Graettin's Wake [Pathfinder]

[Sillycomic]

The OOC

http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=170701


The small city of Reavin had seen better days. It had been a booming mining town around twenty years ago, but the vein of ore that had been found in the surrounding mountains dried up. Since then the town could do little try and raise itself up to the money and prosperity that it once saw.

Today, the town had a sadness for a different reason though. Today happened to be the wake for the local resident wizard, Graettin. He had died two weeks earlier because of, unknown circumstances. That is all the local clerics would say about the matter. The word murder was on everyone's lips though.

Graettin had passed away over three week ago, but the local clerics knew he had friends all over the land, so they waited on the wake until all of his friends could arrive. The wake was being held outside in the graveyard, just over Graettin's grave, his coffin above it, waiting for the events to finish before it would be slowly lowered to the ground.

It looked like adventurers from every part of the country showed up. People in sandals and snow boots, people in robes and thick armor that shook the ground as they walked, people with sharpened blades and well used bows. Every different kind of person one could imagine seemed to have some connection to this wizard, and wanted to say their goodbyes.


There were some people of note in this large crowd. To a keen eye passing over the crowd these people would seem... if not out of place perhaps simply noteworthy.

A young boy no more than 14 years old, in dark wizards robes in the front. He looks solemn, but he keeps trying to sneak glances up at everyone in the crowd from time to time.

Two gnomes who are identical. They are talking to themselves, and occasionally a chuckle or a sob can be heard from them.

The mayor of Reavin is here along with his wife and two small children. None of them seem particularly sad, in fact the children are fidgety and keep asking if they can go and play in the graveyard.

A dwarf who tried his best to clean the coal from his beard, but it is still noticeable. He fidgets and keeps his head pointed directly at his very expensive shows.

There is a man in the back with a dark cloak. No one can see his face, but whenever he moves, one can catch a glance at his sword on his hilt. It looks sharp, deadly, and as if it were made precisely for him.

Elona, the cleric of Iomedae, gets up in front of the crowd and begins to speak. He shares Graettin's life and where he lived. Speaks kindly of his studies, and how much he helped the town. Spoke of a time for healing and letting go, but sharing a friend's good memories. he speaks as if he too were a kind friend to this man.

"Now," Elona says as he wraps up his sermon, "Is there anyone here who would like to share a few words? Anything at all, a story or maybe some advice Graettin once gave you. Anyone may speak their peace."

The cleric sits down, and people in the crowd begin to look at each other.

[Darius]

Jax Male half-orc in full plate

A half-orc clad in resplendent full plate stands near the back of the assemblage and watches those in attendance. His huge greataxe is nearly as tall as a man and is strapped to his back. A strange scar-like mark covers the left side of his face and eye. Not knowing what to say, nor feeling it is his place to say anything, he remains quiet.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

A male human with shoulder length dark auburn hair and deep grey eyes. He looks as if just recently arrived from the road, his garments are of that of a veteran traveler, certainly worn, but not completely unkempt either. He wears his armor, well fashioned full plate, although some evidence of combat clearly can be seen upon it. Across his shoulders, fastened by a chain, drapes a large black fur cloak of some unknown creature. A pommel of a greatsword juts out off of his right shoulder, resting comfortably on the man's back.

As he slowly lumbers up to the gathering of people attending Graettin's wake, his eyes are cast slightly downward, as if his mind is in some deep reflection of the past... or of deep thoughts... or perhaps a visage not dissimilar to that of guilt. Every so often, during the course of the ceremony, he will look up into the faces of the other folk that have been connected to the wizard in some way as well. In his gloved hands, he seems to be fidgeting absently with some small object.


The emotions of guilt are genuine on Shar's face, as he feels that he wished he could have been there for Graettin more so...or perhaps even been there to perhaps protect him, if foul play seems fairly obvious. He is no fool however, and certainly takes in the scene around him carefully, even as he mourns his friend's death. He remains silent through the coarse of the ceremony, and when Elona finishes the eulogy, Shar will meet the cleric's gaze and nod a simple, yet heartfelt thanks.

The object in his hands is that of the his favorite scrimshaw pipe Graettin made for him, many years ago, and Shar intends to rest that in the wizard's hand or if not able, the crook of the wizards elbow, to send with him on his way to the afterlife.

*** Quick question: Is it here, in the "spoilers" that I ask questions for just you and me to see? Or does everyone see this?

[Walter]

Vaiska entered the graveyard and made her way to the odd assemblage of folk that were attending Graettin's funeral. She slips into the back of the crowd and casually works her way to the front, standing above his coffin. She is undoubtedly human although much of her fair skin is covered in a dark dress, hands gloved in black and face obscured by a veil. A wide brimmed hat is pulled onto her hair, the luscious crimson locks trailing down her back, vibrant streaks of red against her mourning garb. Regardless of her attire, it is clear that she is a strikingly attractive woman, although she isn't dressed to draw attention.

She seems to be speaking something to herself, under her breath, as if reminding herself of what she once knew. From her purse she draws a rose and lets it fall onto the casket. As she turns to dip back into the crowd, you catch the telltale bulge of a knife or two underneath her skirt, just below the hip. She may have been crying before, but now she stands quietly as the rest, hands folded politely in front of her.

"Goodbye, friend."

When she first got into town, Vaiska found relatively inexpensive accommodation for the next few days, and purchased herself something to wear for the wake. She's removed her armor and carries only her spring-sheathed blades hidden on her arms and a pair of daggers on her thigh. Although acting like a lady is out of place for her, in this situation she understands its importance, and will play the part she was raised to play.

OOC: I payed 10 gold for the hotel and the dress, assuming that's enough

[Salbazier]

Elenna Starward stood in silence among the among the crowd. Her pointed ears, bright azure eyes, and eloquent looks clearly mark her as an elf. Her face shows a solemn expression. On hear is a headband of silver links. Her clothing consists of a blue-white tunic and black trousers with a pair of gloves covering her hands.

She listens attentively to cleric's words, but her senses remain of aware of the people surrounding her. Memories play through her mind. Image and voices of Graettin. She remembers how his appearance changed as he aged. Becoming stronger and wiser as years gone by, but never less kind. Another kind of thought exists but it remained unformed into neither words or image even in her mind. It persisted, yet it remained on the back of her mind for now she is focused on the wake.

When Elona called for someone, she walked toward Graettin's grave. For a short moment, she just stood still looking at the mound.

How?

She turns toward the crowd. Her eyes scan them briefly. Some faces are familiar from her previous visits, some are not.

"Graettin," she begins to speak. Her voice is soft and solemn, yet it is clearly heard by everyone present. "Without doubt is a great person."

Truly you are.

"For each of us, his deeds and words has left a unique meaning."

Is there some people for whom you meant nothing but ill? Possibly. In this strange world, even your seemingly unending kindness can bring ire.

"For myself, he was a source of inspiration. It was him who taught me that there are inexhaustible things to learn in this world and how there are many ways to see things so that you may always find another meaning of it"

What meaning your death may have?

"And then, he was a friend to me. In the truest sense of that word."

She stops for moment before continuing, "The time I had known him was short, according to my people's reckoning."

How I wish there is more.

"Yet, many precious things I have gained from it. I shall remember those times ever."

One good thing of this long life is that I'll be able to preserve memories of my friends longer.

Her sight falls again at the grave. "Rest well, dear friend"

Because you know me. Whatever has happened, I will find the truth of it and make sure to take care of it for you. That's why, rest well. For there will be nothing here you need to worry about.

Inwardly, she smiles as if facing the old wizard. Looking at the grave where he now rest forever, she feels she can imagine him smiling back at her.

Finished, she returns to where she stands before, to wait till the whole ceremony finished.

Eh, I hope the format is fine:smalltongue:

Because it always good to pay attention in a mystery story:

Versatile performace: perform (oratory) check in place of sense motive on the crowd
[roll0]

Perception check for anything unusual:
[roll1]

Knowledge local check to see if Elenna knows something of the mentioned personae:
[roll2]

Plus, Perform (oratory) on the speech.In the honor of Graettin and just because.
[roll3] EDIT: should have put plus+8 on the roll

Since Elenna supposedly has been in Reavin since a day or two before, she should already have a room in an inn. I'll cut 20 GP for upfront payment of a week of a good room and meals.

[beyond reality]

Neb is nervous, he moves cautiously among the forest of legs, keeping a suspicious eye and a safe distance from the two badgertalkers. He's dressed simply in his cloak and boots, with his axes tucked respectfully in his belt, he's wearing a formal head-dress of squirrel fur.

Neb is uncertain what to do, he's never been to a funeral for these large people before and he's not sure why everyone is so quiet. In his tribe funerals involve drinking large amounts of ooozqu (a beverage of fermented forest mushrooms), wild yodeling, and launching a vicious raid on whatever tribe was responsible for the deceased's death (or on trees, rocks or the ground if the death was by natural causes or if the tribe drank too much ooozqu). However, the last time Neb tried any of his yodeling he was banished from town for a month and he didn't have any idea who to attack!

Cautiously Neb approaches the podium, finding it too tall he simply shimmies his way up and stands on top of it.

"Uhm....hello big folks." Neb waves, "Neb is called Neb, and Graettin was a good friend. He tried to help Neb and did much kindness for me. Neb knows he is hard to be around, Neb's tribe brothers always say 'you horrible person Neb, go away an stop doing that thing to the dog.', they only keep Neb around because Neb is so tall and mighty. But here everyone is big but Graettin doesn't make Neb go away." Neb tears up a bit, and dabs his eyes on a handing squirrel tail, "Neb is sorry Graettin is gone now, but what Neb will always remember about him is how tall he was."

With that Neb hops off the podium, and scurries back into the audience, silently vowing to go into the woods later, yodel and attack a tree for Graettin.

[Sillycomic]

Everyone is moved by Elenna’s speech. A few other people stand up and say something. It is not as elegant or moving as the bard’s words, but they all come from the heart and everyone tries to hold back tears as they speak.

The man in the black robes at the back gets up and walks towards town.

The mayor says nothing, he sits with his family. He is holding his wife as she sobs softly on her husband’s shoulders.

The two gnomes get up and begin to tell a rambling story about Graettin.

They seem to correct each other on details here and there, but the story is pleasant enough. Graettin was, at one time, a treasure hunter. He met the two gnomes deep underground, and they all decided to follow a treasure map. Unfortunately by the time they got to the treasure, someone had found it already. They only found an empty chest and a few scattered ruby fragments on the floor.

Still, it was a grand adventure. And the gnomes never forgot their wizard friend.

Elona then gets up and thanks everyone for attending and sharing. He bows his head for one final prayer. He says there are snacks and drinks inside the temple if people want to stay and share stories. Some people begin to leave, while others linger to say a last goodbye at the coffin, or talk with some friends out here.

“I knew Graettin,” the young boy in wizard’s robes says quietly as he stands up, “He was a mentor, and a good friend of mine. And I know he was murdered. Someone killed him. I don’t know who, I don’t know how, but I know something happened to him. And I will pay a thousand gold to any person who can bring justice to the memory of Graettin! A thousand!”

He seems to scream this last part, shaking in his boots, before he falls back to the bench he was sitting on. Elona goes over to the boy and begins comforting him.  

Vaiska


You notice one of the knights that has shown up has an emblem on his shield that looks very familiar. In your home town this was the crest of one of the noble families. The knight is paying his respects, but he seems to look over at you an awful lot.

Elenna


There are rumors flying around everywhere. Some are wild, such as a dragon killed Graettin or he was part of a secret cult that practiced regular sacrifice. The rumor that keeps repeating over and over though, is the night before Graettin’s body was found he and the mayor of the town were seen having a pretty heated argument.

Your perception shows you that, while there are many stages of grief being displayed throughout the crowd, the mayor seems, if anything, bored by the entire event. Even after your motivational speech.

Oh, and with those rolls, if people weren’t crying before, they are now.

Shar


Since you were with Graettin for so long, you know that, since Reavin’s ore deposits dried up the town has slowly gone down hill. In fact the last few years it has become quite a dangerous place to live in, and even Graettin tried not to go anywhere at night if he couldn’t help it.

One of the factions that grew in this town was a gang of half orcs called the Reds, noticeable from their blood red nose rings that they all wear.

You only remember this piece of information because you can see two of these half orcs with red nose rings in the crowd now, plus two more looking on the funeral with great interest about a hundred feet away.

You may not have been with Graettin until the very end, but even you know he never knew anyone from this group, or did any business with them.

Jax


Right before the funeral, one of the acolytes for the local church recognizes your holy symbol. He comes up to you and begins talking, and when he finds out you are here for the funeral, his voice gets low and he looks around nervous to see if anyone else is listening.

He tells you he was with Elona when he examined the body after it was found. There were no marks on it at all. Elona thought it might be magic that killed Graettin, and when he detected magic he did find there was faint necromancy coming from the body. Elona and the rest of the temple know that the wizard was murdered.

You can ask him more questions, but he doesn’t know anything else… and he looks around even more nervous until he walks away from you as fast as he can. You don’t get a chance to talk to Elona as the funeral is about to start. So that’s where you are now.

Neb


Since you were with Graettin close to his death, you would know for the past couple of months he’s been acting a bit off. He hadn’t slept as much, and spent most of his time down in his laboratory. Every once in a while he would go off with no explanation and come back two days later just to do more experiments.

You thought, but weren’t sure, that he had taken on an apprentice. Graettin took great pains to make sure no one knew about the young boy that he was training. You figured it out though, and you also know that he is here at the funeral. He is in the front, the 14 year old in wizard’s robes who just had an emotional breakdown asking for people to find the murderer.

[Walter]

Keeping her hat down, Vaiska moves toward Elona and the still fuming boy. She nods as Elona notices her approach, and Vaiska pauses in front of the pair of grievers. She extends a gloved hand, "I am so sorry," the sorrow on her face is genuine. She takes a knee, so as to be looking up at the apprentice, and speaks directly to him, not as an adult would to a child, but as someone wholly capable of bringing a swift end to those responsible. "Tell me now, why do you think Graettin was murdered?"

Vaiska takes note of the knight, being sure to keep her face away from him at all times. She is planning on tailing him when he leaves the graveyard and finding out where he is staying. She'll be ditching her fine clothes at the soonest possible instant and retrieving her equipment from the hotel. If he does in fact know who she is, she'll be on the run shortly, and doesn't want to worry about leaving things behind.

[Sillycomic]

“He said he would be,” The young boy’s eyes well up with tears. Elona is right beside him, holding his hand. It takes a few moments for the boy's breathing to get back to normal before he can speak again.

“He was researching something in his tower. I don’t know, I wasn’t allowed into his laboratory. He said he needed to be careful. They were after him. He would never say anything else about it though, even when I kept asking. The night before he died he was very exciting. He had found something, and locked himself up in his laboratory. He wouldn’t even come down for dinner.

"The next morning they found him outside in the woods, completely naked without a mark on his body.”

Elona nodded his head. From what he knew of the story, that was all true.

“They won’t let me into his tower to investigate. They say I’m just a little kid who should let it go, but I won’t. I can’t. I have money… please… if you can help in any way, I will make sure you will get paid for your troubles.”

Vaiska
At the moment the knight is sitting where he was. It seems easier to watch you now that you are next to the crying boy.

The group has mostly gone into the temple for the rest of the wake. The only people left outside are the boy in robes, a couple of half orcs, a knight with a crest on his shield, Elona and the rest of you.

[Salbazier]

Elenna approaches the group comforting the boy. "Please, calm down." She says to the boy, "My name is Elenna Starward. I would help you if you allow it. I too wish to find out about his death Then she adress the priest "Sir, since yesterday I have heard weird rumours about the cause of Graettin's death. Could you spare some time to explain about what truly happened?"

[Darius]

Jax

Jax listens to the bard's eulogy and his heart stirs. If only I had known about Graettin sooner, he muses to himself. Then when the lad speaks up about murder, Jax snaps to attention.

The half-orc's armor gives away his approach to the group around the boy. When an opportunity to speak presents itself, he speaks in a bellowing voice, "The murderer of Graettin Greatwizard shall be found, young one. Jax of Erastil shall repay the debt owed."

[Sillycomic]

Both the cleric Elona and the young boy in wizard's robes look up at the group of adventurers surrounding them. It looked as though perhaps Graettin's death may yet be avenged.

The boy gave a slow smile and wiped away some tears.

"I'll answer any questions you have."

Elona sat next to the boy and nodded at the rest of the group.

"I do recall a few rumors being spread around myself. Not sure how much I know, but if you ask I will try to get an answer for you. I hope you can find what happened and put this whole thing to rest."

[Salbazier]

"You are Graettin's latest apprentice? May I know your name ?" Elenna asks the boy. After receiving answer she says to the priest "Is there anything you can add to his story? Like, how did his body found and by whom? How was the condition of his body?"

[beyond reality]

Neb clambers onto a bench next to the boy so he's merely eye-to-chest of most everyone around, "Murder you say, murder is no good at all. Graettin should have let Neb know, and Neb would have removed the knees from anyone responsible. Now Neb will find them and take all their joints!" Neb pats the boy's shoulder uncertainly (seeing someone taller than him weeping is new and uncomfortable), "Neb could not save Graettin but Neb will avenge him and protect what he left. You can be Neb's apprentice now, Neb does not know magic but Neb can show you how to kill two birds using another bird. Then you have three birds."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar waits until most of the folks disperse and then moves up to the coffin. His head lowered, he glances at the wizard's face. "Strange, isnt it" Shar absently thinks to himself, "even now, it looks as though you are merely sleeping, my old friend." Shar takes the valued pipe and places it into Graettin's hand, and closes the hand back over the pipe, almost reassuringly. "You will be missed, Old Fox.... I shall never forget you." his voice now but a soft whisper And if these rumors I hear whispered are true, your death shall be avenged, my friend...by Calistra's undying vengeance, I swear!
After a few minutes of standing there by the coffin, Shar eventually composes himself briefly, then turns to hear the conversations between the boy apprentice and the others still remaining.

For ElennaOne person certainly stands out in Shar's mind...the bard Elenna. He had met her some winters ago (perhaps 6?) when he was residing at Graettin's for that brief period in his life. The three of them enjoyed many a night together, each one exchanging some grand tale or another, the laughter and merriment sometimes drifting to near dawn. And her voice, by the gods! It oft times could seem to sing the soul back into a banshee, so stirring and moving it was. Her presence here now is a great comfort.
Shar moves up to the small group gathered around the boy, "Forgive this brief intrusion" Shar says as he faces the bard fully, "Good Lady Elenna, it is truly a boon to see you here in Reavin once again, but alas, amidst dire days.

[Salbazier]

Elenna smiles as he greet Shar back. "Shar, It's really been a while. Indeed, joy and grief oft come together. Fate is strange like that. How do you fare this days?"

[Sillycomic]

The young boy smiles, and even laughs aloud when he hears the halfling want him to be an apprentice.

"I would very much like that. I don't know how to kill birds with anything but magic. It might be good to know how to do it your way."

He enjoys hearing such rough words coming from such a small and friendly person.

"My name is Temon. I was the one who found Graettin. I saw him the morning after the murder when I went out to fetch water for breakfast. He was lying just beyond his tower, completely naked."

Temon thinks about it for a second. He didn't see anything strange around the body. No marks on his person or in the surrounding area.

"I can take you to his tower, but we can't go inside. The mayor had it locked up until they can find a will. Apparently they are having a hard time finding it."

Elona picks up the story, "The boy came into town and I sent my acolytes to pick up the body. It had no marks that I could find. I assumed he was murdered by magical means, and a simple detect magic confirmed my suspicions. There was a faint necromantic aura on the body."

Elona realized it was not much. He had little to go on, and was not any sort of investigator himself. He had too many church obligations to do anything more than preserve the body and wait for friends and family to come.

"That is all I know as well."

Temon nodded, looking back at Neb, "You will avenge him, won't you?"

[Walter]

Vaiska quickly found herself surrounded by strangers, all different, but together united through his death. In her mind, she repeats what she knows of them, as if to remember them better. "The bard from before, Ellena; a fighter of some sort, Shar; a berserking half-squat, Neb; and Jax, a half-orc holy man. All of these people seem to be capable," she looks at each one in detail, gauging their skill. "We may get to the truth of this yet," she tosses a glance at the knight that's been eying her, "if I can loose my tail first."

After Elona finishes, she takes a moment to gather her speech before stepping forward. "Excuse me, I have failed to introduce myself before now. I am Vaiska, and I too knew Graettin as well, if only for a short time," she glances at the boy, "and if what you say about his death is true, then I'll look into it until the end." She turns to address everyone gathered, "Those of you that knew him as I did know that he did not deserve such a despicable fate -- and if you agree with me then we should join forces. If there is a plot to uncover, it's best done together. This tower bears further investigation, and I'd bet that what he was working on recently is connected to his murder. So friends, who is with me?"

