Iron Kingdoms (Pathfinder) [IC]

[ninthbit]

Gunner Wadock:
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUzFQhsrL4o/T-IMqsFCRMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hraRViLAXCs/s1600/Gunner+Wadock.png
Synopsis: You have been hired by the Merchants Guild in Fellig to guard a caravan on the treacherous route to Corvis. The journey will take more than two weeks and passes through rocky mountain passes, dense forest, and swampy lowlands. For your services you are to be paid 100 Crowns (gold) each at the end of the trip.

You all arrive as Gunner Wadock, the merchant you’ve been hired to escort is finishing loading his last few crates. The caravan consists of 5 horse drawn wagons with an additional 4 pack horses tied off on the rear cart. From what can be seen, it’s a packed load. The wagons have open tops with several crates tied down and even some chests lashed to the sides. "I’d say ya got about a half-hour before we go. Once the gobbos lash down the last of them crates we’re punching out to Corvis. If you have any last minute needs, now is your last chance. Otherwise, feel free to stow your gear where you see fit and grab a spot. If you got mechstuff that needs charging, get with Jeedem and top em off." He point over to the Gobber sitting in the driver’s seat of the third wagon. "We don’t want your gear going out on the road."

OOC:
At this point your characters have a chance to purchase anything they may need (if they haven't already). Once on the trail, the wagons will be single file as numbered. You can stash gear on the wagons, but you will obviously be required to keep you weapons on you.

Pick where you will be for the marching order for the trip. You can walk, sit next to a driver, or on top of the crates in the back. The first wagon will have Gunner Waddock and his driver up front(another human named Viggo).

Map:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpBVqmvg9J0/T-IMuZc0EHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JpAS9itx9mI/s1600/Act+1+-+Leaving+Town+Map+Grid.png

The trip is two weeks, Jeedem is a bodger who has hacked up a way to transfer charges from a scrapped super-heavy he keeps on his wagon into smaller accumulators. He'll recharge you every few nights.

[MastaBakah]

Caggedar heaves his laden pack onto a shoulder, looking at the wagons in order. As his eyes settle on the third cart, he grunts quietly and moved towards it, stowing his pack and mounting the seat next to it's Gobber pilot.

[Arillius]

James

James shrugged at the offer to prepare some more. He had what he needed and didn't have enough gold to get anything else, so he shrugged his pack in the cart he was directed to do so and waited near the crates in the rear of the caravan. He spent a moment adjusting his shoulder holster for his bow, making sure he had a clean draw, adjusting his hat to protect his eyes from the sun and finally adjusting his belt because he was bored. He didn't say anything, but the way his eyes looked over the others in the group said that he was studying them, gauging their abilities as best he could and deciding how much effort he was going to be putting into this job.

[Valdren]

Alacyr lets his gaze pass over the caravan, nodding absently as he listened to the merchant. After Wadock finishes talking, Alacyr pats his claymore hanging on his back, commenting in his odd accent "No need to worry about such things for me, thanks though."As the others broke off, he noted where they went and made his way between the first and second cart. While waiting for the merchants to get underway, Alacyr shifts his claymore so that he'd be comfortable for the long march. And he spends the rest of the time getting lost staring at a pocket watch, murmuring in an odd language.

[packersfan]

After Wadock finishes talk Caine moves to cart #2 were after checking over his gear to make sure he had everything he need and nothing was left at the Union bunk house, he quickly removes the package he is suppose to deliver from his backpack and puts it in an inner pocket of his jacket. He then grabs his Liber Mechanika and writting tools out and takes a seat next to the driver where he spends to rest of the time looking over his spells and notes he had written in the book and then proceeds to start drawing eary sketches for future constructs he would like to build when he recieves the proper funding.

[ninthbit]

Almost two weeks in, the trip has been relatively uneventful. As the sun begins to start setting, the caravan exits the forest. Rolling through a clearing, it slows to a halt. Gunner hops down from the lead wagon, Gents, can I get you to check out the area, we’re setting up camp here for the night. The easy parts over. We have the Thornwood behind us. It’s Widower’s Wood that causes this to be called the muck-run. We ‘ll have three hard days of swamp ahead of us, then well be at the City of Ghosts.

James and Cagedaar
The two of you find a trail left by what you suspect to be a gorax. From the signs of it, it looks to have been moving towards Widower's Wood. There are occational blood droplets along the path.

[packersfan]

Caine climbs on to of the supplise on his cart and while standing up yells I will keep watch as everyone else sets up and then he pulls out his wand and remains vigilant

[MastaBakah]

Caggedar roars Ware, brethren! There are Gorax about, and wounded. That will make it dangerous.]

[Valdren]

Alacyr checks his watch, and tells the others, "I'll walk the perimeter for the next couple hours. I'll try and stay in sight, or at least earshot. If anything happens, just yell." And with that, Alacyr unsheathed his claymore and made his way a good twenty yards out before starting his stroll around camp, going out about ten yards with every cycle, hoping he'd find this creature before it gets anywhere near the camp.

[MastaBakah]

After assuring his words were heard, Caggedar readies his pole arm and cautiously makes his was along the blood trail, beckoning James to follow (and not waiting to see if he does).

[packersfan]

Checking himself over to make sure everything shinny on his body is hidden and then yellsAy lads, make sure verything sinny is covered up and hidden. I've seen these things tear large men to shreds in a matter of seconds at the fights in the Five Fingers and shiny things only make them more aggressive. than he readies his wand and and greats ready for an attack that may or many not come (ready action)

[Arillius]

James

The rather rugged and ragged looking man sort of hangs in the back of things while everything is going on. His keen eyes help him spot the trail and the blood along with one of the other fellows but, other then that, he doesn't really do or say much. When the other fellow that spotted the trail beckons for him to follow, James nods and goes about it as quietly as possible.

OOC
Going to follow Caggedar with a stealth roll...
[roll0]

[ninthbit]

James and Caggedar:The trail is easy enough to follow back to its source. Much of the waist-high wild grass is broken over from when the beast passed through. As Caggedar follows the trail it eventually opens to a larger area of flattened grass. The area has blood splattered is several directions. From the scraps of flesh and other animal sign, it appears that the gorax killed a wild-boar or two; likely it was just hunting for a meal. The pools of blood have either soaked into the ground or dried, and the flesh bits have flies all over them. The kill shows to have happened several hours ago.

The blood left on the trail was the drips left from the dead swine’s carcass. Any surviving animals from the drove have scattered already. There seems to be little else of interest here.

Alacyr:Alacyr finds nothing of intrest on the other side of the trail. The area seems safe enough to camp for now.

