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Book One: The Scouring of Gate Pass | Act Three: Escaping The City


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Anne Half-Orc Sorcererspacer.png


AC: 12 | HP: 17/20 | HD: 3/3d6 | Initiative: +2 | PP: 13 | Finder's Magic: 1/1 | Font of Magic: 1/3 | Spell Slots: 1st 3/4 2nd 0/2 | DM Inspiration: 1/1


The sounds she had been making did little to distract the thugs that tailed them, and upon hearing the conversation with Iymbryl, she understood why. Anne narrowed her eyes, hoping to see more of details on the two that came forward, but anger flared and hid the information she needed. Though she heard what she needed to hear. They were seeking out spellcasters. The attacks had stopped...rumors had been whispered. Ragesia had gained a foothold in her home.

"You're looking in the wrong place, as my friend here said. Olvyn left our group...to be with more like him."  Her best guess was that they were looking for her and her father. Anne grimaced, more reminders that people wished her ill for being who she was.


Mechanics

Main Hand: Empty
Off Hand: Empty


Action: prestidigitation, repeated
Bonus Action: none
Move: downstairs, not with the party
Manipulate: Your one free object interaction goes here.

 

Bookkeeping

Full Statblock

Anne
Half-Orc Aberrant Mind Sorcerer 3


Str 12 Dex 14 Con 14 Int 8 Wis 12 Cha 16

HP 18/20 HD 3d6/3d6 AC 12 Speed 30 ft


Passive Perception 13 Initiative +2

Languages Common, Elvish & Goblin
Background Untamed Youth

Dagger +4 attack, 1d4+2 piercing


Proficiency +2 Saving Throws Constitution & Charisma
Skills Acrobatics, Intimidation, Perception* & Persuasion
Tools Painter's Tools
Instruments None
Weapons Daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows
Armor None

Features Darkvision*Hunter's IntuitionFinder's MagicSpells of the MarkSpellcastingOrigin: Aberrant MindTelepathic SpeechFont of Magic (3)Metamagic: Careful & Empowered

Equipment

Assets: 84 gp


Carried/Worn Total for Pack

o Light Crossbow
o Quiver w/20 bolts
o Common Clothes
o 2 Daggers
o Staff (Arcane Focus)
o Shealis' Component Pouch

Dungeoneer's Pack
o Painter's Supplies
Toiletries
o Paint pots

 

Spell Casting

Spell Save DC: 13
Spell Attack Mod: +5
Spells Known: 4+2+2+1
Spell Slots: 1st 3/4 2nd 0/2


Cantrips

Acid Splash

Infestation

Mage Hand

Mind Sliver

Prestidigitation

 

1st Level

Arms of Haddar

Dissonant Whispers

Faerie Fire

Ice Knife

 

2nd Level

Calm Emotions

Detect Thoughts

Locate Object (1 free use)

Shatter

Web

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Perception
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1d20+3 10
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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/cc/f5/19ccf52461370b5a820a83760ba0a075.jpg


AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1

The guard Captain pursed his lips in dismay as he listened to the pair. His eyes watched them intently as the others spoke, trying to gauge their reactions to the group. The more they spoke the more his suspicions were confirmed.

"Your...investigation?" Iymbryl could feel something burning in the pit of his stomach with each word the men spoke. The idea that whomever these men worked for they would impersonate the people responsible for the safety and wellbeing of the city disgusted him. He analyzed their words. As someone who had spent a lifetime being very deliberate with their own, it wasn't hard for him to see how they had avoided lying.

"I've no doubt you know who I am. But your memory seems as short as your wits, privates. Is that how you address a senior officer? I don't give a damn about what you SAY your orders are. Show me your writ. You know, the one signed by at least someone of sufficient rank that you'd have the gall to stop me."

His eyes bored into the man speaking with a quiet intensity while he held out a hand for a moment and waited. "No? Should I be surprised then that you haven't even mentioned who gave you these orders? There are many tasks the Guard haven't taken on when the city is in such a situation, but do you think for a damned second I would let you take ANY citizen for ANY reason?"

