Curse of the Crimson Throne [Edge of Anarchy] [IC]

[Name_Here]

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You never saw who slipped this harrow card onto your person. Whoever had done it was beyond slick. Maybe you found it when you opened up your purse nestled in among your small pile of gold which was all still accounted for, maybe you found it when you took off your boot after a long night's work slipped into your sock. However you found it and you you felt the need to go. Not only did you want to gain the information to strike out at Lamm. maybe you were angry that somebody was able to bypass your usually well honed defense against pickpockets, maybe that was what intrigued you. No matter your feeling on the summons you found yourself going deep into Old Korvasa to 3 Lancet street.

Upon entering you find the cozy chamber within this small home is filled with a fragrant haze of flowers and strong spice. The haze comes from several sticks of incense smouldering in wall-mounted burners that look like butterfly-winged elves. The smoke itself seems to soften edges and gives the room a dream-like feel. The walls are draped with brocaded tapestries, one showing a black-skulled beast juggling men’s hearts, another showing a pair of angels
dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. A third tapestry on the far wall depicts a tall hooded figure shrouded in mist, a flaming sword held in a skeletal
hand. Several brightly-colored rugs cover the floor, but the room’s only furnishings are a wooden table covered by a bright red throwcloth and several elegant tall-backed chairs. A basket covered by blue cloth sits under the table.
The first PC to arrive at Zellara’s home finds a simple note on the table, weighed down with a stone paperweight.

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[Name_Here]

Those who eat the bread or drink the wine will find them to be both a little stale and not of the greatest vintage but filling and not befouled in any way.

[Hatter]

Hock was the first to arrive at the house. He gave the insides of the house a quick glance though he didnt pay much attention to it, seemed like a normal house to him.

Hock found the note, read its contents with great difficulty and turned his gaze upon the food. Hock was many things but picky was not one of them and food.. who doesnt like food? Hock helped himself to the food, he didnt care... he was hungry.

[skypse]

Braaga arrived there late in the afternoon. The woman in his dreams had told him about a great opportunity that will rise in the following days. He didn't know if that was it, but he really hoped that it could be his chance to salvation. His life had not been the same since that foul and fortunate at the same time day, when he managed to escape. However he never told anyone about it and that fact alone, enhanced his thoughts of this being his opportunity.

He enters the house and finds a big muscular man eating and drinking. He seemed familiar but he wasn't sure if he had seen him before.

So this is him? This is the writer of that note. But how did he pass me that? He is too big to go unnoticed!

His thoughts filled his mind as the eyes of the two Half-Orcs met. Braaga seemed lost but his mask covered any expression.

Hi there! I guess you don't need my name since you knew how to find me. However may I have yours?

[Hatter]

Hock shook is head with a mouthful of food so big that his cheeks buldged before violently forcing it down his throat. "No, Hock na' send note. Hock follow note." Hock said, looking a bit confused as he stared at the other half-orc before reaching in his belt pouch and pulled out a very rough and crumbled version of the note. "Spend long time but Hock read it! Na' ask anyone ta help read!"

Hock got out of his chair, quite a massive creature, really... even for a half-orc. He grinned and offered a pan sized hand to the other with a toothy grin. "Me name Hock!"

[Lord Of Mantas]

As he walked down Lancet Street, Gahariet kept looking at the Harrow card, over and over again, his mind in turmoil.

At first, he had dismissed the appearance of the card, believing it to be another random scrap of paper not unlike the many that periodically materialized and bopped him on the head. Then, his eye drawn by the design, he had picked it up and examined it in more detail. One quick request to go out for the day to Alka later, and he'd been off, gripping the shaft of his quarterstaff tightly.

Lamm. That was a name he had not heard in some time. Not since the day some of his men had beaten him half to death for the paltry amount of coin he'd had on his person. Not since the day Alka had found him.

Not since the day he'd found out what the true meaning of his curse, and his blessings, were.

Tentatively opening the door, Gahariet walked in to find two half-orcs in mid-conversation. One was built like a stone wall, the other thin and wearing a mask that hid his features. Clearing his throat, Gahariet spoke.

"Erm... pardon my asking, but did you two happen to get a Harrow card with a note on it as well?"

[altona]

Lamm. A name he has been hunting for. A mysterious clue seems all to easy. Most likely a trap. As Wim makes his way to the address he steels himself for the inevitable fight that is about to follow. Rolling his shoulders and loosening up as he walks to what he expects to be both an ambush and gods willing his death and the one who murdered his beloved.

Pushing the door open with the certainty of a man walking into his death. The masked creature is the first to draw his attention What a ghastly assassin. Shouldn't they blend into a crowd? An odd group. So what are we waiting on?

[skypse]

Braaga is confused with all the new faces around him, he watches the huge hand of the man in front of him.

Hello, my name is Braaga. It seems like our guest is late. Or maybe it was just a prank after all...

[Hatter]

Seeing that the other Half-Orc did not take his hand, hock grunted before looking at the other two.

Letter on table says we eat an' wait. Hock eat an' wait. You join Hock.

With that being said, the Half-Orc sat back down while gesturing for the others to join him with his massive hand and setting his note on the table next to his ale.

Hock gonna cut Lamm up good. Hock gonna chop 'im up like por'chops... Ya.

[Lord Of Mantas]

As Hock motioned for everyone to sit down, Gahariet joined them at the table, nodding by way of greeting. "The name's Gahariet. Pleasure to meet you all."

At Hock's rather... forward statement of intent, Gahariet could not help but be taken aback. What would cause such vehemence? "What did Lamm do to you?"

[Phasm]

"He took my nephew." A half-elven woman stands in the doorway, clad in dark brown studded leather armor. Long black hair tumbles down her back unbound, and her vividly blue eyes are grim. She holds up a Harrow card; the Big Sky, displaying two slaves breaking their chains. "I assume you are all here for the same reason I am. Call me Gianna." Using her real name is a bit of a risk, but 'Gianna' is a fairly common name in Korvosa. "Do any of you know who might be responsible for this... meeting?"

[altona]

I'd like to know that myself. It seems we may have a common enemy. I came here suspecting an ambush. So you'll excuse me if I pass on the food and drink. What better way to remove enemies then poison.
Wim continues to survey the environment cetainly that something more sinister lays in wait.
Hock is it? It seems you and I may have a bit of competition when it comes to ending Mr. Lamm.
Walking the length of the room before finally settling with his back to a wall and as advantageous a view of the rest of the room as possible.

Apologies. It's been... People call me Wim.

[Name_Here]

As the awkwardness of new conversation leaves as well as the belief that armed men will come bursting in begins to ease the door opens and a small attractive Varisian woman in middle age walks into the room.

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Thank you all for coming to my home. My name is Zellara and it is a pleasure to finally be able to speak with each of you. Please let us all be seated

With that she sits down at the table and produces a deck of Harrow cards and begins idly shuffling them. Those of you who are trained in slight of hand recognize that she is exceptionally skilled in manipulating the cards as they dance and spin across the table she is probably a fortune teller a very common occupation in Korvasa. All the well practiced tricks of bedazzlement and card play meant to add to her mystique and supposed otherworldly knowledge.

Everybody not trained just sees that she is very skilled with the cards. After everybody sits or makes it clear that they will not be seated she begins talking about why she brought you all here.

“Thank you for coming, my friends, and for putting up with my unconventional method of contacting you. I have reason to remain hidden, you see—a terrible man would see great harm done to me if he knew I was reaching out for help. This is a man you know, for he has done something terrible to each of you as well. I speak, of course, of Gaedren Lamm, a man whose cruelty and capacity to destroy the lives of those he touches are matched only by his gift for avoiding reprisal. You see, a year ago, his thieves stole this, my Harrow deck, from me. It is important to me, an heirloom passed down through a dozen generations, and also my sole means of support. When pickpockets stole it, my son, Eran, tracked them down. The thieves were in the employ of Gaedren Lamm, and in reward for finding them, Gaedren murdered my son.
“I sought help from the Guard, but they turned me away. And so I asked around. I paid bribes. I consulted my Harrow deck for advice. And recently, I was rewarded—I found out where Gaedren dwells. He can be found in an old fishery north of here at Westpier 17, where he trains his abducted children to be pickpockets and counts his stolen treasures.
“And now, I need your help. I cannot hope to face this man on my own, and the Guard moves so slowly that if I were to go to them, Gaedren would certainly know of their coming well in advance. Even if they did arrest him—what guarantee would I have he would be punished? This criminal has evaded the law for decades. But you know of these frustrations as well, for word on the street has it that Gaedren has wronged each of you, too. So there we are. It is time for him to pay.”

[Hatter]

Hock grunted and pointed to the jagged scar across his throat.

Hock used ta work fer 'im when Hock was Lil'. Lamm cut Hock's throat an' leave Hock ta die. Hock gonna chop 'is head off!

The Half-Orc slammed a fist down on the table then offered a big fang-filled grin at the others before noticing the new woman come in. He turned his attention to her and when she finished her tale, he said..

Tell Hock where ta go. Hock smash! Hock chop! Hock set 'is hideou' on fire!

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet stared at Hock and Gianna as they each revealed their reasons for wanting Lamm dead, and at Wim as he echoed Hock's sentiments. For a moment, his omnipresent kind face was almost turned to one of shock as his composure gradually dwindled, but he managed to regain it - though close observation would reveal it to be a tad forced.

It was at this juncture that Zellara made herself known, and Gahariet kept an open ear as she shared her own tribulations. Reaching out a hand, Gahariet offered her a small smile - but it was laced with eyes of steel.

"I can't imagine what it must have been like for you. For all of you." Gahariet turned to the others. "I'll admit my run-in with Lamm was rather paltry by comparison. But, there's one thing to be glad about here, I reckon. We're all here now, and if he's as slippery as you say..." Gahariet emphatically nodded. "You have my staff and my spells, such as they are."

Gahariet turned back to Zellara. "Anything you can tell us about his hideout? I'd rather not go in there blind."

[skypse]

Braaga stood quietly as he heard the others talking, sharing their experiences with Lamm and how they have affected their lives. His facial scars started to pain a little bit more, his depressed anger coming back to the surface for his early years. He has matured and his scars matured with him.
You seem like someone who has serious reasons to have his revenge on that scum.
He breaks his silence, his mask facing Zellara and his black eyes glowing weirdly from beneath it.
I take it that you will come with us to his hideout then?

[altona]

Hmph The laugh almost slips out of Wim's mouth before a smile spreads across his face. They are all idiots! This is all to easy and convenient. Surely we are going to die.
A tragic story to be sure but how can we trust you? You say your son is dead, and for that whats left of my heart goes out to you, and your Harrow Deck stolen. Yet here you have your harrow deck in hand. You claim its your sole means of support yet you live much better than any harrower I have ever seen. You send us to our likely deaths so be straight with me, What is your angle? And don't tell me you don't have one. This is Korvosa everyone has one.
Wim's eyes stay locked on this "fortune teller" as he awaits his answer.

[Name_Here]

Zellara answers the questions in turn.

"Unfortunately no I don't have any more information about the goings on in the fishery. My inquiries have only led me to the door not beyond. And I will not be able to accompany you into the fishery I believe I would only be a hindrance to you because I would be unable to defend myself. However I could provide you with a small boon. A Harrow reading free of charge of course which may forewarn you of dangers within and how best to avoid them. I'm afraid I can provide no more than that.

Turning to Mono she says

I have no reason to want you dead and every reason to want to see you succeed in killing Lamm. With Lamm dead my son will be avenged and my family heirloom will be restored to me. All I ask is that you return my Harrow deck to me anything else you find in Lamm's hideout is your's to take as well as vengence against Lamm for your own reasons.

[Hatter]

At the mention of a Harrow reading, Hock filled with pure excitement, drumstick still hanging from his mouth, the Half-Orc immediately responded to the offer

Oh! Hock likey Harrow readin'! Hock wanna readin'! Hock wanna know if Hock 'er gonna meet a nice lady!

[Phasm]

By now, Gianna and her friends are desperate. Who knows what might be happening to little Paolo? Desperate enough to take this woman's offer, shady as it might be. And there's a simple enough reason as to why this harrower has a deck yet says she lost hers. Varisian fortune-tellers set great store by their decks, often passing them down through generations. Doubtless the one she is holding is a new one; not as good as the deck she got from her grandmother or whoever, but good enough to get the job done while she's looking for the old deck.

"I accept, both the job and the Harrow reading." She looks around at the other people gathered. "Perhaps we should tell one another about our skills. I am a trap and stealth specialist. Please don't go knocking down doors or trying to break chests open until I've had a chance to look for traps and try my tools." Gianna pats the hilt of her rapier. "I also know how to hold my own in a fight."

[Hatter]

Hock grinned at Gianna and flexed a massive bicep Hock has muscles! Big muscles! He said, his eyes darting between all the different people around.

Hock good for liftin n smashin. Hock does it 'er day at home!

[altona]

This is unbelievable. Wim begins pacing back and forth impatiently

A Reading? You actually put stock in this rubbish? Fine so be it. As for my skills? Ive got a keen eye, a light foot and I am about as skilled with this blade as that one, nodding his head in Hock's direction, is enthusiastic about... everything it seems.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Oftentimes, when to diametrically opposed personalities clash, the result is as acid or base, or matter and antimatter. So one would have expected it to be with Gahariet, the eternal irrepressible optimist, with Wim.

However, having been already taken aback by the sudden events of the morning and the earlier reactions of the others, and steeled by his commitment to helping the others, Gahariet just turned and smiled at Wim.

"Come now! It's not very nice to insult someone's profession, or their motives, especially when they've gone out of their way to be a decent host. Besides, if it was a trap, I'm sure it would have been sprung by now." Turning to Zellara and the rest of the group, he spoke. "I would also appreciate getting a Harrow reading. Anyways, I'm... I work at the local shrine to Desna. I'm not so great at being light on my feet, or out on the front lines of combat. But I know several useful spells, as I stated earlier - and I know how to talk to people. If you need to have someone talked down, healed, or disabled-" Gahariet held up his hand, showing a brief shimmer of fabulous color within, "I'm your man."

[skypse]

What do you mean you cannot defend yourself? You have magical powers right? Otherwise how can we know that your readings are accurate and not some rambling of a woman who lost her son and got crazy afterwards? This thing seems more and more like a trap from Lamm. He wouldn't risk trying to trap us here, in an unknown environment. He is the type of bastard who likes to have control over everything.

To the others:

I possess magical powers for healing and protection and I can also cause trouble to my enemy's mind. I am not a fighter neither melee nor ranged and I suck at traps. However I have extreme senses of hearing, sight and smelling. I can tell if someone is around us just by his scent, as well as follow someone.

[altona]

Finally someone with a bit of sense in their head!

To be fair I didn't insult her, I mocked the supposed power of a reading. If she is comfortable taking money from people just by flipping cards and pretending they mean something, good for her. Her profession ranks right up there with professional card players. Let us be honest, which is likely to put Lamm in the ground? A harrow card or a blade?

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet remained silent for a moment, but then replied. "The blade may be quicker, but I was always told you shouldn't just dismiss other ideas out of hand. Or, as they put it, 'never underestimate the power of lateral thinking.' In any case, it can't possibly hurt us, regardless of whether it's true or not. And really, in a world where the gods themselves grant man power and adventurers go around slinging arcane energies like a child's toy, who's to say they don't have a little power?"

[Name_Here]

Zellera gives the deck one last shuffle before taking 5 cards off the top

The first step of a harrowing is the choosing. Each of you will choose your fate for that is not something that can ever be decided for you.

Hock draws first revealing the Avalanche.

An apt description of you I believe. When all around you seem to have lost their way it will need to be you who plows forward.

Gianna draws next revealing the Rabbit Prince.

The Rabbit Prince places speed above all else. Swiftness is a powerful gift to have but wise men remember that not every tool is called for in every situation

Wim draws the Juggler

The Juggler speaks the truth especially to those who don't want to hear it. Never turn to the easy lie over a hard truth

Gahariet draws the peacock.

A surprisingly on the nose card after your display. But the peacock is sure in what it is while the others lose their purpose.

Bragaa draws the final card the Cricket

The Cricket is a wanderer and a free spirit. While some see high walls and armed guards and a haven the cricket always remembers that can also describe a prison.

Collecting the cards back into the deck she deals the cards 3 by three in front of her before revealing the left most three one at a time. Revealing the Fiend, The Tyrant and the Cricket

Beginning with the past because we must learn about ourselves before we can hope to progress. We draw the Fiend and the Tyrant which represent salvation from calamity and a parental figure bringing pain while the Cricket in the Evil position meaning that one of you was brought here by a journey that has gone poorly.

