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[MrRoboto75]

Allright I'm sorry.  I'll try to play it more corectly.

I'll folly wherever the party goes.

[CJ1145]

Been barred from computer, now back.

"Don't care either way, the captain offers smaller reward, but friends in the guard good to have. Nobles much more crafty, and they always smell strange. Can't trust them."

[Criptfeind]

"Well I shall acutest to your requests, to the guard captain we go."

And with that our heroes made up there minds and set out to find the guard captain and embark on their first adventure!

[Grek]

You all make your way to the Police. The Captain is busy. They have you speak to Deputy Norbag.


"What do you lot want? You trying to report a crime or somethin'?"

[Psyco Jelly]

I'm assuming you haven't really started yet, so here is my character.

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Ignacius "Mud" Everpick
Lawful Neutral

Male Halfling Rogue 1

Height: 3'2"
Weight: 32 lb
Languages: Common, Halfling, Dwarven

Physical Description: Tall for a halfling, but gangly. Ruddy skin and rust-colored eyes covered by a pair of spectacles. His hair is a very dark brown, cut short and slicked. He wears boiled leather under a beige jacked. He wears a sash with a number of pouches filled with bits and trinkets that will likely never be useful.

STR   10   +0
DEX   16   +3
CON   8   -1
INT   13   +1
WIS   12   +1
CHA   15   +2

HP: 5
Speed: 20 feet
Initiative: +7 (+3 Dex, Improved initiative)

Armor class: 17 (+3 Dex, +3 Armor, +1 Size)
Touch: 14
Flat-Footed: 14

Saves:
   Fort: +0   (0 base, -1 CON, +1 Racial)
   Ref: +6      (2 base, +3 DEX, +1 Racial)
   Will: +2   (0 base, +1 WIS, +1 Racial)

Base Attack Bonus: +0
Melee Attack: +1 (+1 Size)
Ranged Attack: +4 (+3 DEX, +1 Size)

Weapons:
   Spear (+1 Melee, 1d6 damage, x3 critical)
   Hand Crossbow (+4 Melee, 1d3 damage, 19-20/x2 critical)
   30 bolts

Sneak Attak: 1d6

Feats:
   Improved Initiative

Skills:
   Bluff                                    +6    4 ranks
   Climb                                   +6    4 ranks
   Diplomacy                             +6    4 ranks
   Disable Device                       +7    4 ranks
   Hide                                    +10   4 ranks
   Pick Locks                            +7     4 ranks
   Move Silently                        +9     4 ranks
   Sense Motive                        +4     4 ranks
   Sleight of Hand                      +9     4 ranks
   Listen                                  +3     0 ranks

(Others are by governing ability)

Encumberance:

Light load < 25 lb
Medium load < 50 lb
Heavy Load < 75 pounds

Equipment - 23.5 lb

125 GP and 1 SP

Spear                             3 lb
Hand Crossbow                1 lb
 30 bolts                         1.5 lb
Studded Leather               10 lb
Explorer's Outfit                2 lb
10 day's trail rations          2.5 lb
Theives' tools                   1 lb
Backpack                        .5 lb
Waterskin                        1 lb
Bedroll                            1.25 lb

I will type up a background tomorrow.

[Criptfeind]

((OOC) Ya, a rouge.)

"No, he heard there was a bounty on a thief's head and we were interested, so we came to ask if there was any information on him.

He stole a bag of gems, do you have another info on him?"

Also my spell I have prepared are:

Spoiler: Level 0 (click to show/hide)

3+1(specialization)=4
Detect Magic
Acid splash (2)
Touch of fatigue

Spoiler: Level 1 (click to show/hide)

1+1(int)+1(specialization)=3
Mage Armor
Color Spray
Ray of Enfeeblement

[Grek]

"Roight. Care to make a donation to the Policegoblin's guild first? 10 gold apeice'd be reeal generous of ya."

You notice a jar labeled "bribes" on his desk.

[Criptfeind]

Man, ten gold pieces? The going rate is two, damn greedy guards.

"Why of course, we all need to support the guards, with out you their would be chaos!"

I slip ten GP into the bribe jar.