[MastaBakah]

After surveying the scene enough to get the full picture, I look at James, nod, and begin back towards the wagons. Should nothing interrupt me, I continue past, down the blood trail the gorax left.

[ninthbit]

As Caggedar follows the trail off towards Widower’s Wood, Gunner give a call out to Caggedar, If he’s run off into the wood, we don’t be needing to follow. I’m not paying to have you go looking for the trouble. Just be ready in case he returns.

Waddock’s crew sets the camp and starts cooking a meal. As they sit around the fire to eat they discuss the woods.
Gorax eh? I’m not too concerned about a gorax or two. Its them swamp shamblers that will get you. You see, these dark swamps ‘r cursed. Anyone who dies and is left in the Wood will rise up and come after those that left ‘em.

Those are just ghost stories. Swampies been calling this place home since ol Menoth s*** man out his bum. Them blokes die just like anyone else… why aren’t their mates coming kill them if they never leave the Wood? … eh?… nothing to say there huhh?

There not just stories… you can ask the swampies tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll tell you all about them. The driver pauses for a second. I suppose you’re going to say that the Prospector is just a story too. People saw him… people alive today seen him first-hand, putting his gold in the Corvis bank.

Orven?!? Aye he’s real… real dead. No one’s seen that git in over 20 years. Maybe one of your shamblers got em. The second driver chuckles a little.

If not him, then something else in the Wood, it’s not as if it lacks options. I hear his gold is still in the banks vault. No one has ever turned up with the chits to claim it.

The Gunner chimes in as he fixes a serving, You bunch whine like a couple of women.

The men continue on having a casual conversation, eating as they talk.

[Valdren]

Content that his search came up empty, Alacyr makes his way back toward camp. Upon hearing the conversation, Alacyr can only give a crooked smile. He speaks up to them as he finds a comfortable place on the ground where he can keep watch. "Perhaps you should put more faith in ghost stories. In my land, our ghosts are real, and you may find yourself hunted by those you once loved. Though you needn't worry, we mercenaries will protect you from your 'shamblers' and the like." Looking to the other mercenaries, he adds, "That reminds me, does any of you care how we will take watch? I and another can each go split the night, and then catch up on sleep in a wagon during the morning."

[MastaBakah]

I pause in my steps, considering Gunner's words. "My mistake. Zeal got the better of me." I then sit and slowly consume my fill of the evening's meal.

[packersfan]

caine chimes in Ha! I might just try to claim the gold for myself when I get to Corvis. How much do you think in there anyway.

[ninthbit]

Waddock addresses the question of guard shifts, You won't want to be doing that. Tomorrow we'll be in Widower's Wood. We'll need everyone rested and alert. I've lost men just stopping to let them piss. The mist gets so thick you can't even see your dragon.

Go get the gold... Aye, good luck with that. The chits are written on a specially treated vellum and affixed with a seal. You'd have a better chance breaking in. No, the only way to get that gold is to find his mine. Many have tried, most don't return. Legends say it's on the east bank of the Black. That was the gate he was seen coming through.


Edit: changed west to east. Wrote the wrong side of the river.

[OOC]
The Black is the Black river, its the IK version of the Mississippi. Steam boats use it as a major highway for cargo\commerce.

[packersfan]

Grinning Just might just have to try my luck and than getting up and walking to his hammock Wake me, if you need me.

[MastaBakah]

With the table manners of a savage barbarian, I ask the men "This Prospector, do the tails paint him as one who haunts, one who hunts? Or are the tails simply to entice the greedy?

[ninthbit]

As I here it, he's just a man like any other. Bit of a hermit.. secretive and living at his hidden mine. About every month or so he would sneak into the city and deposit his crudely smelted bullion. Then out of the blue, he stopped coming. He's no heirs that are known, so anyone that can produce them chits can claim his holdins.

[Valdren]

Alacyr takes one last look at his pocket watch before stowing it away and getting comfortable leaning against one of the wagon wheels. He clutches his sword as he let's himself drift off to sleep. "Just wait until after the mission to run off for your cursed gold."

[ninthbit]

The next day’s travel takes you deep into Widower’s Wood. The place feels aptly named. As you entered, the black, twisted trees join overhead forming a thick canopy of entangled branches which keeps the air stale and blots out the sun. The entire swampy forest has a perpetual misty fog. With the trees blocking most of the sun and the fog obscuring your sight, the place feels almost subterranean. The trail follows the stiffest sections of ground, but that still leaves the wagons’ wheels the better part of a foot deep in the mossy muck at times. The horses are straining to pull the wagons through. The only sounds are the rattles of the wagons and the buzzing of insects.

OOC:
Limited sunlight\Light fog conditions - The wagons have oil lamps that add some light, but it also brightens the fog. The fog obscures all sight beyond 30 feet, including darkvision (provides total concealment). Creatures 15 feet away have typical concealment (20% miss chance)

[Valdren]

As they enter the forest, Alacyr makes his way about ten feet in front of the caravan. "Let us hope nothing has given way since last you traveled here." He says as he passes Gunner. Staying as dry and unstuck as possible, he keeps an eye out for any natural hazards that may have come about since last anyone passed through here.

Taking a 10 on survival if possible, for an 18
Should we be making perception checks as well? Or can we just take tens on those to help speed things along?

[Arillius]

James

As quiet as ever James peers carefully through the fog, watching for signs of danger. For some reason his bow is still in the harness on his back, when most would have them in hand. Something about the way he sits though, the way his arm twitches as sounds he can't quickly identify, suggests the holstering of the bow is a matter of formality. To make things easier for the horses he has removed himself from his perch on the crates and now walks along side with some of the others.

OOC
Will help with survival if necessary, taking ten for a total of 21.
And, in case you need a perception roll, [roll0]

[MastaBakah]

I seem in oddly high spirit, considering the atmosphere. Taking a forward position and checking the path for snags with Alacyr, I quietly hum a dwarven childrens song about bog monsters to myself.

[ninthbit]

The first day in the Wood is grueling and exhausting. For those that walked, their legs are on fire. The soft muddy ground is slowing you down, and the fog keeps you on high alert. If it wasn’t for gunner and his experienced drivers, you would likely lose the path and get lost.

After a long 11 hour day of driving, the caravan finally reaches a small swampie waypoint. This family of humans have chosen to setup their home on the midpoint of the path; providing travelers a needed respite and a place to sleep out of the muck.