Next she begins flipping the middle row revealing the Sankebit, the Dance and the Theater

Next we have the present to show us what we have not been able to see till now. The Snakebite means that there is some discovery that you are overlooking. The Dance usually speaks of Harmony but right now it is mis-aligned and speaks only of discord and Chaos running rampant while the Theater in this position foretells of a momentous happening. It speaks of somebody receiving everything they have dreamed of and being destroyed utterly by it.

Finally she flips the final row revealing the Trumpet, the Uprising and the Paladin.

The Trumpet is a declaration of power for you all. For even though you don't have the power to change the plans you will be able to shape the outcome. The Uprising is a true match meaning that in the near future there will be an overwhelming groundswell that will cause a great deal of damage before it abates. and finally the Paladin tells of people attempting to stand fast in the face of adversity and it being their destruction. With that the Harrowing is concluded. The cards have spoken and you only need listen and allow them to guide your way.

After the Harrow reading Zellara asks politely for you to leave it has been a trying day for her and she will be retiring early. Those of you who wish to contact your people find out that the information she provided is good that Lamm is indeed hiding out in the old Fishery along with his "Little Lambs" they seem to be running some kind of business providing fish slurry to farmers for fertilizer, to fishermen as chum and bait and to taverns as a kind of appalling stew.

[When you hit the fishery there is very little that can stand in your way. As a group you strike down a human alchemist and a sadistic gnome, the little lambs scattering as their tormentors fall, however the young Paolo is not among those that run off before making your way to the lower level of the fishery dropping down a hole onto the under pier and making your way into Lamm's lair.

The air in this large room is somewhat chilly and stinks of the river,no doubt thanks to a huge opening in the floor that drops awayto the river shore five feet below. Several pilings emerge from thewaters to support the roof above, with mossy ropes slung between them. In two places, rusty manacles hang from the ropes over the water. Two five-foot-wide walkways cross the hole’s edge to the other side of the chamber, where a collection of old cabinets, lockboxes, and piles of clutter are strewn about. Chipped porcelain plates, a cracked goblet, badly rusted silverware, an old wooden shield with a crossbow bolt embedded in it, the odd dinged helm, and other “treasures” litter the floor of this entire chamber. Three tables, their tops heaped with additional clutter, stand amid this mess, while just west of that a wooden door seems to provide access to a walled-off section.

Lamm and a mean looking half-orc stand waiting for you as you enter the room ready to defend what is his.]

[Lord Of Mantas]

*** Half an hour earlier... ***

Gahariet fidgeted.

Waking up that morning, he would never have dreamt about hearing of Lamm once again, let alone setting out to end him. And yet, here he was, in the company of four others, all of whom had greviously wronged by him, trudging toward the docks of Korvosa with a singular intent. It was a very somber mood, and Gahariet was not overly fond of somber.

Looking over the group, Gahariet decided to try opening up a conversation. "So, um, Gianna. Exactly how does one go about becoming a stealth and traps specialist?"

[altona]

As Wim walked the streets with the the eternal optimists it was hard not to be excited about getting his hands on Lamm. He shakes his head excited wasn't the right word, but really what was. Its something he had been after for so long. The silence is broken by Gahariet making small talk.
Oh course that ones the talker.

I imagine it happens about the same way one becomes a blithering optimist... Practice. Practice. Practice.
Wim flashes him a smirk.
I'm sure the brick wall would agree. Glancing over at Hock Isn't that how you got so good at smashing Hock

[Hatter]

Hock grinned at Wim, flashing his sharp teeth at him without any shame.

Hock smash good. Hock help friend keep shop safe. Maybe yer friend been smashed by Hock. Tryin ta steal from his friends shop.

With that, Hock let out a booming laugh.

Jus' kiddin'. Hock likey grumpy lil man!

[altona]

Oh Hock. See that is the advantage of being so small. We're harder to catch and harder to see. And you've heard the term bigger they are the harder they fall?

Perhaps the big oaf isn't all bad after all. Not that it will matter since we wont live to see the sun rise.

[Hatter]

Hock grunted and placed a heavy and calloused hand on Wim's head.

Hock big but Hock dun' fall no more. Dun' worry lil' man. Hock keep ya safe like brick wall. Hock gonna chop an' smash an' burn dis place down. Ya jus' watch Hock do it! Hock wun' fall again! Hock wun' get 'is throat cut again! Did time Hock cut Lamm's throat an' carry 'is nuts aroun' in leather pouch!

The half-orc threw his fists into the air with a highly motivated

RAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[altona]

Really his nuts in a pouch. Eeesh, thats messed up. Im all for stabbing the son of a bitch in the heart and watching the life leave his eyes, but balls in a pouch... Those are all yours.

[Phasm]

Gianna just smiles in response to Gahariet's question. "Just as Wim said, a great deal of practice. Granted, it's not precisely what I envisioned myself doing when I was young, but it does pay the bills." She grins. "And it's a challenge! I do love a challenge."

As Hock demonstrates his strong connection to his inner orc, the half-elf edges away slightly. Oh my. Well, at least he'll make a good distraction! "Hock, you don't know where those balls have been. They might make you sick!" Not to mention Gianna. And Wim, he's looking a little green around the gills.

[Lord Of Mantas]

"Just as Wim said, a great deal of practice. Granted, it's not precisely what I envisioned myself doing when I was young, but it does pay the bills. And it's a challenge! I do love a challenge."

Trying to distract himself from Hock's rather graphic threats regarding Lamm's gonads, Gahariet focused on replying to Gianna. "I can't say that working for a shrine was what I envisioned doing when I was younger, either, but I mean that in a good way. Granted, studying all the texts and such is hard - I was never exactly a model student." Gahariet rubbed the back of his head. "But it's still fun, and when it's time for magic lessons... those are a blast. Alka's always said I'm a natural." A little spark jumped between his fingers. "Of course, now that I've gone and jinxed myself, but an extra body is still an extra body."

[Hatter]

Hock gonna get trophy. Come, we go ge' 'em!

The Half-Orc stomped off in the lead, aiming directly at Laam's hideout.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Seeing Hock determined to proceed on with business, Gahariet gripped his staff and followed after, taking deep breaths to steel himself for the inevitable.

[altona]

Well here we go.

Wim rushes after Hock, not wanting to let the brute kill Lamm first.

[Name_Here]

When you hit the fishery there is very little that can stand in your way. As a group you strike down a human alchemist and a sadistic gnome, the little lambs scattering as their tormentors fall, however the young Paolo is not among those that run off before making your way to the lower level of the fishery dropping down a hole onto the under pier and making your way into Lamm's lair.

The air in this large room is somewhat chilly and stinks of the river,no doubt thanks to a huge opening in the floor that drops awayto the river shore five feet below. Several pilings emerge from thewaters to support the roof above, with mossy ropes slung between them. In two places, rusty manacles hang from the ropes over the water. Two five-foot-wide walkways cross the hole’s edge to the other side of the chamber, where a collection of old cabinets, lockboxes, and piles of clutter are strewn about. Chipped porcelain plates, a cracked goblet, badly rusted silverware, an old wooden shield with a crossbow bolt embedded in it, the odd dinged helm, and other “treasures” litter the floor of this entire chamber. Three tables, their tops heaped with additional clutter, stand amid this mess, while just west of that a wooden door seems to provide access to a walled-off section.

Lamm and a mean looking half-orc stand waiting for you as you enter the room ready to defend what is his. Over the water dangles one of the little lambs though none can see his face from this angle

[altona]

Wim, blade in hand darts past his new companions, and down the length of the room looking like he is going to come in for the kill on the man that has cause so much hurt, but right as he is in range with his blade he makes a diving roll behind Lamm. You have cause so much pain. Its time its returned to you, with interest.

Double Move, Acrobatics to move past Lamm without provoking [roll0]
The first attack against me I will use a panache and my aoo to use opportune parry and riposte [roll1]
If that parry succeeds (beats the attack roll to hit me) the I will proc the counterattack
[roll2]
Damage if hit [roll3]

[Hatter]

"HOCK SMASH!!!!" Hock charged towards Lamm with a great amount of rage in his eyes and with a mighty swing of his greatsword, he aims right for his opponent's head.


Rage: +4 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution, +2 morale bonus on Will saves. takes a –2 penalty to AC Class.

Hit: 1d20+1+6

Dmg: 2d6+9

[Hatter]

((OOC: That didnt work... how bout this?))

Rage: +4 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution, +2 morale bonus on Will saves. takes a –2 penalty to AC Class.

Hit: 1d20+1+6

Dmg: [roll0]

It's not rolling the d20....

[Name_Here]

Hock charged in battering past Lamm's defenses scoring a number of small hits on the bitter old man.

"Who even are you people? If you wanted your property back I would have been happy to have the lamb who stole it beaten for you.

He then spits a large hack of Phlegm onto the ground continueing.

However if you're here cause I killed your precious child or whatever I don't remember who the pathetic little urchin was nor do I care so spare me that speech.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Not being quite so intent on Lamm's head as the others, Gahariet took a look around the room when he entered - and stood shocked at what he saw. Down in the pool, below the little Lamm dangled so callously, swam a monstrous alligator!

"Alligator in the pool!"

Calling a warning out to the others, Gahariet grabbed his staff in his left hand before snapping up his right arm. His palm wide open and facing forward, he then folded down his thumb and fifth finger before channeling a burst of divine power into his hand and supinating his forearm.

"<COLOR SPRAY!>"

With a quick incantation in words lost to the ages, a marvelous thing happened. A bright burst of light emanated from Gahariet's hand, a rainbow of colors with all the majesty of the night sky, a truly awesome display for all who beheld it... except for the crocodile, whose eyes it quickly barreled towards.

Move action to G5.
Standard action to cast Color Spray. The Gator must make a Will Save of 15 or be subjected to one of the following effects:


2 HD or Less: The target is unconscious, blinded and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.
3 or 4 HD: The target is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.
5 HD: The target is stunned for 1 round.

Additionally, for the purposes of determining the target's (the gator's) Hit Dice, Gahariet has the passive Revelation of Awesome Display, which means that the Gator's total number of Hit Dice is reduced by 4.

[Phasm]

Gianna waits for Hock to go first- the half-orc is the ultimate in distractions- but gets caught behind Gahariet. Once the man has cast his dazzling spell, she edges past him and races toward their foes. Ah, thank you Braaga, you and I can pincer Lamm nicely! The rogue waits until Lamm's attention is on the two half-orcs, then lunges to pierce him in the kidneys with her rapier.


Lovely lovely flanking! :smallbiggrin: Move to E2 and sneak attack Lamm.

Attack: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1]
Sneak attack damage: [roll2]

[Name_Here]

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As Braaga rushed in it brought him near Lamm who lashed out with his dagger missing both with his reflexive strike and his follow through.

Hey there ugly let's see how big and bad you look after I guy you.

The now giggling Half Orc brought his flail swinging around hitting Braaga

Damage roll
1d8+3 10 damage

The color spray washed over the crocodile breaking something deep in it's reptilian brain. With an enraged hiss it begins moving in at Gahariet launching itself up out of the water sinking it's teeth into his ankle.

dealing 11 points of damage

The alligator tries to hold onto Gahariet to drag him back down into the water.

succeeding with a 14

Gahariet is dragged down into the filthy water with Lamm's pet Alligator.

[Lord Of Mantas]

It all happened so fast.

One second, the spray of color had washed over the alligator. The next, it had leapt out of the water, completely catching Gahariet off-guard and dragging him down into the depths.

Unable to cast any of his spells, Gahariet desperately aimed a gauntleted fist at the Crocodile's eyes...

So, after a quick consultation of the rulebook, it turns out that not only do divine spells still have components beyond a focus (contrary to what's displayed on the wiki), and not only would the Concentration check be freaking ridiculous, but both Color Spray and Sanctuary have somatic components. So, I have basically only one option left.

Attack (takes -2 penalty from grapple): [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

...and of course I roll natural ones. Because why wouldn't I. I swear, I had better not die on the first freaking encounter. :smallfurious:
Unfortunately, with the wild jerking of the reptilian beast's head, his swing went wide.

"HELP!"

[skypse]

Braaga gets the hit by the Half-Orc's flail with great force, almost loosing the ground under his feet. Seeing how he is in an unfortunate position and hearing his companion being drowned by the monster in the pool, Braaga jumps behind to get better positioning and starts chanting a spell. He then touches himself and a force field appears around his body.

5 foot step to D2
Standard action: Mage Amor on myself.
Unregistered action: Activate Scarshield (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/races/other-races/featured-races/arg-orc/scarred-witch-doctor-witch-orc): +1 Natural AC for 1 minute. AC=17 now

[altona]

Hock! Smash that gator! Smash it like you've never smashed anything before. The situation had turned just as dire as Wim had expected, but even faster then he had anticipated. The hope that he would be able to convice one of them to swing at him hadnt worked out, but now it was going to take some work to save these fools.


Lashing out at lam

if crit [roll1]
reg damage [roll2]
crit [roll3]
5ft Shift forward


Hey you ugly little bastard, I just put a hole in your master and my blade is covered in his blood. If you dont stop me, Im going to kill him and it will be all your fault


If Lamm moves into flanking on me he will be priority to counterattack, hopefully otherwise the counter comes on the HO.
Parry
[roll]1d20+6
Counterattack
1d20+8

[Hatter]

Hock rushes past Gianna towards the gator with a mighty roar, splashing into the water "Le' go Hock's friend, ya big dumb lizzerd!"



Move to F4

Hit: 1d20+7

Dmg: [roll0]

[Phasm]

Gianna curses in Varisian as Gahariet is dragged into the gator pool, Braaga gets hit, and that perfect flanking position is shot all to hell. Oh well, nobody ever said vengeance was easy. Hock shoulders her aside with a roar, leaping into the pool after Gahariet. Okay, that's one problem solved. Unless that's a dire alligator or something, it's dead. She carefully makes her way around the corner of the pool in pursuit of Lamm and thrusts at him again.


Move to D3 and attack. Sadly, I can't see a way to get a flank.

Attack: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1]

[Name_Here]

Hock's hit overwhelmed the bloodlust in the Alligator snapping it's attention away from the Oracle in its jaws and focusing it on the more pressing matter of its continuing survival. The gator slipped under the water and began swimming away diving deeper into the water.

[roll0]
[roll1]

However in his beserker rage Hock lashes out again with his blade killing the gator.

Lamm moves so that he and the giggling half-orc surround Wim

"I don't know who you jerks are. But beating you is going to be like beating a child. And I've gotten very good at beating children"

Lamm said as he lashed out with his dagger.

[roll2][roll3][roll4]

However quick as a whip Wim parries the blade, his counter attack taking Lamm through the chest.

[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]

"I never even did anything wrong to you jerks" Lamm said, one last hacking cough leaving his lips as he dropped to the wood of the pier dead.


The giggling half orc also brought his flail down trying to take the young duelist out of the fight.

[roll8]
Dealing 7 points of damage

[altona]

Too busy dodging the mace to relish the moment of life leaving Lamm's eyes.
You'll never hurt anyone again either. Wim says looking down at the man that had fueled his revenge for so long. And you, you buffoon, do I need to finish you as well? Spinning and looking at the half-orc. Moving to towards him, hoping to keep his eyes locked on me as I move to the corner, allowing Gianna to slip into position.


Shifting into the corner then intimidating.
[roll0]

[Lord Of Mantas]

As the enraged half-orc bisected the offending reptile with his axe, Gahariet barely managed to bring himself under control, the adrenaline at nearly dying sending him into a state of hyperawareness - and hyperventilation, as a manic smile plastered itself on his face.

"I owe you one!"

Not stopping to say more than that in the heat of battle, Gahariet scrabbled at the side of the pit, trying to pull himself up.

Looks like we may have won here, if we can just take down that last half-orc...

Gahariet will first attempt to climb up onto the edge again (to G2) and draw his crossbow. Attempt being the operative word.

Climb: [roll0]

In the unlikely event he succeeds, he will take a pot-shot at the half-orc.

Attack: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Hatter]

Hock too made for the ledge, his barbaric rage seeming to have worn off for a moment before the sight of the half-orc going after Wim threw him over the edge of sanity once more.

"HEEEEEYYYY!!!! YA LEAVE HOCK'S FRIEND BE!"

Hock dug his hands into the wall and attempted to lift himself up out of the pool.

Climb
[roll0]


Provided that Hock was met with success, he would gain a tight grip on his sword and rush towards the half-orc with full force, swinging his sword in a deadly arc aimed for Giggle's head.

Power attack
Hit
[roll1]
Dmg
[roll2]

[Phasm]

And just like that, Gaedren Lamm is down. Gianna hopes he's not dead; how will she get Paolo's location out of him if he is? Not the time to think about that. The half-elf runs forward a few steps, flanking the giggling henchman with Wim. As soon as the half-orc turns away from her, she strikes!