"Now about that thief...?"

The slanted but without quotations are my thoughts by the way.

[MrRoboto75]

[quietly pays the donation fee of 10 gold.]

[Grek]

Alriighty, lads, here's what we know. 'Es a great big bugbear, about eight feet tall. We dun't know where hes holed up, but you ought to check down near the mushroom farms. We get allotta crime around there. Iffin you manage to catch him, you'll be getting a good and proper bounty.

((PS. Psyco Jelly is in as soon as he gets his background done.))

[Criptfeind]

"Thank you sir."

Walks outside.

"Well I think we should swing by our camp and pick up Ignacius than go see the mushroom farms."

(we should probably wait for Ignacius before we get ourselves in trouble.

Edit: what time is it?)

[Grek]

(Nobody knows. You're on the Elemental Plane of Earth. There isn't day or night, as there isn't a sun or anything in orbit around anything else. The fort has a clock with 60 numbers on it. None of you speak goblin, but the big hand seems to have moved one number over.)

[MrRoboto75]

(Day and night is a more subjective matter.  Presumably, when everybody is active is "day" while when everybody is sleeping is "night."  So, is everyone active or asleep?)

[Criptfeind]

(Although true to some extent, who knows how a society that never had a day night cycle would work? Perhaps they take naps whenever they are tired and there is always around 2/3 awake at any given moment. But on the other hand if these hobgoblins originated on the prime (assuming it has a day night cycle) than they may have a day night cycle as a habit, depending on how long their society has lived here and how much they interact with the prime/other planes that have a day night cycle.)

[Grek]

Important campaign notes on the Hobgoblin Hacienda of Kahn Jiun Kiluago:

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The hacienda is ruled by a family of Hobgoblin aristocrats and knight-conquistadors on behalf of the Dao Khanate. The current leader is the elderly Khan Jiun Kiluago, distant decendant of the Khaness Jita Kiluago who claimed the lands from the Azer in the name of the Dao Khans about 500 Prime years ago. She was rewarded with goverership of the lands and her family has lived there ever since.

The hacienda is a slave-holding plantation. The slaves of the hobgoblins toil endlessly under the watch of the burning glare of the ensorcelled fire elementals left over from the days of the Azer and the equally cruel glare of their goblinoid overseers. There they toil, year after year, farming mushrooms, lichen and tending to colonies of giant ambrosia beetles for the dinner tables of their hobgoblin masters. The current population of the haciendia is about 300 free hobgoblins, 1000 slaves and 200 or so mercenaries, traders and other non-goblins who are staying as temporary guests of the local Kahnate.

The hacienda is build around a 50 billion ton chuck of lead. The Khan's estates are underneath the surface of this pile of lead and are rumoured to be extremely lavish. The only entrance to this underground palace is through the Fort, a huge castle of lead jutting out of the side of the leaden core of the hacienda. Housed within are the Knights of the Leaden Tower, the order founded by Jita Kiluago after her conquest of the Azer tunnels. There are exactly 50 knights in the order, in honor of the 50 original followers of Khaness Jita.

Beyond the fortress is the city proper, crafted from thin sheets of lead. Natives of the city live in regular shifts, meaning that there is always some portion of the population asleep and some portion working at all hours. Despite the constant activity, the whole city is eerily quiet due to the inherently silent nature of most goblins. It is, however, brightly colored (as to stand out in the dim light), with all sorts of cloth and silks dyed brightly. Loud colors, but few loud noises is the rule here.

Foreign merchants and mercenaries live in a tent city on the outside of the walls, as to keep from waking people trying to sleep and generally only go in as far as the marketplace. Anyone caught being too noisy in a resididential district will be arrested for disturbing the peace. The mercenary camps themselves are rough, noisy and rude places full of gambling, drinking, knife-fights and questionable morality.

Hobgoblin is commonly spoken, but most of the traders and people who have to deal with non-goblins can speak understandable, if accented common. They have a 60 hour clock and 60 numbers in their number system, taken from the geneie. Some of the more educated goblins speak Terran or other planar languages. There are, occasionally, ousiders from beyond Earth who drop in, so having guides around that can translate for them is often useful.