Hopefully the people gathered would agree to this partnership, giving Vaiska the distraction she would need to slip away as they left the graveyard. Maybe then she could see what this tin can peeping tom was up to, and give him a piece of her mind. Or her blade.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"Aye, true words Elenna, true indeed", Shar's tone softened so only the immediate gathering can hear,"the battles to the north have been going relatively well, but finances work against us in striking a more telling blow against the Empire. But", Shar smiles warmly as his gaze falls upon Vaiska, "we are yet hopeful." Shar moves to face her fully, "I am Shar, m'lady." his grey eyes sizing her up briefly Tis a bit odd, this one...certainly a lovely to behold...yet there is a strength in there too. Interesting. Step softly with this one, Shar. Heh, you have seen killers with kinder eyes...step softly. "and your words are indeed true. I am with you," his eyes scanning the rest of the gathering before him "and any others who wish to join us in learning the truth of our friends demise...to the very end, by Calistra."

[beyond reality]

"Neb will find those responsible and smite their puny heads! Neb will descend on them like Riki-Tik the great flying squirrel of vengeance himself!" To punctuate his point Neb hurls a throwing axe over the heads of the small crowd, planting it deep into the side of a tree. Immediately regretting losing his axe Neb hurries over to the tree and yanks furiously at the deeply embedded axe, continuing his tirade against the theoretical murderers, "Neb...*grunt*...will smite! *huff* Neb's fury is terrible -hnrgh- to behold!"

Finally pulling the axe free, falling to the ground and scrambling back over to the group, he buffs out his tiny chest and declares "Among Neb's people, Neb is a great hunter!" (Neb was primarily used to flush prey from hiding by sending him screaming in the opposite direction of the actual hunting party) "Show Neb where Graettin was found and Neb will find any signs of nasty-murder-crooks!"

Before rushing off to Graettin's tower Neb's brow furrows and his head aches, a sure sign of a very rare thing indeed...Neb had an idea. "Maybe...maybe someone who knew Graettin might know who would want to murder his nice old head...Lots of people who know Graettin are around here...maybe while Neb is hunting them with his nose and his eyes, someone else could hunt with their words and ears. Neb is no good with questions...everyone looks at him weird." Neb spins and points his finger at the hulking half-orc "You! you look friendly."

[Darius]

Jax

As an outsider among those who seem familiar to each other, Jax continues to watch and listen. He is accustomed to such things when on the hunt. He has found that it is better to remain quiet and thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.

When the talk of the necromantic magic is mentioned again, Jax ponders the implications behind an evil afoot. He watches as Neb demonstrates his hunting skills and is a bit surprised by his comment regarding him as friendly. When he finds his tongue, he understand Neb's request and states, "Neb Axe-hunter wishes to know who would gain from Graettin Greatwizard's death? Did Graettin Greatwizard have enemies?"

[Salbazier]

Elenna can't help not to feel slightly amused by the halfling behavior. Not that she disregard him. He is clearly sincere and even if his act, looks childish that was no sign of incompetence. She took a look again at everyone who gathers there.

Quite an interesting friends you have. Just as always, eh Graettin

"Certainly I will help, as I has said before." On Neb's and Jax's inquiry, she nods. Though the question is really about who can do it than who want to. She remembered the mayor's slightly off demeanor from before.They definitely need to talk with him after this. They need to convince him to lend them the key to the tower after all

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar smiles at the halfling's counsel, and nods in agreement. "Yes, I am in agreement that questions must be asked, little friend...and answered in full." Shar then turns to face the half-orc named Jax, "And knowing who would benefit with Graettin's death will certainly help us stay on the proper path in finding clues to his murder." Shar then glances back towards the small city of Reavin in the distance. "But I must warn you all, the city of Reavin is not what it once was. Since the ore deposits have dried up, Reavin has unfortunately changed, and not for the better. It has grown more and more desperate and dangerous upon every return journey I made when visiting Graettin. I even recall him mentioning one evening on how he would avoid traversing about during the late hours of darkness, as many a'dangerous folk now wander the city in search of an easy mark or prey." He reaches down to adjust a strap on his boot and continues. "In fact," his voice becoming lower "One such group of predators that were growing in power in Reavin were a gang of Half-Orcs known only as the 'Reds', if I recall correctly. And now with saying that” Shar seems thoughtful a moment, “I wonder as to the reason of their presence during Graettin's wake, as the good wizard would never associate with scum such as those. And yet, I espied four of them looking upon the ceremony with particular interest. Perhaps it is another lead we may need alookin' into." Shar then fixes his grey gaze upon Vaiska. "I agree with your sound counsel, m'lady...if there is a plot to uncover...it is truly best done together. And I agree the tower would make an excellent start," Shar then reaches into a leather pouch on his belt and produces a small wad of chewing tobacco, which he promptly places into his mouth. "and if our other boon companions are in similar agreement, I suggest we go there post-haste.” Shar then moves over to his steed Tempest, and untethers her from a nearby pine tree, checking her over quickly before planning on setting out.

[Salbazier]

As Shar is about to leave, Elenna gestures toward him to wait "Do not be so hasty, Shar. There still something I want to ask." She turns back to Elonna to ask "I've also heard from the townsfolk that the Mayor got into some heated arguments with Graettin recently. Do you know what it was about?"

[Salbazier]

Another sense motive check. This time on Elona. Using Perform:Oratory bonus instead because of Versatile Performance

[roll0]

[Walter]

Vaiska's pleased with the turn of events, and how everyone has agreed to investigate this. "Graettin, you would be impressed." As her new companions begin to head out, she comments casually, "I will need to change into something more fitting after I run a quick errand, shall we all meet up at the Sledgehammer in say, 30 minutes? That should give each of us enough time to get any personal affairs in order," she gives a light chuckle and looks over herself, "and change, in my case, before heading out to the tower."

I fabricated the existence of the Sledgehammer, the town's most used bar and a common landmark that everyone should be able to find. I'm thinking it has a heavy mining feel and a majority of Reavin's workers find drink there on a nightly basis.

[Sillycomic]

By this time you are all now alone next to Graettin’s coffin. Temon and Elona are here with you, but that is all. The half orcs have either left or gone inside with the rest of the group. The knight lingered around, listening until he felt like he had heard enough, and then wandered towards the temple as well.

Vaiska

Although, you can still see him outside with a small group, his interest still in your direction.


Elona seems pleased that you are all about to head out and search for clues, but his face completely changes when you speak of the mayor. He grips the young boy’s hand harder than usual, his knuckles going white.

“No…” He says, his tone flat, “I know nothing about that. Mayor Bergen is pretty private with his dealings.”

Elenna

Yeah… he’s lying.

Temon gets up from his seat, “I want to thank you all for taking this on. Believe me when I tell you I am thankful for all of you. Graettin had some pretty amazing friends. I am staying at the Sledgehammer for now. If you need anything, you can find me there. For now, I should go and say thank you to all the other guests who have arrived. If you will excuse me.”

It seems that, after his outrage and breakdown, the young boy looks a lot better now. Perhaps it was just something that needed to get out of his system, and now he can feel somewhat normal again.


The Sledgehammer (thank you for that name… I am horrible with names) is in the better part of town. When Reavin was popular, it used to be the watering hole for the town. Since its demise, most of those who come to the Sledgehammer are merchants wandering through for trade, and adventurers such as yourself.

There is a large wooden sledgehammer rising up from the front of the building, and it is very easy to find.

And even though it’s the most popular tavern in town, even on good nights there usually isn’t more than half a dozen people there at any given time. Even one of the few places that is profitable in this town has seen better days.

The owner of the Sledgehammer is a dwarf with a light scar running down his cheek. He’s pretty gruff until he’s had a few drinks, and then he will share all sorts of random adventuring/mining stories he’s had throughout his long life.

He is a tall dwarf, pushing 5 feet. He has a dark scraggly beard that’s braided, and a balding head. He walks with a bit of a limp.

He was here for the funeral as well, and shed a small tear when Elenna made her speech.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar returns with his steed, and moves back to the group and as he attempts to adjust Tempest's bridle, calls out to Elenna for some quick assistance.

For Elenna, whispered to her in the Elven tongue as he continues adjusting the bridle:
"Forgive my apparent haste, my friend, but that was more for the benefit of our 'audience' than anything else." *Shar turns his head away and spits out a stream of tobacco juice* "I also intend to dig a bit deeper while we have the opportunity. Particularly with the apprentice Temon, who I may confront later when he is alone in the Sledgehammer. Whatever information we can get before exploring the tower will, of course, be useful... and as the Sages often quip..." *Shar smiles and winks* "...forewarned is forearmed."

For SC

My initiative roll as per requested. [roll0]And just curious SC, do you prefer initiative rolls (and other rolls for that matter) more in this thread, but in 'Spoiler', or do you prefer them in the other OOC thread?

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc listens and states, "Jax of Erastil thinks a visit to tower needs to be made before all of town of Reavin knows investigation is afoot. Elona the Cleric was lying about Mayor of Reavin."

[Salbazier]

Elenna nods to Elona's answer but takes mental note on how he is seems to hide something. "Thank you for yor assistance, sir. We will takes our leave now" She gives elvne gesture of goodbye to the cleric and the boy before approaching Shar.

She whispers back to him: It is fine. There is just one thing I want to check first. Mayor Bergen may have some role in this. He act odd earlier and Elona is clearly lying when he said he doesn't know anything.

"Please go to the Sledgehammer first, I will meet you there"

She then goes back to the town walking, en route she decided to drop by at a smith and purchse a pair of additional daggers. She then return to her room at the inn to pick her longbow and quiver. Fully equipped for anything that they may meet, she goes to meet the others at Sledgehammer's common.

[Salbazier]

rolls
1d20+4

EDIT: sorry, I'll repeat below

[Salbazier]

Initiative
[roll0]

[Walter]

As the group heads out of the graveyard, Vaiska breaks off and catches the man's attention with a subtle wave of her hand. Alright then, let's see what his intentions are. She waits for him about fifty feet from the main entrance, by a side road that they could turn down and be out of sight. Her hands check the spring loaded blades on each arm, making sure they're ready for action if needed. As he heads towards her, she seems to recognize him, "Now what would Cellan Vanhosen be doing here?"

[roll0] Sleight of Hand check to keep her concealed blades more ... concealed?

[beyond reality]

Neb, not having any equipment other than what he carries on his back and belt heads to the tower first to try and find any signs of his prey before the others show up and start clomping around.


This will just be rolling survival to find any tracks, if Neb doesn't find anything he'll start over but by then the others will probably have arrived and anyone who can use Aid Another or Inspire Competence can definitely help out.

[roll0]

also, Neb's Initiative roll
[roll1]

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar nods and rides off on Tempest into town. He first stops off at city's stables to see if the usual stable hand is there, and will leave the usual additional incentive (1 gold) to make sure extra attention is given to Tempest. "He had a rough past few days of riding, Titch" Shar looks about casually, as he reaches into a pocket in the edge of his cloak and continues "make sure he's well taken care of, and you shall profit from it." As Shar subtly slips the gold piece into the young man's palm, he nods a quick farewell and walks on over to the 'Sledgehammer'.

On his way over to the tavern, Shar will make a point to stop over at the town's market to briefly peruse some wares. This is just for show...he is really looking to see if any folks seem to be following him. He will even try using a less traveled road perhaps Worm's Way when he leaves the market to get to the ‘Sledgehammer’ in an attempt to make it more difficult for a 'tail' to follow unobserved.Perception Roll [roll0](+plus any other modifier for 'using the road less travelled'~heh)

[Sillycomic]

Jax

Everyone seems to go different directions. It is up to you who you want to go with. If it’s Neb, you can read his spoiler. If you want to wait at the Sledgehammer, read Shar’s spoiler.

Neb


North of town you go through the familiar road that takes you to the Wizard’s tower. This road used to go up to the mines in some of the mountains further north, but since the mining has all but gone in this town it is now rarely used.

A path cuts from the main road into a beautiful garden. Graettin loved to occupy himself with many things, and having a nice garden was one of them. You search through some of the rose bushes and petunia plants, but don’t spot anything out of the ordinary.

There are fresh tracks on the path though. This is odd. It has been 3 weeks since the wizard passed away, and if the apprentice is living in town, there should be no fresh tracks at all. You soon see the problem though.

After you pass through the garden there is a small clearing that leads up to Graettin’s wizard tower. Here you can see there are two city watch guards sitting next to the door. One has a crossbow and the other a short sword. You recognize both of them.

Edgar and Belinda, both human. They are not the smartest of watch guards, and usually get the worst of guarding duties. In fact, as you emerge from the garden you notice that Belinda is sleeping softly and Edgar seems to be preoccupied with a butterfly.

Edgar finally does see you though, “Halt… who goes there?”

He raises up the crossbow, sees that there’s no bolt in it and then frantically scrambles back up the hill to where his quiver is. He hits Belinda in the arm to wake her up.

Belinda falls over her chair, looking down at you, and tries to get her short sword out of her scabbard, but it gets stuck on something. Although, after a few seconds she stops as she stands up.

“Oh… it’s Neb!”

Edgar finds his quiver, but drops it as soon as he heard the name, “Neb? Wow. Good to see you back here… although, sorry it’s under such bad circumstances. It was a shock to us all when they found the wizard.”

You also see that on the wooden door of the wizard’s tower there is a very large lock.

“We’re in charge of making sure no one gets inside of Graettin’s tower and starts stealing stuff. Mayor put us here as a special assignment. Although I don’t know why… ain’t been no one up except us for weeks.”

That is odd though. The fresh tracks you found showed a lot more than just two people.

“What can we do for you Neb?”


Vaiska


The knight notices you right away. He walks forward towards you as soon as you wave to him. You see that his full plate that he wears has never seen a battle. It’s also been recently cleaned and shines very brightly.

Cellan is a tall gangly man, but it’s hard to tell in the armor he’s wearing. He has curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that look bored half of the time.
There is a longsword at his side and a shield which he half carries and half drags. It doesn’t look like he’s very proficient in either of them.

“It’s been a long time Vaiska. You know your parents are worried about you.”

He was trying to make small talk, but the way he wiggles his nose when he speaks about your parents makes it fairly obvious of what he thinks of you and what you did.

“It took quite a bit of money to track you down. I’m happy to see we finally get to meet. I was hoping we weren’t going to have this conversation at some lowly tavern with commoners walking all over the place.”

This is a man who rarely, if ever, sees commoners.

“So… what do I need to do to bring you back home with me? Is it money? I brought a lot with me… you can pay off your gambling debts or whatever it is you’ve been doing with these people and we can be on our way.”


Elenna


Your trip to the smith is uneventful. There is a short dwarf covered in soot that smiles and shows you his collection. The daggers he has on display look simple but effective.

You arrive back at the Sledgehammer. There are only two people in the common area, a middle aged woman who is drinking what looks like beer, and the dark robed stranger you remember from the funeral. He is sitting by the fire smoking from a pipe.

The dwarf owner from behind the bar asks if you want anything to drink.

Shar arrives here a little after you do.


Shar



On your way through the market place you do think you notice a half orc with a red nose ring. You spot him several times, enough to make you think you are being followed.

By the time you leave the market and take the road less traveled, you do not see him anymore. It’s up to you if you think he’s just really clever at following you, or it was just your imagination about the whole thing.

You arrive back at the Sledgehammer. There are three people in the common area, a middle aged woman who is drinking what looks like beer, and the dark robed stranger you remember from the funeral. He is sitting by the fire
smoking from a pipe.

Shar is also here in the common room.

The dwarf owner from behind the bar asks if you want anything to drink.

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc follows Neb. Though small in stature, it is evident to the half-orc that this one has the heart twice the size of a man and the penchant for being dangerprone. He doesn't intrude, and keeps a safe distance. Jax doesn't hide his intentions, either.

He remains in the garden for some time, enjoying the lush flowers. The sound of alarm from the guard brings him around quickly. Keeping low, he moves ahead and surveys the scene in case Neb needs assistance.

[beyond reality]

Neb

"Ho big folks," Neb wanders over. "Neb is here for justice! Neb is glad to see Edgar and Belinda, because Neb knows they are good pals of Justice and of Neb! Edgar, Belinda and Neb! Together we shall stand and face the evil killers, dark wizards and the huge monsters with big pointy teeth who no doubt lie in wait all around." Neb hoots and tosses one axe in the air, catching it and waving his arms in anticipation, "Even Neb would be scared, but not with good chums Belinda and Edgar to stand by his side against the pointy fangs of evil! But for now, Neb is going over there. Looking for clues. Let Neb know if you see anything big and pointy." Following this, Neb will casually continue searching about for any further clues.


[roll0] for survival just in case, although I assume Neb is more than likely to be sidetracked by the NPCs before he gets enough time to search.

[Salbazier]

Elenna responds to bar owner by asking for some spiced wine,if there's any.

As she took a seat in a corner she sees Shar enetering the common room. She waves a hand to him. "Welcome. Now, we just have to wait to Vaiska."

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Jax



Belinda smiles a very friendly but spacey smile. She never understood half of the things that Neb said, but the things she did hear seemed pleasant enough. She hoped that they found whatever it was they were looking for.

"Big and pointy?" Edgar had a confused look wash over his face, "You mean like a bunch of half orcs?"

Belinda gave him a cross look.

Edgar shrugged, "What? I didn't wake you cause our orders were to protect the tower... they weren't interested in the tower. They just wanted to know where the wizard died."

Edgar motioned for everyone to follow him. He took them around to the back of the tower. Here there is a small clearing that ends in a hedge. This hedge has one clear cut trail opening up into a meadow. Anyone who has lived here with Graettin knows that on the other side of this meadow is a babbling brook that the wizard used for water.

"They found his body in that meadow somewhere. I told the orcs that and they rushed over. There were 5 of them, I think. They arrived about ten minutes before you did."

Now that Edgar thought about it, maybe he shouldn't have told the half orcs where the wizard was found.

From where you are standing you can see one half orc just behind the hedges. He appears to be searching for something. You can also hear muffled voices.

The voices are in orc. Neb, they sound like guttural gibberish to you.

Jax

The best you can hear are bits and phrases:

"... keep searching..."
"get rid of..."
"... nothing left to..."
"He'll want to know..."


You guys are about 80 feet away from the meadow and the half orc that you can barely see. He has not noticed you yet.

What do you do?



Elenna

The dwarf behind the counter makes a growling sound in his throat and begins searching through his inventory. After the klinking and moving of many bottles, he brings out a small jug with the word SPICE written in charcoal across the front.

"Knew I had it somewhere," He smiles as he pours it out.

A young barmaid wipes a tired lock of hair away from her face as she comes over to your table and sets down your mug of spiced wine.

[Walter]

This what Cellan and the others had never understood, it was never a question of money, and it was a question of trying to find what made her happy. It was clear she wouldn’t need to kill him; she’d just need to convince him to leave her in peace.

She smiles kindly at him, “Oh Cellan,” she rubs her hand along his arm, before taking it away. They weren’t like that, not anymore.

“I can’t go back Cellan, not now, not ever. There’s no debt, there’s no money owed; I am free now, and I’m never going back. I am sorry that you had to spend so much to track me down, but that should make it clear that I did not want to be found. If you truly have a large sum of coin, I'd advise you to take it with you and go -- Reavin is no place for you.”

She takes a step back, motioning for him to clear her path, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a murder to solve.”

[Sillycomic]

Vaiska

The touch seems to affect Cellan, and the hardened exterior he was trying to keep up melts away, but only for a second. He stiffens, as if a cold wind came up from behind him as he turns to walk away.

"I'm not leaving this town without you. I'm staying at the Sledgehammer. I do hope you come to your senses."

He pauses for a second, wanting to say something more. Instead he simple steps aside and lets you pass.

[Walter]

As Cellan walks away, Vaiska lets herself sink momentarily into her memory, to the one summer night they shared. "No, that isn't my life anymore." Cellan fades into the distance behind her as she walks back into town.

She slips into her hotel and hurriedly changes her clothes, tossing the dress into a mess in the corner. It reminds her of an earlier time, where she was forced to wear such finery on a daily basis. She hates that dress now. After tightening the last buckles on her boots and armor, she grabs her sword belt from the table and heads out.

Vaiska enters the Sledgehammer through the main door. She's changed from the mourning garb to something far better suited to the task at hand. A pair of elegantly crafted swords hang off her hips, a dagger sheathed on each boot and another across her chest. Over her mobile, form-fitted leaf armor (tinted brown), she wears a dark brown over coat. Covering her long, full, red hair is a wide brimmed black hat, often pulled down to hide her face, as it was before in the graveyard.

She walks up to her companions that have already gathered. "Hello again, were you waiting long?"