Move to D5 and sneak attack Giggler.

Attack: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1]
Sneak attack damage: [roll2]

[skypse]

Braaga's scars fell their last pain with the sight of Lamm falling to his death by the duelist's sword. His spirit now calm, with no reason to fight, yet stronger than ever. He walks by the side of the pool to help his swimming companion, chanting some words with a hidden smile. Words that his mentor taught him in her late years. He suddenly turns to the bodyguard and stares him in the eyes. His sight going through the huge half-orc's soul.

Move action to G2 to help Galadriel
Standard action: Evil Eye Hex, DC 15, targeting the Half Orc's attack rolls. -2 for 7 rounds if your save fails, -2 for 1 round if it succeeds.

[Name_Here]

"HUR HUR HUR. Looks like Giggles just got a promotion. I think I'll rename the orphans to my little chuckles. HUR HUR HUR" Giggles said even as Braaga's evil eye dulled his movements. "Just need to kill you all and dump your bodies into the slurry. HUR HUR HUR"

He brought his flail swinging around towards Gianna who deftly dodged the sluggish swing.

[skypse]

Braaga shouts at the Half Orc.
It is over Giggles. It is over for Lamm, for you and for this whole operation. Time has come for you to pay for your sins!

He chants the same words again, this time louder than before.

This time you won't know what hit you!

Cast Evil Eye again as a standard action, targeting Giggles' AC. -2 on AC for 7 rounds if he doesn't save on a 15 Will or -2 AC for 1 round if he saves.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Having managed to pull himself out, Gahariet saw that Lamm was indeed dead, and only his half-orc lieutenant remained. Not having any suitable magic to use, he opted for the more direct approach, whipping out his crossbow and firing into the melee.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Hatter]

Seeing all the swinging and cutting going on Hock decided to rush over to the dangling child to see if he could pull the child back onto land.

"Ya hang on, Lambchop! Hock gonna save ya!" The half-orc grabbed hold of the winch and with a tug of his muscles he attempted to rescue the child.

[altona]

Death it is.

]
attack [roll0]
confirm [roll1]
dmg [roll2]
crit [roll3]

[Name_Here]

Wim's blade sliced through the leather Jerkin Giggles was wearing drawing a thin line of blood even as Giggles twisted away from the skilled blade of the Halfling. Looking around he saw that his options were at their edge. Even if he took down the halfling that killed Lamm there was still the raging brute who had cut Gobbleguts into two.

"Giggles is rethinking his decisions maybe it was mistake to join up with Lamm. Maybe Giggles can leave this place and never return? Become dashing mercenary. HUR HUR HUR"

Hock madly turned the winch bringing to boy up from dangling right above the water. By the time Hock was able to swing the boy back onto the pier Giggles was dropping his flail. Hock saw that the boy had an old rag stuffed into his mouth and removed it.

Oh thank Sareanae you came! I didn't think that anybody was going to be coming to save me. I didn't think there was anybody who could actually stop Gaedren

Four small pouches containing 50 cp each. A garnet amulet worth 100 gp. A masterwork dagger and a masterwork hand crossbow and a ring of keys.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet, limping over to join the rest of the party where they had surrounded the half-orc, briefly found himself drawn toward the boy who Hock had freed. Given that he'd almost certainly intended to be alligator chum, he would doubtless need some comfort. But, then again, Giggles needed dealing with, and he was a clear and present danger.

So the Oracle turned, limped over, and leveled his crossbow, glaring at him.

"Leave? You gladly helped enslave these children, even expressed your intent to take over, and you think we'll just let you leave? Name one reason we should let you go instead of trussing you up like a turkey and leaving you for the guard."

[Hatter]

At this point, Hock had completely tuned out his companions. Instead, the half-orc turned his attention to the boy he saved. His eyes grew soft and he placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder with a smile that didnt show any teeth.

"Yeh, thank Seranae yah still alive, Lambchop." Hock put a thumb to his immense chest. "Hock. Wha' ya name?"

[skypse]

LEAVE? YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE BUT IN HELL ITSELF BUDDY! TICKETS PAID BY LAMM!

Braaga chants some more words, similar to those he chanted before. With a motion of his arms a dark aura leaves his fingers and surrounds the Half-Orc.

Evil Eye on AC again. 15 Will

[Name_Here]

"Giggles thought being able to walk out of here was too much. Just don't want to be killed. Maybe Giggles can surrender to the guards? HUR HUR HUR" Giggles said.

[roll0]

"My name is Donald Southerly. My parents died of the pox a few years back and Lamm took me in. Few weeks back I tried to strike out on my own rather than hand over my pickpocket takings to these jerks. Unfortunately some of the other Lambs ratted me out and Lamm was going to feed me to his gator." The boy said as Hock freed him from the ropes he was tied up in. "When that gator was swimming up to me I thought it was all over."

[altona]

Drop you weapon and lay down face first on the gound, hands behind your back. Wim looks around checking through the piles of junk for some rope, but also taking inventory of whats there.

Active perception to search through the junk piles [roll0]

[Phasm]

Gianna turns to the freed boy, hope and desperation warring on her features. "Donald, have you seen a half-elven boy named Paolo? He has curly dark hair, fair skin, and violet eyes. By human standards he would look about... five years old."

[Name_Here]

Donald looked at Gianna "Yeah Paulo and I used to work as a team. He actually came with me when I set out. We were working out of an abandoned house right near the Shingles. Last I saw of him was slippin' out the window while Giggles tackled me. Probably made it clear on account of Lamm's bad knee. We actually had a meet up location ready to go I can lead you all there if you think that would make us square with the rescue." Donald said nodding his head towards Gianna.

"Okay, Okay Giggles not fight back anymore. Giggles just want to make it out of this one alive. Not end up like fortune teller. HUR HUR HUR" Giggles said dropping his shield alongside his flail and dropping to his knees.

Wim was able to find some rope in amongst the piles of junk. However going through the piles he realized that the piles had already been sorted. Not well by any means but somebody had distinctly gone through and lumped metals together and useless junk to another side. The Good stuff is probably kept under lock and key elsewhere.

[Hatter]

Hock grinned between Donald and Gianna "We gonna find ya brotha, Gianna! Hock happy fer this."

[Lord Of Mantas]

"Yeah, Paulo and I used to work as a team. He actually came with me when I set out. We were working out of an abandoned house right near the Shingles. Last I saw of him was slippin' out the window while Giggles tackled me. Probably made it clear on account of Lamm's bad knee. We actually had a meet up location ready to go I can lead you all there if you think that would make us square with the rescue."
Limping on over, Gahariet smiled. "That would definitely make us even, Donald. Thank you." After pausing for a second, a stab of pain came from his wounded leg, and the oracle winced. "Hang on one second." Putting out his hand, a blue ball of magic coalesced in his palm, and he applied it to his wound. "<CURE LIGHT WOUNDS.>"

After taking his hand away from his injury, he looked back up at Donald. "My name's Gahariet, by the way, but you can just call me Gari. You're not hurt, are you?" He then looked at the rest of the party. "Anyone else need some healing? Braaga, you look like you could use some."

Imma back!

2 more Spell Slots expended to cast two instances of CLW each - one on Gari, one on Braaga. It doesn't look like anyone else got hurt, but do let me know if that's not the case.

Cure Light Wounds (Gari): [roll0] 5 (See dice thread)
Cure Light Wounds (Braaga): [roll1] ​5

[skypse]

Thank you my friend. Indeed I got hit but it wasn't much of a deal. I am used to pain thanks to the dead bastard over here *points at Lamm*. However your willingness proves you are a good person. I am glad I decided to come along for Lamm after all. Now let's find the kid and finish everything once and for all.

Deactivate Scar Shield. 1 minute used.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Thank you my friend. Indeed I got hit but it wasn't much of a deal. I am used to pain thanks to the dead bastard over here. However your willingness proves you are a good person. I am glad I decided to come along for Lamm after all. Now let's find the kid and finish everything once and for all.
Gahariet smiled at the compliment. "Even so, no reason to let you suffer. Lamm's inflicted enough suffering for everyone. Although thankfully that won't be an issue any longer." Gahariet then rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look coming on his face. "Although, ah, I do wish I had been of greater help during the fight. Sorry about that, everyone. And Hock?" Gahariet turned to the other half-orc, a look of supreme gratitude on his face. "Thank you. I would have died if you hadn't killed the alligator first. I owe you my life."

[Hatter]

Hock grinned as he walked towards one of the tables. and wiped rage-sweat from his forehead. "Hock na let Hock's friend die. Ya but Hock some booze an' we good."

With that, he let out a roaring laugh and produced a silver steak knife and held it in the air.

"Ahhah! Hock gonna get trophy!"

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet's eyes widened, the blue orbs as big as saucers. Oh sweet Desna, he was serious about that.

"Daniel? Unless you want to be scarred for life, I suggest you follow me."

Assuming the boy did not resist, Gahariet then quickly led him out of the room, well away from the impending gonadectomy.

[Hatter]

Hock pulled Lamm's trousers down and quickly went to work with the steak knife and sawed off the old man's testicles. He dropped them into a leather pouch and held it in the air with pride.

[altona]

Oh my... Wim scoops up the keys and heads to the door nearby. Trying the keys until he finds the one that opens the door. Before opening it he checks for any final suprises before opening the door and taking a look through the room.

1d20+8
Take 20 on the search of the room for a 28

[Name_Here]

Oh my... Wim scoops up the keys and heads to the door nearby. Trying the keys until he finds the one that opens the door. Before opening it he checks for any final suprises before opening the door and taking a look through the room.

1d20+8
Take 20 on the search of the room for a 28

The door is unlocked and swing open easily.

The foul-smelling room seems to be a combination bedroom and study. A wooden bed with a lumpy mattress stands against the east wall, while a round table heaped with dirty plates, bread crusts, stained goblets, fruit rinds, and scuttling cockroaches sits nearby. At the foot of the bed sits a large strongbox, a slighty rusted lock securing its lid. A sagging dresser filled with moth-eaten
clothes well past their glory days is in one corner—what appears to be a wooden hatbox surrounded by a small cloud of flies sits atop this dresser.
This is Gaedren’s home and castle, the place where he sleeps and eats. The old man’s personal habits are very much on display—he has little interest in cleanliness. Bedbugs infest the sheets, a chamber pot pushed under the bed is badly in need of cleaning, and the bits of food heaped on his table have attracted a large nest of roaches.

One of the keys on the ring opens up the lockbox.
Inside
Two leather pouches each containing 50 sp.

Each of these treasures is wrapped in cloth and tied shut
with twine.
-A wand of acid splash (28 charges)
-Narrow teak cigar case inlaid with tiny bits of jade worth 25 gp
-2-pound gold ingot worth 100 gp bearing the Cheliax coat of arms
-Miniature gold crown worth 350 gp
-Fist-sized scrimshaw carving of a kraken with garnets for eyes worth 200 gp
-Silver ring worth 150 gp bearing the inscription “For Emmah—the light in my nights”
-A highly realistic and highly scandalous ivory figurine of two entwined succubi worth 450 gp
-Masterwork shuriken
-An adamantine arrowhead,
-An abalone-shell holy symbol of Shelyn worth 300 gp
-A tiny glass tube containing a dose of oil of keen edge
-An obsidian wand of magic missile (23 charges)
-A crystalline vial (itself worth 50 gp) containing a dose of silversheen
-A bejeweled brooch with a broken clasp.

The Bejewled brooch depicts a pseudodragon and an imp coiled around each other in an almost yin-yang pattern. The pseudodragon’s eye is an amethyst, while the imp’s eye is an emerald. It is very clearly the most expensive thing in the box. I'll need a Knowledge (nobility) check from you and anybody you show it to.


You find Zellara’s severed head, poorly preserved and decorated with unsightly makeup in a crude attempt to give her sagging flesh the semblance of life. Her Harrow deck sits in a smaller wooden box under the stump of her neck.

Make a Heal check.

[altona]

Guys... we got a problem. Wim shouts. Carefully wrapping up the rest of the trinkets and looking around for a sack to toss everything in.

it looks like the lady who sent us hear is dead.

[Hatter]

Hock strode into Lamm's dirty little room, taking a look around before leaning over to look at Zellara's head. "Look like Lamm be likin' ta keep trophies too." Hock said with a grimace on his face before leaning in closer to take a sniff.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Hearing the shout (and after peeking back in the room to make sure Hock had put Gahariet's dangly-bits away), Gahariet joined the rest of the party in Lamm's study, taking Daniel behind him. Gagging on the smell, he nearly lost his breakfast upon seeing Zellara's head.

"She... she's dead?! But then how..."

Determinedly, Gahariet set to work carefully examining the head, only briefly turning his own as he saw Wim rummaging through Lamm's lockbox. "Anything interesting in there?"

Gahariet will go in depth with Zellara's head, turning it over and under and trying to poke in and around it to see what he can uncover. In game mechanics terms, this translates to...

Casting Detect Magic on it for the full three rounds.
Heal: [roll0]
Take 20 on Perception for a total of 25​.

[altona]

Mostly trinkets. This brooch seems to be of some value. I know a couple of guys we could sell the rest of this stuff to if youd like me to see what we can get for it.

[skypse]

Braaga goes near the oracle.
Let me lend you a hand, I know a thing or two about healing techniques.

Aid another for +2 on his Heal check. [roll0]

[Lord Of Mantas]

"I don't suppose that extends to autopsies as well?" Gahariet let out an awkward chuckle. "In all seriousness, though, that's probably for the best. Healing has never been my specialty. Always had the magic as a bit of a crutch for that. Although that does give me another thing to be glad about, having someone who knows a thing or a two on the subject." The oracle looked back over at Wim. "Although, what really interests me is that brooch. That looks precious. Really precious. We'd best take special care of it. Whoever the owner is, I doubt they gave it to Lamm voluntarily, and I think they'd be really glad to have it back. And it's tickling my mind like I've seen it someplace, but I can't remember where..."

[altona]

on that we can at least agree. We've got a magic stick here for those of you inclined Wim holds out the wand. I'm gonna go pick collect the rest of the stuff while you two play with doctor. with that Wim leaves to the room collecting the Giggles and Lamms gear.

[Hatter]

"Hock wan' a big Hammer so Hock can really smash." The half-orc grinned as he too started looking around, even lifting up Lamm's bed to look underneath it.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Taking the wand from Wim, Gahariet turned it over in his hands, examining the magically infused stick. He looked up at Braaga. "As far as I can tell, this does not have a spell I am familiar with, and I fear it would do me little good. As such, I think it would be best used by you." He handed it over before continuing his examination of Zellara's head.

Or, in metagame terms, I have a dedicated ranged option (Crossbow) while Braaga does not, and I have no ranks in UMD - meaning, since the spell isn't on my list, the wand is useless to me. The choice, I think, is pretty clear on this one.

[altona]

"Hock wan' a big Hammer so Hock can really smash." The half-orc grinned as he too started looking around, even lifting up Lamm's bed to look underneath it.

Now Hock do you want gold or a big hammer for smashing? If so I'm sure when I got meet my people to sell some of this stuff in can find your the biggest hammer they got.

[altona]

Taking the wand from Wim, Gahariet turned it over in his hands, examining the magically infused stick. He looked up at Braaga. "As far as I can tell, this does not have a spell I am familiar with, and I fear it would do me little good. As such, I think it would be best used by you." He handed it over before continuing his examination of Zellara's head.

Or, in metagame terms, I have a dedicated ranged option (Crossbow) while Braaga does not, and I have no ranks in UMD - meaning, since the spell isn't on my list, the wand is useless to me. The choice, I think, is pretty clear on this one.

Well if neither of you can use it I'm sure I can figure it out. Magic isn't all that hard.

[Hatter]

Now Hock do you want gold or a big hammer for smashing? If so I'm sure when I got meet my people to sell some of this stuff in can find your the biggest hammer they got.

Gold dun' do much good. Hock wan' big hammer. Good hammer tha' can crush steel lik' pancakes. Yah find me good hammer. All Hock need.

The half-orc paused for a moment.

If ya can find Hock a nice hat too!

[altona]

I can respect a fine hat. I'll see what I can do.

[altona]

Hey big guy. You want to get a REALLY cool hat? Go bring me a dozen or so gator teeth and about 2 yards of the beasts hide and we'll get you a crocodile skin hat.

Wim says with a grin. Sitting down on the edge of the walkway to watch the brute go after his prize.

[Hatter]

Hock's beady little eyes widened at the suggestion, first with shock and then with pure joy. He snapped his fingers in the air.

Why Hock not think o' tha'? Give Hock a bit.

The lumbering brute went right for the gator, using his sword to fish it up to the edge of the pool before dragging it's massive body out of the water. He immediately went to work and yanked the gator's teeth out before carving up it's hide and bringing it back to Wim in a bloody pile.