The home consists of two structures. The north side has the "inn", which is really nothing more than a large room with some hammocks and a bricked fire-pit. On the south side of the path is the family home. It’s a small run down shack made from scavenged materials and local wood. The side of the home has a lean-to roof, underneath are strange looking animal pelts and scattered stacks of peat bricks left out to dry.

OOC
Those who walked are fatigued
Fatigued: A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. Doing anything that would normally cause fatigue causes the fatigued character to become exhausted. After 8 hours of complete rest, fatigued characters are no longer fatigued.

[ninthbit]

The next day, as you travel the mist starts to thicken, visibility is hampered even worse. Most of you notice a peculiar smell in the air. Cagedaar is the first to identify it… Gobbers Fog!!! Everyone watch for an ambush. They’ll here somewhere. Look for movement.

As the caravan works to pass the area a loud pop and the wail of a pained horse is heard from the front. Cag and Alacyr turn around to see that several spears gored the lead horse from below.

In Gobberish:
NOW!!!

Suddenly a series of darts come flying.

OOC:

Mud causes half movement.
20% Concealment outside of 10ft
50% Full Concealment outside of 20ft

Who|Target|Attack Roll|Dmg
11|Cag|[roll0]|[roll1]
12|Driver1|[roll2] |[roll3]
01|Driver1|[roll4] |[roll5]
02|Cai|[roll6]|[roll7]
04|Driver2|[roll8]|[roll9]
03|Bodger|[roll10]|[roll11]
05|Bodger|[roll12]|[roll13]
06|Driver4|[roll14]|[roll15]
08|Driver4|[roll16]|[roll17]
10|Driver4|[roll18]|[roll19]
09|Driver5|[roll20]|[roll21]
07|Driver5|[roll22]|[roll23]

Type poison (injury); Save Fortitude DC 13
Frequency 1/minute for 2 minutes
Initial Effect unconsciousness for 1 minute;
Secondary Effect unconsciousness for 2d4 hours
Cure 1 save
If hit from darts multiple times, add +2 to DC for each additional hit.


Gobbers Init: [roll24]


Battle Map:
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebiHZhAvasY/T-h9YYKVdgI/AAAAAAAAALo/-DYkcHNFCzY/s1600/Grid+Map.png

[Arillius]

James

Thanks to the warning, James was ready. The moment the attack began James hands blurred to his bow. It was in his holster one moment and out the next. Any person who had ever used a bow before would probably say James was doing it wrong. He didn't take aim properly and wasn't even holding the bow in the bow exactly right. But something about it, at least in James' hands, seemed to fit together. With shots based as much on intuition as skill, James let fly two arrows in rapid succession.

OOC
No offense, but James would have been in the back of the caravan. And after being fatigued yesterday he'd also be on one of the wagons again, caring less for the horse then himself. XD

From H8, the back of the last cart.
Free Action: Draw Bow
Full round Action: Flurry of Blows, Deadly Aim
Attack 1- [roll0] vs 09 (4 wis + 1 weapon + 1 weapon focus + 1 Point Blank Shot + 1 BA - 1 Deadly Aim)
Attack 2 [roll1] vs 09 (If 09 is dead vs 07)

Attack 1- [roll2] Concealment (21+ is a hit)
Attack 2- [roll3] Concealment (21+ is a hit)

Damage 1- [roll4] (3 Str + 1 Weapon + 2 Deadly Aim + 1 Point Blank Shot)
Damage 2- [roll5]

[Valdren]

Alacyr sighs as he starts slogging his way through the mud, drawing his claymore along the way. "Time to earn my pay." He mumbled as he cursed the horrid terrain.

Double move to S6, drawing weapon as part of a move action

[ninthbit]

OOC

Arillius: I'm fine with the move to H08. It makes since that he'd want an elevated platform. You never rolled James' init, so I rolled it in OOC. With a 6, the Gobbers will go before you. Not much will change. Gobber 09 will drop, and you miss 07, they'll just get to move first.

MastaBakah: Since I have your Init, feel free to delete those two posts if you want to cleanup the IC thread.


Init Order:
High Rollers
Alacyr (posted already)
Caine (pending post)

NPCs
Gobbers
Party (Low Rollers, then it repeats to High Rollers)
Cag
James
Alacyr
Caine

NPCs
Gobbers
Party
NPCs
Gobbers
Party


Once Caine has acted, I'll post the NPC and Gobber Actions, then it's the full parties turn.

[greenpotato]

A new voice springs from the third caravan and a heavily armoured man leaps out. "Time to earn ze dosh!" He rushes at the gobbers with a rather pathetic looking melee weapon.


Advance to A4 and attack 03 if I'm able.
[roll0] to hit and [roll1] damage

[MastaBakah]

I catch a dart in the head an fall asleep.

[ninthbit]

Synopsis of first round:
The gobbers don’t catch you off guard. Most of you are able to dodge the volley of darts while three of the drivers and Caggedar fall to the ground asleep. As soon as the darts go flying, the 12 gobbers make a bee-line to try and steal the crates from the wagons. Going for the easy loot, they start by cutting the chests from the sides of the wagons free.

Two gobbers are caught up by Andrei and attack.
Gobbers 03 and 05 on Andrei (+2 for flanking)
03 atk [roll0]
03 dmg [roll]1d3[roll]

05 atk [roll1]
05 dmg [roll]1d3[roll]

Alacyr slogs through the muck and engages the lead gobbers (01 and 11)
Gobbers 01 and 11 on Alacyr
01 atk [roll2]
01 dmg [roll]1d3[roll]

11 atk [roll3]
11 dmg [roll]1d3[roll]

Caine quickly pulls his reliable pistol shaped contraption and losses two balls of magical energy, unerringly felling the nearest gobber (02-dead).

Gunner Waddock moves atop the crates in his wagon, as a gobber comes into sight, his pistol lets out a loud boom. His round finds its target, hitting him squarely in the left arm (01 hit for 3hp)

One gobber drinks from a vial and his muscles then swell in size as it runs to the cart. Viggo, the lead driver; jumps from his wagon with his sword drawn and swings just a hair too wide (miss on 12).

The other standing driver tries to club the gobbers that have started to raid his cart, but the short thieves are too quick and little for him (miss on 08).

James let fly two arrows in rapid succession. The first arrow hitting its target right in the face; instantly dropping it to the ground dead (09-dead). The second flying just overhead of its mark as the scared creature dives under the wagon(07-under wagon).

Battle Map:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9WGZLJxIrE/T-oDQhWk_JI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HfX4ayr25ng/s1600/Grid+Map+R2.png

OOC: PCs turn. Order of posts dictate order of actions. Inititive doesn't really apply anymore. PCs, NPC, Gobbers... rinse\repeat.