Vaiska is now equipped with everything on her character sheet as normal.

[Darius]

Jax

Not liking what the guards had said and equally concerned about the snippets of conversations he can hear from the half-orcs, Jax tries to be as stealthy as he can in his armor as he approaches the half-orcs using the cover of the foliage.

ooc:

[roll0]

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

The warrior walks into the Sledghammer and lets his eyes adjust a moment in the doorway before striding in. By the gods, some things in life change Shar thinks to himself as he soaks in the familiar bar, finally smiling as his eyes come to rest on the barkeep…ole' Terran, and some things do not As Shar moves towards the dwarf, he quickly notices Elenna off at a table in the corner. He nods to her as he turns his attention back to the dwarf."Well met "old dwarf". Shar places a couple of gold pieces on the bar "I'll have the autumn stout and whatever drinks my companions wish upon their arrival." As he turns to leave, he quickly adds "It is a boon to see you are doing well and in good health, my old friend" Shar moves to the corner table and joins Elenna, sitting so he has a decent view of the entrance. When the young barmaid comes over with a large stein filled with rich autumn stout, Shar briefly smiles in gratitude to her, and sups a bit at the ale. Mmmm he thinks absently as he wipes his mouth from some of the ale's foam still as good as ever

Shar talks to Elenna to catch up a bit since they were last together, until they both notice Vaiska enter and approach them. "Nay Vaiska...our time was well spent. Have you seen where the others are, perchance?"

[Salbazier]

Elenna graciously thanks the owner for his trouble and hands him a gold piece for the wine.

Seeing Shar's fond expression as he sips his wine bring smile to Elenna's face "Ah yes, you are fond of the ale here."

"For Three years," Elenna says while her hands plays with her cup "I went to the far east and a lot of things here changed already" She sips on her wine. It is not the best taste, but it have its own unique and strong fragrant. Her times in far east has made her more appreciative to the taste of strong spices."How quick this world changes..., I've always known about it, how your kind lives and changes so fast, but perhaps only lately I begin to understand how it truly feels."

Her expression turns into another smile, but this time it feels as if tinted with a bit sadness "Hmm, it seems I've finally gain some of The Forlorn's melancholy" She took another sip of the wine.

Elenna continue to talk with Shar for some time, telling him of the wonder and strangeness of the eastern lands.

[Salbazier]

"It should not take too long for them to arrive here. Perhaps they decided to wait on the tower instead? The halfling looks really excited earlier"

[Sillycomic]

@ The Sledgehammer

The middle aged woman drinking a pint in the corner has found some company and retires upstairs.

This leaves you all alone with the dwarven bar owner and the robed stranger in the corner.

You can not see the halfling or the half orc.

So, the question becomes, how long do you stay and wait for them?

[Walter]

Keeping her voice as low as possible, Vaiska whispers to Elenna and Shar, "Perhaps we should have words with that robed man. I do recall him from the funeral, it might be useful to know how he was connected to Graettin."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"Agreed...I can go over if you wish and treat with him some, as a whole group may be a bit...much." Shars utters in a barely audible voice, as he continues supping his ale.

[beyond reality]

Neb motions to Edgar and Belinda, "Good, good, just what Neb was looking for. Edgar and Bel should go back and make sure tower doesn't fall over or anything." he unlimbers both his axes and slips along the hedge, "Neb will go have friendly talk."


Neb is using stealth as well, Neb's goal is to move past the lone half-orc (figuring Jax will be distracting that one soon enough), and see if he can hear anything or find any signs of the others. I figure he'll manage to get at least a decent distance before Jax gets spotted, considering his higher speed.

[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Jax

"Friendly talk?" Edgar knew enough about Neb to know there was going to be trouble. He even grimaced when he saw the halfling take out both of his axes. He grabbed Belinda's hand and took here away from the scene. They had a job to do, protect the tower. It seemed like a good excuse as any to get away from whatever was about to happen.

Jax, you try to silence your armor as you walk down the hedge, but there is a distinct sound of metal clanking against metal that is simply too loud to ignore.

By the time you get close enough to hear more than snippets of what's going on, this is what you hear:


"Sounds like one of those guards coming over."

"Just go scare them off. We're almost done here."

"Whatever."


That is when the half orc emerges from the break in the hedge, crossbow drawn but aimed at the ground. He is tall, with simple clothing that has seen better days and has a red nose ring.

"Oh..." He stares at the two of you, then yells back to the others in orc:


"It's two new ones. Must be replacements."

"What do I care? Do your job!"

"Listen," His common is almost as gruff as his orcish, "Why don't you go back to your silly little tower and keep it from falling down or something. We're almost done here."


Neb

Since you are closer to the break, (about 20 feet away from the half orc with a crossbow) you can clearly see two more half orcs searching through part of the meadow. You recognize one of them as a half orc that was at the funeral. They have the same rough exterior, ripped clothing and red nose rings as their friend.

One of them kneels down, spotted something, and then steps away as he takes out a vial and throws it to the ground. There is a small explosion as a 3x3 foot section of the meadow goes up in flames.

Seems like they are throwing down alchemist's fire.

There is one particular spot in the middle of the meadow that looks very charred over.

You only see 2 half orcs in the meadow searching, but you can hear two others that must be somewhere else working in a similar fashion.



Jax, you are 40 feet away from the half orc that you see, you hear the small explosions happening in the meadow... easy to guess alchemist's fire.

Neb, you are 20 feet away from the half orc. You see two other half orcs, and hear two more.

What do you do?

[Darius]

Jax

Since the half-orc has only missile weapons at the ready, Jax moves forward and just past the crossbowman (next to but on the side closer to the other half-orcs) but within range of his axe should he try to shoot.

He snarls a warning, "Tell Jax of Erastil what friends search for and destroy with fire or axe will cleave before warning can be given."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar rises from his seat, his armor creaking as he moves over to where the dark robed stranger is sitting, near the fire. "I notice you enjoy pipeweed as well, friend. Might I join you for a few tokes?" Shar withdraws his older, worn-out pipe, and protrudes a small bag of 'Rustic Tenabar' leaf. He tamps some of the leaves gently into the pipe, lights it from a flame from the fire, then takes a few puffs as he casually eyes the stranger, awaiting a reply.

[Sillycomic]

Jax


Darius, I asked for an initiative roll, but never got one from you. Considering what’s about to happen you might want to roll one.

Jax and Neb

The half orc can’t help but smile at your request, revealing his sharp yellowed teeth. He was hoping to get a little fun from all of this. He had been a little sad the guards at the watch tower didn’t put up any fight at all. This was much better.

“Of course, Jax of Erastil. How silly of me. We’ll tell you what’s going on.”
He calls out behind you, “ Boys! Jax of Erastil here wants to know what we’re searching for! I need help in telling him.”

One of the half orcs laughs at that, but they all start moving towards your location. Now you can easily see all 5 half orcs. Two of them pull out greatswords, one a great axe. The final half orc is wearing dark robes and carrying a shield. He has a vial in his hand.

“Jax of Erastil?” The robed half orc in the back has a sneer on his face as if he'd just eaten bad mutton, “Interesting... you don’t look like a watch guard.”

Everyone is within charging distance of you except the robed half orc in the back.

“Make this quick… I want to get back home before we have any more problems.”

The half orcs let out a ferocious howl, and run towards you.



And this will be where initiative begins.

Neb. The half orc with the crossbow is the only one who has seen you yet. The others haven’t noticed you.

The half orcs will go first, unless Darius rolls very well on his initiative.



Sledgehammer

The robed stranger looks up at you. He smiles as he takes off the hood, revealing a human male in his sixties or so. He has a kind face, light blue eyes and silvery hair pulled back into a pony tail.

His eyes light up when he sees the leaf you bring out, “Rustic Tenabar? It’s been a few years since I have tried any of that. Do you mind?”

“I saw you at the funeral, didn’t I? Graettin. There were a lot of people there I did not recognize. It seems as if Graettin lived a life filled with friends and adventures. I wish I could have had such a life as he did.”

You notice his calloused hands and a small scar running across his cheek. He might not have had as many adventures as Graettin, but it looks as if he’s seen his fair share of experiences.

“My name is Kelban. I am a wizard from the Shatterspun mountains. It is a pleasure to meet you, good Sir. Please… sit and let’s talk. I imagine you have a few good stories to tell about an old friend.”

[beyond reality]

Neb remembers when fighting kobold raiders it wasn't the kobolds dressed in chainmail and hefting spears and swords who were the worst, it was the ones in dresses who threw fire and lightning. Realizing that most of the orcs don't know he's there Neb will charge past, axes wide for the one in black.


Neb will charge the robed orcs, since the half-orcs who failed to see him are flat-footed to him he should avoid any attacks of opportunity, assuming any are still in the way after they charge jax. He'll attack the robed one, activating his rage.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Salbazier]

Elenna remains sitting in her place, finishing her wine, while listening to Shar and the man's conversation.

"This may took a while" she said in low voice to Vaiska "Should I go to the mayor first to ask for the key?"

Knowledge Local: maybe there is any info about Kelban or Shatterspun mountain Elenna can dig from her memories

[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Elenna

Shatterspun Mountains are to the far east. It is a huge mountain range that runs down the length of the entire continent. They are known for being particularly rough, not only cause of the landscape but it is home to many a nasty species such as: goblins, kobolds, bugbears, owlbears, dragons and even worse things underground.

There are only two kinds of people who have ever adventured to the Shatterspun Mountains.
1. Incredibly stupid people.
2. Incredibly smart people.

And, because of that, there are only two kinds of people who have ever come back from the Shatterspun Mountains.
1. Incredibly resourceful people.
2. Incredibly dead people.

As for the name Kelban, you have heard of his name from time to time. His name usually comes up when Graettin does. They apprenticed under the same wizard growing up, and became either… friends or rivals depending on who is telling you the story.

Graettin never really talked about him. However, from this day alone there are a lot of things about Graettin’s life you just did not know. So, take that however you will.

[Walter]

Vaiska nods at her companion's suggestion, "That sounds like a wise course of action, care for some company?" She looks over at Shar and the other man, "They seem to be having a bit of a boy's club going on anyway."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar sits down, curiously eyeing the older man as he slides his pouch of pipe weed across the table to Kelban "I do not mind at at all...indeed, take as much as you wish. Although good pipe weed may be a challenge at times to acquire, I find potential friends in difficult days much harder to come by" Shar chuckles as continues sizing up the man. *Draws another drag from his pipe before continuing* "and I noticed you as well, Kelban. My name is Shar, and I am indeed friends with Graettin. And as for stories, perhaps I do have a tale or two I may recount, if not but to ease the grief that still sits in mine heart." Shar begins to tell of how the two first met, in this very bar, in fact. As his eyes focus on the glowing embers of the fire near them, the young warrior begins to recall his dear friend...slowly at first, but then the words flow out of Shar more and more, like blood from a grievous wound. He goes on to tell of past deeds, both simple and great, that he shared with his late friend. Without realizing it, Shar's vision blurs some, and he absently wipes the tears that began to form. "Forgive me friend...I do not even know you, yet I find myself rambling on like my ole' Nan, Gods rest her soul." Shar blinks a moment as if coming out of a spell, and then shoots a sidelong glance towards Kelhben. Still unsure of what to make of him, Shar reaches down and pulls a finishing draught of his ale. Strange...I never let my guard down like that. Step softly here, Shar…step softly. You mustn’t forget your purpose here "Perhaps you would honor me with a bit on how you knew Graettin as well, if you would indulge me." Without waiting for a reply Shar gestures to the barmaid, and orders a second round of autumn stout.

[Sillycomic]

Elenna and Vaiska

Two doors down from the Sledgehammer is a simple two story building with fresh pine walls and crude windows. It looks very out of place next to the old and tired buildings surrounding it.

There is a hanging sign that rocks back and forth in the faint wind that says, "MAYOR" in a fancy calligraphy. It looks like it was just done.

Inside there is a reception area with a very large desk. There is a halfling with fiery red hair that is wandering around back and forth between this desk and the back wall covered in various books, scrolls, writing instruments and candles.

He gives a small jump when he notices the both of you, and then sits back at his desk.

"I'm sorry, the mayor is very busy today... he won't be seeing anyone. You can make an appointment to come back-"

As he is saying this a door opens up behind him and Bergen peeks his head out. Bergen is short with a barrel chest and shifty chipmunk eyes. He looks like if he grew a beard he would look like a dwarf.

"Do you have the..." His eyes go to the both of you, and he stops speaking immediately, "Hello, yes, what can I do for you?"


Shar

The old man listens to your story with great interest. He sits there quietly, smoking from his pipe and nodding at the tale told.

"You should have been a bard," Kelban says as he pulls out his own leather pouch of pipeweed. He fills up his pipe, offering some of the leaf to you. It is Frostwood, a gray sharp leaf that looks similar to holly.

"Graettin and I go way back. We apprenticed as young boys under the same wizard. He was a year behind me, but the way he studied and practiced you never would have known..."

And Kelban spins his own tale. Two boys growing up as rivals, eventually becoming friends. They learned many things together, not just of magic but heartbreak and loss, courage and determination. His tale isn't as grand as yours, but he tells it as an old man looking back at the fondest of memories.

"We grew apart, as friends sometimes do. I went east and he came west to this place. We still kept in touch from time to time with magic, but as the years went on that was less frequent. Until a few months ago."

The old man searched through his satchel until he found a small scrolled up piece of paper, "He visited me once more and gave me this."

The words on the top of the scroll as easily identified as Graettin's, "The last Will and Testament of Graettin Eddinson, Guild Initiate of the Talon's Keep."

"He said he was researching something very dangerous. He would not go further into it however. But he promised me if anything happened to him, that I would contact all of his friends and make sure his will was carried out."


Neb and Jax

The robed half orc screams out in pain as the halfling's axe cuts into his side. Everyone can hear the clink of metal underneath the robes. The robed half orc withdraws from Neb, growling at the others to attack.

Two half orcs go after the Neb, one wielding a greataxe, the other a greatsword.


The half orc swings his greatsword high in the sky, but as he slices down it bounces off your armor.


The great axe has more success as it comes down on your shoulder.

*Neb takes 7 points of damage.*

The third half orc charges at Jax.

The half orc with the crossbow drops it and grabs a morningstar from his side. He advances on Jax as well.

The charging half orc slices at you with his greatsword. He hits you square in the chest.

*Jax takes 10 points of damage.*

The wielding morningstar half orc flails his weapon wildly, giving you little more than a nice breeze.

"Kill them!!" You can hear the robed half orc growling as he holds his side.



Initiative:

Jax
Neb

And then top of the order with half orcs once more.

[Darius]

Jax

With a feral snarl of his own, Jax swiftly grows twice his size and swings powerfully with his now immense axe. He then shifts 5' to not be flanked.

ooc: enlarge person, swift action (now has 10' reach), Power Attack and 5' step to make sure not flanked.

Attack:

[roll0]
[roll1]


Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 18/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5
Condition: enlarge person (3 minutes)


Edit was to change HP since I took Neb's damage as well.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar taps his pipe in the ash-cup briefly, thanks Kelben for the Frostwood with a silent nod and smile, then adds some of the old man's leaf into his pipe, giving it a few drags to kindle the tobacco. Mmm...quite tasty, this Frostwood. Almost similar to mint leaves in flavor... He listens silently to Kelben as he begins speaking, using his mind's eye to envision yet another life Graettin has touched, and the deeds the two shared. Shar smiles wistfully during points of the old man's telling, as if he himself were there...sharing in the two old friends past lives and adventures. When Kelben finishes, and withdraws the apparent will of Graettin, Shar's eyes steel a bit. He looks into the eyes of Kelben for a moment longer, as if deciding whether or not to go on, and then seemingly makes his decision. Leaning forward to the wizard, Shar speaks in a low whisper: I'll have you know, there are those who feel Graettin was brought low through foul play. And I count myself as one of them.Shar glances a bit around before continuing, "And as for his will being carried out" Shar says as he glances down at the rolled scroll parchment "You may count me, as well as a few other good souls here with me, as his true friends. And if murder is truly the source of my friends demise," Shars eyes suddenly light up as if steel fire was ablaze from deep within, "rest assured, there will be much more carried out than simply his last will and testament. That much I swear by, friend...on my life...that much I swear…"



"The last Will and Testament of Graettin Eddinson, Guild Initiate of the Talon's Keep."
Have I ever heard of Talon's Keep? I have Knowledge: Local, History, and Geography all at +1, so here’s a basic roll, if needed. Here’s the roll: [roll0] Also, I wish to sense motive on him...just to err on the side of caution when he talks of Graettin, mainly to make sure he seems to be more friendly, rather than of concealed contempt towards Graettin. i.e. Looking for signs of 'white knuckles' when speaking of Graettin or other tell-tale signs...although for some reason, I’m feeling Kelben is on the "up n up" in my gut. Here’s the 'sense motive' roll: [roll1]

[beyond reality]

"YOU WANT NEB!!?" The tiny halfling roars, bleeding but still full of vicious energy, "NEB WILL GIVE YOU ALL THE HURT!" Neb's dialogue quickly descends into snarls as he leaps bodily at the half-orc's head ((the one that inflicted damage)), using both axes to anchor himself he attempts to latch his teeth onto the orc's forehead.


Neb's battleaxe/handaxe/bite combo.

[roll0]
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damage:
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Neb's at 34/41 hp (due to rage) and AC 18.

[Walter]

Vaiska shoots a quick glance at Elenna, "Mayor Bergen, sir -- could we borrow a moment of your time?" She smiles politely, "in your office, if possible."

[Sillycomic]

Jax

The half orc easily crumbles to the ground because of your mighty axe. His morningstar hits the ground with a soft thud, as does his head.

The half orc behind you sees this, and his eyes grow wide. He stares up at your towering frame above him. He swings his greatsword at you, but you can tell the rage of destroying you has left him and there appears to be fear swimming at the back of his eyes.

Half orc strikes you, but the greatsword bounces off your shoulder.


Neb

The half orc laughs at your little display of weaponry, until the first axe digs into his shoulder. He screams when the second axe hits him in the other shoulder. It looks as if you've created a little symmetry... of PAIN!

You bite for his nose, but he snaps his head back just inches from your sharp teeth.

Both of the half orcs on either side of you take another swing.

Half orc with a great axe swings over your head and misses.

Half orc with a greatsword hits you square in the back.

*Neb takes 10 points of damage*

The robed half orc straightens out, and suddenly becomes 2 half orcs who look exactly alike. They both throw the vial in their hand right at Neb.

Two robed half orc twins fling vials at your feet that explodes in devilish hellfire.

*Neb takes 4 points of fire damage*

And the two half orcs on either side of you get a small spray of the fire as well. They don't like it one bit.


Initiative:

Jax
Neb


Shar

Despite your vast array of knowledge, you do not recognize the Talon's Keep as any sort of guild, group, gang, or affiliation of any kind. You've never heard of it before just now.

Your sense motive and your gut have the same reaction, this guy is on the up and up as far as you can tell.

At best there may have been some times in his ramblings where he wanted to say something more, but stopped himself... but that could easily have been an old man catching himself rambling and trying to stay on track.

Kelban can not help but give a soft smile when he hears the way you speak so passionately about his old friend. It is times like these when he wished he did not have the disease of age running through his bones. He imagined if he were a mere ten years younger he might be out with your group, trying to find whoever had done this himself.

"The will says as much," Kelban took a small look around the tavern and then slips the parchment back into his satchel. He fumbles through the pack and grabs a second piece of paper, this one much smaller.

"Whatever he was looking into, there were people trying to oppose him. Have you ever heard of a gang running around this town known as the 'Reds?' The will mentions them as one group."

Kelban refills his pipe, his hands slow and methodical with the frostwood. He takes a long drag, staring into the depends embers of the fire before he continues.

"I must confess I know of you, Shar. The will speaks of you too. And a few other friends that Graettin had. I need to speak with them all."

He hands you the smaller piece of paper. There are six names on the paper, scribbled in what looks like Kelban's own handwriting.

Shar, Elenna, Vaiska, Neb, Jax, Fayle.

"I recognized some of the names, but not all of them. The will mentions each of them specifically. Graettin had... last words for all of them in his will. I was hoping, since you seem to know so much about him, you could help me find these others."


Vaiska and Elenna


The mayor eyes the both of you up and down with a less than noble glance at each of you, before nodding his head and opening the door to his office.

"We gotta make it quick. I'm about to head over to Elson's market and see if I can settle some dispute over some venison. You can not believe them down there. I swear some days I think I am little more than a den mother to these people."

His office is slightly smaller than the reception area outside. There is a small ledger desk in the corner with a chair, and a simple wooden bench along the far wall. Other than this furniture, the room is bare.

