orcish leadership, the group was tasked with information gathering, namely of possible war plans and stratagem. Ever the optimist and prideful lion, Trent Thorpe eagerly accepted on behalf of his group and by next sunrise, the group was off to the Elven camps. The journey was pleasant enough, of course. The trio enjoyed the eerily quiet and absent no-man's land between the two camps, stargazing at night and indulging in a campfire song or two.
Two days later, the group made it to the outskirts of the Elven camp undetected and heroically confident in their mission. It was decided that Trent would investigate the camps, dressed as an Elven camp woman. With a makeshift wig and a convenient dress to match, Trent sashayed into the camps largely undisturbed and perhaps curiously admired. Conveniently enough, one of Trent's, or rather, Trentina's admirers happened to be an Elven officer, or so he swaggered and bragged himself to be in chatting Trentina up. A few strategic drinks later, Trentina was able to effectively milk some information from the officer. The man-turned-Elf-lady returned to his party and reported the information -- however, legitimate maps and papers necessary for the Orcish overlords would have to be retrieved through ways sly seduction simply couldn't manage.
And so, come dusk the party slipped into the camp, skirting through most of the forest of tents with careful intrigue, mostly orchestrated by the finesse of Clint McCallister. However, as the party approached the officer's tent, Trentina's wig flew away on the whim of an inconvenient gust of wind, thereby exposing Trentina to be Trent. If the entire plot wasn't evident then, perhaps half the men of the camp would weep in dismay.
Some of the nearby guards threw themselves to the group. Clint was the first to draw, brandishing a practical shortsword to fend off against the initial brutal onslaught of the enraged, perhaps almost semi cuckolded guard. Trent and Bobinot, meanwhile, had to tussle with their own two guards. Given Bobinot was unarmed and Trent was forced to haphazardly face his foe in an elegant dress, the otherwise comical scene seemed perilous at first, Trent slashing and evading the guards' advance while Bobinot was forced to clumsily dodge and scurry off to the side. One of the guards tore themselves from Trent, chasing after Bobinot next. It would be Clint's ease in cutting down his designated guard that'd save the juggernaut force that was descending madly unto Trent. With Trent's tactful evasions and irritating jabs, Clint took the final kill. Meanwhile, Bobinot was still struggling with the third guard, the poor Elf bumbling about in a pathetic heap on the floor, barely escaping any lasting cuts or scrapes. However, as Bobinot eventually found himself backed against a delipidated wall, the guard's last championing stab cut short by the grace of Trent's simply clubbing the guard over the head. In all honesty, Bobinot was perhaps a second away from being savagely decapitated.
Without even a second to catch their breath, the trio conceded to press on into the officer's tent, the clamor and racket of the fight they just had drowned away in the common rabble and noise of the army camp. The bodies were left where they were, unlooted and exposed wantonly to the night sky.
The trio slid into the tent, Trent at the head in his beautiful, flowing silks, Clint with a hardened look of determination, and Bobinot, simply happy to be alive. Of course, the officer was in residence and was as shocked as expected -- perhaps he sought to marry the elusive Trentina one day. But sadly, such a dream was dashed away with the glint and glitter of steel as swords were unsheathed and commands barked. Immediately, the trio were descended upon by two guards, along with the officer himself. The officer, perhaps in a mad fit of love long lost, went after Trent first, tears of a happy future with a beautiful wife and children at the zenith of a reborn empire flowing across his highborn cheeks.Sloppy slash met with petty parry, and Trent expertly navigated back a few steps to allow room for Clint and his shortsword, and Bobinot, preparing to conjure his banshee-esque bat fiend. While Trent was dealing with the enraged officer, the other two guards saw better use of their skill and expertise against the plainly armed Clint, the pair charging the man to the floor. In the haphazard and wholly sloppy encounter, the guards and Clint were tangled in a mess of petty punches and grappling for throats and knives. Bobinot, in the droll eye of the storm, so to speak, summoned Athena. The bat gave out an ear-piercing screech, distracting the officer that was still engaging Trent. It was in that decisive moment that Trent struck the final blow, his blade finding purpose in the officer's heart. Clint and how attackers, however, were still in a terrible tangle of taunts, punches, and brutal attack. While Athena went to wildly scratch and nip at one guard, Trent sent a downward plunge of his blade into the other's back. With one down, and the other being hounded by this seemingly ghost-like apparition of a bat, Clint took his chance and barreled the man on his back, retrieving a knife strapped into one of his boots and decisively slitting the man's throat. They were victorious.