His voiced lowered, but the dangerous edge didn't relent. "Impersonating a member of the guard is a serious crime in the best of times. Right now, I'm well within my authority to be your judge, jury, and executioner. So chose your next words with even greater care. Because if you attempt to lie to me, or don't give me the answers I want you'll discover the fury of the real Guards of Gate Pass. Who gave your orders and why are you trying to take citizens of MY city unlawfully?"



Mechanics

Main Hand: N/A
Off Hand: Shield


Free: N/A
Manipulate: N/A
Action:  N/A
Move: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Concentration: N/A
 

Spells

Cantrips:
Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows)

1st Level:
Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat

2nd Level:
Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

     

 

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Book One: The Scouring of Gate Pass Act Three: Escaping The City

The man who has been doing most of the talking calls back out to the group, but his confidence seems to be a bit shaken. "Listen here, Captain. I don't need all of you! I just need the mongrel woman, and the other pointy-eared fellow to come over here so we can ask them some questions. I'm just following orders, the REAL question here is what are you doing with magic-using spies?" 

Just as he finishes talking a caravan begins passing behind them. It appears to be a prisoner caravan approaching from the west, heading for the central district. A dozen soldiers escort a pair of wounded and bound orc soldiers wearing the uniform of Ragesian infantry; scale mail, a red tabard with a half-crescent fireball on the chest, and a heavy winter coat of bear furs. One of the orcs glances at the party through his one good eye, the other half of his face scarred from an old burn wound. As the convoy marches by, the guards become subdued. One half-heartedly congratulates the soldiers and gets spit upon by the one-eyed orc for his trouble. He angrily wipes the spit from his face, and the group looks back at the party, still expecting you to comply with demands.

 

 

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AC: 18 | HP: 24/24 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 10 |Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 | Concentration: None | Notes


Bronn eyed these supposed guardsmen, not budging even the slightest as the leader demanded they turn over their own. It wasn't happening, not while this dwarf was around. He guessed his initial impression was right, that these were mere thugs, and the way they acted all squirrely as a bunch of real guards passed by told confirmed it in his mind. He'd spit on a few guards himself, and there weren't any he could recall that took so lightly to the insult. Still, a fight with these clowns was a waste of resources, and he didn't want anyone in that caravan stopping either.

"You deaf? The Captain here is the one asks the questions. He outranks you, so get goin' and mebbe we won't flag down that wagon and have them throw you in back too for disobeying a superior."

Of course, there was always the possibility he was wrong. But he guessed they'd know either way soon enough. A third possibility dawned on him, that these might be bounty hunters of the same ilk that had been after them at the Poisoned Apple, but by his guess those were professional soldiers. This lot seemed amateur in comparison.

Mechanics

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Main Hand: Jeweler's Pick
Off Hand: Shield

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Action:
Bonus Action: None
Move: None
Manipulate: None

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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/cc/f5/19ccf52461370b5a820a83760ba0a075.jpg


AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1

Iymbryl stares at the pretend guards for a moment, impressed they have doubled down on what most obviously must be lies. At Bronn's comment, the guard Captain's lips curl up into a dark grin. "I want you to know: for insulting a dear friend of mine, I was fully prepared to run you through. However, my companion makes an excellent point, and has just reminded me there are fates far worse than death."

The guard Captain turns toward the caravan moving past and raises a hand. "EXCUSE ME, SIRS! I AM IYMBRYL, GUARD CAPTAIN!" Seeing he had at least some of the passing soldier's attention, he continued. "I've been tasked with escorting some civilians and seem to have run afoul of a group impersonating city guard. I suspect them to be in league with Ragesia. I don't suppose you'd be willing to add a few spies to your wagon, would you?"

The Elven Captain straightened somewhat as his intense stare fell back on the men. "Whatever hole they toss you in, whatever torture they use to find out who you really are and why you're trying to abduct OUR city's citizens, I hope it haunts you for the rest of your miserable lives..."