[ninthbit]

Stupid /

Gobbers 11 on Alacyr
11 atk [17]
11 dmg [roll0]

Edit: Gobber 01 slipped and fell on his face

[greenpotato]

"Iz zat all you got?" the newcomer laughs as the goblins bounce off his armour. He swings again at the goblin he struck before.


Attack goblin 03 [roll0] to hit and [roll1] damage

[Arillius]

James

Grimshaw here's the commotion and realizes there are other enemies abound. However, the one beneath the wagon he was on was still a threat. A threat he wasn't about to ignore. James attempts to leap down from wagon. The moment he's on the ground he spins around, dropping to a knee as he does, and lines up the gobber for another shot.

If gobber is there...
The arrow is released to fast to leave any openings in the archers defenses. The longbow, normally with one end pointing up and the other pointing down, is held at an angle to allow him to shoot while on his knees.

Attack [roll0] (8 = 4 wis+ 1 feat + 2 bab + 1 weapon + 1 point blank - 1 deadly aim)
Damage [roll1]


If gobber is not there...
Perception [roll2]
James looks for the gobber. If he finds the sneaky little bastard he'll line up the shot and take it. (See if gobber is there for attack and damage roll)

Edit: A nat 1... geez, that's painful. Hope I don't need James to look for the thing.

[Valdren]

Despite his whole body hurting from the march, Alacyr swiftly brings his blade down on the first little menace.


Fatigued included
Attacking 11
Overhand Chop Attack: [roll0]
Damage:[roll1]

[packersfan]

Caine turns twards the the back moves of his cart thirty feet to B8 and shoots gobbler 03 and 04

rolls:

gobbler 3: [roll0]
gobbler 4: [roll1]

[ninthbit]

Map:
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jePdImi6ijc/T-3epCYl-FI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9x189CCMWnQ/s1600/Grid+Map+R3.png

James lands on the ground, sights the bandit as he tries to cut the pack horses free. Through the spokes of the wheel, James lets an arrow loose that knocks him to the ground.

On the forth cart, the driver is able to land one light blow as they run off with a large chest. Unwilling to abandon his wagon he looks around to make sure no more are comming.

Waddock reloads his pistol. At the same time the fallen gobber (01) tries to scramble and get away, Viggo acts quickly, stabing him as he crawls. Then he swings up on the lead gobber (12), again missing the quick bandit.

With his protection dead and their distraction going on long enough, the little alchemist pops another vial into his mouth and with an unnatural swiftness, disappears running into the fog yelling.

Gobberish:
Times up!!! Fall back!!!

[packersfan]

Caine proceeds to walk around and collect all the dead bodies behind cart two while check on those wounded or asleep.

[ninthbit]

Waddock barks orders, This friggin fog... I can't see s***. Viggo, check on the others and get me a new damn horse. We need to get out of here fast. Then calling to the party of escorts. Keep ready, the little bastards could just be regrouping. With his pistol ready, he begins to asses his losses.

The second driver is slapped awake by Viggo (lead driver). Wake up you blasted fool. There's work to be done. We need to move the horses and repack. Help me get the others.

As Caine collects the bodies, he comes across Caggedar, laying on his side, unconscious, and with a dart in his arm.

[packersfan]

Caine removes the dart fromCraggnars arm and places him in the passenger seat of the the car yelling This one need to be awaken. Caine then goes and proceeds to search the pile of dead gobblers for anything of value.

[ninthbit]

As Caine finishes moving Caggedar, he starts to wake up.

The gobbers are all wearing a foul smelling poncho over their tattered rags. They were wielding daggers made of bone.

While checking the area, a large hollowed out tree stump is found (Grid U11). The core of the trunk is filled with a bubbling liquid while the outside has a hack of mechanical components attached to it.

K.Mechanika DC21:The device is a crude heating element that is boiling some kind of fog producing substance. There's no accumulator. The contraption is being powered by a modified cabolic crucible that consumes potions as a power source. It's tied into a hybrid socket. Both likely scavenged\stolen from someone else. From the socket, crude copper conduits feed into the bowl (hollowed tree trunk).

Craft Mechanika DC20 to disassemble
Components of worth (market value):
Hacked crucible, 5oz capacity: 450 crowns
Hybrid Socket: 450 crowns
Unidentified Potion, 2oz (remaining fuel from inside crucible)

Survival DC25:The gobbers have on an alchemically treated poncho the helps them hide like chameleons. Valuable to a 9th level caster who can typically use a few of them and craft them into a robe that will work for nongobbers.

[Valdren]

Alacyr grumbles in annoyance as the gobbers disappear into the fog. Upon hearing the words of his employer, he makes his way near cart two and keeps watch for any sign of another attack; readying himself to intercept any gobbers whilst the caravan gathers itself up.

[ninthbit]

Viggo checks the other drivers, but two can't be awoken Hey boss, Jeedem and the new guy are both out cold. We can't wake them.

Waddock replies, Damn those gobbers to hell. Viggo, you take the tail wagon. I'll take the lead. addressing the party, Don't suppose any of you know how to drive a wagon? You only need to keep in on the path and match pace. If theres no more trouble we should make Corvis well before nightfall.

[MastaBakah]

*snores loudly*

[Arillius]

James

James shakes his head slowly as he comes upon the small group gathering together. "Unfortunately, it was something I wasn't taught. I'll probably be better used keeping a watch out for the gobbers return anyway."

Even as he speaks, his eyes are scanning the fog for the shadowy forms of the ambushers. His tone is low, indicating that he is also listening closely.

OOC
Perception [roll0]

[packersfan]

Hold up Waddock I'll be ready in a second just have to disable the duhicky the gobblers made. Pretty low tech, but might be useful.

Caine get to work on dismantling to contraption

Rolls[roll0]

[ninthbit]

Just be quick about it. As soon as that horse is lashed in, we'll be setting off.

Caine
After emptying the contents of the crucible into vials, the contraption shuts down. To save time, you quickly hack the salvagable parts free.
Once the pack horse has been tied into the lead wagon, Waddock goes over to the wagon Caggedar is sitting in. I need you to drive this wagon until that lazy bastard wakes. It's easy enough. This one pulls left, this one to the right. Oh, and don't fall asleep on me. He jests, poking a little fun. The biggest one in the Wood, and a tiny little gobber knocked you out with a dart... haaa!

Lets get the hell out of this muckhole. I want to get into Corvis in time to unload this gear and get a few drinks.