Clint and Trent suffered decent scratches and bruises, while Bobinot boasted rather clean skin and a doughy smile. The trio quickly searched the tent, retrieving some maps and essential plans for the Orc camp. In their rush to leave the camp before the alarm was raised, the three didn't find chance or cause to loot any of the bodies or the tent, and simply faded out of the camp in the night, undetected and with a certain grace.
At the Orc camp, the warlords and generals were pleased. The three were given meager rewards in the likes of Regals, though otherwise, they didn't come leave Daendroc completely empty handed.
Players Involved:
Trent Thorpe @trent_rouls
Bobinot Feyrnith @BittaBoBittoBa
Clint McCallister @Drake_968
Performed Rolls:
STAGE ONE
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Trent: +40
Result = 60 v 40
Reuslt roll: 36 = SUCCESS
PROGRESS TO STAGE TWO
STAGE TWO
Quantity roll: 55 = 8 Enemies
Quality roll: 4 = 2 Quality
Quantity calc 3-8=-5*2=-10
Quality calc -2
= 38 v 62
Trent +10
Bobinot -10
Clint +50
Scouting Bonus +30
Total +80
= 118 v -18 = INSTASUCCESS
Wounded rolls:
Loot rolls(intelligence):
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Trent +20
Bebinot -10
Clint +10
Total +20 = 40 v 60
Result roll: 66 = FAIL
PROGRESS TO STAGE THREE
STAGE THREE
Quantity roll: 97 = 26 Enemies
Quality roll: 18 = 2 Quality
Quantity calc 3-26=-23*2=-46
Quality calc -2
= 2 v 98
Trent +10
Bobinot -10
Clint +50
Scouting Bonus +30
Total +80
= 82 v 18
Result: 23 = SUCCESS
Wounded rolls:
Loot rolls(intelligence):
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Trent +20
Bebinot -10
Clint +10
Total +20 = 40 v 60
Result roll: 44 = FAIL
= Quest Success, no loot, Trent and Clint have several scratches/bruises each
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Trent: +40
Result = 60 v 40
Reuslt roll: 36 = SUCCESS
PROGRESS TO STAGE TWO
STAGE TWO
Quantity roll: 55 = 8 Enemies
Quality roll: 4 = 2 Quality
Quantity calc 3-8=-5*2=-10
Quality calc -2
= 38 v 62
Trent +10
Bobinot -10
Clint +50
Scouting Bonus +30
Total +80
= 118 v -18 = INSTASUCCESS
Wounded rolls:
- Trent 15= 37 = Below Average
- Bebinot 15= 18 = Way Below Average
- Clint 15= 32 = Way Below Average
Loot rolls(intelligence):
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Trent +20
Bebinot -10
Clint +10
Total +20 = 40 v 60
Result roll: 66 = FAIL
PROGRESS TO STAGE THREE
STAGE THREE
Quantity roll: 97 = 26 Enemies
Quality roll: 18 = 2 Quality
Quantity calc 3-26=-23*2=-46
Quality calc -2
= 2 v 98
Trent +10
Bobinot -10
Clint +50
Scouting Bonus +30
Total +80
= 82 v 18
Result: 23 = SUCCESS
Wounded rolls:
- Trent 15= 14 = Several Scratches/Bruises
- Bebinot 15= 66 = Above Average
- Clint 15= 15 = Several Scratches/Bruises
Loot rolls(intelligence):
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Trent +20
Bebinot -10
Clint +10
Total +20 = 40 v 60
Result roll: 44 = FAIL
= Quest Success, no loot, Trent and Clint have several scratches/bruises each
