Vial of cloudy potion
Ring (Gnarly)
Ring (Skwanky)
Cat's Eye Crystal
Amulet of Anu (in the Jewelery stash)
Identifying items cost 100gp (starting) and one week of research by magician.
Vinny can do the researching for no cost if he likes but it still will take a week per item + an INT roll.
Of course you can always just try on, drink, smoke, whatever.
If I'm missing anything, let me know.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Last Expedition's Haul
A very lucrative foray below the tower of Zenopus. Besides killing some mammoth monsters you dragged out quite a bit of treasure! Here's the totals for the entire expedition (last two sessions). Besides hauling up a nice couch, table & iron stand with gold sphere cage you got:
15,000 cp
5,000 sp
2500 ep
1250 gp
750 pp
Plate +1 (Adessa)
Chain +1 (human)
Leather +1 (Tibag)
+1 shield
+2 Shield (Adessa)
+2 Short Sword (Skwanky?)
+2 Long Sword
+1 Battle Axe
+1 Mace (Adessa)
Gloves of Ogre-power (Adessa)
1 Ring (Gnarly)
1 Giant Cat's Eye Crystal Sphere
Gems & Jewelry
Gems:
6 @ 1000 gp
3@ 750 gp
4@ 500gp
2@250gp
5@100gp
5@75gp
6@50gp
6@25gp
2@10gp
12,095 gp
Jewelry
diamond tiara 800gp
Large emerald ring 200gp
Gold & Silver with gems headpiece 1500gp
pair of gold nipple rings 50gp
Decorative gold Armlets 600gp
Belly chain 20gp
Broach of aquatic creature 200gp
Amulet of Anu (magical) 1100gp
Silver Celibacy vow ring 20gp
Brooch of emerald beetle 800gp
Giant's cock ring - gold 1000 gp
Necklace 300gp
diamond encrusted nose ring 200gp
pair of silver sandals 400gp
Puzzle ring (magical??? figure the puzzle out) 70gp
ruby hairpin 1000gp
Toe ring 10gp
Black leather and ruby choker 400gp
8670 gp value
For those of you who added their experience last night you get to add the value of the gems and Jewels which I have just figured out. Experience is based on gp value of gems and jewels. So 8670 + 12095 = 20,765 / 8 (PCs) An additional 2,596 experience points handed out.
You guys can divide up the gems and jewelry how you like keeping what you want and selling the rest.
Vinny's experience total is 4,399 xp.
Don't forget your experience bonuses too.
Oh, and the monsters killed were:
1 Purple Worm
1 Saber-tooth Tiger
1 Tiger
1 Lion
1 Panther
1 Mountain Lion
1 Lynx
1 Mushroom-wight
15,000 cp
5,000 sp
2500 ep
1250 gp
750 pp
Plate +1 (Adessa)
Chain +1 (human)
Leather +1 (Tibag)
+1 shield
+2 Shield (Adessa)
+2 Short Sword (Skwanky?)
+2 Long Sword
+1 Battle Axe
+1 Mace (Adessa)
Gloves of Ogre-power (Adessa)
1 Ring (Gnarly)
1 Giant Cat's Eye Crystal Sphere
Gems & Jewelry
Gems:
6 @ 1000 gp
3@ 750 gp
4@ 500gp
2@250gp
5@100gp
5@75gp
6@50gp
6@25gp
2@10gp
12,095 gp
Jewelry
diamond tiara 800gp
Large emerald ring 200gp
Gold & Silver with gems headpiece 1500gp
pair of gold nipple rings 50gp
Decorative gold Armlets 600gp
Belly chain 20gp
Broach of aquatic creature 200gp
Amulet of Anu (magical) 1100gp
Silver Celibacy vow ring 20gp
Brooch of emerald beetle 800gp
Giant's cock ring - gold 1000 gp
Necklace 300gp
diamond encrusted nose ring 200gp
pair of silver sandals 400gp
Puzzle ring (magical??? figure the puzzle out) 70gp
ruby hairpin 1000gp
Toe ring 10gp
Black leather and ruby choker 400gp
8670 gp value
For those of you who added their experience last night you get to add the value of the gems and Jewels which I have just figured out. Experience is based on gp value of gems and jewels. So 8670 + 12095 = 20,765 / 8 (PCs) An additional 2,596 experience points handed out.
You guys can divide up the gems and jewelry how you like keeping what you want and selling the rest.
Vinny's experience total is 4,399 xp.
