Wait, the dude had four kills? FOUR? Tale:
He did sing his helpful songs.Sorophyx:
We resurrected him twice so he could kill FOUR critters for us?
Now, now. Rosbjerg was just beginning to get mage spells, you know. Why, he already had burning hands! Sorophyx:
Well, that could kill Tale in one go. Still only has 8 HP.
Indeed. Now, regretfully, we must move on - but we surely cannot survive with 4 members. It's time to recruit some new Obsidianites for our cause!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Human Male, Cleric; Human Male with Blue Skin, Paladin; enter stage left. Sit on leftmost table.Paladin:
I don't know about this. I mean, you're clearly an evil person, and I shouldn't be consorting with your like.Cleric:
Now, now. Good and evil are such artificial labels, don't you think? Paladin:
Well, no, considering my Detect Evil badge cries tears of blood whenever I see you. It say's you're.... More Lawful Evil Than Herve Cain.Cleric:
Hey, hey. No need to go that far. Besides, you're the one that came to me, remember? You need my help!Paladin:
Well... that's true. But can you help me?Cleric:
Listen, Nepenthe. Back in the day they called me the slick-grease boy-toy of the Sword Coast. You got problems getting a girl, you come to me.Paladin:
That doesn't sound very flattering.Cleric:
Oh, it was.
Gentlemen. You look like you have character levels. Can I interest you in an adventuring job? High risk, unpredictable pay?Paladin:
Oh, I'm sorry. I would, but I really have other priorities at the moment-Cleric:
Wait, hang on. Nep, this is a great opportunity for you! Adventurers get all the hanky-panky!Paladin:
Is that the street slang for hand-holding?Cleric:
Dude. Trust me. You're gonna love hanky-panky.Oner:
Listen, if you guys are in, you better say so now, because with every passing second I'm starting to regret ever talking to you freaks.Paladin:
I'll tag along, too. It's never too late for H-P.Oner:
Alright. Well, let me get your names...
Deraldin the Cleric was indeed the slick-grease boy-toy of the Sword Coast back in the day. He's now middle-aged and mildly alcoholic, but he's still got it. He is fairly respected as a Priest of Talos, given his penchant for suing former lovers for psychological damage and winning. Sorophyx:
I wholeheartedly support his membership in our party.
Nepenthe the Paladin isn't particularly bright, and he's pretty blue all over, but he has a fairly prominent bulge in his trouser pocket that makes people stand up and take notice. I forgot to take a screenie initially, so this is him at level 2.Oner:
And so armed, the Obsidianites set out once again. Our objective is first to do a little exploring, get a few quests done, and beef up our levels - we at least need third level spells if we're going to take on the bandit camp. First, we head towards the High Hedge for some shopping, but run into some bandits. They immediatley prove a challenge; after all, our newest members are still Level 1...
Oh boy. Deraldin uses his innate Lightning Bolt ability, but it doesn't take out the bowman in time, and Oner suffers his second death. It's difficult because he's a barbarian and can't wear good armour, but has to take point - it should get better once Nepenthe and Deraldin can share the burden.
At High Hedge we invest in some consumables to give us the edge for the next few battles. We spend half our gold on first a potion of explosions (essentially a one-time fireball), and three potions of Mirroring Eyes. You know what that means. (Or don't.)
We also clean up some business in Beregost. If you remember, this is the Unfinished Business addition where we can look further into the iron crisis. But we need some samples of the poison, too, it seems - I forget if we were supposed to grab them in the Nashkel mines. We'll see.
E-boy no longer seems quite so concerned with hiding his identity.