[packersfan]

Caine throws his scrape in the of Cagg's cart and gets into the passenger seat its ok Waddock I makes sure this one stays awake

[MastaBakah]

I wake at the flailing of the drive job that is being done to the wagon "Gods, son, didger mother never tell ya how to speak ta ponies?"
I attempt to assist the wagon piloting
[roll0]
and fail miserably

[Valdren]

Alacyr takes one last long look at the fog before he gets in the caravan. Tired of trudging along and confident that Waddock can navigate, he picks the cart with the most valuables lashed onto it and grabs hold of the back. While riding, he keeps his sword in one hand while he holds on with the other.

[ninthbit]

As the orgun tries to drive the wagon, he slowly is drifting to the right of the path. He pulls on the reins to correct the animal, but his massive strength is to much for the horse. It's head jerks to the left... the wagon quickly follows and gets caught in the muck on the other side of the trail.

Good grief man... You're trying to direct the horse, not break its neck. Waddock gives a quick class on how to work with the animal as they work the wagon out and back onto the path. See.. like this.. you need to be gentle.. but still firm and in control.

CaggedarRoll again, DC15 Handle Animal. this time with a +2 Circumstance bonus from the lesson.

[MastaBakah]

[roll0]

I attempt to apply the suggestions from Gunner... and still fail miserably... I then get out and lead the horse on foot.

[ninthbit]

Waddock bellows out in laughter as the wagon, which was just freed from mud on the left side rolls over and into the right side. Haaa... Well, maybe that's the best way for you then. Apparently the caravan lifestyle is not for you. I'd say your in the right profesion, but you didn't really do that to well either. You're just having a hell of a day aren't you.


[After about two hours]

You clear the swampy morass of Widower’s Wood. The black twisted trees part, and the ever-present mist finally thins and clears. Ahead of you is Covis, City of Ghosts. A low wall surrounds an impossibly dense mass of stone structures. Marble spires, toppled with gold, burst through the fog and smoke at street level, reaching for the heavens. A tangle of bridges and arches ensnare everything in a stony grasp.

Gunner Wadock raises his voice to be heard over the creaking wagons. We'll be first off to see Father Dumas at the Church of Morrow. We have quite a few crates of his. He can tend our wounds and hopefully wake these two ingrates. Once we’re there I’ll mark your papers so you can collect your pay.

As you approach the city gates, there is sign posted that highlights the major criminial offenses and their punishments.
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Corvis Images (your entering from the NW gate):
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[Valdren]

Alacyr looked in awe as he entered the city, unable to help his reaction as he entered. Even though it has been some time since he took up the mercenary life, he still found such major cities powerful to behold. After a moment, he composes himself and keeps an eye on any loose gear in the wagons, just because they were in the city doesn't mean he could relax.

[ninthbit]

After the caravan enters the city, you all pass through the Merchants 'Bourg. One of the more noticeable shop is an arcane emporium with the shop owners name on the sign "Garworth's". In the main window there is an aquarium with a a fat bullfrog in it, next to it is an old scribed sign that reads "WARNING, Here sits the last man to try and shoplift"

Rolling on, You cross the Black River on a massive stone bridge that looks to be hundreds of years old. The bridge is so wide and long that two towers pierce the river at each third of the river crossing. It connects over to the industrial 'bourg. An area full of industry with steam engines and river powered paddle wheels driving large factories.

This 'bourg is mostly a bridge weaved archipelago. After several small bridges you finally reach the Church of Marrow. Once you roll up, Waddock gets off his wagons and chocks the wheels. If you gents could give me a few minutes, I'll get Father Dumas so he can take a look at those two. They've been out for a while.

A few minutes later, Waddock returns with Father Dumas, as well as two of his fellow priests and an attractive young teen girl wearing a white dress. The girl hangs back while the priests start to help Waddocks other crew unload their crates. Waddock and Father Dumas continue a conversation that started inside the church. It got to be some kind of poison. Those damn swamp gobbers jumped us as we we're just about out of the Wood. They've been out for over two hours. You should of seen these boys make work of them though. Before I could even reload my pistol those little bastards were buggering off, diving into their mud holes.

Father Dumas takes a look at the two. Yes, it's likely poison. I've been hearing about this lately. Apparently they have some kind of aspiring alchemist brewing up something new there. Its been getting worse the last few months. They'll be fine. You said it's been about two hours. They'll likely wake within the hour.

The priest takes a look at the crew of mercs, then back to Waddock. So you say these guys can handle themselves pretty good?

They made easy enough work of those gobbers alright.

Gentlemen... What are you're plans while your in town? I may have a proposition to offer you.

NPC Images

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The young girl
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[Valdren]

When they reach the church, Alacyr hops off the caravan to stretch his legs. It was nice to finally walk on solid ground. He paid little heed to the two men talking, preferring instead to let his gaze cross the city architecture. But when the priest addressed him and the others, Alacyr shrugged and responded, "When I'm done here, my plan is to grab a bath and a good meal, and then look for more work. If you think my sword can be put to use, then I can be of help."

Turning to Waddock he quickly asks, "Do you need me to help unload?"

[packersfan]

Hoping down off his cart Well Father, I have to cash in my pay for this trip and then deliver a package to the union house. Unless they have another task for me I'll be more than happy to accept your proposition

Walking to the back off his cart assembling his gear and looking back at Waddock Waddock, where do I collect my pay?

[ninthbit]

Waddock:
Naa, no need. My boys have it. I'd hate to have to dock you for breakage.

Then addressing Caine. Pays easy, I'll take care of those contracts right now. Just get me your papers and I'll sign off on them. While the party hands over the employment contracts Wadock gets a small lock box out. After unlocking it, he pulls out a fountain pen, wax stick, lighter, and seal stamp. He then fills a few check boxes noting your exceptional service and professionalism, signs, and seals the contracts. Just take these to the guild office over in the merchant 'bourg. I hope our paths cross again.

Ohh, and Caine. The mechs and steamos have two main locations. One down by the docks so they can keep the 'jacks running. The other is the main factory, its by the Black river bridge we came in on. Who's the package too?


Father Dumas:
Ive heard of a disturbing pattern of grave robberies from my congregation. Several parishioners have reported them. Over the last month we've had at least seven. With the Longest Night Festival coming soon I haven't been able to get any results from the city watch. It's disturbing me. There will be a lot of people here visiting to celebrate. This kind of news can hurt the community. Hopefully its just simple thievery, but they've even occurred at the Eastern Boneyard. There's nothing to steal there.

[Valdren]

Alacyr stows the paperwork in his coat, and nods to Waddock, stating "Maybe those swamp goblins will remember us and stay away fully next time." Turning, Alacyr adresses the priest "So, what exactly would you need us to do? I can pull a few nights of guard duty until your city has the festival. Unless you have an idea where the body thief is?"