Hock go' it!

[Name_Here]

Gahariet can tell that whoever the head belonged to has been dead for at least two weeks. Beyond that the deterioration of the head makes any further guesses rather baseless.

His use of detect magic finds an aura of moderate divination on the Harrow deck and a weak aura of evocation on the wands. No megic aura is found on the severed head or elsewhere in the room.

Unfortunately nobody is able to identify who the amulet belongs to but Wim seems to remember seeing somebody important wearing it but just can't place who or when he saw somebody wearing it.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Setting down Zellara's head, Gahariet let out a sigh.

"Did you come to avenge your son? Is that why you called us? To finish the job you could not?"

He turned his head to the harrow deck. It had shone with quite the divination aura.

"And yet... and yet I wonder... how did you appear to us?"

Picking it up, the oracle began shuffling through the cards, looking for the one he had drawn - the Peacock.

[altona]

What's going on in there?

[Phasm]

Back in the gator room...

"Thank you, Donald. I have been searching for Paolo for weeks, his parents and I are very worried." Gianna gives him a warm smile, then follows the rest of the group toward the next chamber.


In Hock's room...

"Oh my gods!" The rogue stares at Zellara's head, momentarily speechless. "But she looked so- so real! Alive!" Like Zahariet, Gianna pulls out the card she was given and looks over his shoulder as he sorts through the deck.

[Lord Of Mantas]

What's going on in there?
"Well, I'm no expert, but from what I can gather, Zellara's probably been dead for about two weeks. There was a deck of harrow cards underneath her head that's giving off a moderately strong magical aura, which I'm reckoning may have been what her spirit used to contact us. I'm trying to see if maybe we can get her to come back again..."

[skypse]

Braaga takes the wand Zahariet gives to him and examines it.
I will try and make good use of it my friend, thank you.

I thought we found 2 wands. Which one is this?
Cast: Detect Magic
Spellcraft: [roll0]

He listens carefully to what the priest was saying, amazed that Zellara was such a strong being. He was wondering if he can make the same thing happen with his mentor, or perhaps the fact that she was coming to his dreams was her way of communicating. A hopeful smile appeared on his face, still hidden thanks to his mask though.

Do you think it would work if we all picked up our cards?

[Name_Here]

http://i614.photobucket.com/albums/tt222/nrfc49/Curse%20of%20the%20Crimson%20Throne/Zellara.jpg (http://s614.photobucket.com/user/nrfc49/media/Curse%20of%20the%20Crimson%20Throne/Zellara.jpg.html)

Those who are looking around the room have a chance to see Zellara enter the room through the door others will only notice the middle aged women when she starts talking.

"I believe Gahariet that's the long and the short of it. I'm no expert myself on my current condition but as far as I can figure it out my condition has something to do with a series of Harrow readings I had preformed before one of the little Lambs stole my deck. The readings were vague but they spoke of some kind of incredible evil descending upon Korvasa. The kind of evil that will leave this city a blasted wasteland and the citizens dead or scattered to the winds." Zellara says the deck of cards flying to her hands where she begins shuffling it absently.

"I had hoped to be able to preform more Harrowings to better understand the nature of the threat but in the end my deck was stolen and I was powerless to save my city, or my son. However I sense that in the coming storm you all will play a central roll. That is why I reached out to you, not only were you all more than capable of taking down Lamm and his disgusting operation here but it would also allow me to guide you along the path that you all are destined to walk. And allow me to save my city. I am sorry about the lies and misdirection but I thought it was necessary to bring us together. I'm only able to manifest myself like this for a very short time each day but I can communicate with any being holding one of my cards though only through basic thoughts and emotions."

The image of Zellara vanishes sending the cards softly floating back to each character who took their card and the rest of the cards floating back to Gahariet. the last person who had held the deck.

[Hatter]

Huh? Wha? So ya be ghost?

Poor Hock appears to be utterly confused as his pea-sized brain attempts to comprehend what was unfolding before him with little luck in the matter.

[skypse]

Braaga listens carefully to the spirit of the woman. His mind confused as he tries to link everything he sees and hears to his mentor.

So, where are you supposed to be? Somewhere between worlds? Who else is there? What is it like?

[Lord Of Mantas]

Looks like my instincts were right.

Gahariet jumped a little when Zellara entered the room, but then frowned a little bit in sadness as she related her story.

"Honestly, I'm not all that upset that you lied to us. No-one should have to go through what anyone in this room went through. Plus, even with the matter of vengeance aside, Lamm can never hurt anyone again."A smile returned to the Oracle's face briefly before it took on a more concerned look. "But, this evil that you mention. The one that you were trying to investigate before your deck was stolen, and Lamm killed you. Does it have anything to do with-" Gahariet shook his head. "Well, it might just be silly, but as you were talking about that it kind of popped into my head. Korvosa's never had a monarch sitting on its throne very long. They all seem to meet an unfortunate end, one way or another. Do you think it could be related to that? The Curse of the Crimson Throne?"

Yes. I went there. :smallbiggrin:
Gahariet looked down at Zellara's head. "More importantly... there's the matter of your head. Do you have any wishes for what we should do with it? I'm guessing the guards wouldn't exactly take kindly to us walking through the streets with rotting body parts, but I think your remains deserve a little more respect than this."

[Name_Here]

She answers the questions as she got them.

To Hock she answered his simple question. "I've never heard of a ghost with the abilities I possess but the differences seem so small that I have no objection to you calling me a ghost."

To Wim she said simply I feel like I am fully in this world. Kept here to guide you through the challenges that come up. My Harrowing can provide you with forewarning that will allow you to better save this city. Beyond that it is odd. I feel like I can see everything in the room though I am linked to my cards. It's odd in comparison to I was when I was alive. And yet when I don't think about it feels natural. Like I was born this way.

Finally turning to Gahariet I preformed many Harrowings while thinking about the king there does seem to be some kind of doom fast approaching the king but as long as he sits upon the throne the doom I have forseen will be unable to come about. My people believe in small funerals a few words said over a body buried at a crossroads with a few trinkets. Unfortunately I believe that in the upcoming weeks any of my people you could find will be unable to bury me. I believe that if you tie the hatbox closed put in a few bits of scrap and metal and consign my remains to the waters off the pier with a few words it will suffice for our purposes. Anything more seems excessive since I am still here.

[Lord Of Mantas]

His questions answered, Gahariet bowed his head. "Very well. Rest in peace, Zellara. Hopefully we will speak soon."

As her image vanished and the harrow cards floated back to him, Gahariet took the deck and placed it in his belt pouch. Then, looking around the room, he tried as best he could to locate some scrap and twine, arranging Zellara's headbox for burial.

"I don't know about you all, but I'm more than ready to leave this place, and Paolo won't rescue himself. Wim, try to keep that brooch somewhere safe and secure. Last thing we want is for it to get lost again."

[Hatter]

"Ok" Hock said. "We go save Lambchop #2. Ya jus' tell Hock who ya wan' smashed."

[Phasm]

"A ghost who isn't a ghost. I would say 'now I've seen it all', but that would be tempting fate to send something even stranger and not nearly as benign our way." Gianna tucks her card back into her belt pouch. She'll put it back in the deck if Zellara wants to do a reading, but perhaps the not-a-ghost can contact her this way. "Have we got everything of interest here? Let's go then!"

[skypse]

Braaga silently puts his card in his belt pouch, moving out of the room and waits for the others.

[altona]

Vengeance has been served but it seems there is more yet to to our story. I suspect that where we all met will be available for us to stay for the time being. How about we all meet back there. Ill go see what we can get for this stuff and see if I cant find a little bit more info on who this brooch possibly belongs to. What do you all say?

Wim ties off the sack of collected goods awaiting a response before setting out.

[Hatter]

Vengeance has been served but it seems there is more yet to to our story. I suspect that where we all met will be available for us to stay for the time being. How about we all meet back there. Ill go see what we can get for this stuff and see if I cant find a little bit more info on who this brooch possibly belongs to. What do you all say?

Wim ties off the sack of collected goods awaiting a response before setting out.

Hock come with!

The Half-Orc said as he moved to follow Wim.

Hock wanna see city from Little Man's eyes.

[skypse]

Apologies but I am not fond of leaving Old Korvosa for a stroll around town. If you need me I'll be in my house in this address. *He passes Wim a note*

[altona]

The thought of bringing the oaf Hock with him is concerning bur thinking about it how else was he going to get thay earthbreaker back.

Well your welcome to come with me Hock but it's very important we don't touch anything and we absolutely don't smash anything unless explicitly told to. And as far as seeing the city through my eyes I'm thinking your gonna need to crouch a whole lot. Wim grins at his little joke and waits a moment to see if anyone else is planning on inserting themselves in his trip to the market.

[Hatter]

Ok. You lead, Hock follow. Ya jus' tell Hock who ta smash!

The half-orc grinned and slammed his knuckled fist into his palm with a resounding thud.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet's face took on a concerned look. "Um, shouldn't we wait to split up until after we've found Paolo?"

[altona]

sorry it sounded more like a meet up but if you want an escort I'm sure we can cover you.

[Hatter]

Hock goes where Wim goes.

Said the half-orc in a plain matter of fact manner.

[skypse]

Well, yeah obviously we are going to the meetup location the kid said, but after that, until our friends here discover something new, I would like to go meditate and process through everything that happened here today.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet nodded his head. "That I have no objections to. I... I could use some time to think things over as well. Being told you're responsible for saving a city is a bit much to swallow in one go. Does anyone else have anything to say, or should we get to it?"

[Name_Here]

Within moments of leaving the Fishery you discover that the city has gone mad in your absence. All around the city you see great plumes of smoke no doubt from huge fires gone out of control. You also see a wing of Sable company Griffon riders flying at breakneck speed to the palace ignoring as one of their number plummets to earth. In the distance you heard the distinct sounds of metal crashing against metal. You also see citizens putting up crude barricades to protect their homes form looters and rioters.

Even with through the din of combat and a city tearing itself apart at the seems you hear a royal herald screaming his message "The King is dead, long live the queen." You also hear some in the crowds yelling back "Hang the queen hang the usuper jerk!"

You were in the crowd when Queen Ileosa arrived in Korvasa. She had this necklace around her neck that day. It is well known that she has a reward offer out for this piece it being one of her favorites.

[skypse]

Well Gahariet, your curse seems to still be active. Our fair leader is dead. I guess we don't have any anomalies to investigate now right?

[Lord Of Mantas]

As the party emerged from the fishery, Gahariet raised a hand up to shield his face as his eyes adjusted to the light. Upon lowering it, he stared in horror at the chaos. Smoke as fires threatened to engulf Korvosa. The screech of griffons crashing, of metal tearing into metal and flesh. And all of it within under an hour. He clutched the box with Zellara's head in it, his face turning pale.

What in Desna's name...

And then he heard it. The herald cried out the news. The King was dead.

Then Braaga opened his mouth.


Well Gahariet, your curse seems to still be active. Our fair leader is dead. I guess we don't have any anomalies to investigate now right?
Gahariet looked at Braaga with a mix of incredulity and exasperation. Then, in a rare turn of events, it quickly turned to anger.

"What are you- No anoma- DO YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON OUT THERE!" Gahariet raised a hand as if to slap the witch doctor, but pulled it back, visibly trying to restrain himself. Clutching his forearm, he audibly began muttering, apparently having forgotten he was in the presence of others. "Remember the glad game, remember your creed. No anger, no sadness, never indeed. There's aught to be glad about, no matter the situation. Whatever the tides, whatever your station." Having calmed down a little, but still visibly annoyed, Gahariet snapped his gaze back up.

"Okay, first of all, it's not my curse. It's the curse of this city. 300 years, and no king has inherited the throne from his father. I mean, I'm horrible at history, and even I know that. So no. NOT my curse." Gahariet's eyes seemed to lose a little of their fire, and he rubbed his forearm. "That is to say, um... Full disclosure, I am cursed. Bit of a side effect due to Desna channeling her raw divine power through me. Objects sometimes move without reason, winds blow indoors, people around me tend to come down with the flu more than usual, objects fall on my head more than would be expected-"

Gahariet was interrupted as, against all odds, a week old fish fell off the roof of the fishery and landed splat on his head, sending juice spraying in all directions before gracelessly sliding off. The oracle looked nonplussed.

"So yes, pretty sure I'm haunted, it might have caused my birth father to toss me out and WE'RE GETTING OFF TOPIC! Sorry, lost the happy, happy's back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omguEZ7jy5E)." A deep breath. "Furthermore, who said anything about anomalies?! And even if we had, the king is dead, there are riots in the streets, and Gianna's brother is still out there! There is plenty to investigate! Now, I don't know about you, but after I say a few words-" Gahariet rapped on the hatbox, "-I am going to go and find Paolo."

Turning to the edge of the dock, Gahariet then began to hurry through a prayer.

"Song of the Spheres, Tender of Dreams, one of your children has been taken before her time. Though her death has been avenged, her spirit lies restless. Grant her the peace in death she could not have in life, and let our dreams and travels be blessed by your protection. Amen."

Dropping the box into the water, Gahariet then turned back to the crew, but stopped as his eyes passed over Gianna. "Is everything alright, Gianna? You look like you've just realized something."

[skypse]

Take it easy. Kings are sitting on a throne, ordering stuff around, then someone kills them. This is how their "high" society works. I never said anything about NOT rescuing Paolo, it's just that never in my life I found interest in helping those who disregard my existence and the terms I live in. The king is dead, his fanatics will come up with a story of why he died, after a while they will select a new king, and the circle goes on. I agree that the riots and all that are kind of new and extreme, but I doubt they will remain for long. Also, I find no reason on why you would resolve to violence just because I expressed my opinion. But anyway, let's leave that behind for the time being.

So, Gianna, were is your mind wondering off?

[Lord Of Mantas]

As Braaga talked, Gahariet's gaze retained a hint of steel, but he did have the sense to look shame-faced. "I... Well... After you said there were no more anomalies to investigate, I interpreted that as your stating you desired to leave. And people acting dismissive other's suffering is kind of a peeve of mine. That said... I'm sorry I almost decked you."

[altona]

I see we came with an extra cup of crazy today. Anarchy can lead to problems, and... opportunities. Lets go find this child I suspect we arent going to want to have children on the street. Keep your weapons close at hand as well, it sounds like tonight would be an excellent night for a mugging.
Wim looks around seeing if any of the pillars of smoke seem especially close to any of his regular contacts before looking over at the rescued boy...
So I guess we are waiting on you for a our directions.

[Hatter]

Hock grunted before taking a swig of a bottle of ale he somehow managed to produce. He took a look at the chaos as the others conversated and he began to sing under his breath in his anything but appealing raspy voice.

Tonight gonna be a good night. Tonight Hock gonna smash sum heads. Tonight gonna be good good night.

The half-orc giggled, barely able to contain his glee.

[Phasm]

"Oh my gods and goddesses..." Gianna freezes, looking out at the anarchy. Paolo's out in that somewhere. And Amalia and Rafaele, are they all right? Neither of them really knows how to fight!

"The King is dead, long live the Queen!"

Memories surge to the forefront of her mind, memories of Ileosa's arrival in Korvosa. Gianna had taken special note of the Queen-to-be's lavish jewelry; purely habit, she did the same for all rich and noble figures in the city to see who might be worth robbing. "The Queen! I just remembered where I saw that brooch before. She was wearing it in the procession when she first arrived in the city. It's supposed to be one of her favorite pieces, I think there's a reward for returning it to her." The rogue takes a look at the rioting crowds and draws her sap. Better to knock out random rioters than kill them if possible. "But right now I need to find my nephew. Where's Donald?"

[Lord Of Mantas]

"Right here with us." Gahariet gestured to his side, where he'd made sure Donald was following as the party has exited the fishery. He then turned to Wim. "Wim, make sure that brooch is doubly secure and hidden on your person. If the worst happens, the last thing we want is some rioter making off with it. In the meantime..." Gahariet turned back to Donald. "No more distractions. Donald, take us to where you were going to meet Paolo."

[Name_Here]

"We had pried a few boards loose at 43 Treacle st. We couldn't use it as our base but we agreed that we should meet there if we needed a spot to lay low. I can get you there if you promise to protect me." Donald said making sure to stay behind Hock's bulk as the group moved slowly towards the location of his hideout. The way was hampered by the chaos unfolding in the street. A street blocked off by heavily armored knights as they brutally cracked down on looters and rioters. Other times you are forced to turn away by furniture barricades manned by middle aged men wielding knives telling you they don't want any trouble they just want to survive the night.

It is in this environment that you pass a group of six men armed with knives and crude clubs beating a young noble man senseless as he begs for his life.