Don't forget your experience bonuses too.
Oh, and the monsters killed were:
1 Purple Worm
1 Saber-tooth Tiger
1 Tiger
1 Lion
1 Panther
1 Mountain Lion
1 Lynx
1 Mushroom-wight
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Gedleesmote Memorial Cart
Friday, January 14, 2011
An extended cut of "A Night at The Cloven Hoof"
Perhaps something like the following happens one night...
"The four happily sip at their mugs as the belly-dancer's hip shake to the hypnotic rhythms of the south played by her dark skinned companion.
They turn their attention to a sulking brute of a viking sitting at the bar pondering the bottom of his tankard of brew as the burly man explodes
"Cursed Mummies!"
and slams his meaty fist onto the bar, making all the tankards jump and slop a portion of their contents onto the bar, all save for his own.
As many of those at the bar move to safer seating the door slowly creaks open and a tall slender man in purple swirling colored robes worn over a set of sinister looking black plate mail moves cautiously into the taverns hoppy, meat smoked filled depths. The man's glassy eyes roll over those inside and fix upon the sullen northman and moves steadily towards him. With a firm slap to the back he pipes
"Hail Viking!"
as a cloud of Lotus smoke bellows forth.
"How is it we came to be within the same dream? Hmm, friend Wolfheir? Perhpas we are spirit brothers or we have shared Lotus born of the same seed?"
Wolfheir snarls
"Fool Cleric! We're both awake. At the Cloven Hoof!"
The Holy man of Morpheus looks about awkwardly for a moment.
"Aye. You speak truth brother Wolfheir. Let me fill your tankard friend. I know you are still upset with me over the Mummy Rot. While it can be fatal sometimes the best thing is just to forget it ever happened and it just clears up on its own, I shouldn't have reminded you."
The Viking glared at him
"Aye! You think! Those Mithra bandits took me for 800 gold! You owe me!"
he accused with a finger to the face.
"Hmm perhaps..."
Televon said stroking his chin mechanically.
"I shall make good of it, brave Wolfheir."
Televon spun around to face the bar keep, then to Jesse the barmaid, then back to the bar keep and abruptly raised a finger
"BARKEEP! A keg of your most best yet cheapest ale! For LORD MORPHEUS! Requires a baccanal this night!"
and with that the cleric turns to the patrons of the Cloven Hoof
"Hear me Oh dreamers of Caladan! I, Televon humble servant of Lord Morpheus call you! This night I shall share with all, a secret of my cloister. An intoxicant of Lord Morpheus' own devising! Only sent to his most faithful! This night shall we sup upon it and revel in his gossamer embrace! Lord Morpheus' Moon Milk! Chasen thee to the Dreamer's Den at the Moon Tower!!!"
and with that he turns abruptly once more to the viking.
"Brave Wolfheir, please accept my invitation to this most fine of keggers out at the Moon Tower. The druid and I would like to unveil our latest endeavor: Lotus laced Honey Mead! Tis sure to be popular."
and with that he slaps Wolf on the back and spins and strides off kilter out into the night. The viking sighed heavily and looked back to his tankard.
"Fool cleric. Damn Mummies."
from outside he can hear Televon
"Come young Jack. That Keg isn't going to haul itself back to the Moon Tower! Lift with your legs Boy, with your legs!"
and the Viking's scowl held for a moment then broke and a great laugh echoed through the taverns hall.
"The four happily sip at their mugs as the belly-dancer's hip shake to the hypnotic rhythms of the south played by her dark skinned companion.
They turn their attention to a sulking brute of a viking sitting at the bar pondering the bottom of his tankard of brew as the burly man explodes
"Cursed Mummies!"
and slams his meaty fist onto the bar, making all the tankards jump and slop a portion of their contents onto the bar, all save for his own.
As many of those at the bar move to safer seating the door slowly creaks open and a tall slender man in purple swirling colored robes worn over a set of sinister looking black plate mail moves cautiously into the taverns hoppy, meat smoked filled depths. The man's glassy eyes roll over those inside and fix upon the sullen northman and moves steadily towards him. With a firm slap to the back he pipes
"Hail Viking!"
as a cloud of Lotus smoke bellows forth.
"How is it we came to be within the same dream? Hmm, friend Wolfheir? Perhpas we are spirit brothers or we have shared Lotus born of the same seed?"
Wolfheir snarls
"Fool Cleric! We're both awake. At the Cloven Hoof!"
The Holy man of Morpheus looks about awkwardly for a moment.