[ninthbit]

Well at this point I don't know whats going on. Some of this is just rumor I've overheard. Some has come from friends or family of the deceased. All I have to go off of is this. He reaches into his pocket to remove a slip of paper and hands it to Alacyr.

Sylva family & Monsonata family, Northern graveyard
Gadock family, Family farm, Outside eastern gate.
Sunbright family, Sunbright estate, Southern Corvis
Hopless family & Burkett family, Eastern boneyard
Fullet family, Family farm, North of city



The young girl seems to grow a little impatient. Uncle, you said you had something for me.

Ahh yes. Excuse me. Gunner, were you able to get it.

Now father... have I ever let you down. We have it. The young miss just needs to wait her turn. It's in there pretty deep. Alexia, you don't need to wait. I'll have one of your uncle's men bring it to your room. With that, she smiles and bounces off back into the rectory.

Sorry about that. Women in their teens can't be made to wait. I've tried. As I was saying. I really don't know much yet. That is what I was hoping you could help with. Unfortunately I'm not exempt from the needs of the festival. I just don't have the time to check all these locations.

[packersfan]

Pocking the paper and grining It was good doing buisness with you Waddock turning toward to the good father Well we can't guard every place at once. Is it possible to get a map of Corvis and the surronding area so we can make to location of each graveyard and maybe we can find a pattern.

[ninthbit]

I don't have one to give, but there's one in my office if you would like to have a look. Gunner are we done here?

Yup. Viggo just got the last one off and your man took care of the paperwork. It's going to be a while before I'm back this way, but you know how to get a hold of me if you need something special. Always happy to help the church.

Your a good man Gunner Waddock. May the Prophet watch over you.

Well, I have to get a few deliverys knocked out. If you have anything left on the wagons be sure to grab it real quick. We're heading out. Men, its been a pleasure.

Ok... Map of Corvis. If you would follow me to my office I can show some of the more well known area.

If you go to his office:
Here we have it. Corvis, "City of Ghosts". Merchants that plied the Black River and Dragon's Tongue founded the city some 900 years ago. It's right at the edge of a natural harbor where the rivers meet. These pioneers believed that trade from the rivers would drive the growth of a city, and they were right. They had a rough time of it at first, but that didn't last too long. Today over 100,000 souls call it home, and thats just the official census. May others also call it home. Corvis is a bit of an island of civilization in the middle of the roughest part of Greater Cygnar. To the west, on the Dragon Tongue you'll reach Point Bourne, and eventually it ends all the way out in Five Fingers.

Being built in a swamp, space is precious. The people here tend to build up rather than across. Down at street level, lost in the mists, are the rough stone structures of Old Corvis. Built on top of them are the elegant spires of New Corvis, home to the merchant elite. In between are shops and homes of good regular folk. All this mess is connected in a maze of ramps, bridges, canals, and tunnels that would drive even a dwarven engineer crazy.

Map:
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Industrial 'bourg
Northern Graveyard
Church of Morrow
Waterfront
City Hall
Park
Courthouse & Jail
Armorers ' bourg
Arena
Merchants 'bourg



Don't let the orientation fool you, north is to the left. He points to where the Church is (3) Here we are now. The Northern Graveyard(2) isn't too far from here. You already passed through the Industrial 'bourg(1) getting over here. The main waterfront (4) is really the heart of the city. It feeds into the Merchants 'bourg(10) He continues on showing a few other locations. Lets see here, what else am I missing... ahh, the Sunbright estate. They are a wealthy family, they would likely live over by the park. As for the couple outside the city. They shouldn't be too far. Few hours at most. You should be able to ask around the farmers in those areas. They could help you find them.

So does this mean you may be able to help me?

[packersfan]

looking over the map frowning Nothing looks common in the placement looking up at the good father Father, I am most intrested in this matter, I just have two more questions. First, what were taken from the graves, and secondly, are any of the parties invovled related to each other in some way? For example, relatives or buisness partners.

[ninthbit]

I haven't seen any of these sites for myself so I can't really say what happened exactly. I'm just hearing that graves are being disturbed. It's a large city with a lot of people. It hasn't really caught anyone's attention. Of the seven, only three are within the main city. I've been meaning to get over to the Northern Graveyard. A Mr. Gum Brocker is the care taker there. He would likely know more about what happened.

[Valdren]

Alacyr checks his watch and comments, "I'm sure we have time to go check out the graves themselves. Are there any graveyards that haven't been touched?"

About what time is it, anyways?

[ninthbit]

Corvis has no shortage of burials sites. There must hundreds of family tombs throughout the city. The vast majority who pass in the city are currently laid in either the Northern Graveyard or the Eastern Boneyard. Farmers like to have sites on their own land. Keeping the family close and all.

Valdren:
If he looks at his pocketwatch: 16hours 23minutes
The sun has been setting at about 17:30 since the winter solstice is just about to occur. The nicer areas of Corvis that you've seen so far have street lamps.

[MastaBakah]

"It seems to me that we have too little information. It would be wise to discuss the events with the families. Are there any among them whom look unkindly towards *ahem* non-human among us? If so, mayhaps we should divide ourselves in the morning, and seek what clues may be found."



Edit for bad punctuation/consistency.

[packersfan]

Looking up from the map I agree we should visit the caretaker tonoght and then in the morning we can visit the families.

[Valdren]

"The sun will be setting soon, I suggest we hurry on our way to meet this caretaker. Hopefully he will be receptive of us at a late hour like this and he won't think of us as grave robbers scouting the area." Alacyr says as he motions toward the door.

[MastaBakah]

"Indeed." I rumble as I walk back towards the rest of the wagon train.

[ninthbit]

Cagedaar: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that here. Corvis isn't some close-minded hamlet. We're called home to a variety of races.

Alacyr
Though I can't say I've ever met an Iosan who looked quite like you. But I also have to admit, I've only met two and they could have been sisters for all I knew. Blacksmiths of all trades. They worked in a kind of silver, light as a feather but just as hard steel. I can't for the life of me remember what it was called.

In anycase, I should think you men would be fine in that respect. Do you all have accomidtions arranged yet? With the festival approching you'll likely find most placed filled past capacity. I can gladly offer you room and board for your willingness to help.

[Note: The wagon train left when you went inside.]