"Please stop! I've done you no harm. PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME THESE ME WILL KILL ME!" He screams out blood from a cut above his eye practically blinding him.

[Hatter]

RAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!


With a mighty roar, Hock step's forward and points a finger at the men.

'Ey you idjits! The 'ell ya think ya doin'? Ya beatin' a rich man? Fer wha'? Get LOST!

[Lord Of Mantas]

As the party came upon the rioters attempting to kill the young noble, Gahariet strode forward, his hand extended.

"What are you doing!? The kings body is likely not even cold, and you already seek to draw another man's blood? You would not stoop to this in ordinary life! Why do so now? Stop this needless violence, and leave him be."

Even as he said it, Gahariet did not truly expect it to work, and kept his hand raised and ready to defend himself - just in case.

Gahariet will ready an action to use Color Spray on the thugs if they turn hostile. In the meantime.

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[altona]

Wim taps Gianna on the shoulder and silently signals for the two of them to circle the group for a pincer. Then moves to his right as he draws his blade.

you can't rationalize with the mob mind. this might be the bloodiest night the city has ever seen.

[Phasm]

Gianna nods to Wim and moves to the left, sap in hand. Hopefully Gahariet can calm these thugs down; she herself lacks the gift of gab. Amalia always took care of that when they were kids... I hope she's all right. Mobs bring out the worst in men, she's so beautiful, and neither she nor Rafaele are what you would call fighters. Gianna has given them both daggers and basic training in how to use them, but even so, they'll be no match for men with swords.

Stop woolgathering, self! The quicker this is over with, the quicker I can find Paolo and make sure the whole family's safe.

[Name_Here]

Neither Gaheriet's well reasoned appeal to their better nature or Hock's threats managed to cut through the blood lust of the mob. ""You stand with this jerk? You stand with the people who are killing this city? Well you've dug your own grave" On of them said swinging his club into his meaty palm with a satisfying *Smack*.

"This little Lordling has looked down on us for years treating us like garbage while taking advantage of our families. Well it's about time he got what's coming to him" Said another who gave the young lord one last kick before advancing on you knife out. "You want to stand with the Lordling you'll die like him too"

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet winced. It hadn't been one of his better thought-out speeches, true, but he'd hoped it might still work.

At least they're not pounding on the noble, anymore.

Then his brow furrowed.

"No-one else is dying."

And with that, he stepped forward into combat, snapping up his arm and repeating the familiar movement.

<COLOR SPRAY!>

Move action to 5C, then burning a spell slot and Standard action to use Color Spray. Since it is a 15-foot cone, it will hit the Mobs at E3, E4, and F4.

As stated earlier...


The Target must make a Will Save of 15 or be subjected to one of the following effects:


2 HD or Less: The target is unconscious, blinded and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.
3 or 4 HD: The target is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.
5 HD: The target is stunned for 1 round.

Additionally, for the purposes of determining the target's Hit Dice, Gahariet has the passive Revelation of Awesome Display, which means that the target's total number of Hit Dice is reduced by 4.
Before he saw the resolution of the spell's effects, Gahariet turned back and called out to the rest of the party. "Try not to kill them if you can help it!"

As a reminder for those of us who have less experience in Pathfinder, any lethal attack can deal nonlethal damage by subtracting -4 from the attack roll.

[Name_Here]

The Colorspray washed over 4 of the attacking men overwhelming their senses and their minds with the fantastic display of colors.

Three of the men stood there slack jawed and glassy eyed before their eyes rolled back and they slumped to the ground, while the last one blinked the after images from his vision and tightened his grib on his club.

[Hatter]

Hock try

Hock nodded to Gahariet before stepping forward, his sword still in his sheathe and with a twist of corded muscle, he exploded a fist at one of the men's jawline(mob5).

[altona]

You are making this more complicated then it needs to be Gahariet.

Wim steps foward and lunges forward at rioter, being careful to not kill the foolish guy.

Stupid die roller, apparently hitting preview ruined everything, its in the dice thread. Also i took the -4 to do non lethal damage

[skypse]

Ok, Let's see how this new toy of mine works huh?
Braaga draws the wand Gahariet gave him before, and waves it around feeling the magical energy taking form. With a quick move he points it towards the rioter in front of him, unleashing a strong bullet of pure force which travels directly to the man's chest.

Move Action: Draw Wand of Magic Missile.
Standard Action (I suppose the wand's CL is 1): Use the wand on Mob 3 [roll0]

[Phasm]

Gianna squints through the dazzling lightshow of Gahariet's spell, waiting for her vision to clear before moving in. Three rioters slump to the ground. Very nice! Unfortunately, she can't really get a flank on Wim's opponent with the narrow quarters, so the half-elf rushes the leftmost rioter still standing. Whirling her leather sandbag, she swings for his temple.


Move to D2 and attack Mob 5.

Attack: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1] nonlethal

[Name_Here]

Hock's swing flew wide left as the fighter turned on him

Braaga's magic missle flew striking the human square in the chest just as Wim moved in on the attack.

Wim brought his rapier whipping around cutting a thin line down the mans arm before smashing the hilt into the man stomach sending the man sprawling onto the cobblestones.

The two members of the mob seeing that their four compatriots have already been knocked out begin fleeing the scene allowing Gianna one last strike with her sap.

[roll0]
[roll1]

Bringing the fleeing man down with a smack to the head.

The young nobleman is overjoyed at the rescue. "Armin Jelento I was just in Old Korvasa enjoying the local color when this riot started. The mob carried off my bodyguard and I was sure I was going to die when those hooligans started beating me. I owe all of you my life. I know it's not much but it is all I have on me at the moment." Armin says pulling out a small coin purse with 25 paltinum pieces in it. Handing it to Wim he continues "I owe you five my very life. Now I must be going to the apartment I rent near here for occasions just such as this. But don't think me ungrateful I hope to pay you all back properly in the future."

[Hatter]

Hock grunted as he watched the nobleman run off. giving one of tje downed rioters a swift kick to the ribs, he turned to the rest of the group.

We go. Gianna's Paulo can' be waitin fer us ta save everybody.

[Lord Of Mantas]

"The name's Armin Jelento. I was just in Old Korvasa enjoying the local color when this riot started. The mob carried off my bodyguard and I was sure I was going to die when those hooligans started beating me. I owe all of you my life. I know it's not much but it is all I have on me at the moment."

*hands over 25 platinum*

"I owe you five my very life. Now I must be going to the apartment I rent near here for occasions just such as this. But don't think me ungrateful; I hope to pay you all back properly in the future."
"It was the least we could do. The name's Gahariet Levesque, and these are Hock, Wim, Gianna, and Braaga." Gahariet not-so-subtly displayed his holy symbol of Desna as he held up a hand in greeting, allowing Armin a way of identifying them later.

As the noble fled, he turned to the others, nodding at Hock's suggestion. "I second that motion. I'd rather not have any more delays, and more importantly..." He looked down at the unconscious men."That spell won't knock them out for long. I suggest we make ourselves scarce."

[skypse]

Poor unfortunate souls... What can anyone say for them. Let's just hope not to run into anything like that again. Riots can be fun if they are just about he fuss and noone gets seriously hurt.

Come on kid! Take us to the meeting point.

[altona]

Armin when you get where you are going bar the door. I doubt this riot is going to be over anytime soon. With that Wim put his blade away and pockets the coins mentally noting that he will have to split them out when the chaos dies down.

[Name_Here]

The nobleman takes his leave hurrying down a side alley away from another group of rioters. Hopefully he'll be able to make it to safety. But his well being is secondary to Donald who ducks down another side street leading the group deeper into Old Korvasa.

You are able to avoid any more entanglements either from the rioters, the guard, or the brutal looking knights that have been called in to aid the guard in quelling the riots. Soon enough Donald points to an old looking building. Saying That's our hide out. I think I should go in first so that Paulo doesn't rabbit when he sees heavily armed people coming for the door."

You see a heavily armed man checking periodically from inside of the building. He's taking some precautions to remain unhidden but unfortunately his current condition of very drunk makes his attempts to remain unseen unhelpful.

The house is built in the old Korvasa style with brick walls and marble steps that have become stained and cracked very recently from the looks of it. The house is dwarfed by the larger newer building crowding in on it from either side.

"There is a crawlspace underneath that me and Paulo used to break in. Some of the board people used to repair the floor weren't nailed in completely so you're able to worm your way up."

[Lord Of Mantas]

As Donald spoke, Gahariet looked over the dilapidated building. Run down, few methods of entry... the perfect hiding spot. He raised an eye in concern as the boy suggested going in alone. "Are you sure, Donald? I know we've made it this far without too many issues, but going places alone doesn't really sound safe to me. Why not bring Gianna along? She's Paolo's aunt, so I doubt he'll bolt if he sees her."

[Phasm]

Gianna nods in agreement with Gahariet. "Paolo knows me, has ever since he was... wait a minute..." A flicker of motion catches her eye. "There's a man in the building. He looks drunk, but he's heavily armed and trying not to be seen." She keeps her voice low, just loud enough to be heard by the rest of the party. "If someone provides a distraction out here, I might be able to sneak in and knock him out."

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet took a second glance back at the building, this time managing to spot the would-be ambusher thanks to Gianna's pointing him out.

Thank Desna she spotted him. I completely did not realize he was there.

"As good a plan as any. What sort of distraction do you have in mind? A mock fight or argument, perhaps?"

Now that Gahariet's realized just what a precarious situation they're in, he'll be double checking to make sure no-one else is around and listening in.

Perception: [roll0]

[Hatter]

Hock grunted as he scratched his bum while watching the others.

Dunno why dey not just go in dere. Hock can be smash door but dey wanna play distra...dis... whateva games

Hock grunted again as squished a beetle under his boot.

[Name_Here]

Donald looked at Gianna in absolute shock. "You can't be! Lamm said he killed you because Paulo wouldn't shut up about how you were going to come rescue him. He even showed Paulo a handful of elf ears." Donald said tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "If I had known I would have brought him right to your door but Paulo was sure that you were dead. Paulo will be very happy to see you alive."

You're able to slip into the crawlspace while the man is distracted. The crawlspace gets pretty tight almost to the point of claustrophobia before you locate the loose boards that Donald talked about.

The boards slip out of their groves soundlessly and as you extract yourself you hear somebody talking in the other room.

Looks like it's just a fight out there. Doesn't look like they're coming near the door. Are you sure that Donald is coming? This might be a pointless wait"Says a male voice slurred with drunkenness.

I'm sure he was able to break free. I can't abandon him, can't have another person die because of me."

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet couldn't help but smile. "Well, looks like someone's in for a pleasant surprise - if we can get past the drunkard." He cupped his chin in thought, trying to think of a good strategy. "Okay, I think I have an idea. Wim, I'm going to need you to play along with this; sorry in advance for the implications. Hock, Braaga, you feel free to jump in on whatever side you feel's most convincing."

After letting Gianna and Donald walk away from the group, Gahariet began the mock fight, patting himself down as if he'd just been pickpocketed. "What the- Oi, short stuff! I think that's my pouch you've got there!"

Mock Fight start!

[altona]

EXCUSE ME? ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF BEING A THEIF? HOW DARE YOU SIR! The halfling removes his glove and throwing it to the ground and drawing his blade. I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!

[Lord Of Mantas]

Wow. That's some pretty good acting. If that doesn't draw their attention, nothing will. ...that said, Gianna, I do hope you work fast. I'd rather not have to keep this up for long.

"So that's the way it's going to be, then? Fine!" With a flourish, Gahariet unslung his quarterstaff, whirling it around in his hand before striking it on the cobblestone. "Prepare to eat oak!"

The dramatic effect of the scene was promptly undercut as a loose shingle fell and hit Gahariet on the head.

[skypse]

HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING OVER THERE? ACCUSING HIM FOR STEALING JUST BECAUSE HE IS A HALFLING? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE ON SOMEONE YOUR SIZE YOU RACIST SCUM?

Braaga sides Wim taking out his Wand of Magic Missile as he shouts as loud as he can to draw more attention from the house.

Take one more step towards him and I promise you'll regret it!

[Phasm]

He thought I was dead? Poor boy, no wonder he didn't try to escape; Lamm probably threatened to do the same to his parents. Gianna takes a deep breath. Focus on the job. She casually strolls away from the group. Once the mock fight begins, she turns and slips into the crawlspace. It's a good thing she's slender; it's a very tight fit.

The rogue freezes in place as two voices speak up. One is slurred, probably the drunken man she spotted earlier. The other... I have to see. Gianna sidles up to the door and peeks around to where the two people are talking.

[Name_Here]

She sees the drunken man walk back from the window taking a swig from a bottle of cheap wine.

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He is clearly quite drunk but drunkenly shuffles back to a young half-elf boy who sits playing with a harrow deck on the floor. Though Gianna only sees the boy from behind he is certainly Paulo.

"Donald wouldn't want you to blame yourself he knew there was a risk when he got you out of Lamm's clutches. Look once it's safe I'd like you to come back with me." The man said ruffling Paulo's hair. "If I still have my job with the guard I might be able to set you up at the barracks cleaning up. It'll be a terrible job but less chance of losing your hands cause you picked the wrong pocket."

Paulo just gives a small nod.

[Lord Of Mantas]

HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING OVER THERE? ACCUSING HIM FOR STEALING JUST BECAUSE HE IS A HALFLING? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE ON SOMEONE YOUR SIZE YOU RACIST SCUM?

*pulls out wand*

Take one more step towards him and I promise you'll regret it!

Gahariet's eyes briefly glanced around, trying to ascertain if anyone was sneaking up on them - or if Gianna was done.

This could either go horribly wrong, or... well, there's really no way this can end well. Hopefully Gianna grabs Paolo before things get too out of hand. I hope.

"Bah! Are you so afraid to fight like a real man, that you have to resort to hiding behind a magic trinket? Why don't you put that down, and we'll see how you fare against my legendary fists of fury!"

[skypse]

Take one more step and I assure you you won't have hands to support those "fists of fury" of yours!

[Phasm]

"PAOLO!" The joyous cry can most likely be heard outside. Gianna rushes forward, beaming, as her eyes prickle with happy tears. "I finally found you! Don't worry, that bastard Lamm is dead- I saw him die! It'll take more than him to get the better of me! Your friend Donald is safe outside, don't worry." Provided that the boy doesn't try too hard to get away, she scoops him up in a hug. A sweaty, bloody, leathery hug, but right now Gianna is too overjoyed to care. "Your parents and I have been so worried!"

[Lord Of Mantas]

His ears having been perked, Gahariet heard Gianna's cry, and he whirled around at the sound. "Okay, I think we can stop now. That sounded happy, but weapons ready, just in case. Good acting, everyone."

[Name_Here]

The drunken man stood there dumbly for a few minutes as Gianna swept up her shocked nephew working his way through all that just happened.

Paulo do you know this woman? he asked his hand resting on a well used sword at his belt. A nod from Paulo put everything into place. "Well those idiots out there are probably your friends I'll go let them in so they aren't out there on the streets any longer than they have to be."
With that he wanders to the front door, opening it up and waving the party in leaving Gianna and Paulo alone for a few minutes.

"I thought you were dead. Lamm told me how you and mom had offered to let him keep me if he let you live but he said he had to kill you because of the things I had said. Is mom still alive? Did Lamm really kill her?" Paulo said trying to hold back the sobs of joy being only moderately successful.

[Hatter]

Hock stepped into through the front door. The half-orc looked either tired or boted, hard to really tell but when he looked over to see Gianna and Paulo a grin filled with jagged teeth crossed his face.

Ya foun' 'im! Good on ya!

Hock walked over to a wall and dropped his massive arse down to the floor with a loud thud.

Ain' gunna get nuthin' done out there tonigh'. Migh' as well jus' wait fer everythin' ta calm down an take a nap. Mmm.. nap be soundin' good... Hock feel sorry fer first basterd try ter break into Karla's store.. she gonna blow em up good.

Hock let out a massive yawn and stretched his feet, leaning his back against the wall with his hands folded together in his lap and his eyes closed.

[altona]

Wim sheathes his blade and heads inside. Good to see were all happily reunited. The words come out more caustic then intended but by the time its out there is no undoing it. He finds a place to sit, and loses himself in thoughts in his lose loved. As he sits and reminisces he idly plays with the ring on his finger rotating it back and forth.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet briefly raised an eyebrow as the drunken man ended up being the one to open the door and wave them in, but said nothing, instead opting to grip his quarterstaff as they made their way inside. He relaxed visibly and smiled broadly as he saw Paolo in Gianna's arms.

"Wonderful. It seems your nephew was safe and sound after all." After finding a place to sit, the oracle eased himself down carefully, letting the tension of the past couple of hours wash away. His brow crinkled as Wim's own remark on the situation betrayed a hint of bitterness, but he made no mention of it.