Bergen quickly begins covering up papers on the desk, but not before you read a heading on one of them that says, "MINING PROSPECTS."

"Sit... sit," He eases himself into his own relaxed chair and stares at each of you.

"I saw you both at the funeral... so let's make this quick. Yes, I am sorry he's dead... no I didn't kill him. And no, you can't go into his tower."

Bergen has a wide smile on his face as if he had just done something very clever. You both imagine this is the kind of person who doesn't get clever ideas all that often.

"So... unless you want to make a rather generous donation to my re-election efforts, I don't think we have anything more to talk about."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"Aye," Shar continues in a low voice, "I will at that, Kelhben. In fact, two that you seek were just here not too long ago. I will go round the others up and perhaps meet back here?" Shar glances again at the quiet barroom as if considering a moment and then continues with the wizard "Or do you have a more private place in mind that you wish us to meet at?"

[Salbazier]

"I'm sorry, Sir, but Why you would not let us enter the tower?"

[Sillycomic]

Shar

Kelban follows the young man’s glance around the room. The only person in here is the gruff dwarf who is cleaning out a mug. He seems to be half paying attention to your conversation. He is, after all, a bartender. Being nosy is his job.

“Perhaps up in my room,” He says, “You are right about being cautious. If there is some conspiracy about the town involving our friend’s death, then everyone could be suspect. I can put up a ward in my room to prevent any sort of scrying. Then we should be able to talk in private.”

The old man eased onto his feet. He finished with his pipe and put it in one of his pockets.

“Find whoever you can and come up to my room. Number 4. I will be waiting. Thank you for all of your help, Shar. Graettin would have been proud.”

He offers the man a firm handshake and then slowly walks towards the rooms.


Elenna and Vaiska

The mayor frowns at the question. He knew there would be people who wanted to poke around in the wizard’s affairs after this funeral. The fool wizard knew too many adventurers for his own good. Bergen will be quite pleased once these strangers have left his town in peace.

“At the moment the wizard’s tower belongs to the city. There was no will left for the wizard, and no next of kin that we know of. Unless someone claims to be some sort of heir, the tower and everything in it belong to me… I mean… to the city.”

Bergen curses himself at his little slip up. He quickly tries to slick his hair back and adjust his clothes. When he looks back up at the both of you, his small eyes are darting around the room.

Elenna and Vaiska

I know you both want a sense motive. So here you go. Something is not right here at all. There is some other reason for him keeping that wizard's tower locked up.

“I am sorry your friend passed away, but there’s nothing in that tower that’ll help you. If you want to play 'detective' I’m afraid you’re going to have to do it somewhere else. Like I said, I am extremely busy.”

[Walter]

Having dealt with many a scoundrel in her day, Vaiska knew of a few ways of getting people to talk without speaking, so she makes it a point to interject: "If you want we could just use the key and head up ourselves, where might the key be?" The real trick was to read Bergen when she mentioned the location of the key, to see if he glanced at a drawer or held his coat pocket tighter. She knew he'd say no, she just wanted to know where it was. With that, assuming Elenna has nothing further to say, Vaiska will follow her companion out.

Perception for when she mentions the key[roll0]
edit: nads!

[Salbazier]

Eventhough it maybe futile anyway, Elenna decide at least to try once again talking the mayor to sense. "Major Bergen, right now there may be a powerful necromancer wandering around Reavin for gods what kind of evil purpose. Are you just going to let it be?

"You know about Graettin's fame. Right now there is already a lot of strange rumors abound about his death. If the murderer kill again, they sure would not look favorably to your ability to keep them secure. And can you keep them secure for that matter? From someone capable to murder a great wizard like Graettin?

"Look, we are not looking Graettin's wealth. What we want is justice for our friend's death. And we would like you cooperation in this matter." Not that she will let this person loot Graettin's posessions, but that a matter to be settled later.

After a moment Elenna adds "We are not the only one who does. Until the murderer found more of Graettin's acquintance may come to you. Some, regrettably may has ... less patience than others. If there's indeed nothing in the tower of importance, why not let us check it so we can vouch for you if such trouble ever arise?"



Eh not sure what kind of check here. Diplomacy? Well, I have little bonus on other talk skills anyway. Again using Perform oratory bonus due to versatile performance

[roll0]

Oh, and perception check too
[roll1]

[Darius]

Jax

Taking the time to sneak a quick look at Neb and the other combatants, Jax notices that the feral axe-wielding dervish may be in over his head (both literally and figuratively). Although Jax wishes to take a prisoner for questioning, he doesn't have much time for it. He risks taking one such attack and uses the wide side of his massive axe to clobber the orc upon his noggin.

ooc:
Striking to do non-lethal damage (-4 to attack). If successful in KOing, Jax would like to move to help Neb by moving within 10' reach and flanking.

Attack:

[roll0]
[roll1]


Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 18/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 54 seconds)

[beyond reality]

Neb is slashed with blades, battered about by these extra-big big-folk and now Neb is set on fire. Neb hates being set on fire. "STUPID STUPID RING-NOSES! YOUR FACES WILL PAY FOR THIS!" Neb twirls like a miniature tornado, spraying sparks and flaming oil as he thrashes about with his blades.


Neb's going to launch another full attack. First target is the injured half-orc who will hopefully be taken down with a blow or two, then Neb will launch himself at the other one.

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Neb is at 21 out of 41 hp. AC 18.

[Sillycomic]

Jax and Neb

The robed half orc casts a spell.

DC 16 spellcraft to open:
bless

He then takes out a falchion from his robes, dropping his shield.

Jax

Your enlarged axe makes a horrible thud sound as it lands on the half orc's head. For a moment the half orc wobbles from foot to foot and then collapses down to the ground. He is unconscious.

You rush to the side to aid Neb, who seems to be looking very impressive with his weapons, but not doing all that much. You are behind the half orc with a greataxe, ten feet away for flanking purposes.

You didn't specify which half orc you wanted to get behind, so I just chose one.

The half orc with a great axe will 5 foot step toward you and attack.


Half orc lunges with his axe, which lands hard against your shoulder. It is a critical hit, and you feel a massive pain against your side.

*Jax takes 18 points of damage.*


Neb

The good news is you are no longer flanked. The bad news is you don't seem to be doing much. The half orc laughs at your silly display of power. Perhaps your last attack was just a small fluke. And in this moment where he doesn't pay that much attention you bite him in the knee. He screams out at that.

*Half orc takes 5 points of damage.*

"Little halfling gets squished now!"

The half orc with a greatsword brings his weapon down on you. It misses, but you can feel the air of it against your cheek

Initiative
Jax
Neb



Elenna and Vaiska

Vaiska

He does look to the right when you mention the key. But to the right is his desk as well as the door leading out into the reception area. You can't get a better pinpoint than that.

The mayor pauses at your speech. It looks as if the cogs in his brain are turning, ever so slowly. He gives a slight nod at the whole situation.

"You really want to get in there, don't you?" That's what he was waiting for... you to reveal how much you wanted to get inside the wizard's tower.

"How about we make a deal? I have a problem that I would have normally gone to Graettin for, but I believe his friends should do in helping me."

On his desk, Bergen begins leafing through papers until he reveals a crude map of the town. It shows a northern path from the town to the mine.

"For nearly a month now none of the miners in town have been able to make it to the mine's entrance. A gang of gnolls has come and raided anyone who tries to go down this road."

The mine is north of town, about two miles. This northern path winds through several hills until it comes to a cliffside that reveals the entrance to the mine.

"I need this road cleared so we can continue production. If you can take care of all the gnolls... then I will give you free access to the Wizard's tower."

The mayor smiled at that. Everyone gets what they want. This would be twice in one day that the mayor thought he did something clever. Keep this up and he'll get re-elected for sure.

"Do we have a deal?"

[Salbazier]

Elenna glances at Vaiska in manner of asking opinion. Gnolls,.. she used to this kind of things but she is not one to recklessly agree to undertake a potential danger, especially when it involve others. Even more so, since it coming from a dubious person like this.

"I reckon we are already doing you -and the town- a favor by offering to take care a dangerous killer. Furthermore, the murder is a more urgent matter. If we take too long the killer may escaped, or worse, kill again"

"Still, I understand this town has fallen into hard times. I have spend some fond times here and I do care about its well-being. After we catch the killer, I will see what I can do to help."



Another Diplomacy (Perform:oratory) check, just in case.

[roll0]

Knowledge (local): maybe Elenna has heard something about this 'gnolls problem' earlier

[roll1]

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar waits a few moments as he watches Kelben depart. He then looks briefly around the barroom to see if anyone seems to have taken a particular interest in their conversation.
Perception roll [roll0]

"Well old friend," Shar says to Terran as he approaches the crusty ole dwarf "did you happen to hear or see what direction my two lady-friends went off to when they departed not too long ago?"

[Walter]

"I am inclined to agree with Elenna, Mayor. If we do not act soon you could have a much larger problem on your hands. I too would be more than open to helping with your gnoll problem after we get to the bottom of Graettin's death." She leans forward, looking him in the eyes. "After all, I think we can both agree that taking care of the gnolls would be in our best interests. We help the town, and you help us. All we're asking is that the villain behind this be dealt with before he or she has the chance to cause more damage.""

[Sillycomic]

Shar

Perception:
It's not hard to notice the bar tender is pretending not to listen. He has been washing that same cup for at least ten minutes now.

The dwarf makes himself look busy as soon as you head over to him. He has a somewhat clean rag that he uses to wash the somewhat clean counter top.

"Your friends?" The dwarf gives a small huff, trying to remember, "I think they said they were going to the Mayor's office. Just down the street... look for the nicest building and you should find it."

The old dwarf rolled his eyes at that. He poured himself a small tankard of his own finest and took a mighty dwarven gulp.

"Looks like that old man knew a lot about Graettin, rest his soul. That's good right? Does that mean you are going to find his killer?"



Vaiska and Elenna

The mayor gives a sullen nod, and stands up, "I am sorry we couldn't come to an agreement."

He walks over to the door and opens it for you, "Enjoy playing 'detective,' I do hope you find what you're looking for."

Sense motive: your detect sarcasm goes off!

[Walter]

"Enjoy playing 'mayor' you pompous ass clown. I bet that I could take the collective vomit from the town's drunks, scrape them together in a pile, put a sash over it and win an election. You are the sorriest little scheming," in her mind, Vaiska continued insulting him. Who was he to deny her entrance to the Wizard's tower?

Once outside of his office, Vaiska turns to Elenna. "Well girlfriend, we have a few options here. We can either kill some gnolls and get the key that way, or we can see if Graettin left a will and pester whoever inherited the tower to grant us access." She ponders for a second, coming up with a third option. She leans in and whispers, "or, I could just steal us the key."

"Of course, whatever we do, we should meet up with the rest of our merry band first."

[Darius]

Jax

The enlarged half-orc takes a cautious step back out of the range of the axe of his closest foe and concentrates. The strange birthmark near his eye glows as he incants the words of magic. The wounds stop bleeding as the magic takes effect.

Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 13/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 45 seconds)

[beyond reality]

Laughing in glee Neb continues to assault the half-orc's knees with teeth and axes. All the while he shouts threats in Halfling against the other two...or three...Neb is a bit confused on that point...red-ringed half-orcs.


Full attack against the guy who Neb is threatening, if one of these attacks takes him down then Neb will take a 5 foot step to flank the other half-orc and continue the remainder of his attacks.

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Neb has currently used 4 of his 10 rounds of rage.

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Jax

The robed half orc twins (I 2 and J 2) pull an obsidian holy symbol depicting the face of a terrifying three eyed monster from their robes. It dangles on a chain around his neck.

Jax:
You recognize this as Lamashtu's holy symbol.

He speaks a dark word and all of a sudden a burst of pain hit the both of you. It is like dark energy trying to worm its way into your skin.


Half orc with a falchion channels negative energy in a 30 foot burst.

*Jax takes 7 points of damage. *
*Neb takes 7 points of damage.*

Ooc: DC 13 Will save to half this damage.

Neb

Half orc with a greatsword (G 6) cries out as a hand axe gets embedded in his thigh. He growls and swings his sword impressively, but it does nothing.

Jax

Half orc with a greataxe will five foot step towards you (K6 to L6) and try to take you down, but only succeeds in brushing a little of the blood splatter off your armor.



Initiative:

Jax
Neb

[Salbazier]

Since Vaiska has give the fancy farewell, Elenna does not feel need to add anything and just simply nod before following Vaiska out.

"Yes, let's go back to the sledgehammer. We'll decide it others. May be they have another idea. Otherwise, likely we'll need to take the third option."

[Darius]

Jax

As the burst of negative energy washes over Jax and everyone else in the area, Jax does his best to resist it.


[roll0]

:smallmad: Why am I not surprised?



He stares at the holy symbol around the necks of the clerics and says through clenched teeth, "Orcs of Lamashtu, the evil madness brought here ends this day."

ooc:

I just wanted to remind Sillycomic that all of the orcs (excluding the cleric that channeled if he desires) will need to make the same Will save, for the damage is non-selective in a 30' burst. If the orc has the Selective Channeling feat, he can only pick CHA modifier number to not be affected. Since the DC save is 13, I am going to assume that the CHA of said channeler is 12, so only one is not affected.


Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 6/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 45 seconds)

[beyond reality]

Neb's vision blurs as he is struck by the wave of evil, but the little battle-rager is determined to fight so long as there's blood left in his guts and then some. Neb calls to mind the parable of the industrious beaver who felled the mightiest tree in the forest with patience and hard work, he attempts to articulate this wisdom as he continues his assault but all that comes out through the haze of fury and violence is something that sounds like "ME TEETH YOU TREE FALL!!! NEB IS THE BEAVER!!"



Will save:
[roll0]

attacks, if neb fells the half-orc with his first attack, he'll take a move action to move to threaten the robed half-orc.

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damage:
[roll4]
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[roll6]

Neb's at 14 of 41 hp, 5 out of ten rounds of rage.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"I shall return shortly, 'ole dwarf' ", Shar says as he walks out to the street, nearly bowling over Vaiska and Elenna in the process. "Ahh, there you are...we need to find Jax, and that halfling...the one called Neb." Shar glances about into the crowd, hoping to spot them there as well. "Have either of you seen them?"

[Salbazier]

Elenna shakes her head. "No, we did not. We went to the Mayor earlier. Unfortunately, it bear little result. In short, he refused to let us enter Graettin's tower. How about your talk with Kelban?"

[Darius]

Jax

After the wave of nausea from the negative energy passes, Jax turns his attention back on the foe next to him and takes a swing.


[roll0]
[roll1]

If the attack fells his foe, he will move in to threaten the robed twins such that a 5' step will not take them out of his range of AoO (like j-k 3&4)




Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 6/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 45 seconds)

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"I will speak more on that a bit later, once we have all of us together." Shar frowns skeptically before continuing. "The time is long past for our two companions to be merely tardy, as this town is not that large. Im hoping that nothing untoward has befallen them..." Shars eyes scan the folks milling about in the street once again. Shar is purposefully searching for any 'Reds' to see if perhaps one or more are tailing the troupe. Perception [roll0] "Reavin is not the "quaint" little mining town it once was. It has grown dangerous."

[Sillycomic]

Jax and Neb

Almost in unison the two half orcs you two are fighting fall to the ground.

The half orc cleric looks at the both of you advancing now. His friends have all fallen by the wayside, and while you both come to him bloody and bruised from the fight, he can see the determination in your eyes.

He takes a five foot step back (J 1) and will total defense in case you attack. (plus his double is doing the same)

"Wait..." His thick tongue bites at the words he is saying, "I will tell you what you want to know... if you promise to let me go."

Initiative:
Jax
Neb

Shar:
Ouch. Sorry. Another bad roll. Would it make you feel any better to know even if you had rolled a 19 you wouldn't have noticed anything?

You see a man pushing a watermelon cart through town, a halfling in the corner trying to sell hand crafted figures, and a couple arguing over the cost of bread. Plus another half dozen just walking around

No half orcs at all, with red nose rings or otherwise.

You do notice the mayor leaving his office and heading towards the marketplace. He looks to be in a hurry.

[Darius]

Jax

Knowing that the half-orc follows the god of trickery, he is wary of his foe. "Drop holy symbol first and dismiss twin first." Jax is ready for a trick. He takes a five-foot step closer to make sure he will get an AoO if the cleric makes a run for it or tries to cast a spell. If the half-orc tries to do anything else other than dropping holy symbol, dismissing the image, and telling giving a story (which will be Sense Motived), Jax will chop him.

[beyond reality]

Neb growls, coughs up a small chunk of something about the size of a cherry and spits it on the ground. "You put down sword and ugly face toy...then Neb will talk."

I'm caught in a barbarian's dilemma, if I let my rage end and engage in conversation I'll be exhausted and the bad guy gets the upper hand. but if I keep it going I'll run out after a few seconds of talking. So trying to use intimidate to convince the half-orc to disarm and even things up.

[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Jax and Neb

The cleric gives a grunt of agreement.

The spell ends, and there is only one half orc cleric standing in front of you.

He pulls the holy symbol from his neck and drops it to the ground.

The falchion falls by his feet.

"Agreed," He says, "I will answer your questions and you let me go..."

Sense Motive:
He seems sincere in the fact that he doesn't want to die today.


Ooc: Up to you guys if you want to continue initiative or not.

[Walter]

"Fair enough," Vaiska quickly looks around as well, "shall we go see where the rest of our band of travelers have wandered off to? They were headed towards the Wizard's tower were they not?"

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"Indeed" Shar looks over towards the direction of Graettin's tower, "and its not far either. Let us move with purpose."

[Sillycomic]

Shar, Elenna and Vaiska

North of town you go through the familiar road that takes you to the Wizard’s tower. This is the Mining Road that the mayor was talking about, but you don't travel on it for very long.

A path cuts from the main road into a beautiful garden. Graettin loved to occupy himself with many things, and having a nice garden was one of them.

There are fresh tracks on the path. This is odd. It has been 3 weeks since the wizard passed away, and if the apprentice is living in town, there should be no fresh tracks at all. You soon see the problem though.

After you pass through the garden there is a small clearing that leads up to Graettin’s wizard tower. Here you can see there are two city watch guards sitting next to the door. One has a crossbow and the other a short sword. You recognize both of them.

Edgar and Belinda, both human. They are not the smartest of watch guards, and usually get the worst of guarding duties.

Belinda is holding a crossbow, but it is at her side. She is crying softly. Edgar is holding her, his shortsword thrown to the ground. He looks surprised when he sees you, but then recognizes you and something melts in him.

"Look, it's more friends," Belinda looks up and smiles at your approach.

"Hurry, please. In the back... it's Neb and a friend of his. They fought a bunch of reds. It sounded pretty bad. But... but it's all quiet now. I'm too scared to go look."

Edgar points behind the tower.

[Darius]

Jax

With a large foot, Jax stands upon the holy symbol and falchion. He then says, "Speak."

[Sillycomic]

Jax and Neb (and soon to be others)

"We were told to come here and burn anything that looked suspicious," He indicates to the satchel on his side, it looks like there's a good half dozen alchemist's fire vials still in there.

"A woman gave instructions to us, paid us handsomely to do this job. We met her at the River's Bend, a tavern on the east side of town. Human female. Blonde hair, tall, skinny. She called herself Haliena, but I'm sure that was a fake name."

Sense Motive:
He's not lying to you, that you can tell.

[Salbazier]

On the mention of fight, Elenna's expression sharpens. She quickly but carefully approaches the tower. Her hands readying her bow as she moves closer to take a look.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Almost in unison, Shar draws Myrthelvian and rushes alongside Elenna, towards the back of Graettin's tower, eyes wary for any potential danger.

[beyond reality]

Neb, relieved that Jax seems to be coherent enough to ask the questions, takes a deep breath, calming himself and suddenly coming to the realization that he's covered in horrible wounds. He tries to avoid destroying their bargaining position by collapsing to the ground but he his vision blurs a bit and he wobbles slightly.


Dropping rage. leaving Neb fatigued for 10 rounds, and dropping his HP by 6 due to the lower constitution.

[Darius]

Jax

"Jax of Erastil cannot let you leave with firebombs. Firebombs could start a fire and destoy the love of Erastil. Carefully put bag of bombs on ground." Jax makes an indication where and also looms over the half-orc in a way to indicate that 'funny business' like trying to use the alchemist fire will result in an AoO and loss of one's life.

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Jax

The half orc holds up his hands, to show he has nothing in them. He then carefully grabs the strap from around his neck and pulls it up and over. He sets the bag carefully down on the ground next to his other items.

“No fires in the forest…”

And… since he answered all that was asked of him, he will begin to walk away. He keeps a very wary eye on both of you as he slowly steps away from the situation, not turning his back for any reason. He will begin running as soon as he’s far enough away that he can’t be hit.