[Valdren]

Alacyr looks confused for a moment, before getting a slightly mischievous grin. "Sorry, I'm still not perfect with your languages, I was talking about showing up in the night to bother the man while he might be asleep or working. Though, if someone has a problem with my Nyss heritage, they can take it up with my 'Nyss heritage'." He says as he pats the scabbard on his back. He seems to be joking, but he puts definite emphasis upon the word 'Nyss' when he says it.

Alacyr seems to take on a more professional manner when he adds, "More importantly, yes, I'll gladly accept payment in room and board. We'll be back soon enough." And with that, he follows the large Ogrun.

[packersfan]

Thinking the offer over I'll accept your offer father. I think a priest quaters will be far more comfortable then a bunk at the union house. Then caine walks outside to the rest of the group. Ok guys I'll might you at the graveyard I really have to go and deliever this package or I could be in some trouble Then Caine walks as hastly as possible to the union house

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union Factory
Finding your way to the union shop isn't that difficult since you passed the area on the way in. Once you get there, a scribbled sign is posted on the door. It reads "Temporarily closed due to biannual mantenance of industrial equipment." On the bottom it is has a small line "Local staff only: use the side entrance."

Rest of the group: Heading to the graveyard
DC15 (K. Local, K.Dungeoneering, or Survival)To prevent from getting lost, at least 2 members must succeed one of the listed checks. Since the Corvis urban environment can be complex to the point on dungeon-like at times, roll a D20, plus whichever skill has the highest bonus.

[packersfan]

Caine walks over to the side entrance and knocks hoping someone will answer.

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union Factory
As you approach the door you hear a lot of loud cursing and metal banging. After a minute or so from knocking, a ruff looking Midlunder cracks the door. You're not from the 18th... Who are you? What’s your business here? Can't you see this shop is closed? We obviously aint hiring right now. He's holding a voltaicly charged rod. Small bolts of electricity occasionally leap from the bifurcated tip.

[Valdren]

As they leave on their way to the graveyard, Alacyr turns around a few times to try and get his berrings in the daunting complex of roads and pathways. "So we should go.... this way, right?" He asks the others as he points down a road.

Will edit post if needed
Survival:[roll0]

[MastaBakah]

"No, my friend, I believe it is this way"

1d20+3

[packersfan]

A little taken a back by the midlunder Yes, I'm here to deliever this package to the Corvis Union Hall Caine than takes out the package.

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union Factory (When the party is split, precede the post with who and where.)
The door swing open. Well why the hell didn't you say. Get in here quick, before someone see ya. He grabs the strap to Caine's pack and pulls him into a large break room, slamming the door and locking it. Oh we've been needing this. Where's it at. We got word it was coming. I wasn't expecting you for a few more days. Shops been shut down for weeks.



Rest of the group: Heading to the graveyard
With the tall building, multiple levels, and never ending archways, Alacyr begins to get disoriented and loses his sense of bearing. Luckily Caggedar's time with the ogrun and dwarves up in the mountains of Rhul have him accustomed to complex urban environments.

[Valdren]

As he nods to Cagedaar, Alacyr runs a hand through his hair as he grumbles some incoherent words before commenting, "That was one nice thing about my homeland, everything was snow fields. Much easier to find your way. Lead on then."

[ninthbit]

Cagedaar and Alacyr: At the Northern Graveyard

You finally reach the Northern Graveyard. You suspect that it is most likely the largest site in Corvis. There is a vast expanse of headstones, crypts, and tombs; all crisscrossed by narrow winding paths and dotted with scrawny bushes and trees. In the center of the graveyard is a tiny stone building. The setting sun has made it dark enough that you can see that it is lite from within, either candle or lantern by the way the light flickers. The only person visible from the entrance is a tall man, standing over a headstone in the distance.

[packersfan]

Caine by himself

Taken aback by the the violent nature of the midlander I have the package, but whats wrong with the fact that someone sees me delievering this package

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union Factory
Ya don't know whats in here do ya. I suppose a greenwrench like yourself wouldn't get told. Why risk a leak. Well, you're gonna see so I may as well tell ya. It's a degremulatron. We've been infected with them pesky little blighters. Somehow they got into a scrap store room and the infestation spread. Leave anything mech, clock, or steam here. We have them isolated to the shop, but there's too many for conventional extermination. If the rumors about this thing are true, ya gotta see this thing run. It should be beautiful.

Before they enter the shop, he removes the accumulator powering his rod. It's an unusual configuration. A glass cylinder with brass framing. Inside, it crackles with blue lightning. He puts it in the device Caine delivered, sets a few dials and then throws one of three levers on it. The small box starts to give off a low hum as an energy field forms around it.

Ohh, those little **** are gonna get it so good. Come on, check this out. He then heads off into the shop with a smile.

[packersfan]

Clapping his hands to together and laughing Ohh, now this is gonna be fun.

Caine also pulls out hiswand just in case.

OOC: how much xp did we get for the first fight with the gobblers

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union Factory


From the breakroom, as you pass through the doorway to the shop you feel yourself pass through an enchantment protecting the portal. Once you enter, you can see the extent of the shop’s disrepair. Piles of scrap are scattered everywhere, metal is pitted and corroded. You don’t see a single cat, a rarity for a steam shop. They usually have several, acting as sentries to stop rats and gremlins. You’ve heard rumors about gremlins, but have never actually seen one for yourself.

What you suspect is the shop’s foreman, takes the device to the center of the large room. He configures it to match the size of the area, Ya ready for this… it should be something. He then pulls the second lever… nothing happens. The box just starts making a quiet tick sound. Hmm… I expected more. Then, a moment latter at the top of the box, a little probe extends from within to about six inches high. Oh… here we go. The ticking starts to accelerate till its almost a solid tone, then BWWWWAAAAAAAA…. An expanding ring of energy shoots from the probe, dissipating into the walls. All around you, you see tiny little gremlins. There must be over a hundred. Most are merged; several are goofing off, one particularly fat one is peeing into the chest cavity of a ruined steamjack. They all turn to you, painfully aware that they can be seen and that something is up.

Oh... Thats not good.

[Valdren]

As Alacyr approaches the tall man, he tries not to glance at all the headstones. As he nears him he asks the man, "Are you the grave keeper here? Mr. Brocker, if I can remember correctly. We were told he could help us with some questions."

[ninthbit]

Cagedaar and Alacyr: At the Northern Graveyard

Once you get close enough you realize he's wearing armor and is armed. He's wearing a cloak over it. Mr Brocker? He laughs a little at. No, not him. Names Julian.. Julian Helstrom. Old Gummy has already finished up for the day, he's up in his shack. He points over to the building. He looks at the elf and orgun inquisitively. If you don't mind my curiosity, but what did you need him for?