"Well, that's the most important thing over and done with for today. Or at least, the most time sensitive one." That brooch will still have to be returned at some point, but we can worry about that when the streets are clear of rioters - and when I have the energy for more than one spell. He then turned to acknowledge Hock. "I agree - a rest sounds perfect right about now."

As the oracle sat there, however, a nagging question began to run through his mind. Where do we go from here? Riots, the king's death, it's the perfect environment for evil to sneak in. But we've no real good place to start investigating, other than Zellara's vague warning. The oracle pulled the harrow deck from his belt pouch, looking it over. And I'd wager she's exhausted for today... Perhaps I'll consult her tomorrow.

I hope Mom's okay. She's no slouch, but the city isn't exactly the safest place to be right now.

[skypse]

Braaga follows the others, putting the wand back to its place in his belt. He waves to the drunk man and with a sound of relief leaving his mouth in the sight of Gianna and the kid, he grabs a chair and sits by the window.
Who knows what ill fortune this city has yet to face. I need to return to my house, take care of things and check if the riot has done any damage there.
As he hears the others talking about resting he thinks that there is nothing else for them that night. He stands up.
To Gianna: I am very happy that you found your nephew and that we finally got rid of that scum Lamm.
To the drunk man: Also, I don't know who you are stranger, but thank you for talking care of Paulo until we arrived.
To everyone: Unfortunately the situation in the town does not allow me to stay and rest with you. I have to return to my house here in the Old Korvosa to see if any damage has been done to my property and rest properly there after paying respect to the spirits of the fallen. I thank my fortune for meeting up with a group of special individuals such as you, and I hope you understand the situation. Wim has a paper with my address so if you need anything from me or even if you just want to come over for a cup of tea, I will be more than happy to see you. So, that being said, if there isn't anything else, I would like to depart for my house.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet raised his hand in farewell. "Barring an extraordinary stroke of bad luck, I think we can handle things now that Paolo's been found. Be safe, Braaga - until we meet again. And, uh... sorry again for yelling at you earlier. I usually try not to get angry like that."

[Phasm]

Gianna lets go of Paolo with one hand so that she can wipe her eyes. "Oh, Paolo, we would never do a thing like that! Lamm lied to you, sweetie. The last I saw of your parents, they were perfectly fine." That might not last, what with the riot... but Gianna is between a rock and a hard spot. She can't very well take Paolo out through streets full of rioters. And while her comrades have proven themselves trustworthy in a fight, now that she's found her nephew, she doesn't want to let him out of her sight.

The rogue nods to Braaga over Paolo's head. "I understand. Travel safely, Braaga. We will send word before settling the matter of the brooch." He deserves a full cut of the reward and recognition by the Queen, after all. As for Gianna's own modest apartment, she has every possible entrance, including the chimney, locked and trapped with the very best devices she can afford. It'll take a pro to get in without losing any fingers.

Once Paolo starts to squirm in her embrace (as young boys are wont to do), Gianna lets him go and looks over at the strange drunk. "Who might you be? I overheard a bit of your conversation with my nephew here, and you sounded friendly enough. I am Gianna Capello, Paolo's aunt."

[Name_Here]

The drunken man takes another swig of his bottle before answering the question clearly putting his currently very limited faculties to coming up with the answer.

"Name's Grau, Grau Soldado. Formerly of the city guard. Or currently I don't know they probably haven't even noticed that I'm gone yet. This city is doomed anyway. The king is dead and now the city is tearing itself apart. The guard can't stop violence like this and those nasty looking knight bastards are cracking the city apart." He takes one last swig from the bottle before deciding it is empty placing it gingerly on the ground and pulling out a flask.

"Ran into tiny Paulo on the street last night trying to find his dinner. He and I had run into each other before so I wanted him to wait out at my place but he insisted on waiting for Donald here to show up so I decided to wait here with him. Fortunately the previous owner had a hidden stash of the drink which is helping me get through this troubling time for the city."

You remember that Grau used to be a well known and liked apprentice of Vencarlo Orisini one of, if not the greatest duelist in all of Korvasa. His fellow apprentice Sabina Merrin went on to become the personal bodyguard of no less a person than Queen Ileosa. All three had a rather nasty falling out a few years back. Since then Vencarlo has taken a less active role in training new duelists and Grau has gone on to become a very successful and popular sergeant in the City Guard.

The house you currently are in is a two story building that has held up well despite what is clearly a lack of care for it in several months. The place has been lightly looted as evidenced by the fact that everything that could be easily carried by one person has been taken. There are no chairs or silverware in the house but there is a large musty bed upstairs.

"I don't think it's safe to go home with the riots currently going on. Though of course I won't stop you if you think you can make it home safely." Grau says taking a small sip from the flask "This place might not be the most comfortable but it should be a safe enough place to stay the night."

[Lord Of Mantas]

As Grau revealed his identity, and his former membership in the city guard, Gahariet could not help but stare. Eventually, his face contorted - but not out of anger. Instead, a disappointed look crossed his features.

"So... that's it? I mean, I don't blame you for being down; anyone who would claim to not be affected by this is lying. But you're not at least going to try to help? I mean, look at us." Gahariet gestured to the party. "We didn't have the resources or the backing of the guard, but we didn't let that stopping us from protecting a man who the rioters were on the verge of tearing to shreds. And we did it all without needing to draw blood, either."

Granted, it would have been even better if we could have talked them down instead, but that's neither here nor there.

"Yes, things are dim right now. But this city? It'll only go the crows if we let it." Gahariet walked into the bedroom, searching for a cushion or extra blanket. "Of course, now's not the best time; we're all a little bloodied, and rest would be good before we did anything further. But think about it, at least."

He then turned to the party. "I can make do without the bed, if someone else wants it."

Diplomacy (to try and convince Grau to help): [roll0]

[Phasm]

Gianna's eyebrows rise as Grau introduces himself. She knows that name; the falling out between Grau, Vencarlo Orsini, and Sabrina Merrin was the hot topic in the local taverns for weeks when it happened. "Sergeant Grau Soldado himself, eh? What made you decide to leave the Guard? Last I heard, you had a pretty good career going there. And the gods only know we'll need decent Guardsmen in coming days, given that half the city seems to have lost their minds over the fact that we've got a Queen instead of a King now." Note to self, do not use any thieves' cant as long as he's around. She takes a seat on a large, somewhat tattered armchair and scoots over to make room for Paolo. (If he wants it; he might want to talk to Donald and make sure his friend's all right.) "What do people think they're going to accomplish by rioting, anyway? It's not as if it'll bring the King back."

[Name_Here]

"Couldn't really tell you but I do know that people have been on edge for awhile now. Something big is coming you can almost feel it in the air. Some people are just so scared and don't know what to do that they're going to lash out at anything that scares or threatens them. And they're going to tear this city apart."

Grau hangs his head at Gaheriet's words

"By the gods I've been pathetic haven't I? Too scared to move to pathetic to do my job. I'll be no help to the guard right now but I sober up tonight and come first light tomorrow I report back in. I'll let them know what I did hopefully the captain will accept me back.

Your trip home is a quick one you live only a few blocks away. You see scattered proof that the mob has been through here smashed windows teeth surroudned by dry blood probaby from a knight or a guardsman cracking somebody with a mace.

Your home is untouched by the violence probably due to your neighbor who you can see in the darkness of his home standing vigalent his crossbow cocked and ready to let loose.

You set rotating watches throughout the night and all manage to get a good night's sleep. People on watch see several small groups moving stealthily through the street though none come to your door. Probably looters trying to pick up some spoils left unguarded in the chaos.

[Hatter]

With the rise of dawn, as the first to sleep and the last to stand watch, Hock slams open the door with a resounding crash and thud that practically rips the door off of it's hinges. He steps into the sunlight and stretches with a loud

GRAAAAAAAAA!!!

Such a sight and sound would be common place enough for those living near Karla's Emporium in Old Korvosa. The half-orc looked around before gazing up at the warm sunlight and his stomach growled.

[Lord Of Mantas]

"By the gods, I've been pathetic, haven't I? Too scared to move, too pathetic to do my job. I'll be no help to the guard right now, but... I'll sober up tonight and come first light tomorrow, I'll report back in. I'll let them know what I did, and... hopefully the captain will accept me back."
Gahariet smiled. "You're doing the right thing."

The captain, huh? That gives me an idea...

***

Gahariet elected to take the watch closest to midnight, using what time was not spent glowering at the shadowy figures moving through the streets to offer prayers to Desna, imploring her to watch over the dreams and lives of Korvosa. As dawn broke, his sleep was shattered by the sound of Hock's roar, and he staggered downstairs, rubbing the slumber from his eyes.

"Morning, Hock."

Once the people who had elected to remain at the Townhouse awoke, Gahariet spoke. "Alright. So, lacking a better starting point for... you all know what, I'd like to make a suggestion. I propose we accompany Grau to go see the captain of the guard; not only is it relevant to what we discussed yesterday, but there's a certain item-" Gahariet glanced meaningfully at Wim, "-that would probably be best turned in there."

[Phasm]

A crash and a bestial roar jolt Gianna out of a light sleep, lunging out of her bedroll with a knife in her hand. "What? What's there?" She scrubs at her eyes with her free hand, looking around. Nothing seems to be amiss. Everyone is present and accounted for, except for Hock- and the large silhouette just outside the front door is most likely him. "Was that you, Hock?"

She nods when Gahariet is finished speaking. "I think we should get some food and Braaga first, though."

[altona]

Wim having volunteered for last watch so he could watch the sun rise, is relieved both to see the sun and for the night to pass without incident. I agree with both of you. Food would do us all well, and we do have some things I'd rather not hold on to. I'd also like to not be carrying a lot of valuable items with the city as it is.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet's stomach gurgled at the mention of food. "Right. Yes. Breakfast I can definitely get behind. You have Braaga's address, right Wim?"

[skypse]

Braaga feels relieved that his home is untouched despite the chaos on the streets. When he sees the neighbor he waves at him.
Thank you my friend! It was a pretty rough day for me and the last thing I needed is someone breaking into my house and violating the peace of the spirits. Thank you for being vigilant!

Braaga enters his house, leaving his stuff around. After cleaning up himself he pays his respects to his mentor at his shrine in his house and after throwing some food to his mule, he goes to sleep.

His mentor appeared again in his dreams.
You did well my boy! I am happy that you finally managed to save your soul from the damnation of eternal hatred. Keep close with those who helped you today. They are good omen for you and you will be able to grow stronger with them. Liberate the people of this city the same way you got liberated today.

In the morning, Braaga made some breakfast and meditated as his everyday routine, before looking out of the window the results of yesterday's riot. The words of his mentor echoing in his mind.

[Hatter]

Breakfas' Mmmmmmmmm

The half-orc's stomach began to growl

[Name_Here]

You hear from people on the street that the city guard have closed the gates and are turning away the farmers and merchants trying to bring in their goods. It'll only be a matter of time before smuggling becomes organized but right now there is no price gouging going on so nobody is taking the risks. But there is food to be found even amongst the shuffle of people trying to fix up places that were damaged in the chaos or salvage those places burned down.

Every so often you hear the clash of guards and knights fighting with citizens who refused to dismantle their barricades. But in the light of day people are trying to repair and restock for what will no doubt be another dangerous night.

But the problems of food shortages and nightly riots are well into the future. The group is able to find food either the day old bread from a bakery, some hot pies filled with unidentifiable meat from a vendor or even some apples and bacon smuggled over the wall by an enterpenuerial soul who wormed his way through a crack in the wall and sold it to you at a price half again what you would usually pay. And after a quick breakfast Grau and the group set out to the guard Barracks.

Feel free to RP anything you want to say on the way to the barracks.

As you approach you notice a large number of Royal guards at the gates of the Barracks the captain steps up and says "Only those with official business will be allowed in."

Sergant Grau is allowed in once he explains that he is with the guard reporting in. But the royal guard refuses entry to the party.

[altona]

Well folks I think its time we brave the city and take care of any errands we have for the night. I believe there are children that might have a home to get back to and we have some items to sell. Grau you dont mind if we make a couple of stops on our way to the guard house do you? If you dont want to go wandering all over town we can meet you there as well? Hock dont forget your gator bits. We have a hat to go order too. Once everyone is ready to head out, Wim will lead the way, both knowing which of his contacts would be willing to buy the items he has, and having Braaga's address

Ahh the city. Oppurtinity really is everywhere today. I wonder just how far the rabbit whole this little trinket will take us. Wim seems to be walking with a lighter step then he did yesterday. Still keeping his eyes peeled for any other opportunists that might be out.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet nods at Wim's suggestions. "As long as we're on the subject of returning Paolo home... Well, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to stop by the Temple of Desna for a couple of minutes. Alka's likely to be worried sick about me."

[Hatter]

Hock grunts before stepping over to Wim. He looked down at the halfling with a grin.

We go get big hammer so Hock can smash an smash an smash some more!

[Phasm]

"We can do that, Gahariet." Gianna nods in agreement. "If anyone is selling arms and armor after last night, I think some better armor would be lovely. Something that allows me full range of motion, I nearly got caught in the crawlspace! But first Paolo needs to get home." She looks over at Donald. "Do you have somewhere to go, Donald? If not, I'm sure Amalia and Rafaele would be willing to put you up, at least in the short term." Provided the two musicians have the money to support another child, Gianna knows they want one. And if they can't support another mouth to feed right now, they have an extensive network of friends and colleagues. If anyone can find a good home for an orphan, they can.

[Name_Here]

"If they can put him up even just for the day it will give me time to secure him a berth in the barracks if that is something he would want to do. I'm certainly not going to let him just wander around at night. Assuming of course I haven't burned too many bridges. At the very least I can pay them back for taking care of him for a little while." Grau says.

"I have nobody to look after me and nowhere else to go." Donald says trying to maintain his demeanor as a street smart kid who isn't scared, even though he is clearly terrified of being cut loose.

[Lord Of Mantas]

"I'm sure they'd be happy to." Gahariet looked to Gianna for confirmation before continuing on.

"Depending on how much we get from selling everything off today, as well, I'd like to see if we can stop by any magic stores. After last night, I have a feeling that we're going to get into a lot of scrapes, and I only have so many spells I can cast per day. A wand, or something to that effect, would be just the thing."

Just until we get everything sorted out OOC as far as shopping goes, it may be prudent to move the scene to dropping off Donald/stopping by the temple. That last one should only need a couple posts from me to resolve.

[Phasm]

"Don't worry, Donald. We won't just abandon you on the street." Gianna smiles down at him. "All right then. Amalia and Rafaele's place, the Temple of Desna, an armorer's, a weaponsmith's, a magic shop, and the guard. Let's be about it!"

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet gave a hearty nod as the group settled on a course of action, following them through town with a renewed spring in his step - at least for the moment.

[Name_Here]

Soon enough after Donald and Paulo are dropped off with Gianna's family and you've purchased new weapons and magical gear. Then you escort Grau back to the main guard barracks. Along the way you see a great deal of destruction as though the guard couldn't even keep control of the areas surrounding their barracks.

As you approach you notice a large number of Royal guards at the gates of the Barracks the captain steps up and says "Only those with official business will be allowed in."

Sergeant Grau is allowed in once he explains that he is with the guard reporting in. But the royal guard refuses entry to the party. Informing you that the queen is currently inside with city leaders securing their plans to protect the city against further unrest.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet stood at the gates of the barracks with the rest of the party. In his pouch, he had the comfortable weight of a brand new wand of curing magic; only effective on light wounds, to be sure, but it would still serve them greatly in the days to come. In his heart, he had a sense of relief after having reunited, if only briefly, with Alka - not that that had stopped her from scolding the young man for disappearing so suddenly after she had nearly crushed his ribs in a giant hug. The ensuing conversation, conducted in private, about what was to come had been every more pitched.

"So, let me get this straight. The reason you disappeared yesterday is because a harrow card appeared out of nowhere, telling you that someone needed your help to strike back at the man whose goons beat you up and left you in the alley where I found you all those years ago."

"That's about the gist of it."

"And then, after you'd broken in, nearly got eaten by an alligator, put him down, and rescued the kid who he'd taken hostage, you found out that she was actually dead, her ghost is haunting a pack of harrow cards, and that she'd made a prophecy that doom is about to descend on Korvosa."

"Got it in one, mom."

"Honey, you are really lucky that I had a rather ominous dream along the same lines last night while I was performing the Midnight Prayers, or else I would have to say that is the stupidest, most hackneyed thing I've ever heard. And after you scare me half to death, making me worry all night long about whether or not you were dead, you just expect me to let you go back out there!?"

"Mom, I have to! You said it yourself, you've seen the portents! This has to be why Desna put some of her power in me, all those years ago!"