You both hear sounds of footsteps coming from the Wizard's tower behind you.

Ooc: no one asked any other questions, readied any actions (apart from if he did any funny business, which he did not) or gave me any indication that you wouldn’t let him go. However, he would use a full action to withdraw, so he’s about 30 feet away before he starts to run. You could easily charge and attack if you so wished. Plus Jax, you are right next to him. With your enlarged you could get an AoO if you so wished since he will be moving through 10 feet of your threatened area to get away.


Shar, Vaiska and Elenna

Behind Graettin’s tower looks like a battlefield. You can see a half orc with his head decapitated. Two other half orcs lay bleeding out from deadly wounds. A fourth half orc is unconscious, and you can see him breathing regularly.

Neb and Jax are standing next to a pile of items, and there is a half orc in robes slowly walking away from them. Jax looks twice as big before as he did at the funeral. They both look bloody and barely able to stand.

[Salbazier]

"Neb! Jax! Are you alright!?" Shouts Elenna as he approaches them. Seeing things may have been (or almost) settled, she hold back from taking aim with her bow yet but it remains ready in her hands and she keep a clear sight of the robed half-orc, in case he do anything funny.

[Darius]

Jax

Before letting him go, Jax will ask, "What did you burn there?" He indicates the spot where the fire once was.

ooc:

I hope the retroactive asking is okay. I was making sure that we were out of combat and got reactions. If you don't want the question asked, fine.

[Sillycomic]

Ooc: No, it's fine. That's why I asked, I was double checking before I went anywhere.

"That's where she said the body was found. She told us to make sure we got every inch of that spot."

Sense Motive:
Again, the same. You can't tell he's lying to you. Which either means he's telling the truth or he's really good at lying.

[beyond reality]

With all these others around Neb straightens himself up and keeps the exhaustion out of his voice, "Neb is fine! Silly tall people try to kill Neb with magic and axes and swords and fire but Neb is far too mighty and made them pay! Jax helped a bit too." Neb's wide grin is somewhat spoiled by the blood flowing from his scalp wound.

[Darius]

Jax

"Where is bag of money?"

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar lowers his blade and takes in the scene, impressed with the resilience of his two battered companions. *Turns an unconscious half orc with the tip of his boot so he can clearly see the face* "It appears you had a run in with some 'Reds' from town", Shar says offhandedly as he quickly rummages through his small healing satchel and moves to look over his companions wounds. Healing skill roll for Neb [roll0] and Healing skill roll for Jax [roll1] "Now," Shar says as he begins to apply a salve to one of the bandages "what exactly happened here?"

[Sillycomic]

The half orc shrugs his shoulders.

"The reds have it."

[Walter]

"What happened here? A fight by the look of it," Vaiska thinks to herself, looking over the carnage around them. She lightly kicks a body as she makes her way through the field. "I must say, well met you two!" She says with some enthusiasm, a wide grin across her face, "sorry I wasn't here to lend a hand." She notices Jax interrogating the last half-orc and casually places herself about ten paces behind the survivor, preventing him from making a foolish escape attempt.

She stands smirking with a swagger, hands on the hilts of her swords at her hips, the look on her face seeming to say: "Go ahead orc, make my day."

[Sillycomic]

The half orc pauses, and then looks back at the two he had just finished fighting. A low growl utters in his throat.

"They promised I could go if I answered their questions. I fulfilled my part..."

[Salbazier]

"We will honor the promise, but we may still have questions for you to answer." Elenna replace her bow and draw her wand, leaving it to Vaiska to watch the half-orc while she heals Neb and Jax.


How many HP you two lost? I'll use as many charges form my wand of CLW to bring both of you back to full. If SC don' mind I'll just assume average rather than rolls all the dice, so 5.5 hp per charge

[Darius]

Jax

Jax notices the others have joined, but he doesn't relax and ignores the comment about letting the half-orc cleric go, "Who are the Reds? Where are they located?"

[Sillycomic]

The half orc cleric resigns that he will not get away so easy. He looks warily now at all of you, uncomfortable being surrounded. He growls, mostly for his own benefit.

"Our gang... " he says, "We're all over the east side of town. That's our territory."

[Walter]

Upon hearing where more trouble can be found, Vaiska's ears perk up. She looks past the Red to Jax, "Well then, do we want to take a wander over to orc town? We might find some answers." She catches the eye of their half-orc captive. And we would have the aid of someone that's very familar with the territory, wouldn't we?

[Salbazier]

"Should I heal you?" Ask Elenna to Jax "Or do you want to do it yourself?"

Hmm, maybe I should spend some charges at Neb at least, Jax can finish it with channeling after

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

The warrior moves up to the half orc, normally an imposing figure in full arms and armaments, now looks something out of a nightmare as he flashes the evil cleric a dangerous smile. His hand reaches out and slowly curls around the cleric's vestments.
"To begin, I am well aware of your "gang" and what area of Reavin you have infested with your foul presence," *Shar's eyes burn with a deep malevolence as he grabs the cleric's vestments tighter, drawing him ever closer and continues* "and as for your claims of "territory", that is a brazen boast that remains to be seen." He lifts him slightly off the ground as he continues "But what I have discovered is that you still have yet to tell us something of use...something that will assure your continued drawing of breath, worm! I noticed your crew's presence at Graettin's wake," *Shar tightens his grip and draws the half orc scant inches to his own face* Intimidation [roll0]

"And I also noticed their great interest in its proceedings..." Shar then tosses the half orc down against a nearby sapling, and then draws his greatsword, looming over him, his fury building as he thinks of Graettin... "Now worm, on your life...speak to us true and speak to us whole on the Reds interests with Graettin, or I swear by Calistra's venomous sting I shall flay your wretched hide from your worthless bones!"

[Sillycomic]

The cleric cowers, trying to cover himself for the impending blow.

"Eso knows!" He screams, his hands shaking before him.

He looks up, wary of the greatsword, "Eso knows all about Graettin. Eso can tell you. He leads the reds. He knows..."

He points to Vaiska and nods, "Yes... yes, I will take you to Eso. You can ask him all the questions you want. He'll tell you. Please... please just don't kill me. I'll do anything!"

[Darius]

Jax

The cleric responds to the query regarding healing, "See to Neb, Jax of Erastil shall use the magic of nature while Jax of Erastil still breathes." As the interrogation is taken up by those more suited, Jax moves away from the orcs so they will not benefit from his magic but Neb still will. His bows his head and rests his large hand upon the ground and a green glow surrounds where he touches in a wave. He does it again to similar results. He then looks to his own wounds.

ooc:

channel x2 [roll0] back to Neb and Jax
He will then sacrifice 1st level spells to heal himself
[roll1]


Jax then goes over to the uncounscious form of the orc he brained and will make sure he is stripped of items and secured.

[beyond reality]

Neb's vigor is renewed by Jax's magic, and he's managing to shake off his fatigue. He bounces forward, shaking the scorched remains of his squirrel fur headress as the half-orc. "Yes! You will take Neb to your boss, Neb will show him the wrath of Riki-Tik, Neb and his companions of justice!"

Neb's at 27 of 35 hp. I'd assume by now the fatigue is past, but if not it will in a few rounds.

[Salbazier]

Drawing on the magic of her wand, Elenna cast some healing spells on Neb, finishing after Jax's magic. After that, she turn to the cowering half-orc.

"How many of your gang are there with Eso?" Chances are, they are not going to get anything from the Reds easily.


I'll spend two charges to bring Neb back to full health

[Sillycomic]

"It depends where he is," He says, the desperation not quite having left his voice, despite how low and growling it still sounds.

"If he's in our hideout, maybe a dozen. If he's at one of the warehouses, probably only 4 or 5."

[Darius]

Jax

Knowing it would be wise to know as much about a situation as possible, Jax asks each question and waits for an answer before asking the next, "What sort of defenses does each place have? Is there a password to get in unaccosted? Are there secret ways to enter? What is being stored in the warehouse and base?"

[Sillycomic]

The half orc finally lowers his shaking hands. The large human has, for the moment, decided to spare his life. The more questions he answers, the more interested they are in keeping him around.

"The warehouse has a few guards around the perimeter. Nothing big or fancy. The hideout is much worse. A two story building with many guards watching it. The building is fortified. I don't know all of it, I haven't seen much of the inside, but I know there's traps if you don't know where you're going."

"There is a password that lets you get around our territory easy enough. I just have to talk to a bar tender at the River's Bend. Only a red can vouch for outsiders.

"But, that'll only let you walk through the east side. You won't be able to get into the base or the warehouse. There is no password for that. No one gets into the hideout but a red. No exceptions.

"The warehouse doesn't have a password, but that's because the guards know who is allowed to come in and out. If you aren't supposed to be there, they'll know.

"The warehouse should have lumber at the moment, but I think there's some mining materials too. I don't know, it's been a while since I was in there. A few months at least. The base holds... well a little bit of everything. We have drugs, coin, looted supplies, weapons.

"There's no secret entrance to the warehouse. There is one to the base, but I don't know about it. I just know Eso, and Eso always has a backup plan for when things get hairy. There's got to be some sort of secret entrance or exit."

sense motive for all:
While this half orc has answered your questions without fail, this time he seems to be giving you too much detail, even stuff that you didn't ask for. That is odd. He's only given very short answers revealing as little as possible before. These answers are quite different.

[Walter]

"Hmm, might it be that our little guest here is trying to lead us into a trap. However, he has told us some valuable information -- it would be bad for us to ignore it." Vaiska refrains from helping loot the bodies, heal her companions, or tying up the unconcious orc; she stands in the same place as before from the half-orc informant, and eyes him cautiously. "He might be telling us the truth. I could scout it out if y'all'd like. It might be best to keep him close until we find the truth in all this." She glance as the half-orc, "sorry friend, I just don't trust you yet is all."

[Darius]

Jax

After using the half-orc's belt to tie up the unconscious captive, he picks up the severed head and hands it to the cleric. He says as a matter of fact (he is NOT trying to intimidate or use other skills), "This will be fate of one who lies to Jax of Erasil and intends to harm."

[Salbazier]

"Indeed, if you ever think you can fool us and receive no retribution, you are mistaken." Elenna says to the half-orc "What is the pass you give in the River's bend? Explain it fully. Describe also those with guard duty in the warehouse."

Extra sense motive: [roll0]

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

OOC
As the companions continue interrogating the half orc, Shar pulls them aside, two at a time...first Jax and Neb...well out of earshot of the cleric. And then Elenna and Vaiska, and he will impart the following information to his companions, in a low voice:

"Before we get too deep into dealing with the Reds, I do have some information we may want to look into first. Its in regards to Graettin's will...I know who has it. It is Graettin's old rival and friend, Kelban, whom I met and spoke with earlier today. He wishes for all of us to meet with him at the Sledgehammer in Room 4 to discuss it in detail... as it concerns the five of us directly. I originally thought it would be good to speak with him first, once we all were together...but now we have this small detail concerning this half orc cleric..."

[Sillycomic]

The half orc simply shakes his head, "I wouldn't lie to any of you. I am just answering your questions... you've got swords and decapitated heads running around in front of me. It's just a little much is all. I'm trying my best."

The half orc looks down to the ground, takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes before he continues.

"The password is Golarion. I say it to the bartender and he gives word to the other reds that you won't be harmed while walking in our territory. The password can only be said by a red."

He looks back up at the group now surrounding him, pleading eyes going from one to the next, "I don't know about the warehouse guards. I told you, I don't go there all that often. I think there's 2 guards at the entrance and a few more on rooftops, but I don't know for sure. Please believe me. I don't want to die. I'll help you out as much as I can... see, I'm cooperating. I'm doing good."

He smiles up at all of you, nodding his head.

Sense Motive for All:

You know he's not making this up out of thin air. So, either he's telling you a very clever trap, or he geniunely doesn't want to die and is speaking the honest truth.


Elenna:

You can't get a read on him at all. But... you do know he's a cleric of Lamashtu, the goddess of trickery. You'd imagine lying is something he does very well.

[Walter]

"Well I'll leave it up to the group where we go from here," Vaiska says, knowing that making decisions like this have never been her strong suit. Although, if the next course of action involves either stealth or bloodshed, it would surely have her vote.

[beyond reality]

While the rest of the group ponders their next move, Neb finally remembers why he came here in the first place and investigates the area where they had been firebombing, seeing if there's anything left that might provide a clue as to what they were trying to wipe away.


perception roll:
[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Neb

You search the area thoroughly, but there is nothing within the burned areas of the meadow to find. These guys did a pretty thorough job of hiding whatever it was they were supposed to hide.

You imagine the large area scorched in the middle would be where Graettin's body was found, that matches the story that Temon told you. There is nothing left but blackened earth and a few charred twigs that used to be plants.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar is silent now as he tries to weigh out the options on what to do next. As he hears the evil priest of Lamashtu spitting out information to barter for his life, the warrior moves over towards were Neb is, among the charred ground. He crouches down and watches the halfling barbarian for a moment, silently amazed at his companion's fortitude. He's a tough one Shar thinks to himself as he absently looks down at the charred ground Now what exactly were you trying to destroy here with alchemical fire...evidence? Something else? But what is required to be destroyed in such a way. Why with alchemical fire? Shar watches Neb continue in his searching, and then grabs a handful of charred earth, letting it trickle slowly through his fingers, as he continues in his silent musings. And what to do about this evil priest? Keeping him alive would seem to place his troupe in more danger than if we simply killed him outright...but...there are always consequences to every action...and the rub is...which one is the best course, overall? Shar stood up and looked around the area a bit more, as if to maybe glean something about this particular position he now stood Indeed, what were you up to, 'Ole Fox'? Shar glances back at the prisoner And what indeed that would involve the likes of them? Shar gazes back over at the tower, still thinking, his mind recollecting his old friend's voice, almost as if he was speaking to him now. "Remember Shar" He could barely smell the scent of pipeweed as he recollected a better time "when faced with a problem that seems to offer no solution, sometimes... sometimes its best to place yourself into the mind and life of the person your trying to understand, to better lend a fresh perspective of things..." Shar smiles slightly as he recalls his friend and oft time mentor’s words...and taking a deep breath to clear his head, prepares to replay in his own mind a day in the life of Graettin...

[Salbazier]

Elenna glances at the Red cleric and each of her companions, thinking about the next course of action.

Elenna ask to Jax "Are you done with your questioning?"

If he say yes, otherwise Elenna will wait for him to finish before continuing.

"So, what should we do next?" Her voice somber "If we want to talk to Kelban and scout the Red's base first, we need to find a place where we can secure this fellow for a time... what is your name anyway?" A little courtesy never hurts "Preferably without too many people knowing. Perhaps I can talk with those guards" She makes a gesture to where Edgar and Belinda supposed to be. Unless we kill him here and now.

Eventhough, Elenna has no compulsion about killing opponents in battle, killing an surrendering prisoner after giving a hope by promising, only to discard that promise when he serve no purpose any more ... doesn't resonate well with Elenna's principle.

Still,...

"Not that we need him to vouch any of us you know." She touches her headband with a hand. Suddenly her appearance changing into uncanny resemblance of the Red cleric. Well, plus any headgear that would be inconspicuous for him to wear

...neither does it right to withhold a vital information. especially in making important decision. For better or worse

[Walter]

Vaiska's eyes widen as she sees Elenna's disguise take form. "Now that," she points at Elenna, "is a neat trick!"

She then remembers what Shar had said, and the rogue in her comes out. "Graettin may have left me something valuable in his will," is the first thing she thinks, but it comes out as: "Graettin was a clever man. If he anticipated his assassination, he may have left some clues in his will; either way, we should meet with this Kelban. Perhaps prior to storming the orc hideout."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Looking back at the half orc priest of Lamashtu, Shar sizes him up briefly, as his thoughts wrestle with the current dilemma. The path we walk sometimes offers hard choices...and this is certainly one of them. There is little course but to slay this adversary (and any others that may yet live here) outright, as he is an enemy...an enemy that directly drew blood on my companions and an enemy involved with the murder of Graettin. An enemy, who if left alive, will continue to place our troupe and any other innocents in danger. If only the town of Reavin could be trusted with this evil priest's imprisonment, than that would allow us an additional option...but the mayor himself may very well be entwined in such corruption. No… Shar continues in his thoughts, as a bitterness edges in the back of his throat ...this is truly the only way, by Calistra. And for such a task he wouldn’t expect others to do what he personally wasn’t prepared to do himself... Shar stands up and moves over to where the party is gathered with the half orc priest. "Well spoken, Vaiska." As Shar's steely gaze locks fully onto the evil priest's eyes "Why don’t the rest of you meet up with me over to where we were originally planning on gathering today, and I will be along shortly."

[Sillycomic]

Surprise rises over the half orc's face as he sees Elenna turn into a version of himself. He tries to hide it as quickly as he can.

"You wish to know my name before you kill me?" He asks as he slowly stands up, holding out his hands to show he means nothing more than to be on his feet.

"Trock. Second priest of Lamashtu. Acolyte for the Yaenit."

The half orc stares somewhat scared and somewhat accepting at Shar.

[Salbazier]

Returning to her normal appearance, take a long look at Shar. There is no mistake on his intent. Yet, his face also show that he does understand the weight of his decision. Adding any argument will be pointless, he is likely have them already in his mind.

"We did kind of agree to let him live, at least I think we did." Elenna said that not with the intention to argue, but merely to voice her dissent.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

OOC Shar will pull out some rope, enough to bind the half orc priest with tightly behind his back, and begin tying him up...then will gag him, by taking some piece of cloth off one of the corpses, and stuffing it in the half orcs mouth, then securing it with some more rope...(I will take off 10 ft of rope from my character sheet, if that sounds reasonable) I will then wait for the rest of the group to set off back to the Sledgehammer, (or if some or all the companions decide to remain, will continue regardless) and then here is what Shar plans to do:

Shar's gaze seems to look past the half orc, as if he isnt truly there...perhaps as if the young warrior was lost in some distant memory or thought. As the rest of his companions move out of sight, he finally draws out Myrthelvian and his grey eyes lock fully onto the half orc's red. Shar moves in front of him, and tells the evil cleric to kneel. As he continues to hold the half orcs gaze in his own, Shar speaks cooly, "Trock, Second priest of Lamashtu. Acolyte for the Yaenit...in consequence for attempting to kill two of my companions, I do sentence you to die." Shar lifts his greatsword high above his head, never taking his eyes off that of Trock's, and brings it down fully on the half orc's neck.

Coup de Grace Automatically hits a helpless opponent, and the blow is an automatic critical hit.

Damage is the following: [roll0]

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc listens and watches the others. He shakes his head at Elenna's query about having more questions and says, "Jax of Erastil has no more questions." He then shrinks down to his normal size and continues to gather all of the items from the fallen and captured orcs for use to sell later (including the priest's). Since he most likely cannot carry all of it himself, he will either recruit the others or hide the armor and weapons to in the garden.

As Jax finishes, he will wait for Shar. When the deed is done, he will nod and drag the unconscious red to lie next to the dead priest. In a show of solidarity, he will decapitate him as well using his axe.

Jax then rounds up the Red corpses and heads and places near in the same place where Graettin was killed. He gathers tinder to make a pyre on the same spot where Graettin was killed. Jax then piles the corpses and heads as well as unusable clothes over the sticks and branches. He then takes out one of the vials of alchemical fire and says a prayer over the corpses, "Erastil, let these become better dirt in death than they were in life." Jax then will toss the alchemical fire on the pyre and make sure they are consumed and no fire spreads.

[Walter]

After the execution, after the rest of the group heads on, Vaiska sticks behind with Shar (and whoever else).
Vaiska waits by the edge of the clearing for Shar, eager to catch up to the rest of the group. "Perhaps Graettin left me a magical blade, she thinks, "after all he was quite familiar with my tastes. Regardless, this will should prove to be a windfall, one way or the other." As Shar approaches, she pipes up. "Well well, looks like our friend won't be joining us after all." She smiles, "guess he didn't make the cut then?"

"You know he was right to do it, don't you?" a voice inside her says; it's what little remains of her conscious. "I know it was, but come on, look at him," she takes note of his solemn face. This was not an easy decision to make. "He was asking for it! Oh, alright, alright."

Although it's against her nature, she drops the coy attitude and almost whispers to Shar as they begin to leave, "You were justified, friend. I would have done the same."

[Sillycomic]

The fire is quick and bright, the explosions thunder against the peaceful meadow. Orc flesh burns quickly, although there is a charred unpleasant aroma you can all smell even as you leave Graettin's tower.

Edgar bids you all a nice enough goodbye. He is holding Belinda who is crying softly. She's thankful you are all safe, but that sends her into another burst of tears that she can not seem to control.

You are all heading back down Miner's Road and into town.