"Aye. You speak truth brother Wolfheir. Let me fill your tankard friend. I know you are still upset with me over the Mummy Rot. While it can be fatal sometimes the best thing is just to forget it ever happened and it just clears up on its own, I shouldn't have reminded you."
The Viking glared at him
"Aye! You think! Those Mithra bandits took me for 800 gold! You owe me!"
he accused with a finger to the face.
"Hmm perhaps..."
Televon said stroking his chin mechanically.
"I shall make good of it, brave Wolfheir."
Televon spun around to face the bar keep, then to Jesse the barmaid, then back to the bar keep and abruptly raised a finger
"BARKEEP! A keg of your most best yet cheapest ale! For LORD MORPHEUS! Requires a baccanal this night!"
and with that the cleric turns to the patrons of the Cloven Hoof
"Hear me Oh dreamers of Caladan! I, Televon humble servant of Lord Morpheus call you! This night I shall share with all, a secret of my cloister. An intoxicant of Lord Morpheus' own devising! Only sent to his most faithful! This night shall we sup upon it and revel in his gossamer embrace! Lord Morpheus' Moon Milk! Chasen thee to the Dreamer's Den at the Moon Tower!!!"
and with that he turns abruptly once more to the viking.
"Brave Wolfheir, please accept my invitation to this most fine of keggers out at the Moon Tower. The druid and I would like to unveil our latest endeavor: Lotus laced Honey Mead! Tis sure to be popular."
and with that he slaps Wolf on the back and spins and strides off kilter out into the night. The viking sighed heavily and looked back to his tankard.
"Fool cleric. Damn Mummies."
from outside he can hear Televon
"Come young Jack. That Keg isn't going to haul itself back to the Moon Tower! Lift with your legs Boy, with your legs!"
and the Viking's scowl held for a moment then broke and a great laugh echoed through the taverns hall.
Keeping Wolf's ears open...
I sit at my usual stool at the bar.
Drowning my sorrow of paying 800gp to heal that ferocious mummy rot.
I will burn every mummy like thing I see..
Lot's of talk I hear in the Cloven Hoof.
We might be in for some trouble if the town thinks we are causing problems.
I think the barge would have been a better idea. I like the water.
Drowning my sorrow of paying 800gp to heal that ferocious mummy rot.
I will burn every mummy like thing I see..
Lot's of talk I hear in the Cloven Hoof.
We might be in for some trouble if the town thinks we are causing problems.
I think the barge would have been a better idea. I like the water.
Previous 4 Week Expenses
Construction of the Moon Tower: 1500gp
Henchmen & Hirelings
3 Guards at 10gp/week each: 120gp
Profia: 2pg/day: 56gp
Food & Rations (5 NPCs, 8PCs)
Working Class Meals: (5% sickness/week)(your choice)
Common Meals:(your choice)
Henchmen & Hirelings
3 Guards at 10gp/week each: 120gp
Profia: 2pg/day: 56gp
Food & Rations (5 NPCs, 8PCs)
Working Class Meals: (5% sickness/week)(your choice)
- Average = 21sp/week/person
- Good 7gp/week/person
Common Meals:(your choice)
- Average: 35sp/week/person
- Good 15gp/week/person
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Architects Rendering of 'The Moon Tower'
One Night At The Cloven Hoof
The dancing girl made her way around the tables picking up a few silver coins from various onlookers and barflies.
In one corner of the tavern were gathered together some of the dock workers chatting over their ale.
"So's I hear that ol' Zenopus' tower 'as a new residents." Says one.
"Aye, 'des call 'demselves Arvin's Avengers." Says the other finishing up his flagon.
"Arvin's Avengers? 'ho's Arvin?" a third says.
"Dunno," says the first. "Musta been a friend o'theirs an' 'des avengin' 'im. 'Dems dat group o' mercenaries wots been sneakin' around that blasted tower."
"Dats dem?" says the second.
"Aye", replies the first.
"Down on the docks we's 'eard that they's been in-n-out o'the basements o'dat tower. Pulling up gold and things they are, so's I 'ear." adds a fourth waving down Jesse the barmaid.
"Gold ya say?" questions the first. "An we's 'ere workin' our fingers ta th' bones on th' docks fer a bunch o'greedy merchants! Wot's th' (merchant) Guild says 'bout dem?"
"Not a word." replies the fourth.
"Wot! Dems not paying no taxes?" the first says.
"Mayhaps 'des workin' fer da' guild?" the second chimes in.