"...I know, Gari. But you're my son, and to see you throw yourself headfirst into danger like this..."

"Mom. It's the only way. This is your city. My city. And I'm not just going to let it go to the crows."

Gahariet reached out and took his mother's hand.

"I'm not saying goodbye."

Alka sighed, and looked her adopted son square in the eye.

"Okay, honey. Just... just promise you won't take any unnecessary risks."

Gahariet hugged the priestess. "I promise, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie. I'll be praying for you."
Steeling his resolve, Gahariet turned to the guards. "Believe us, guardsmen, when I say that we are on official business. We have information that directly pertains to her majesty."

Nice and truthful, without being overly specific or making us look like enterprising thieves in want of a reward for nicking off with something.

Diplomacy (to try and get them to let us in): [roll0]

...are all my diplomacy rolls for this campaign going to be at one extreme or the other?! :smallfurious:

[altona]

As they walk through the city towards the barracks Wim subconsciously runs his fingers over the hilt of the masterfully crafted blade. Once they are stopped and Gahariet attempts to talk sweet talk the guards. He chimes in:
I know the night was long and were all on edge, but I can assure you I am loyal to the throne and we are here on a matter of a sensitive nature and we need to speak with Her Majesty if she can find a moment.


[roll0]



Seeing that the guard are too on edge to see to be reasoned with, Wim pulls the brooch from his belt pouch. Holding it out in the palm of his hand. I believe Her Majesty has been seeking this item for some time. Right before the rioting broke out my companions and I had an run in with a Mr Lamm. We found this hidden away in his hideout.

[Name_Here]

The guard remained impassive to your arguements content that you weren't going to attack him he let you say your piece until you grew bored and wandered off..

However once Wim showed him the brooch he immidiately sprang into action. Sending another guard back into the Barracks. "I've sent for the Queen's personal bodyguard Sabina Merin. She'll make the final call about if any of you will be allowed to see the Queen. If she allows you in you'll need to leave your weapons with the guards. Only the Royal guards are allowed to carry weapons in her majesty's presence."

A few minutes later a beautiful woman in finely crafted full plate walks out of the Barracks.

http://i771.photobucket.com/albums/xx356/TiamatZ/CrimsonThrone4thEd/SabinaMerrin.jpg (http://s771.photobucket.com/user/TiamatZ/media/CrimsonThrone4thEd/SabinaMerrin.jpg.html)

“Greetings. They tell me you’ve something that belongs to the queen. Is this correct?”

After you show her the brooch she stands aside and motions for the group to enter the barracks. As the guards look to follow her in she says “You may return to your posts. These heroes pose no threat to the queen.”

As she guides you through the Barracks she asks. "How should I introduce you to Queen Ileso? Due to the circumstances your names should suffice we are not in court so we won't stand on ceremony. But if you would like me to introduce you with any titles or grand deeds I certainly can."

[Hatter]

Hock giggles almost uncontrollably, handing his rodiculously heavy hammer over to a skinny guard as a thought crossed his mind.

Hock be name

Said the half-orc with a stupid grin on his face.

Hock be bearer o' Lamm's Balls. Hock jus' cut em off yesterday! Ha! Lamm won' be hurtin' nobody no more!

The half-orc held up a leather pouch, the contents quite obvious to the rest of the party.

[altona]

Knowing full well that trifflling or ever arguing with the royal guard is more than a little pointless. Wim unhooks the scabbard from his belt and hands it to the Royal Guard. Please keep this safe.

Wim chuckles a bit when Sabina calls the lot of them heroes. He mutters under his breathOh Calphina, I hope you find this as comical as I do.

As they are lead through the barracks Wim keeps a close eye on the layout of the building thinking to himself it might be beneficial to know the layout of a barracks...
I guess it would be rude to give the queen my nick name, My name is Wimbert Haylock.

[Phasm]

Gianna isn't happy about leaving her weapons behind, but this is to be expected when visiting royalty. She pulls a second dagger out of her boot and a third one from under the armor of her left arm, handing them over along with her rapier, sap, and the dagger on her belt. The one nestled between her breasts and the one down her back remain in place, though. Nobody else has been strip-searched, hopefully giving up the second and third daggers will satisfy the guards that she truly is unarmed.

The half-elf winces as Hock introduces himself. Only for a moment, though; when Sabina turns to her, Gianna gives her a polite smile. "I am Gianna Capello. No deeds of note... yet."

[Lord Of Mantas]

With a nod of understanding, Gahariet handed over his quarterstaff and crossbow. "Gahariet Levesque, priest-in-training of Desna."

[skypse]

Braaga was watching the whole scene in silence, trying to get unnoticed so he could avoid the guards asking him to remove his mask. He followed the others in, not passing his ritual dagger if they don't ask for it but he won't hide it either.

My name is Braaga milady.

[Name_Here]

Sabine looks at Hock quizzically but when Hock returned the look with a guileless smile and a display of a small bag she decided against asking what on earth he could possibly mean.

She led the group to a door and instructs the group "Please enter one at a time as I introduce you. I know it's a bother but trust me it'll allow the queen to better remember your names and the deed you have preformed for her on this day." With that she slipped into the room.

In a clear voice she announced each of you names waiting a few second for the introduced to enter the room before announcing the next member of the party. Your Majesty, Field Marshal Cressida Kroft may I present to you Braaga, Gianna Capello, Wimbert Haylock, Gahariet Levesque, priest-in-training of Desna and Hock bearer of Lamm's ... Manhood. These are the heroes who are responsible for the return of your treasured brooch and for bringing the thieves to justice.

Turning to the group she said "It is my pleasure to introduce you to Cressida Kroft Field Marshal of the city guard, and her Majesty Queen Ileosa.

Field Marshal Kroft is a dark haired, tired and harried looking woman who in better times would no doubt be quite attractive. As it is she is probably only just keeping herself form collapsing due to exhaustion. However you can spare no more than a glance at Field Marshal Kroft before your gaze is drawn to the queen.

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Wim you remember seeing the queen when she first came to the city a few years ago. As she rode up to the palace you remember thinking that she was the most beautiful woman you have ever seen even if you didn't usually like the way the tall folk looked. Since that time she has no doubt grown even more lovely. You realize now that she was only a lovely girl when you saw her last time now you see her as a woman in the prime of her beauty and not even the mourning veil she wears diminishes that.

Any who haven't seen her before are struck by how beautiful she is. None of you truly believed the stories and rumors about her but now you find that even the most over the top story of how beautiful the young queen was did not do her justice.

Sabine takes the brooch from Wim and presents it to the queen with a flourish before standing next to the queen's chair.

With the brooch now in hand the queen speaks “This brooch was stolen from me some time ago—I had not expected to see it again, truth be told. And yet, here on my darkest day, you come before me with kindness. The return of this brooch is much more than an honorable deed. It is inspiration. It is hope.

I love Korvosa, as my husband did before me. His death has shocked the city as it has me, but I will not see his legacy destroyed in death, and I shall not see my city torn apart. All Korvosa stands at the precipice of a disaster wrought by her citizens—these riots cannot continue. You have already done my heart a great service in returning this bauble to me on this dark day, and you shall be rewarded. Yet, perhaps you can serve your city more.

The Korvosan Guard is stretched thin, and it can certainly use the aid of heroes such as yourself. Field Marshal Kroft no doubt has many jobs that can use your particular set of skills and by my order she shall induct you into the guard. Now, I need to continue with my consultations with Kroft—there are still many preparations that need to be completed. Again, I thank you for the kindness you have shown me, and I hope your days of serving the crown are only just beginning.”

She then motions for one of her valets to bring you a small silver chest filled with 12 gold ingots each stamped with the royal seal of Korvasa before you are escorted form the room and led to a small conference room.

Each of the gold ingots is worth 100 gp 1200 total.

The chest itself is worth an extra 50 gp

[Hatter]

Hock looks puzzled at his new aassignment.

Hock be guard? Does Hock get a uniform?

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet stood in awe and respect at the queen, and bowed as she finished her small speech. "There is nothing I wish more than to see this turmoil in Korvosa resolved, your highness. We've all seen for ourselves what the strain on the guard has wrought."

This must be how we were meant to help. It must be.

Following the queen's valet into the conference room, Gahariet turned to Hock.

"Who knows? It's not out of the question, but something tells me the guard wants agents who aren't, at first glance, associated with them."

[Hatter]

Hock looked down at Gahariet

Huh? Ya use big words. Confusin fer Hock but think Hock understands. Hock be guard but nobody know? What fun of being guard if nobody know?

The big oaf licked his lips, still trying to wrap his head around everything.

Hock be guard. Hock smash bad people an get paid ta do it!

A single grey-skinned fist was pumped into the air, almost knocking over a bust of the king.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Hock looked down at Gahariet

Huh? Ya use big words. Confusin fer Hock but think Hock understands. Hock be guard but nobody know? What fun of being guard if nobody know?
Gahariet smiled slyly. "Because then the bad guys are less likely to run away like cowards before we can smash then. Or whatever else we need to do."

[Phasm]

Oh, this is rich. Gianna, professional second-story woman and safecracker, is now working for the Korvosa Guard. Definitely not what she had intended to do on coming here today, but it's bad for one's health to tell royalty 'no'. And besides... "That is a lot of gold." The rogue sits down in one of the chairs, reflexively checking the room's exits. "If nothing else, regular pay will make it easier to pay the rent."

[altona]

Wim shakes his head mostly in disbelief. All the years of avoiding the law, now being offered the position of the law. I guess the best criminals make the best enforcers as they say.

Well this certainly isnt how I expected my week to go. But yeah sure count me in. Who says know to royalty and a box full of gold bars.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gaharietsmiled. "Not gonna lie, that aspect of it is kind of awesome."

Almost makes you forget we're trying to avert a prophecy of doom.

[Name_Here]

Some guard bring in a small flagon of water. After about half an hour the Field Marshal enters and more collapses than sits into one of the tables.

Looking you all over she says Greetings— I know we were just introduced but I never liked that ceremonial stuff. My name is Cressida, and heroes of your caliber are exactly what Korvosa needs now. You’ve been on the streets. You know better than me how bad things are out there. It’s breaking my heart to see Korvosa tear herself apart like this. Every little bit of aid we can get from upstanding citizens like you helps. I figured I would give you the chance to formally accept since the queen didn't really give you an option. If you’re willing, I’d very much like to retain your services as agents of the Guard. I don’t need to say, of course, that you’ll be well compensated for these services.”

Assuming the group doesn't walk out the door.

“Korvosa’s got enough troubles as it is without my own men losing their way and going rogue. As much as it pains me to admit, though, this has happened several times already. Many guards have deserted their posts, more concerned about friends and family than the city. I can understand this, yet not all of the deserters have family—some of them are simply using the riots as an excuse for personal gain. One such man is Verik Vancaskerkin. Worse than a lone deserter, he’s convinced a small group of fellow guards that Queen Ileosa is going to ruin the city. Whether she does or doesn’t isn’t the point—right now, we’ve got a city-wide crisis on our hands, and I need all of my guards working with me to see us through. A deserter is worse than a lost resource—it’s an infection. I can’t afford to pull any of my other patrols off duty to deal with Vancaskerkin, and I’d rather not expose any of them to him anyway, since I neither want Vancaskerkin to infect more guards with his talk of secession, nor do I want some overly patriotic guard killing Vancaskerkin outright. I need impartial, skilled talent. Like you."
“Vancaskerkin and his men have holed up in an abandoned butcher’s shop up in Northgate—the place was called All the World’s Meat. I need you to check out the place. Try to avoid killing any of the deserters if you can, but if you must, they brought it upon themselves when they threw in their lot with Vancaskerkin. For him, I’d really prefer it if you could capture him alive and return him to me for interrogation, but if he makes that impossible, I’ll accept his body as well. Finally, see if you can find out why Verik deserted—if there’s more to it than simple personal politics, I need to know immediately. Bring me Verik alive, and there’s another thousand gold in it for you. Dead, he’s only worth half that.”

[Lord Of Mantas]

Taking a glass of water and nursing it gently, Gahariet set it down as Marshal Kroft entered the room and collapsed into a chair.

Greetings— I know we were just introduced but I never liked that ceremonial stuff. My name is Cressida, and heroes of your caliber are exactly what Korvosa needs now. You’ve been on the streets. You know better than me how bad things are out there. It’s breaking my heart to see Korvosa tear herself apart like this. Every little bit of aid we can get from upstanding citizens like you helps. I figured I would give you the chance to formally accept since the queen didn't really give you an option. If you’re willing, I’d very much like to retain your services as agents of the Guard. I don’t need to say, of course, that you’ll be well compensated for these services.”
Even if my conscience didn't say so. Even if Zellara hadn't said so. Even if common sense didn't say so.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say we're in, Marshal. What do you need from us?"


“Korvosa’s got enough troubles as it is without my own men losing their way and going rogue. As much as it pains me to admit, though, this has happened several times already. Many guards have deserted their posts, more concerned about friends and family than the city. I can understand this, yet not all of the deserters have family—some of them are simply using the riots as an excuse for personal gain. One such man is Verik Vancaskerkin. Worse than a lone deserter, he’s convinced a small group of fellow guards that Queen Ileosa is going to ruin the city. Whether she does or doesn’t isn’t the point—right now, we’ve got a city-wide crisis on our hands, and I need all of my guards working with me to see us through. A deserter is worse than a lost resource—it’s an infection. I can’t afford to pull any of my other patrols off duty to deal with Vancaskerkin, and I’d rather not expose any of them to him anyway, since I neither want Vancaskerkin to infect more guards with his talk of secession, nor do I want some overly patriotic guard killing Vancaskerkin outright. I need impartial, skilled talent. Like you."
“Vancaskerkin and his men have holed up in an abandoned butcher’s shop up in Northgate—the place was called All the World’s Meat. I need you to check out the place. Try to avoid killing any of the deserters if you can, but if you must, they brought it upon themselves when they threw in their lot with Vancaskerkin. For him, I’d really prefer it if you could capture him alive and return him to me for interrogation, but if he makes that impossible, I’ll accept his body as well. Finally, see if you can find out why Verik deserted—if there’s more to it than simple personal politics, I need to know immediately. Bring me Verik alive, and there’s another thousand gold in it for you. Dead, he’s only worth half that.”
Gahariet smiled. "If it's alive you need, then you've come to the right place. As it happens, I know a spell or two that can help with that." Gahariet rubbed his fingers together, a crackle of rainbow-colored magic swirling between them.

Although given the luck I had with it in Lamm's lair, it seems it's likely to work as not.

"That said, though... in case that backfires, I don't suppose you could provide us with any saps or bludgeons, just as a backup option? And what can you tell us about where they've holed up? Approximate numbers, anything unique or interesting about the building?"

[skypse]

Braaga watched silently as everything was happening so quickly around him. First it was the guards, then the introduction to the queen, now the guard commander assigning them a mission and Gahariet outright accepting it. He didn't have anything to say to all these nor did he have any objections about helping the city. However he felt like things could be going a little bit slower without any harm.

How much time do we have before we must go to the mission?

His voice sounded stone cold through the mask, as if he was a veteran soldier of the royal guard. However a keen and experienced ear could easily recognize that the shaman had no fighting background or experience. In fact, the sole idea of going up against trained professional guards made him sweat beneath his mask.

I will need to make some preparations so we will be able to fight them more effectively. Especially since our huge friend here might find it a little difficult to NOT smash them in pieces. *points at Hock*.
From what I understand it is a delicate mission and you want us to create as little fuss as possible about it right?

[Hatter]

Hock simply grinned at the accusing finger before turning to look at the Marshall.

Hock get purty guard uniform? Hock want uniform. Hock smash good but be real hard ta not smash hard. Hock dun' understand why not smash hard.

[Phasm]

"Because it's very difficult to get answers out of a dead man, Hock. We need to know why Vancaskerkin deserted the Guard." Hock is kind of growing on Gianna, despite his unnerving tendency to take gruesome trophies. He's like an enormous child in some ways. She takes a sip of water and leans back in her chair. "May we have some manacles from the Guard's stores? A loan, naturally, but it is more difficult to get out of a good pair of manacles than it is rope. Particularly if we want Vancaskerkin to be able to walk."

[altona]

Traitors amongst the guard. Whatever happened to accepting a good bribe and just coming in and doing your job? Wim visibly winces as the words slip out. Um.. Anyways. Well do what we can but Ill be honest, if they wont be talked down I make poke a couple of holes in them. If they resemble a fine cheese is that gonna be a problem? Wim smiles knowing full well that not killing these low lifes isn't going to be easy. Hopefully the magic can do most of the work.