Mechanics

Main Hand: N/A
Off Hand: Shield


Free: N/A
Manipulate: N/A
Action:  N/A
Move: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Concentration: N/A
 

Spells

Cantrips:
Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows)

1st Level:
Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat

2nd Level:
Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

     

 

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AC: 12 | HP: 17/20 | HD: 3/3d6 | Initiative: +2 | PP: 13 | Finder's Magic: 1/1 | Font of Magic: 1/3 | Spell Slots: 1st 3/4 2nd 0/2 | DM Inspiration: 1/1


Mongrel.

Anne had heard them all. Pignose, moldskin, bastard, mudspawn, mule, half-breed... and many more. But they were usually heard while she was alone, walking on the street, sitting at a bar. They were taunts by those moving past her, not truly wanting to engage, just hoping that calling a girl names would make them stronger. She had learned to ignore them in public. She didn't take the names personally.

But she was always alone.

Now, over the last few days, these slurs were directed at her while with others who were a part of her life. A fire in her chest burst with anger, but before she could react her companions spoke, threatened, stood guard against the ignorant, protecting herself and Belfyr. Anne's cheeks flushed with a different emotion, one she rarely acknowledged as it was far more dangerous than any other. She glanced at the half-elf beside her and stepped backward as embarrassment began to claim her.


Mechanics

Main Hand: Empty
Off Hand: Empty


Action: prestidigitation, repeated
Bonus Action: none
Move: downstairs, not with the party
Manipulate: Your one free object interaction goes here.

 

Bookkeeping

Full Statblock

Anne
Half-Orc Aberrant Mind Sorcerer 3


Str 12 Dex 14 Con 14 Int 8 Wis 12 Cha 16

HP 18/20 HD 3d6/3d6 AC 12 Speed 30 ft


Passive Perception 13 Initiative +2

Languages Common, Elvish & Goblin
Background Untamed Youth

Dagger +4 attack, 1d4+2 piercing


Proficiency +2 Saving Throws Constitution & Charisma
Skills Acrobatics, Intimidation, Perception* & Persuasion
Tools Painter's Tools
Instruments None
Weapons Daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows
Armor None

Features Darkvision*Hunter's IntuitionFinder's MagicSpells of the MarkSpellcastingOrigin: Aberrant MindTelepathic SpeechFont of Magic (3)Metamagic: Careful & Empowered

Equipment

Assets: 84 gp


Carried/Worn Total for Pack

o Light Crossbow
o Quiver w/20 bolts
o Common Clothes
o 2 Daggers
o Staff (Arcane Focus)
o Shealis' Component Pouch

Dungeoneer's Pack
o Painter's Supplies
Toiletries
o Paint pots

 

Spell Casting

Spell Save DC: 13
Spell Attack Mod: +5
Spells Known: 4+2+2+1
Spell Slots: 1st 3/4 2nd 0/2


Cantrips

Acid Splash

Infestation

Mage Hand

Mind Sliver

Prestidigitation

 

1st Level

Arms of Haddar

Dissonant Whispers

Faerie Fire

Ice Knife

 

2nd Level

Calm Emotions

Detect Thoughts

Locate Object (1 free use)

Shatter

Web

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spacer.pngBronn the Salvor (Mountain Dwarf Artificer)


AC: 18 | HP: 24/24 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 10 |Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 | Concentration: None | Notes


As Iymbryll called out to the caravan guards, Bronn resisted mightily the urge to put a hand to his head in disgust. He wanted to scare these thugs off without having to fight them or slow their escape from the city. They had a mission, and getting it done sooner was better. Involve guards in anything and it was liable to get messy, and he hated mess. Still, there wasn't much to do for it now except back the play so he just kept his eyes on the foe and looked as imperturbable as ever.

Likewise, he resisted the urge to glance the Captain's way as he threatened these fools with torture and imprisonment for the forseeable future. I mean, he was all for getting this lot out of here but that seemed a bit harsh. Then again, Iymbryll had surprised him once or twice with a depth of venom he hadn't thought was in the fastidious elf. Hard to pull off, especially in this peacock getup he'd got on now, but he seemed to be managing it just fine.

It'll be okay. Sure it will. Best to be ready in case things to go shite though.

Mechanics

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Main Hand: Jeweler's Pick
Off Hand: Shield

___________________________________________________

Action:
Bonus Action: None
Move: None
Manipulate: None

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