It is getting towards evening time now and the Sledgehammer is picking up in business. As you arrive there are a good dozen or so people in here enjoying themselves and some fine drink.

Among those in here are Temon, solemnly sitting by the fire and sipping some elven wine. Cellan Vanhosen is here as well. no longer in his full plate, he now dons rather very impressive noble's clothes. And the woman you saw earlier at the bar. She has blonde hair and is talking up some drunk merchant beside her.

A few people turn their heads as you enter, but then go right back to their conversations.

You know Kelban is up in room number 4.

[Salbazier]

Elenna turned back silently, letting Shar to did the deed he volunteered to do.

Elenna watched the blazing consume the bodies of the half-orcs. She whispered a prayer. They are now belong to Pharasma. The living has nothing to do with them any longer.



At the Sledgehammer, Elenna turn to Shar "Room number 4, right? Let us meet him." She went to stairs, curious to meet this one person that Graettin have almost managed to avoid mentioning.

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar stops briefly and looks upon Vaiska fully for a heartbeat or two, seemingly to almost not recognize her for a moment, then a brief, silent smile of gratitude forms on his lips as he moves on past her towards Reavin. He is quiet on their walk together, grateful for her presence, until they reach the Sledgehammer. As he goes inside, he looks about the tavern and notices it almost seems like older days with this amount of folk here. Odd. Shar is brought out of his thoughts with Elenna's question. "Aye," he answers, as his eyes continue to scan the bar room, looking for anything else out of place... and then follows his companions to Room 4...and hopefully, some answers.

[Darius]

Jax

Satisfied, Jax follows Shar. It is obvious that the half-orc is unfamiliar with the area and lets Shar take the lead.

[Walter]

Before heading upstairs with the rest of the party, Vaiska gives a quick glance around for anyone that's paying them too much attention. Say, a knight from her childhood?

[roll0] Perception check
Edit: Really? Haha
Spying no one of interest, mainly because her gaze is caught by many a loose coin purse, Vaiska follows her companions upstairs to room 4. "I have a feeling this night is just going to keep on getting curiouser and curiouser..."

[Sillycomic]

Kelban opens the door to his room cautiously, he glances over each one of you before his eyes light on Shar and he smiles.

"That was quick... come in, come in."

He opens the door wide enough for you all to come in.

The room is simple enough. There is a bed with covers that looks slept in, a small writing desk with a chair in the corner and a single window that looks out into the evening skyline.

"Thank you all for coming. You have my condolences for what happened today. I think this is something you should all see."

Kelban points you all to the writing desk. He pulls out Graettin's will and flattenss out the parchment for all of you to read. There is a shimmer of magic as you all look upon it.

The first part everyone can read:

"The last Will and Testament of Graettin Eddinson, Guild Initiate of the Talon's Keep."

Underneath you can all read the names of everyone within your party. Shar, Elenna, Jax, Neb and Vaiska. There are other names as well, including some that you recognize: Kelban, Fayle, Cellan, Terran, Edgar, Trock. Plus a few other names you do not recognize.

There is a blank space underneath each name, except if it is your name. You have text written underneath your name that you can read easy enough. Whatever sort of magic is in this document prevents you from reading anyone else's part of the will.

Shar


If you are reading this, than my worst fears are true. Something has happened to me. Hopefully this will finds you, and finds you well. When we left last I remember you were still on a search to find yourself. I hope that search was not in vain. You have made me proud throughout the years.

Trust no one. That is the best advice I could ever give you. There will be people you meet once I have passed that will claim to be my friends, or know me personally, not all of them speak the truth. Keep your wits about you. I can't be honest enough to tell you to drop whatever mysterious circumstances surround my murder, but we both know you won't do that.

Look in the mines. If there is an answer to my demise, they will be in the mines.

I have left you a +1 ring of protection. I hope it protects you as it did me.

Jax

I met you once, when you were but a child. Even then you showed such promise to what you could be. I wish I could have known you more, but my recent endeavors don't give me much time to do the things I want.

I am glad you grew up the way you did. The start of your life may have been filled with tragedy, but you make your own fate in how it ends. Please remember that. My advice to you is to not forget your roots, but always keep looking for the future.

I know I have left you with many questions, but I am sure the quest you are on now will answer some of them.

I have left you a +1 cloak of Resistance to help protect you on your journey. I hope it protects you as it did me.

Elenna


We have grown close these last few years. You seem to be just starting out in your adventure of life, and it seems as if... since you are reading this, I have just ended mine. Take comfort that I have gone to a better place.

I wish I could give you all the answers you ever asked, but I am afraid that is a little beyond me. I do hope you use your curious nature to keep on with your own life and pursuits. I could tell you that while you are curious about my death, it might be in your better interest to leave it alone, but we both know that won't do much good.

I hope you put my hat of disguise to good use.

My gift for you is a simple one. You may ask a single question. If I know the answer, I will give you one. Simply write it here on the will. A cleric friend of mine gave me a simpler version of a speak with dead spell attached to this will. So, if you write down a question I will answer it.

I can only answer the question if I knew it when I was alive though. So, asking who killed me might get you no answer at all. If I do know it, I will tell you. I hope this can help you on your journey to finding out the truth.



Neb



I tried to send you home good friend, but that power was a little beyond me. I do hope that you have found good friends and good food while you have been here.

I am sorry that I had to keep things from you. I had to keep a lot of things from a lot of people. I feel bad about that, but the good news is whoever killed me will not go after you... at least not yet. Perhaps once you start figuring out everything they will.

Be careful! And if you do find the person who killed me, make them all taste your axe!!!

Here are some weapons that will help you: 2 masterwork throwing axes, and a +1 battleaxe of your size. They have your name encrafted on the blades.


Vaiska

I hope you have kept out of trouble since the last time I saw you. I would have enjoyed having another evening in your company. I realize too late at my old age that the gift of youth is what I truly wish to have back. I wish there was a spell for that, but it is not within my power.

The cloak I have given you will serve you well. I fear you may have found friends, and now you are all together for some sort of quest to solve my murder. I might tell you how foolish that all sounds, but there wouldn't be much too that. If I knew you had some odd demise I would want to find out what happened as well.

The only advice I can give you is to trust no one. Even friends of mine will have their own agenda when talking with you. Keep your wits about you.

Stay away from Kelban. Because I asked him to help me with my will does not mean I trust him.

I have left you a handy haversack to help you. I imagine a bag with many small pockets would be very helpful for someone like yourself. I hope it helps you.

Once you are done reading Kelban will hold out a bag of holding, "If Kelban left you anything, it will be in here."

He then looks at all of you, curiousity and expectation in his eyes, "Well... what did he say?"

[Darius]

Jax

It takes a long time for the half-orc to read the words, and he is most likely one of the last to finish. When he does finish he nods and sits back reflecting on the words written for him. Jax waits for any others to complete the reading and will wait for them to make the first move. If no one does, he will speak up, "Graettin Greatwizard had left Jax of Erastil a cloak. Is there such a garment inside the bag?"

He will accept the bag if it is given to him to look for it himself or he will take the it if someone fishes it out of the bag. When he gets the item, he will look it over and admire its color and fabric (but will actually be looking for a pocket or a similar secret holding place in event that Graetting had something else in store for him). He will then don the cloak and watch the others.

[beyond reality]

Neb

Neb's bottom lip starts to tremble a bit and he covers his face with his spare fur hanky to avoid appearing strange and emotional to these others. After composing himself Neb rummages through the bag to find his gifts from the wizard, "Greattin said he was sorry, but Neb liked it here more than he liked home anyway...but it's not so nice with him gone. Greattin also said that Neb should be safe from the ones who killed him...but they will not be safe from Neb!! When Neb finds him they will taste Greattin's axes...I mean Neb's axes...BAH! They will taste all my axes! one by one!"

[Darius]

Jax

Jax replies to Neb's comment, "Aye, Neb Axecleaver, those that have killed Graettin Greatwizard shall taste Jax of Erastil's axe as well." He then smothes out the cloak and his hand stops for a moment. The half-orc reaches inside the cloak and pulls out a bluish pebble looks at it a moment and looks up his brow at Kelban to see if the stone merits some sort of reaction from him. He then will replace the pebble for later appraisal.

[Walter]

"Eddinson, huh? I never new Graettin's last name."

Vaiska slips her quick hand into the bag and retrieves what looks like a small pouch from it, although her fingers surround the object so quickly it is hard to tell exactly what it was. She simultaneously slips it into her jacket and enters the conversation.

"Well if this revenge plan of ours is going to go anywhere we'd best make good on our earlier leads. To the tower?"

I wanted to make a sleight of hand to add the item to my person surreptitiously, but I can't make rolls in an edit. Assuming I got a 10 on the die its a 20 sleight of hand check. Or you can roll it. Or not, it's basically just for flavor at this point :P

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Closing his eyes a moment to consider the will, Shar looks to Kelban, speaking softly "He mentions that he left for me a ring...", as he withdraws one from the bag, a plain silver band that fits perfectly on Shar's right finger. "As well as some personal words of encouragement that I shall keep between Graettin and myself." Shar then looks to his companions and waits quietly for them to finish reading their portion of the will.

By the Gods Shar thinks to himself one of the names in the will is Trock! The same name of the half orc I just executed not an hour ago!!! What in the name of the Nine Hells is going on here, Ole Fox...what exactly did you get yourself into???
Stopping himself from this particular train of thought, Shar starts to go over again and again in his mind an old army war song he learned from his earlier days in the rebellion.

[Salbazier]

Elenna is silent for a few moments, pondering on the content of Graettin's will.

Finding a way to tell your story even from the grave? Just so typical of you. Elenna can't help but smile at that thought. Trock... Can it be the half-orc from earlier? Really, what have you been up to all this time?

Smiling, Elenna turn to Kelban to say "He left me a unique gift. Do you have a pen?"



Accepting the pen (from Kelban or anyone offering one) she move closer to the will to write on it. She hold her hand for another while, careful about what she is about to write.

She wrote,

Clearly you know what I'm going to do. To that purpose, what is the most useful/important informations you can tell me?

With addition, in elvish


You know, if you want to stop from me you should have stayed away from such trouble in the first place. Of course, you would never do something like staying away from trouble, don't you? Rest well, dear friend.

[Sillycomic]

Kelban watches all the gifts taken from the bag of holding with some interest. He is eager to hear more about the will, but nods in a very understanding way when you suggest private letters should stay private.

Although, when he spots the bluish stone from the cloak, something sparks within him, "That is interesting. Looks like our old friend was wandering around some caves."

The parchment beneath Elenna ripples and then the letters she wrote soak into the page. They swirl around for a second before they emerge, and these words are carefully spelled out:


You know me too well. The most useful information you should know is the mayor is working with the reds, but to what end I am unsure.

The most important information you should know is to trust no one.

"The mayor?" Kelban asks, glancing around at the rest of you, "Seems your adventuring has already come up with some interesting facts. Do you need my help? The more I know the more I can help you..."

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

Shar looks upon Kelban with a warm smile as he speaks "Certainly your help will be most appreciated, good Kelban, and we may take you up on that gracious offer sooner rather than later," Shar pauses to glance out the window, as if contemplating a moment "but for now, I believe discretion will be the better part of valor in keeping your presence and involvment with us as much a mystery as able..." the warrior continues as he turns to face the wizard fully, "but can we count on your continued residency here in Room 4, in case extreme circumstances dictate your need?"

Shar continues on with that same war song over and over in the forefront of his mind and thoughts...

"And one last inquiry for my part," Shar speaks to everyone collectively, "has anyone here learned who shall be acquiring ownership of Graettin's tower?"

[Salbazier]

Elenna do not immediately respond at Kelban's offer. She keep looking at the will and the words on it. A thougt occures in her mind.

"Master Kelban, do you know who is this Fayle mentioned here?"

[Sillycomic]

"I am afraid most of the names in this will are unknown to me. That is why I was thankful to run into Shar here earlier today," He motions to Shar and there is a pause as he looks at the young fighter, who seems to have preoccupied himself with something.

"I gave him a list of several names I remember from the list. These were the more important ones I needed to find. Fayle's name was among them. There are others. I was going to ask if you know of anyone else on this list, please send them this way so I can deliver my promises. I was going to search for them myself, but after a few conversations I have learned it is not very safe in this town for an old man such as myself."

The will would not give any of its own mysteries. Fayle being another one tied to the old wizard's murder.

"I will be here until everyone in Graettin's Will has read it. It was my last promise to an old friend, and I expect to carry it out if I can."

[Salbazier]

"I see, thank you for bringing this to us" Elenna says solemnly to Kelban.

[Salbazier]

"So, what should we do now?" Elenna glanced outside of the window for a moment. "It is nightfall already, let us refresh ourselves a bit in the common room below. "

[beyond reality]

Since this is a murder mystery I may be overanalyzing, but I didn't see Temon, Graettin's apprentice, among the names listed. That could just be a simple accidental omission that I'm reading too much into....or it could be a CLUE! If it was just an accident though, feel free to retcon it to being there all along and blame Neb's poor literary skills for missing it.

"Umm...Neb is not so good yet with human writing, Neb learns fast but he hasn't been here long." Not technically a lie, although Neb wasn't any better at reading halfling writing, or any other for that matter, "But...Neb doesn't see Temon's name on the will, did silly Graettin forget to leave words for his apprentice?"

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc nods at Elenna. "Downstairs. A good idea." Jax will go down to locate a secluded enough place in the tavern where the group can discuss their plans away from Kelban. When the group is assembled, he will state, "As Jax of Erastil thought, the mines may be the place to look. Graettin Greatwizard must have found or seen something there that the killers did not want to be seen."

[Sillycomic]

"I do hope to see you again, good luck with your journeys," Kelban says as he opens the door for you. He closes it swiftly as soon as you are all in the hallway.

Downstairs the group is small but lively. A few conversations are being had here and there; sometimes you'll hear the word Graettin thrown around. The day of the funeral people seem to be remembering some of the crazier moments of the wizard's life.

There's a corner booth out of earshot of most patrons here, you feel comfortable discussing any plans you want with relative ease.

A young barmaid comes up and asks for any orders. Dinner special tonight is mutton.

The only person who seems to even notice you is Temon. He will glance your way ever so often, but other than that you are left alone.

[Walter]

Vaiska heads downstairs and takes the seat furthest in, she's not planning on getting up anytime soon. For someone who has done practically nothing for most of her life, all this running around talking to people has made her somewhat exhausted; actually, more irritable than anything. When asked if she'd like anything to eat, she interrupts the waitstaff and exclaims: "Food!? Oh Gods no, I couldn't possibly! I mean, none for me, thank you."

She needed to keep a trim figure, especially if they were going to venture into the mines at some point.

[Salbazier]

"Mutton sounds good to me. Please also bring some more spiced wine, if Terran still have it left"

After the barmaid gone with everyone's order, she speak to her companions in low voice "So, what should we do now? And what was your thoughts on the will? Clearly going for the Reds is the obvious step from now, but it will wise to gather some more information first"

"Personally, I'm interested in finding this Fayle. Though, I've never heard the name, I have an intuition she may have an important role in this".

[Sildereth]

Shar Rendayne (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=8418)

"I'll have the mutton as well," Shar says as he waits until the barmaid finishes taking the group's orders and leaves before beginning in a hushed voice, "I feel that a strike against those that Jax and Neb encountered earlier today would be our best course, at this point in time... before they begin to get suspicious of what happened to their men, among other things..." Glancing down into his goblet, the warrior pauses before continuing. "They are obviously involved with Graettin's death, and possibly even murder, and a strike into their base may unveil pertinent insight and answers to the questions behind our friend's death." Shar looks at the faces of his four companions in turn before continuing. "This course will be dangerous for all of us, naturally..." he says with a sardonic smile, "but the justice for our friend and the removal of this oppressive presence upon this town should require no less." Shar pauses as a random patron walks a bit near to their table, and waits a moment longer until he moves away again. "This is what I propose..." *Shar begins to go into length on his plan of assaulting the Red's main base of operations...*

Potential plan
"For our first phase of this plan, we split into separate groups: One group will focus on gathering information. This will include attempting to possibly learn more details or information concerning Graettin's death...on basic information with the Red's in general (we don’t want to seem too obvious on our inquiries on that subject, to avoid arising suspicion)...and lastly, to learn about the "Lay of the Land" concerning current events here in Reavin....that task shall fall to myself and Elenna."
"Our next group, consisting of Vaiska and Neb, focuses on a reconnoiter involving stealth, basically in the area where Trock suggested is the Reds main base to verify his information as being accurate. Basically this will require looking over their two-story base and get an assessment of potential patrols, sentries on the ground as well as the roof, and perhaps anything else you may learn to be of value for our intrusion into their base. After that, you return back to here to report."
"And finally our good Jax remains...that I shall leave to your discretion, my friend, on what you feel can better aid our group...whether it's needing to personally rest some more to regain your spiritual focus, or if not necessary, then assisting in whatever you think may better aid us for success...so long as it doesn’t involve" Shar glances at the clerics full plate armor with a wink and a smile "personal stealth."
"I’m thinking we do these tasks simultaneously, so as not to waste too much time...as the saying goes...strike while the iron is still hot. And we return after midnight...go over any pertinent information we may have collected...adjust our plan some, if necessary...and then strike out against them, with the hopes of having surprise as our ally."

"For the second phase of this proposed plan...before arriving to the east portion of town, Elenna can quickly slip out of sight nearby, use her magic to take the form of" *barely audible whisper* "Trock...and then continue traveling with the rest of us ala escort, until we reach the main base on east side of town. With" *again, in soft whisper* “Trock” as our "guide", that should hopefully stave off any ‘Reds’ patrols we may meet along the way. At this point, we take out the sentries on the roof by using stealth. If the evil priest's information was true and accurate, there should be 2-3 sentries posted up on the roof. We take them out quickly by first going to the most undetectable portion of the building from our prior gathered intelligence...then using rope to negotiate the wall, along with Elenna's ability to cast magical silence around our group, we climb to the roof undetected and take out the sentries quietly. Once on the roof, we find the way into the building from up top, and work our way down. By going this unusual route, we hopefully accomplish an unusual and unexpected form of assault...and potentially avoid main traps and sentries at the entranceway, below. We may also find their leader's abode faster if he is located in the higher portion of the building, as is more the like."
"This is what I hope will work best in our favor if we decide on this course... and please feel free to add to this or take away as you deem best, my friends."
...and then hesitates a bit as their food arrives, before continuing again.

"One last thing...in my portion of the will addressed to me, Graettin mentioned a few things...the main one being: Trust no one! He mentioned that there would be some here that would claim to be his friend...and some that know Graettin personally. Not all of those who claim that will be speaking the truth." Shar pauses, looking at the faces of his companions again before continuing. "I know in my heart, as well as my mind that such deception does not include you four, so I will trust you with this final portion of information he left me as well." He pauses briefly before continuing in a hushed voice. "He mentioned to look also in the mines...if there is an answer to his demise, it will be in the mines." Shar takes another pull on his ale, before finally adding "There are many paths that lay before us, my friends...so I look to your counsel to help us find the best course, together."

[Darius]

Jax

Jax listens intently to Shar. When his expertise is brought up, Jax simply says, "The iron is as hot as my anger. Jax of Erastil would have no life if not for Graettin Greatwizard. If Jax of Erastil's life be forfeit to exact the price of vengence than so be it. That is the price Jax of Erastil is willing to pay. Tell Jax of Erastil what must be done, and done it will be by my life or axe. So speaks Jax of Erastil."

[Salbazier]

Elenna nods on Shar's and Jax's words. "This will be a long night. For now, let us fill ourselves in preparation. May we be succesful in this quest." She low her head and utter a brief prayer for their safety and success as well for the gift of food in front of them.

[Sildereth]

"Are there any questions?" Shar asks in a soft voice. "If not, then I say we begin our respective courses post-haste, and then report back here after midnight but before the first hour bell, here in my room... Room number 8" Shar then looks to both Vaiska and Neb, "Your path tonight will likely be the way more dangerous, and there is no real contingency if something does go awry, save your own resourcefulness, luck, and guile...so remember, rely heavily on your skills in stealth and avoiding danger, at every possible turn" Shar places a hand on the small barbarian's shoulder, while his eyes level upon Vaiska's "If you are not back here before the break of dawn at the very latest... we can assume then that something is amiss. If that happens, we will do what we can to assist you. Apart from that, keep a low profile...observe...gather intelligence...and then get back here to report. Good Luck, my friends, and may the gods watch over you in favor." His eyes follow them as the both get up and leave the table. "Now", the warrior's eyes rest upon his remaining two companions, "what say we gather a little information of our own" His eyes dart quickly towards Temon. "but I would like us to talk to the boy alone...somewhere private. Jax, you are certainly welcome to join us if you feel that rest isnt warranted for this evenings...pleasantries. Elenna, if you would please take my key and meet me up in my room, I will send Temon there first, and then I will follow to join you, shortly after he arrives...to draw less attention. Then we shall see what we can learn."