"Dunno." says the fourth as Jesse steps up with their ale. "Hey, las, wot knows you on dem folks up at the tower?"
"They's regulars 'ere. Matter o'fact, they just hired three o'me customers just the other day. Hired them as Men-at-arms they did. The coin was good too from wot I 'eard." Taking the few coins handed to her, Jesse walks away. "Theys callin' it the Moon Tower."
"Th' Moon Tower?" says the third. "Wots a Moon-tower".
"I heard des' got wit 'dem some wizard, you know, dat skinny guy wot walks wit a limp".
"Well, no good can come of it, I says" says the second.
"But des' bringin' up gold." says the fourth slightly distracted as the dancing girl approaches.
"Aye...'dat...they are..."says the first as he tosses a copper at the scantily clad performer.
The four happily sip at their mugs as the belly-dancer's hip shake to the hypnotic rhythms of the south played by her dark skinned companion.
In one corner of the tavern were gathered together some of the dock workers chatting over their ale.
"So's I hear that ol' Zenopus' tower 'as a new residents." Says one.
"Aye, 'des call 'demselves Arvin's Avengers." Says the other finishing up his flagon.
"Arvin's Avengers? 'ho's Arvin?" a third says.
"Dunno," says the first. "Musta been a friend o'theirs an' 'des avengin' 'im. 'Dems dat group o' mercenaries wots been sneakin' around that blasted tower."
"Dats dem?" says the second.
"Aye", replies the first.
"Down on the docks we's 'eard that they's been in-n-out o'the basements o'dat tower. Pulling up gold and things they are, so's I 'ear." adds a fourth waving down Jesse the barmaid.
"Gold ya say?" questions the first. "An we's 'ere workin' our fingers ta th' bones on th' docks fer a bunch o'greedy merchants! Wot's th' (merchant) Guild says 'bout dem?"
"Not a word." replies the fourth.
"Wot! Dems not paying no taxes?" the first says.
"Mayhaps 'des workin' fer da' guild?" the second chimes in.
"Dunno." says the fourth as Jesse steps up with their ale. "Hey, las, wot knows you on dem folks up at the tower?"
"They's regulars 'ere. Matter o'fact, they just hired three o'me customers just the other day. Hired them as Men-at-arms they did. The coin was good too from wot I 'eard." Taking the few coins handed to her, Jesse walks away. "Theys callin' it the Moon Tower."
"Th' Moon Tower?" says the third. "Wots a Moon-tower".
"I heard des' got wit 'dem some wizard, you know, dat skinny guy wot walks wit a limp".
"Well, no good can come of it, I says" says the second.
"But des' bringin' up gold." says the fourth slightly distracted as the dancing girl approaches.
"Aye...'dat...they are..."says the first as he tosses a copper at the scantily clad performer.
The four happily sip at their mugs as the belly-dancer's hip shake to the hypnotic rhythms of the south played by her dark skinned companion.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Vinny: Bachelor Pad
My comrades-in-arms have decided to take over the tower. We've hired dozens of carpenters (without even getting an estimate from the contractor—foolish!) and begun furnishing a new floor. I'm to be given a section of the basement as a sort of apprentice's lab. I appreciate the gesture, but I can't help lamenting the move for a different reason. This "Moon Tower" should instead be known as the "Blue Moon Tower," since it's bound to be a blue moon before we get any ladies in the damned place, and that means blue... well, other things.
Talk about your bachelor pads! The spiders are the size of my fist. We'll be burning sage for a month before we make a dent in the musty smell (especially in my basement) and I don't know how we'll ever get the bloodstains out of the floor. Now I understand why that evil wizard spent so much on rugs. I wonder if this is his revenge? That's the worst part about death-curses. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Talk about your bachelor pads! The spiders are the size of my fist. We'll be burning sage for a month before we make a dent in the musty smell (especially in my basement) and I don't know how we'll ever get the bloodstains out of the floor. Now I understand why that evil wizard spent so much on rugs. I wonder if this is his revenge? That's the worst part about death-curses. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Building of the Moon-Tower
Here's the current map of the tower and it's levels.
I'll get the totals for the construction and the time frame for completion of the top level.
I'll also post a map of the 1st basement level of the dungeon as it is 'currently' cleaned out and fully mapped.
I'll get the totals for the construction and the time frame for completion of the top level.
I'll also post a map of the 1st basement level of the dungeon as it is 'currently' cleaned out and fully mapped.
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