[packersfan]

pointing his wand and backing towards the door Umm, what now boss man. Shoot or run?

[MastaBakah]

Cag spreads his arms out slightly to his sides, attempting to lessen any mennace he may be presenting (and probably failing miserably)

We've been asked by Father Dumas to come check on the man. The Father was quite concerned about him.


Bluff check if necessary
[roll0]

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union FactoryAs the horde starts to rial up, the foreman pulls the third level. The box's gears are spinning away inside, letting out a light high pitch sound just on the edge of human hearing. The gremlin hoard wenches in pain holding their ears. Lets get some cover, this could get messy. As the two mechaniks move to a safe distance the box is lost into a dog-pile of gremlins as they swarm at the box trying to destroy it.

The tone continues until they are all balled up together. Ok... here it goes. The dog-pile suddenly explodes with storm energy. Several waves of arcing electricity fry at them. After a short moment, there isn’t a single one left in the pile alive.

Haaaa!!!!!! That little contraption was worth every damn farthing. It looks like its gotten them all. Hmm... I don’t suppose I can get you to help me clean up this mess. All the mechs have been working the other shops since the infestation. It got so bad we just sealed her up and wrote off the losses.

By the way… Malek. Malek Blackburn. I’m the shops lead wrench. I'm guessing that since you had the package you must be Caine. Welcome to the 18th.

[ninthbit]

Cagedaar and Alacyr: At the Northern Graveyard

Father Dumas sent you? To check on Gum? That hardly seems likely. He turns, making sure that you get a good view of his military pistol.

In a more demanding tone he asks again. Let's try this again... What's your buisness here?




He's not currently in full armor, but he does have the pistol and a clearly mechanikal sword.

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[packersfan]

Yes Mr.Blackburn, I'm Caine Calvirt. I suppose I could help for a little, but I must leave with in the hour. I have to deal with something that the church has asked my help on. Caine then goes and works on cleaning up the shop.

[Valdren]

Alacyr, seeing the veiled threat, decides to just be blunt about it, "We're here about the grave robbings, the father offered us room and board if we helped in any way we could. The grave keeper may have helpful information, so we're going to see him. But, if you have information, than we can talk to you first." He looks to his comrade and adds, "Most likely, we'll be doing our best to physically, and permanently, stop these thieves of your dead. If that's okay by you."

[ninthbit]

Cagedaar and Alacyr: At the Northern Graveyard

Ahh yes, that. I'm the watch captain in the part of the city. Father Dumas brought that to my attention earlier. My superiors said to let it go. It's a nearly victimless crime compared to some of the other happenings, gang wars and such. I'm glad he didn't let it go.

Well, in any case, you'll want to catch Gum before he gets too liquored up. The man does like his drink. I was just leaving as well.

As he walks away you notice that the name on the headstone is "Caroline Helstrom". From the dates and epitaph you conclude that this is the grave of the watch captains wife.

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union FactoryMister? I said my name was Malek. He says jokingly. I got enough of that formality crap in the service; we keep it a bit informal here. Working for the church? Man of faith huh? Which one that be, gears or ghosts? Can’t really say I subscribe to either, but I’ll admit, when I’m in a bind I’ll pass my requests to any that’ll hear ‘em.

[packersfan]

Sorry, Malek, and I'm not true sure which one is the right way, I mean Crysiss has the knowledge, but Morrow was the religon I grew up with and welll, old habits die hard. Well anyway Malek I need to be going and meet up with my group. I will make sure I stop by whenever zi can to check on the shop's progress. Caine shakes Malek's hand and then leaves the shop, hoping he can make it to the raveyard before his friend's leave.

[MastaBakah]

I move with purpose to the keeper's home, pounding on the door with unrestrained fervor to assure the possibly drunken man can hear him. As I do so I bellow loudly
"Mr. Gum! We would speak with you before your spirits take you to your sleep this night!

[ninthbit]

Caine: Union Factory (in route to Graveyard)
Malek scoops the last shovel full of gremlin bits into the back of a wagon. Sorry, I just figured that since you said you were working for a church… you know. Well which one are you working for? In any case, you’ve been huge help. Swing back by some time, you seem like you could handle a wrench.DC15 (K. Local, K.Dungeoneering, or Survival)To prevent from getting lost. Since the Corvis urban environment can be complex to the point of dungeon-like at times, roll a D20, plus whichever skill has the highest bonus.

Cagedaar and Alacyr: At the Northern Graveyard
You hear an old man mumbling curse words as he gets the door. A grumpy ill-tempered haggard old man opens the door. You're left wondering how something so frail can possibly do the level of manual labor his job requires of him. Eh.. What in the hell you banging... He pauses as he sees his odd looking guest. Hmm... you kinda small for an Ogerun? He asks calmly, mispronouncing the name. He shakes his head a little and resumes his discontent demeanor. Any case, I ain’t got no damn drink. Friggin ran out. So unless you got something that’ll quench a thirst I got no use for ya.

[Valdren]

Alacyr, watching the captain walk away and then looking to the grave, is brought back to the present when he hears the banging. He hurries to catch up with Cagedaar, though staying behind his large companion. Alacyr chimes in from behind, "Then you won't help us find who is robbing graves?"

[packersfan]

Ohh, no Don't worry about it. I'm only doing it because it's work, but Father Dumas just wants us to cheack up on somethings before the festival. Nothing really to worry about. Well I'll try to stop by tomorrow to help get the shop in working order.

Knowledge Local: [roll0]

[ninthbit]

At the Northern Graveyard:
You're here about that? It was weeks ago. I already cleaned up the mess. I don't know how I would be able to help.

You get a sense that he's withholding something.

Caine:
Since they almost got lost and had to back track a little, it took Alacyr and Cagedaar much longer to get to the graveyard than you to the shop. Having no issues getting to the graveyard from the shop, you get there pretty quickly as well. You arrive to the gates of the graveyard just as the two take their next actions. From the gate you can see them at an open door.

[packersfan]

Caine slowly walks over, being observant of the conversation taking place.

[Valdren]

Alacyr looks the man dead in the eyes, glaring at him a bit before rather harshly explaining, "I'm sure you did, but father Dumas insisted we look in to the problem. And seeing as me and my friend aren't going to just leave it at that, you should really help up. The faster you do, the faster we can leave you be."

[MastaBakah]

"And the faster we can assure that whatever is being done with the 'parts' doesn't come back to bite anyone in the liquor soaked pants. Litterally."

[ninthbit]

Or else what? You gonna beat an old man in his home because he minds his own damn business. Why should I stick my neck on the line here? What's in it for me?

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