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc nods at Shar and says, "Jax of Erastil shall join you. There is no time for resting. Erastil will watch over the hunters."

[beyond reality]

Neb blusters something unintelligible through a mouthful of grilled meat, downs his meal with a mug of cider and continues, "--of Neb's axes! But don't worry, that probably won't happen, Neb is sneaky...like the vicious and cunning chipmunk."

[Walter]

She had sat quiet as Shar had laid out their battle plan. It was a good plan, and she had nothing ill to say of it. Overall combat tactics had never been her strong suit, it was the one on one scenario is where she knew a thing or two. So she would be travelling with the short one, Neb. He was skilled with the axe, that she had seen, but how well he would be at being covert she had yet to find out.

In the end though, it went without saying that Vaiska loved the plan: being sneaky with a high chance of combat could have easily been her description of a perfect evening. "If we're back before midnight, I might still have time for a nightcap." She looks at her partner for the plan at hand, "Well then master Chipmunk, it looks a game of stealth before brawn. Let's show them how its done!"

[Salbazier]

"Good luck, you two" She says to Neb and Vaiska as they statr to leave

"Now, for our part" Elenna accept the keys from Shar and raise from her seat.

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc cleric warrior stoically sits and eats the meal before him. He knows to enjoy such a meal, for it may be his last.

[Sillycomic]

Vaiska and Neb

You venture out from the tavern into the twilight. The sun has now gone passed the horizon, but some lingering light still lets you see your surroundings easy enough. You head east.

The back alleys are easy to navigate. Vaiska, you have not been to this city before, but if you've seen one set of back alleys you've seen them all. With a little help from Neb, who knows the town a lot better than yourself, you easily make your way through the town, avoiding all main roads.

You know when you finally step over to the east side of town. There is a feel to the place. The buildings haven't been well maintained and graffiti is all over the walls. Most of the graffiti is for the reds, marking territory. There is also some unsavory language, and crudely drawn pictures.

There is hardly a light on in any of the buildings. No one is out. While there was a person or two wandering around in the west side of town, on this side it is empty.

Ahh, but that's not the case. Looking up you can easily see a half orc searching for something. He is on top of a two story building and has a crossbow out. He glances down one side of the building, and then another.

You can't quite make out if he has a red nose ring or not.

He hasn't spotted you yet.


Elenna

You make your way up to the room. Once you hit the landing of the second floor, the door to room number 7, which was slightly open, slams shut.

You open the door to room 8 with your key. It is a standard common room with a single bed and a small chest at the foot of that bed.

(and if Shar has left anything in the room, you notice those things in the room as well)


Shar and Jax


Temon sits by himself by the fire. He is stuffing some tobacco leaves into a pipe and doing a very novice job of it. When he finally gets the thing lit he coughs up half of the embers onto his lap.

"I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you," Temon says, smiling and inviting you to sit down with him.

"So... have you learned anything yet? I heard the mayor was quite upset today about some people asking questions..."

[Salbazier]

Elenna sits and wait for the apprentice to come. Her mind drifting again to the words in Graettin's will, the events of this day, and to to long yeras of her past. In the short moment she waits, several lines of a song has started to form in her mind.

[Sildereth]

Smiling politely and with a quick nod in answer to Temon, Shar moves past the apprentice to where Terran is working behind the bar. Sliding out a few silvers across the old wooden bar top, he requests two ales and a goblet of wine, speaking in a cheerful tone "And one of the ales are for you, dwarf", Shar adds with a quick wink and a warm grin. He takes the goblet of wine and ale and heads back towards Temon, placing the goblet in front of him. "For you, young master", Shar says as he pats him on the back leaning a little too forward (perhaps a touch into his cups already?) Bluff roll [roll0] (Feigning intoxication) Although not really making too much effort into this....just maybe an attempt to throw folks off...er...if any happen to be watching me. As I lean forward and mutter something about good Graettin, I whisper quickly into Temon's ear..."Come upstairs to my room, Room #8...in ten minutes... concerning what we discussed earlier today. I will be there shortly after you." as he stumbles and mutters a word of encouragement to the young apprentice. Shar then moves over to a table where others were talking kindly about Graettin, to join in with them as well.
Shar will wait until Temon gets up and leaves to go upstairs to my room, and make a quick scan to see if any seem to be watching the boy with any particular interest.(Perception roll: [roll1] )If someone happens to approach the lad before then, Shar will also pretentiously move over and join them, spilling some of his ale on the table in the process, pretending as if he may be a little intoxicated.

[Sillycomic]

Shar and Jax

Temon gives a blank stare at the ale before nodding. He sits in his place, clumsily smoking the rest of his pipe, and trying to make a good show of drinking the ale that he was given.

After a few minutes he gets up, excuses himself, and walks upstairs.

Shar

Terran the dwarf gives him a good night nod.

The blond girl watches him go up the stairs

That leaves you alone with a couple of half drunk merchants sharing some old Graettin stories.

"Did I tell you about the time he paid for one of my necklaces? He made a pillar of salt right in the middle of my store. Can you believe that? Took me weeks to clean up... but I made huge profit. That man was a kind soul."


Elenna

There is a tentative knock on the door and in walks Temon. He looks somewhat confused, but glad to see you in the room.

"Oh... good, it is you. I am glad you are here. I wasn't sure what to expect. Your friend downstairs was acting strange. I think he might be drunk, but he told me to come upstairs."

He sits down next to you, smiling, "So, I take it today went well then?"

[Sildereth]

Waiting about ten minutes more, Shar buys the group a round of drinks, thinking The more the drinks flow now, the more the tongues will wag later tonight. He then stands, toasts Graettin while mentioning he will return in a short while, then heads off to his room.

[Walter]

Following the half-orc's eyes with her own, Vaiska will attempt to determine whether he was checking on other orc patrols or merely keeping an eye out.

Perception: [roll0]

She will then gesture to Neb that she intends to slink along the left side of the building before them, motioning for him to do the same on the other side.

Stealth: [roll1]

[Salbazier]

Elenna stopped her line of though when she hears the knock. She quickly goes to the door to open it. Smiling, she says "Ah, Temon. Please come in." She gestures to him to enter "I guess Shar is still to drowned in Terran's brew, eh. I guess it can't be helped. Do sit while we wait for him. Hopefully he would not be too intoxicated."

"I guess you can say it like that." Elenna says in repond to Temon "There has been few hints we found."

[Sillycomic]

Elenna, Shar and Jax

Temon is pleased to hear that you have found some leads. He waits patiently for Shar to come into the room. As soon as Shar is, Temon is practically bouncing on the bed.

"So... Elenna told me you found some clues. That is wonderful news. Do you know who killed Graettin? Do you need my help?"


Vaiska

After studying this half orc for a few minutes, you realize he must be a watch guard of some kind. He is just looking down the empty alley ways to see if anyone goes through.

You slip along the edge of the building, keeping quiet in the shadows and while he is right above you, doesn't seem to notice.

You do hear him saying something in orc.

After a few seconds you hear someone else on the roof speak back to him in orc as well. Both of them laugh.

[Darius]

Jax

Whether fooled by Shar's ruse or in on it himself, Jax aids the fighter by helping him to the room.

[Sildereth]

Jax and Shar both enter the dimly lit room together and close the door behind them. The young fighter's appearance of slight inebriation immediately melts away, replaced by one that is deadly serious. As his eyes take in room and the others occupying it, they finally fall upon the young apprentice. Shar says not a word but continues to look hard upon the lad, for what seem to be many heartbeats. He finally speaks in a low, somber voice, "Boy...there is much that needs to be revealed concerning the death of Graettin, by many people here in Reavin" he says as he turns to slowly lock the door behind him, and then continues, "and that includes you as well." Shar turns away from the door to face Temon fully, taking a step towards the apprentice, his armor creaking ominously. "My first question is simple, and I expect nothing short of the complete truth from you, boy." Shar speaks as he takes yet another step, ever closer to Temon, his grey eyes seeming to burn in the dim lantern's light.

"How exactly was Graettin murdered?"

[beyond reality]

Knowing that his 'eagerness' in battle has gotten him chastised by town authorities before Neb moves as silently as possible at Vaiska's signal, waiting for her to act or for any obvious dangers before he makes a move...although his new axes will need to be blooded properly soon.


stealth
[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Vaiska and Neb

You slip as stealthily into the shadows as Vaiska does. You use the shadows and slip behind random boxes and things, and easily make it through the alleyway the half orc is casually looking down.

You do notice once you are on the far side that this half orc has a red nose ring.

Vaiska and Neb, you two and now looking down more darkened alleyways and at the moment you don't see anyone else who is trying to spot you. What do you do?


Jax, Elenna and Shar

Temon is happy to see so many of you now in the room, but his face turns from boyhood charm to a confused fear. He hears everything that you says, but the tone seems to shake what little resolve there is inside the boy.

"How would I know?" He asks, searching around the room for something. Whatever it is, he doesn't find it.

"They said they found necromantic auras on him... so I assume it was some sort of necromancy spell. It makes sense a wizard or sorcerer, someone with access to those kind of powers murdered Graettin. But you know that... you were there when we were told that. Why would you ask me something like that?"

The scared confusion lights on Jax and then Elenna, as if to try to find some answer as to why he's being asked these questions.

[Sildereth]

Shar is unphased by the young man's obvious fear, and takes another step closer as he continues in his questioning "Has anyone...anyone at all approached you, in the days and weeks before Graettin's passing, asking questions or making inquiries about the wizard, his tower or the mines?"

[Sillycomic]

The apprentice thinks for a moment. The answer isn't at the center of his mind, but considering he thought he would be the one asking questions and you answering, there isn't a lot that is at the center of his mind right now.

"The mayor did. He came by several times talking about the mines. He's been trying to get them opened up since the gnolls arrived. He asked Graettin and I to clear them, but Graettin refused to help the mayor. He never really said why."

This answer came out in a spurt, the words rapidly coming out one after another until he was done with what he had said.

"Other than that? I'm not sure. Graettin was gone a lot during his last few weeks. I only saw him every other day. He never told me where he went or what he was doing. I was kept around mostly to do research and scribe scrolls for him."

[Darius]

Jax

The last bit piques the half-orc's curiosity. "Research? What has Temon the Apprentice been researching?"

[Sillycomic]

"Mostly the history of the town," Temon feels happy to not be talking about Graettin, or have the weight of Shar's full stare upon him with each question.

"A lot of it was digging through old tomes and journals. There was one half elf that Graettin was just fascinated with named Torullia. He claimed wild predictions about future events. Most people thought he was merely a crazy sorcerer, but from what I can tell at least a few of his predictions came true.

"He lived over 200 years ago, so it's not like any of his work is still just lying around. The best I can tell Graettin was looking for the Torullian Prophecy. A tome or book that Torullia wrote down which predicated a great demon coming to devour our world... apparently in this prophecy there is a way to stop it. I am thinking that's what Graettin wanted me to research. I couldn't find much of anything. The best I got was that during the later years of his life Torullia lived right around here."

[Salbazier]

Elenna put one hand on Shar's shoulder just as he seems to throw another hard question to Temon, "Slow down a bit, Shar." She then turns to adress Temon "Look, there's a lot things we don't know here. We need as much information as possible to uncover the truth. So, if there is anything at all you can tell us, please do so." For a moment, she just stare at Temon's eyes in silent, then she continues "I'm curious, Temon, how long you have been studying under Graettin?"



Diplo check?

[roll0]

EDIT: Woo, a 20. The words are not that good but hopefully she carried in far better way that I (the player) can do :smallbiggrin:

[Sillycomic]

Temon seems much more at ease now. It's as if soothe words raced through his troubled mind. This is where you can see the youth in this boy clearly. He is almost a man, but not quite.

"I wish I could help you. Graettin kept me in the dark about what he was doing though... now I think... if he truly was caught up in something sinister, it was for my own protection. He was a kind enough man. I wish I could have helped him more when he was here."

He rests his hands in his lap, nodding with that statement.

"I have been his apprentice for 6 months now. He took me from the Wizarding Academy in South Paelo. I came up here and instantly went to work searching through tomes and journals. Honestly, I thought most of it was boring. I had been trained to learn the ways of magic and Graettin had me reading accounting logs from Hedgar the Blacksmith or the journal entries of a young Betwin Cordeelain who hated when boys threw worms in her hair.

"Although... come to think of it. Graettin was pretty excited when he saw that Torullia was in the blacksmith's logs. Apparently he had bought some mining equipment."

[Sildereth]

The fighter noticeably calms at Elenna's touch, but still looks sternly upon the young apprentice as his mind seems to be working over the word's Temon just spoke. Many different paths seem to be converging and leading back to the mines.

One path was the prophet and sorcerer, Torullia, who seemed to be searching for something in the mines, and may even be linked to his prophecy...

Also, there is the Mayor himself who certainly has apparent interest there, and wanted Graettin's help, which the Ole Fox refused. Perhaps that was what their argument was based on. And now wishes our assistance in clearing the gnolls out of the mines...

Graettin is also yet another path, who was personally dedicated into investigating and researching the mines above all things...even having his own apprentice assist in mainly nothing else, not even personal magical studies. Graettin was not a selfish man, and must have thought this research was for a much greater good, then for personal gain. Something that may even involve, perhaps endanger, the town itself if not looked into, and looked into with much urgency...
He then rubs the stuble starting to grow on his face as he ponders some more, trying to put the pieces together.
"Damn." He whispers to no one in particular, as he continues his silent musings.

And by Calistra, he even mentioned the mines in his will...what was it he said?

"Look to the mines. If there is an answer to my demise, they will be in the mines."

What in the name of the Abyss did you get yourself into Ole Fox...and more importantly, why was it enough to have you murdered? Shar shifts and turns to look back out the window over Reavin, as if he can actually see the mines from his vantage and then speaks the words out loud "Truly, what in the name of the Abyss..." pauses before speaking "The Mines..." and then quickly following... "Murder..." His mind seemed to almost grasp a common link. “…the Abyss!”

The Torullian Prophecy.
A Great Demon coming to devour the world.
The Mines.
Gnolls.
Murder.

Shar felt the blood drain from his face as his heart raced with this next thought he voiced aloud, looking directly at his companions. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but is it the race of Gnolls that supposedly worship some kind of abyssal demon lord of blood and .....murder?"

I may be "all over the map" here, and my train of thought may be just coincidence, but...I don’t like coincidence mixed in the area of murder. I’m not a sage or bard, but ... I would like to see if I happen to know a small bit on the following:

The name Betwin Cordeelain and basic information such us where in Reavin she lived or if still alive etc (Knowledge Local [roll0] )

The prophet Turullian...basic information...half elf we know...but if maybe still alive? Where did he live in Reavin? Half elves live fairly long if I’m not mistaken... (Knowledge, History [roll1] )


The Torullian Prophecy anything at all...possible last whereabouts of tome or some more info on the prophecy etc (Knowledge, History [roll2] )

Gnolls and their religion (Knowledge, Religion [roll3] )

[Walter]

"Now then," Vaiska whispers to her companion, "shall we see whats happening inside?" She sizes the up the building before her, making mental calculations. How high to the nearest window? Is there cover? Where are the hand holds for climbing? Would I be able to peer inside?

Assuming that there are windows she can reach without much difficulty (DC 15), she'll begin to scale the wall carefully. If she can succeed by taking 10, she will. Otherwise, my roll: [roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Vaiska and Neb

The building is two stories, much like all the other buildings around it. It looks as run down as most. There is a window on the second story, or... more truthfully there is an open hole where a window should be.

An easy climb up reveals the second floor of this building. It looks like it has been abandoned for some time. There is a straw bed at the corner, and the faint odor of rotting hay catches your nose.

There are no lights on anywhere in the building that you can see, and the small layer of dust covering the floors tells you this has been the case for quite some time.

There are, however, a set of footprints in the dust that go in and out of the room. Humanoid, by the looks of them.

Shar, Jax and Elenna

Temon nods his head, "It is said the gnolls are ruled by the Carrion King. They don't all worship a demon god. Some of them worship Erythnul, the god of slaughter..."

[Darius]

Jax

Jax considers what he knows about religious matters and gnolls in particular.

ooc:

[roll0]


He then listens and asks, "Temon the Apprentice, where did 1000 gold reward for finding killer of Graettin Greatwizard come from?"

[Sillycomic]

Temon answers right away, "Cellan Vanhosen. He arrived in the city a few days after the murder. He explained that he knew of Graettin and wanted to help. He gave 10,000 gold to me... to help in any way to find Graettin's murderers. I'm just an apprentice so I thought offering the money up as a reward would be most helpful."

He points downstairs, "He was here in the bar. At least he was when we left. He said he would stay around for a few more days to... tie up loose ends, is how he put it."

[beyond reality]

Neb scrambles up the wall behind his companion


I assume we're taking 10, but just in case, Neb's roll is
[roll0]


Upon entering the room, Neb glances about, sizing up the room and seeing if there's anything beyond the obvious. For a few minutes he attempts silent communication using halfling hunter-sign, but to anyone not born in his noble and proud warrior culture they look mostly like shadow-puppets. Finally he gives up and whispers, "So...tall friend is good at the climbing and the sneaky sneaky, but things always goes wrong and then there's chopping and burning and screaming...at least that is how it always seems to go in Neb's experience. Neb hopes you are as fierce as the wild hedge gerbil, or we both may not survive."


Perception roll for neb, searching the room.
[roll1]

[Sillycomic]

Neb, you notice the footprints that come into this room go over to the moldy straw bed in the corner.

Looking closer you see that the moldy straw is disturbed a little bit, as if someone had hidden something in the bed.

[Sildereth]

Shar continues to look at Temon before speaking again "You seem to know a great deal about these gnolls, boy." Shar says before he moves over to the lantern to dim it to near-extinguished, making the room eerily dark.

My main reason for this is not so much to frighten the boy (although it doesnt hurt)...as it is to see if any are out in the hallway attempting to eavesdrop on our conversation. Im going to keep looking at the base of the door and see if there is a dark shadow there now (or throughout the remainder of the conversation) ...if so, I will immediately move to the door, unlock and open it quickly to see who’s there. (Perception roll~ [roll0] to keep checking the door and on occasion, the window)
Edit: Hah! I guess I am completely focused on the apprentice, and naught else!

"Tell us more you have learned about these gnolls that habit the mines, among other things, that your "research" has unearthed. Speak quickly!"

[Sillycomic]

Despite your constant watch on the small slit in the door, you see nothing peculiar.

"I don't know anything about the gnolls," Temon said, "The mayor was talking about them and what a menace they are. He tried to get Graettin to use magic to remove them but Graettin refused. They've been here for a few months at least... you should talk to the mayor if you want to know more about them."

Once more he looks down at the floor. His shoulders shrink and he is trying hard not to start shaking.

"I... I don't know. My research was boring. Graettin told me to look for two things during my research: more about the town of Reavin and all I could find about Torullia and his prophecy. Six months and all I found was what I told you just now. That's all I know. Don't you think if I knew something more, something relevant that I would tell you? Why... why are you doing this to me? I hired you to find the killers..."

Temon's eyes grew wide and he jumped back from where he was sitting, "You don't think I did it?"

He looked to the door, and then the three of you. He was locked in here alone with all of you, and these hard questions. Panic starts to rise as he breathes in faster.

[Salbazier]

"Relax, Temon. There is no reason for you to panic if you haven't done anything wrong. And no, we did not think you kill him. We are just being cautious by checking everyone. Like I said before we did find hints, but at the same time we know too little to point at anyone."

[Sildereth]

"One last question, apprentice, and I am done," Shar said as he looked unwaveringly into Temon's eyes. "Has anyone, anyone at all...from the mayor to a farm hand, ask you anything about Graettin? It does not matter if it is of great or small detail...anything at all before his death? Habits, patterns, even food or drink that he liked to consume. Anything like that at all?"

[Sillycomic]

"Nope!" Temon says as he stands up as quickly as possible. He heads over to the door, noticing that it's locked and another small twinge of panic rises in him.

"Sorry I couldn't be more help."

he's just looking to leave at this point... you aren't even sure he thought about the question, much more answered it honestly

"Look, I'm staying in room 7 all right. So... you have anything more to add just let me know. Otherwise, we can have all sorts of questions being answered next time down in the common room, where there's more light."

He was about to say witnesses, but his mind couldn't think of that right this moment.

Temon is almost shaking as he tries for the lock on the door.

[Salbazier]

Elenna moves toward the door to unlock it for Temon to went out. "Good night, Temon. Thank you for you help." She says politely.

After Temon went out he adress Shar and Jax "I pity that boy a bit, acting full of fear like that" She chuckles a bit, covering her mouth with her hand "But that makes quite an interesting scene, if only this is merely a story" Returning to a more serious manner, she continues "What do you make of his story? He seems to be quite truthful, but his last reaction is a bit overt. I would expect indignation and furious denial when someoned is being accused of murder. Maybe he just suspect we are going to torture him, though"

[Sildereth]

"Unfortunately, the boy is involved with this dark business, whether directly or indirectly. I trust I was not too hard on him," Shar says as he adjusts a buckle on his armor, "but we needed to know the truth of what Temon knew." Shar opens his door and then turns down the lantern fully, before continuing. "We have learned a good deal, but my appetite for more knowledge is great. We have a good while before midnight. Let us go downstairs and see what other bits of information we may feast upon, before our two other companions return."

[Sillycomic]

As soon as you all step out of room 8, you hear a strange sound from room 7. It is a strange muffling sound, and then a small crash followed by a dull thud, as if a sack of potatoes fell out on the floor.

It is then quiet. If you have not been right next to the door you would not have even heard of it.

At that exact moment, Elenna, you remember something. Perhaps it was the lighting in this hallway or that your attention is drawn to room 7...

When you were going upstairs didn't someone slam the door shut in room 7?

Isn't that supposed to be Temon's room?

You can now hear the shuffling of feet. There is at least two if not more people in room 7 at this point.

[Salbazier]

Mentally kicking herself for not realized sooner, Elenna draws her longbow. She tries to kick the door open so he can get a shot at any enemies inside.


Str check:[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

While impressive, your kick doesn't quite break the door. You hear a large crack, but the door holds firm. You can tell it is locked from the inside.

[Darius]

Jax

Following his companion's lead, Jax lifts his greataxe and moves to the door to room 7. With divine swiftness, a green glow envelops the half-orc as he doubles in size. The floor creaks under his new weight. He gives the door a kick as well.


[roll0]

That is funny

[Sillycomic]

Perhaps it was the floorboards creaking beneath you, but some distraction prevents you from landing your axe down as hard as you would have liked. The door splinters at your weapon but remains strong, preventing you from entry.

Although you do hear a sharp yelp coming from inside. "That was a big bugger. Get him out of here... now!!!"

[beyond reality]

Straw and bedbugs fly into the air as Neb rummages through the bedding. He has found a clue!


If I need to make a second one, here's another perception roll:
[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Vaiska

Underneath the moldy hay you find what appears to be a small treasure trove. These items are all nestled inside the hay and look like they were put here very recently.


You find:

Two potions

a medium masterwork scimitar

A coin purse filled with 89 gold

A bag of what appears to be some sort of dark substance. If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was a drug or poison of some kind.

A locked coffer

[Sildereth]

Shar takes a moment to draw in a deep breath and use all his strength to also attempt to kick in the resiliant door.

Hopefully the door is significantly weaker from the combined efforts of Jax and Elenna. Here goes! [roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Elenna, Jax and Shar

With the combined efforts of all three of you pounding on the door, you all hear the tearing of nails as the hinges let loose and the door itself falls to the ground.

Inside you see a room much the same as the one you just left. There is a simple bed and a chest.

Two dwarves look at you with eager sneers and the blonde haired woman you saw in the bar earlier is just outside the open window. Out there with her is a flying broom. Slumped over the broom is what could only be the limp form of Temon.

"I do want to thank you for asking such important questions," The blonde says as she climbs aboard her broom.

"Saves me the trouble of torturing them out of him myself.... this way I only get to torture him for fun."

With a delightful cackle she rides off into the night.

This leaves you with two dwarves to deal with. The first dwarf is decked out with full plate and has a large steel shield. He rushes to where the door used to be, plants himself firmly and takes a swing with his warhammer at Shar.

*With a sickening thud the hammer slams into Shar's leg for 8 points of damage*

The other dwarf lingers behind his friend (although, even for dwarves they have very similar features, they could possible be brothers). He is only wearing chainmail and has no weapon that you can see. He instead has a satchel at his side. He reaches into this satchel and pulls out a small vial with strange liquid. He drops a pinch of what looks like black powder and throws the vial at all of you.

The vial hits the floor between all of you, exploding and shaking the entire building.

Downstairs people begin screaming.

*The bomb explodes around the three of you, take 4 points of damage.*

DC 15 reflex for half of that.

[beyond reality]

Neb holds up the coffer, examining it, and shaking it gently to see if it sounds like anything is loose inside. "Neb loves little mystery boxes, like an egg but better because there usually isn't yellow goop inside! Much more suspense!"

If the lock looks weak or shoddy, Neb will pry at it with a spare knife, otherwise he'll hand it over to Vaisika to examine.

[Sildereth]

The force of the explosion slams into the three companions gathered in the hallway.

Elenna's Reflex save ( [roll0] )

Shar's Reflex save ( [roll1] )

Elenna attempts to twist away and roll with the blast, but was a breath too late as she is hit fully by the explosion. Shar is even slower to react and takes the blast head on.

Despite the volume and sheer force of the explosion, as if in response, a clear voice rises in answer, singing forth a melody of encouragement to inspire herself and her companions.
Elenna uses her Bardic Performance to Inspire Courage this round for herself, Jax and Shar

[Sildereth]

Shar doesn’t wait a moment longer to react. He slashes down a powerful blow at the dwarf in full plate standing right before him in the doorway, using his greatsword, Myrthelvian.

Shar will swing his greatsword using Power Attack on the dwarf in full plate closest to him (standing in I8), and then take a 5 foot step into H9, to allow others to strike as well.

Attack Roll: [roll0]

Damage Roll:(if hits) [roll1]


Quick Stats:
Shar: AC 21 (t 12, ff 20) HP 22/34 Fort:+4, Ref:+2, Will:+4

Elenna: AC 18 (t 14, ff 14) Hp 14/18 Fort: 0, Ref:+7, Will:+2

[Darius]

Jax

The enlarged half-orc takes the entire brunt of the explosion. The smoke causes his powerful swing to miss its mark and Jax lodges his axe into the door frame. Seeing that he is open to more attacks, Jax moves away from the door to outside the door from room 8 so he will not be subject to further splash attacks.

Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 21/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6(+7)
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 54 seconds)
Bard Song +1 attack/damage

[Sillycomic]

Jax and Shar, both of your attacks are ineffective. The dwarven fighter seems to have decked himself out to not get hit. Your weapons simply bounce of his shield and armor.

The shield dwarf laughs when he sees you all retreating.

He does nothing.

The bomb dwarf will throw another bomb. The explosion once more shakes the very foundations of the building.

*Shar and Elenna take 4 points of damage, reflex 15 for half*

The screaming downstairs seems to have subsided. In fact, there's hardly any noise downstairs except for a very angry dwarf.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE??!!" Terran's voice is unmistakable.

[Darius]

Jax

The half-orc moves to a place that will allow his reach to take a swing at the shield dwarf, but will offer up the best protection against the bombs (ooc: so he won't get hit or get a bonus to saves). He will then try to take out the dwarf as best he can.


[roll0]
[roll1]


Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 21/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6(+7)
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 45 seconds)
Bard Song +1 attack/damage

[Sildereth]

Another explosion rocks into Shar as he prepares to take another swing at the armored dwarf in front of him.

Shar's second reflex save [roll0] Not sure if Elenna needs to make a save, if she moved a bit away from the doorway as she continues to sing.

Shar shakes his head a moment to clear the effects from the blast...focuses on the dwarven enemy before him, and slashes yet another powerful swing down upon the dwarf with his greatsword.

Attack Roll: [roll1]
Damage Roll(if hits) [roll2]

Quick Stats:
Shar:AC 21 (t 12, ff 20) HP 18/34 Fort:+4, Ref:+2, Will:+4
Bard Song: +1 to hit and damage

Attack bonuses with Greatsword: +10
+1 for Bard Song
+1 for Trait(Heirloom Weapon)
+3 for Base Attack Bonus
+4 for Strength
+1 for Masterwork
+1 for Weapon Focus
-1 for Power Attack

Damage Bonuses with Greatsword: +10
+1 for Bard Song
+6 for Strength (2 handed bonus)
+3 for Power Attack (2 handed bonus)

Elenna: AC 18 (t 14, ff 14) Hp 14/18 Fort: 0, Ref:+7, Will:+2

[beyond reality]

Neb gathers up the other items and, moving quietly, follows the footprints out of the room, signaling for his companion to follow.


stealth
[roll0]

[Walter]

stupid classes right before thanksgiving week, that's all I'm gonna say. hopefully i can resume my old posting frequency now that it is over.

Vaiska nods in agreement, and heads after Neb. She had no particular interest in the orc's "treasure," so leaves it all to the halfling. Until they come across something that needs to be unlocked, stabbed, or unlocked and stabbed, she follows the halfling's instruction.

Stealth[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Vaiska

You both step out into the hallway, which is more of a landing for the second story. You can clearly see into the darkened room below. Considering the lavish fireplace in the corner you can only assume this was one a very nice place to live.

At the moment there is a bunch of rubble on the first floor. Remnants of furniture and random wood are thrown loosely around the room. Some of it is piled up so there is a small walkway from the door to the stairs off to your left.

The front door looks barely on its hinges.

The landing goes off into a ladder built into the wall that leads up to a latch.

Nothing else of particular interest in this room, unless you want to go searching through rubble.

There's a couple of other rooms off to your right, both look as abandoned and undisturbed as the rest of the house.

Neb, unfortunately the moment you step out onto this landing you step onto a particularly bad floorboard and it groans very loudly.

At one you hear footsteps above you. There is talking in orcish, yelling down to you.

And then in English, "Jerald... would you hurry up? You're late. I'm starving. You better have brought some wine. I ain't doing another all night shift without something to drink."

[Salbazier]

As she continue to sing the ancient song of courage, Elenna draw on her bowstring. She aims carefully, looking for a safe room to shot. Finding a sliver of chance, she lets loose an arrow toward the shield dwarf.


Atk [roll0] with penalty for shooting into melee, and IC into account
Dmg [roll1]

[Walter]

Vaiska shoots a worried gaze to Neb then darts into the corner on the side of the ladder, motioning for him to do the same

[roll0] Stealth check to hide in a square on one side of the ladder, so as to be flanking with Neb if he does the same.

After getting into position, she pulls her sling from the pocket of her handy haversack and fires it at the first floor, into the pile of rubble -- attempting hit something that would make a loud noise and draw the men upstairs out of position.

[roll1] Ranged attack at the object or square that I think would most make a ruckus, best nat 20 attack roll ever >.<

[Sillycomic]

Jax, Shar and Elenna

Because everyone is attacking from the side, none of your attacks hits the shield dwarf. He is happy to waste a round doing nothing, if you all are happy trying to hit him from around corners. His grin is somewhat seen underneath his helm.

This round there is no bomb that is thrown out of the room.

The shield dwarf doesn't attack, rather waiting once more for someone to be in his adjacent square so he can destroy them.

The tavern below you is quiet now, except for one cursing dwarf that makes his way upstairs. He has an axe out and holds it somewhat defensively as he sees you all in the hallway.

"What in the mines of Meriack is going on here?"

[Sildereth]

As Shar takes a deep breath, both his hands gripping tight his greatsword's pommel, he looks quickly into the eyes of both Jax, then Elenna. He then takes a step into the doorway Shar takes a 5 foot step back to I9...I may have an idea here...or not, depending how luck goes and with a deep rumbling in his throat, cries out "For Temon!" as he slashes a wicked blow at the dwarf.

Attack Roll: [roll0]

Damage Roll: [roll1]


Quick Stats:
Shar:AC 21 (t 12, ff 20) HP 18/34 Fort:+4, Ref:+2, Will:+4
Bard Song: +1 to hit and damage

Attack bonuses with Greatsword: +10
+1 for Bard Song
+1 for Trait(Heirloom Weapon)
+3 for Base Attack Bonus
+4 for Strength
+1 for Masterwork
+1 for Weapon Focus
-1 for Power Attack

Damage Bonuses with Greatsword: +10
+1 for Bard Song
+6 for Strength (2 handed bonus)
+3 for Power Attack (2 handed bonus)

[Sildereth]

Potential Critical Hit:

[roll0]

Additional Critical Damage: [roll1] Alas...not a crit...but a hit at least...lets em know were still in the game!

[Darius]

Jax

Pleased that his companion found a chink in the dwarf's armor, Jax continues his attack.


[roll0]
[roll1]


He wonders where the other dwarf ended up, so he looks and listens for him (and may do something else if he notices).

Quick Stats

AC: 20 (t10, f19)
HP: 21/28
STR: 20, DEX 12, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6(+7)
Condition: enlarge person (2 minutes, 39 seconds)
Bard Song +1 attack/damage

[beyond reality]

Neb quickly moves into position as well, drawing his new axes and making himself ready.


stealth roll:
[roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Ned and Vaiska

Vaiska you slip into the shadows next to the ladder. Neb is seeing what you are trying to do and hides just opposite of you, as he moves he steps on another weak board and a a loud sound once more fills the house.

"What is going on down there?"

You hear footsteps above you as someone comes over to the latch. It opens up to reveal the guard half orc you saw on the roof. He doesn't bother to look down as he descends the ladder.

He looks down at the first floor.

"Jerald?" He asks, hoisting his crossbow up.

he doesn't notice either of you. Surprise round and flat footed if you want it, plus you're both flanking... all sorts of bonuses for this. With any luck you'll drop him before he even knows what happened


Jax, Shar and Elenna

Shar, your weapon lodges into the dwarf's neck. Jax, you move in behind and your weapon finds hold on the other side of the dwarf's neck. The dwarf shakes once in front of you and then falls to the floor. Blood sprays out and pools around your feet.

The room is empty. Jax you stop and try to listen, but there's nothing in the room that you can hear. Outside the bar patrons are sceaming and still running.

There is a large thud, another scream and more running outside.

Elenna, Terran rushes up to you, "What happened here? There someone casting magic or something?"

[Salbazier]

Elenna keep her weapon ready while answering Terran "Explosives. Someone is after Graettin's apprentice."

"Where is the other dwarf?" She asks Shar and Jax.


Hmm, it's done?

Continue singing just in case.

I'll stay outside and let Shar and Jax investigate the room. If the square at the door empties, I'll move there.

[Darius]

Jax

ooc: Can Jax fit into the room?

ic: "Jax of Erastil thinks other thud may be bomb dwarf."

[Sildereth]

"Aye" Shar responds to the priest's observation "but small chance we'll find him among the throng of panicked patrons down in the street." Shar moves to the window regardless, searching to see if he can still possibly spot the dwarven alchemist somewhere in the streets below.

Perception roll: [roll0]

[Sillycomic]

Ooc: Jax, I'm going to say it will take you a round but you can squeeze through the door frame to get into the room.

IC: Terran looks at the darkened walls and the charred floor in the hallway. He gives off a rather large and angry growl and kicks the dead dwarf.

"Who is going to pay for this? I just lost all my customers!"

Shar, amidst the people fleeing the inn and the others on the street trying to get away from the noises you do see halfway down the block the dwarf running away.

It's hard to miss because he's the only dwarf down there, and his outfit is unmistakable. You would say he's about 40 feet or so away from the inn.

[Darius]

Jax

From the assumed signal that Shar has spotted the dwarf, Jax will nod. He says to the owner - "Payment was taken in blood by this one who stood in way of justice. Do not touch him until clues have been found." He looks at Shar and asks, "Which way?" He will then take off using all of his movement to try and track down the dwarf.

[Salbazier]

"If we can catch them we may make them pay you for damage" Elenna lowers her bow and murmur a spells of speed enhancement before dashing off to chase the escaping dwarf.

Cast Expeditous Retreat

[beyond reality]

Neb, already bored and eager for some more savagery limbers up his axe for a swing to the half-orc's nearest vulnerable spot, biting down the instinctive blood-curdling battle-hoot.


[roll0]
damage:
[roll1]

[Walter]

Joining into the fray in sequence with the half-pint berserker, Vaiska lunges at the man.

Drawing the swords at her side, she takes two attacks.
Attack roll 1: [roll0]
Attack roll 2: [roll1]
Damage roll 1: [roll2]; Sneak Attack 1: [roll3]
Damage roll 2: [roll4]; Sneak Attack 2: [roll5]


Attack 2, roll to confirm: 13. I did the roll on the OOC thread.

[Sildereth]

"I see him! He must have made a leap for it," Shar says with enthusiasm, while he sizes up the drop below from the window, "but he is only halfway down the block heading (N, S, E, or W) off on Nugget Way. Follow me!" as Shar also leaps out the window into the street below.

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Vaiska

Your calculated attack did exactly what you wanted. With little more than a groan the half orc crumbles to the ground, bleeding profusely on the floor.

He makes very little noise as he dies.

He is wearing padded leather and has a crossbow in his hands.


Shar, Jax and Elenna

Shar you are running down the street. And Jax... you are either running down the stairs or jumping out a window.

Elenna, your speed is astounding as you run to catch up with the dwarf. He ducks down an alley and you follow easy enough.

You are only 20 feet behind him as he rushes out into another street, heading to go to a tavern with double doors wide open. This tavern looks catered to dwarves, even the sign outside is in dwarvish as well as common. The name of the place is the Miner's Pick

There are two burly looking dwarves guarding these doors.

Ooc: This would be your opportunity to do something, otherwise he will make it inside.

[Salbazier]

OOC:An elf running into dwarves' place...

Stop that person! He's a criminal! Elenna screams to the dwarven guards even as she ran pass the alchemist dwarf to intercept him


uhm, Diplomacy check to the guards?
[roll0]


Figures grabbing is not a good idea for Elenna and the dwarf may react badly if i start shooting one of their kind


Move pass the dwarf somewhere in the front him to block his path toward entry and cast Grease on the ground under his feet.

[Darius]

Jax

Forgoing the subtletries (as usual), Jax runs full tilt and smashes through the wall in pursuit of his foe. He continues on, ignoring the pain from the fall.


[roll0]


Jax continues to chase the dwarf and scowls as he heads toward a dwarven haven. He does his best to help by saying, "What is said is true, for this dwarf has aided in the kidnapping of Temon, apprentice of Graettin."

Quick Stats

AC: 21 (t10, f19)
HP: 15/28
STR: 20, DEX 14, CON 12, INT 8, WIS 15, CHA 8
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +6(+7)

[beyond reality]

Neb nudges the half-orc with his foot a bit to make sure the brute is definitely out, peering up the ladder to check where it leads.

"Neb doesn't remember tall friend, was this part of the plan? Or did Neb do a bad"

[Sildereth]

His mind a maelstrom of thoughts, Shar races as fast as he can to catch up with his quarry. His armor clanging out a wordless, ominous challenge with every stride, people in the street scatter as the fighter continues in his pursuit of the dwarven alchemist. As he turns the corner, a blur of a figure resembling Elenna rushes past him at an impossible pace along the thoroughfare. Behind him, Shar hears the sound of something large crash out the building he just left, and impact the ground with a thunderous tremor. Must be Jax he thinks to himself, a smile forming unbidden upon his lips. Now...to get this alchemist...and to get some answers as well! Shar thinks to himself as he sees the dwarf moving towards the Miner's Pick… with Elenna quickly closing the distance up ahead.

Quick Stats on SharAC 21 (t 12, ff 20)
HP 10/34
Fort:+4, Ref:+2, Will:+4
Bard Song: +1 to hit and damage (if Elenna continues singing...I believe her song is done now as a free action to keep continuing it)

[Walter]

Vaiska shoots Neb a devilish grin. "No Neb, that was definitely part of the plan. Neb did good." She sheaths her blades and climbs up the ladder stealthily, peering into the next room as cautiously and silently as possible

Stealth [roll0]

[beyond reality]

Pausing to consider his recent track record with being sneaky, Neb waits a moment while his companion ascends the ladder, but ready to rush up if it sounds like there's trouble. Instead he prods at the half-orc a bit more, rummaging through his pockets for anything that might be of interest, perhaps a tiny key for the tiny box he found earlier.

[Sillycomic]

Neb and Vaiska

Vaiska, this ladder goes up to the roof. You carefully peek your head. It looks like there is a chair that's been dragged up here from the inside of the house.

There is a half orc with a shortspear that is looking down over the edge of the house. He looks nervous and alert. He is studying something.

He's about 20 feet away from you. He hasn't noticed you yet.



Neb, you quickly pat down your new friend. He has a coin purse that has 6 silver pieces, a crude gold ring and a tiny key that looks like it would fit that coffer you found.

You also hear the front door open on the floor below you.

Someone calls up in a very halfling-like voice, "I'm sorry I'm late!"

And you hear the patter of footsteps coming your way.