You don't happen to have any training foils? I might be able to bring you something back that less resembles cheese that way.
Wim listens to Bragaa, Hock and Gianna's exchanges a little half-heartedly as he tries to see what he can remember about this Verik character.

If we got a bit of time Id like to go do some asking around see what the city knows.

If anyone attempts to follow him Wim will actively attempt to lose them if he is aware of their presence. Even taking the time to hide from any tail if needed
Perception[roll0]
Stealth[roll1]



Wim heads out of the Barracks and heads over to where his old friend Hawthorn "works" during the day. On the docks of the Eastern Shore Wim marks the shudder of a house an O and then heads into the nearby tavern. He takes a seat at an empty table in the back corner of the tavern. This early in the day the place is fairly uncrowded which is what he prefers.

Shortly after Wim takes his seat but before a drink could be ordered another halfling walks and walks right back to Wim's table pulling up a chair and with a sigh he plops down in the chair. This halfling looks exhausted like he has yet to rest from the events of the previous night.
It was the sort of night wasn't it. Wim says with a smile
That it was my friend. I didnt expect to see you with all the uproar. Looking for smuggling work? Or are we here to talk more about how you think you can avenge her death? The tone of the last bit of the sentence is harsh.
I got him. Wim replies coldly.
You what? When?
Last night. Ill tell you all about it another time. Just know that its done and your friend is back. I am here for 2 things Hawthorn.
Before Wim can finish Hawthorn lifts the ring hanging from his neck and removes it, the ring matches the one on Wim's right ring finger. He holds the makeshift necklace out.
And the other?
I need to know everything you know about Vancaskerkin. I have found some interesting work that involves him.


knowledge local[roll2]

[Name_Here]

"Thank you for taking up this job. Time is of the essence but since we can't spare any guard units to aid you until the crisis is over I'll trust in your judgement of when you can successfully launch an assault Vancaskerkin's little hideout. And yes we're hearing rumors that he is building up a bit of a following in the neighborhood so keeping it quick and quiet is vitally important. I don't know how loyal or fanatical his followers are but in the current situation I don't need more riots or a long drawn out siege."

She continues

"There is no time to get you all kitted out in guard uniforms but I can make sure the quartermaster knows that you each are to be given a sap in addition to a guard badge though with the current situation I suggest you don't use your badges to try and cow Northgate into letting you drag Vancaskerkin off. We don't know who is sympathetic to Vancaskerkin's cause so if he catches wind of you moving in on him he might bring in people to help him hold his hideout turning it into a bloodbath which I again need to stress I really really don't need. Also as freelance members of the guard you are able to bunk here to sleep should you need a safe place to sleep I can also make sure that Theandra Darklight extends you a line of credit if you would prefer to operate out of the Three Rings Tavern I've known adventuring groups that find working in the guard Barracks... stifling. She says opening a box in front of her containing 5 beaten up guard badges.

By the power vested in me blah blah blah. You all have been deputized into the guard please try to make my job easier not harder going forward.

Hawthorn nods his head "I've been hearing that name an awful lot lately. Made watch sergeant after only three years in the guard. Iomeadea couldn't have risen in the ranks that fast. Somebody out there wanted Verik in a higher position and they pulled a ton of strings and paid out a small fortune in bribes to get him to where he is."

The halfling waves for a beer

"Or where he was. Heard he left the guard right after the king's death became a philanthropic butcher. Just this morning he was handing out meat to everybody who came by his little shop in Northgate saying it was his duty to make sure nobody starved thanks to the usurper queen. Bit of an odd choice for a guy who my contacts on the guard claim would knife his own mother to get ahead. Maybe his mystery backer convinced him that there was a bigger position in it for him if he was able to calm down Northgate. Though all I've been able to suss outwhoever is backing him is old money from the nobby parts of town."

"So now that I've scratched your back you mind letting me know what the job is? In the current environment even the smallest scrapes of information are worth more than gold.

[skypse]

Braaga sees the badges but he doesn't reach to take one.
Don't get me wrong, I mean I do feel honored and I understand how unique this situation is for us and I totally appreciate it. However I am not fond of badges or generally symbols other than the ones I already bear. I also thank you for your hospitality but I would prefer to stay at my home in the Old Korvosa basically because I fell more comfortable there and also because I have to take care of my mule.
He turns to the others:
I suggest we meet in the morning, at the entrance of Northgate. Logic says that the security will be tighter at night and I doubt that most of us will be able to sneak in without noticing us. Also, if that Vancaskerkin guy has any spies in the palace or around it, it would be better if we disperse before we go there. I bought some magical scrolls earlier. I will study some of them today as soon as I return to my place so that I can be of more help tomorrow.

Now if that's all, I would like to depart and start my preparations. As far as the sap goes, give it to our smasher here to practice.
He turns to Hock with a grin hidden behind his mask.
It won't do much of noise, but I assure you it can be really painful and devastating in hands like yours.

[Lord Of Mantas]

"There is no time to get you all kitted out in guard uniforms but I can make sure the quartermaster knows that you each are to be given a sap in addition to a guard badge though with the current situation I suggest you don't use your badges to try and cow Northgate into letting you drag Vancaskerkin off. We don't know who is sympathetic to Vancaskerkin's cause so if he catches wind of you moving in on him he might bring in people to help him hold his hideout turning it into a bloodbath which I again need to stress I really really don't need. Also as freelance members of the guard you are able to bunk here to sleep should you need a safe place to sleep I can also make sure that Theandra Darklight extends you a line of credit if you would prefer to operate out of the Three Rings Tavern I've known adventuring groups that find working in the guard Barracks... stifling.

By the power vested in me blah blah blah. You all have been deputized into the guard please try to make my job easier not harder going forward.

"Thank you, Marshal. I hope we don't make things difficult for you either."

In no small part because if that does happen, it'll probably mean we failed.

Grabbing a badge, Gahariet turned it over in the light. "Honestly, both the Three Rings and the barracks have their advantages, as far as a rest spot. What do you guys think?"


Don't get me wrong, I mean I do feel honored and I understand how unique this situation is for us and I totally appreciate it. However I am not fond of badges or generally symbols other than the ones I already bear. I also thank you for your hospitality but I would prefer to stay at my home in the Old Korvosa basically because I fell more comfortable there and also because I have to take care of my mule.
Gahariet nods, seeing the logic behind Braaga's statements, but takes the badge he was offered - just in case. He then tucked both inside his belt pouch - easy enough to produce, not out in the open where anyone could see.


I suggest we meet in the morning, at the entrance of Northgate. Logic says that the security will be tighter at night and I doubt that most of us will be able to sneak in without noticing us. Also, if that Vancaskerkin guy has any spies in the palace or around it, it would be better if we disperse before we go there. I bought some magical scrolls earlier. I will study some of them today as soon as I return to my place so that I can be of more help tomorrow.

Now if that's all, I would like to depart and start my preparations. As far as the sap goes, give it to our smasher here to practice.

It won't do much of noise, but I assure you it can be really painful and devastating in hands like yours.
Gahariet visibly squirmed at the thought of waiting, but tried to be more diplomatic than during the intial riot.

If we're going to be working together, I need to get the rapport back how it was when we were first fighting Lamm, and I was patching us up afterwards.

"I get the logic behind that, but... If daylight's the issue, then now would be as good a time as any - it's still midday. What preparations do you need to make, exactly?"

[skypse]

I need to perform a ritual to transfer the arcane energy from these scrolls to myself. This way I will be able to prepare myself for casting this spell regularly, without needing to buy it again and again. I need one hour for each scroll and I need to do the ritual for at least 2 of them. One is to help for making them sleep unconscious and the other can be used either as help for us to make no sounds or force them to be quiet so they can't raise an alarm or something similar. This means at least 2 hours for the rituals. But in order to be able to use them, I will have to go through an eight-hour rest and perform another mystical ritual which allows the spirits to fill me with arcane energy for a certain period of time.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet scratched his chin. "Well, when you put it like that, that is a pretty good idea. Having an advantage like those spells would really help... The question is, just how time-sensitive is this matter?" Gahariet turned to Cressida. "Do you think Vancaskerkin would do too much damage if we left him unmolested for another day? I'm sure the rest of us could find something else to do to help you in the meantime."

[Name_Here]

"As I said there is no rush with it. He hasn't been attacking officials or rallying people into murderous rages so he's actually near the smallest of our problems. So he'll keep for another day or so. For today I think you should try to scout out his hideout though of course we'll never say no to a little help. There are guardsmen still wounded and we could use some extra men out there on patrol to allow some of our more exhausted men to rest." The Field Marshal says.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet smiled brightly. "Well, I'd definitely be glad to help out with that. Times like these we need everyone at their best. And afterwards maybe I can hit up the market with the others, use that reward her Highness gave us to get some more equipment." He then turned back to the party. "So, Braaga staying at his house aside, what do you all think? Barracks or the Three Rings?"

[Hatter]

Hock reaches for a badge before carelessly stuffing it somewhere on his person. With a grunt the half-orc says.

Hock really wanted uniform but Hock know smart thing be ta stay at inn wit' no uniform. We stay at barracks an' people be start noticin. We stay at inn an' we jus' be otha goons.

Hock be real guard someday. Masha' lady give Hock dream now. Today Hock jus' be goon fer guards.

[Phasm]

"I have my own sap, thanks." Gianna takes the badge and tucks it away in her belt pouch. "I'd prefer to stay at my apartment, but if it would make communication and such easier, I've no objection to staying at the Three Rings for a few days." She purses her lips, thinking. "Actually... it might be easier for me to just stay at the inn for a few days. My place isn't exactly close to either the barracks or the Three Rings, and if we need to get going in a hurry, it would be easier to only have to fetch one person as opposed to two."

Draining her glass of water, the rogue continues. "I need to check on my house sometime today, make sure no looters got in and such. But after that I'll have a snoop around and see if anyone I know has any good dirt on Vancaskerkin. You'd be surprised what beggars and street kids overhear."

[altona]

Before heading out Wim says Gianna how bout after you do your things and I do mine we meet up discuss our things and take a look around. See what we see. Jeggare Circle? Ill buy lunch?



Wim pulls out the badge Cressida offered him earlier and sets it on the table.
Ive been deputized. He says with a smile. Bet you never expected to see me with one of these. Her Royal Highness herself asked us to assist. Us being VERY odd bunch. We were collected by a ghost and pointed at Lamm like a knife. Its quiet the rabbit hole Ive stumbled into. I feel like I'm just a blade being pointed at its next target. I dislike not knowing which piece on the chess board I am. Wim sighs as he thinks over the last couple of days shaking his head as he does. I am supposed to meet up with one of my new companions Gianna to do a little bit of scouting work. Dont worry about the badge out history means more to me than this thing. Although if you hear of anything that could be of use let me know. If you need me, the guards put me up over at Three Rings. One last favor, I dont quiet trust these new companions. See what you can dig up about Gianna, Gahariet and Braaga. Wim stands up pulling Hawthorn up and giving him a friendly hug before heading out the door.


Wim takes the long way to Northgate wanting to get a survey of the town and just how on edge everyone is. A little over an hour and a half after leaving the guard he arrives at Jeggare Circle.

[Lord Of Mantas]

"Well, it looks like the majority's spoken. The Three Rings it is." Gahariet stood and brushed himself off. "You lead, Marshal; I'll follow."

As Cressida led him to where he'd be patrolling, Gahariet spoke up once more. "Also, if any of your men need healing, I can probably spare a spell or two to help the most grievously injured."

[skypse]

That makes two of us. I can help with some healing before departing as well if you need.

[Name_Here]

"I'm afraid I need to get back to my duties but I'll assign one of my lieutenants to be my official liaison with your group. Should you need any further assistance you can contact him. He also will have the authority to set you up on patrols or in the infirmary to help our healers get our men back on the street. She says scanning a pad of paper she had in front of her.

"Liertenant Gyle will be your liaison if you can follow me. Now you'll be reporting to me for assignments Lt. Gyle will be a contact in order to help you better integrate the guards resources and yours while I'm being overwhelmed by the current crisis. Good luck with Verik I have no doubts about your success now if you'll follow me I can introduce you to Lt. Gyle and leave you in his capable hands." Down the hallway where a few members of her staff are waiting. She introduces you to a tall thin man with a thin mustache who leads you to the Quartermaster for saps and manacles and then he attaches you to patrols or the infirmary depending on how you want to help the guard. He can also assign another guard to take anybody who wants to set up the bunks in the Three Rings.

You can feel Hawthorne chuckling a little as he hugs you back. "Take care of yourself. I've heard that some of Verik's boys have been hiring themselves as mercenaries if you ask them about the Night's special cuts."

Walking up to Northgate it feels like the pressure buildup before a storm. Guards travel in heavily armed groups, the knights you saw the night before are quick to descend upon random people accosting them and dragging them off towards the citadel. Through it all there are people trying to get enough food to feed their families or even to locate loved ones who might have gone missing in the chaos last night.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Following Cressida, Gahariet carefully considered which posting would be better. While he had a good chunk of healing magic at his disposal, it was not infinite - and depending on how many guardsmen were out of commission, he could quite easily burn through it all quickly. On top of that, once that ran out, his skills with mundane healing were not especially robust.

If it were a matter of patching up one or two people - which is what I meant by my original offer - or stabilizing them so that they could get to proper healing... Aha!

"Thinking it over, I believe my talents would be best suited to helping your men on patrol, Lieutenant."

I can use my skills at talking people down to help cool things before they get out of hand, and magic and a sap if that fails - plus, my healing skills really are best suited to helping one or two people who've gotten into combat anyway. This is brilliant! Things are looking up at last - we're in a position to help people, and better yet, one to head off whatever's threatening Korvosa.

Incidentally, for those just going to the Three Rings, some time might best be spent selling off the ingots and chest, which should give all of us 250 gp.

[Phasm]

"Sounds good to me, Wim. We can exchange the gold bars for proper coin and sell the chest either before or after lunch." Since they have these nice guards available right now, though, Gianna decides to get her bunk at the inn set up after she receives her guard-issue manacles.

Once that's done, she heads for her modest apartment to look it over and make note of anything that might need fixing or replacing. Hmm, Amalia and Rafaele might have something to say; they sing and play in taverns at night, and liquor always loosens tongues.

Gianna finishes catching up with her adopted sister and her husband just in time to make it to Jeggare Circle for lunch. Now where is that halfling...?

[Hatter]

Hock stood up with a grunt and popped his neck once.

Hock gonna go to tha Three Rings. Hock need drink. lots o' drink. Ha! Hock see everyone later then we can go smash!

On his way out, Hock stops to pick up his hammer before heading to the Three Rings where he can be found drinking at a table and playing dice with whatever coin he has... considering the fact that he is allowing the halfling to manage his finances for him.

[Name_Here]

Gianna finds that the front of her apartment has suffered some dmage probably from rocks or bricks being hurled against it. No broken windows but the door has suffered some damage probably before the guard descended on this street. When she asks Amalia and Rafaele about Verik and his crew she finds out that they have taken to calling themselves the "Crow Hammer Boys" and that four ex guardsmen joined up with Verik. That's all they've heard though they will make sure to keep their ears to the ground and hopefully should have more for you tomorrow morning.

Gaheriet is attached to a patrol lead by a sergeant Gregor who is thankful for the extra help "The guard needs all the help we can get. Last night our Lt broke under the pressure and riled up a huge crowd me and Stewart had to break into a home and barricade the door just to stop the crowd from tearing us apart. Probably would have died last night if it wasn't for those Knights of the Nail. Heaven sent they were cause once they started cracking heads and wading through the rioters they didn't have the time to tear me and Stewart apart so we were able to slip back to the citadel. Today we're going to show them that the guard is still here and that if they pull the same stunt again tonight we'll go even harder on them." The patrol is largely uneventful though your skills do come in handy as one guard takes a large stone to the head, you're able to stablize and heal him before he lost any blood and you are able to convince a group to dismantle their barricades in Old Korvasa.

[altona]

Spotting the rogue looking about for him Wim waves his hand a bit to get her attention and flags her over. Sitting on a pile of empty crates next to a sold out food cart, Wim waits. So what did you learn? I found some interesting bits, mostly just talk and shadow games, but think I may have a way in the front door. Shall we go check the place out?

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet strode into the Three Rings, exhausted but happy after a long days work, and made his way over to the bar, seeking out Hock, Wim and Gianna.

Perception: [roll0]

Making his way over, Gahariet plopped down beside his comapnions. "Goddess, what a day." He leaned forward. "How was your guys'? Productive, I hope?"
Must be still off somewhere.

Making his way over to the bar, Gahariet flagged down who he presumed was the owner. "Theandra Darklight, I presume? My name's Gahariet. Hopefully Marshal Kroft told you I was coming." He extended his hand in greeting. "Something nice and dark to start off the evening, if you please."

[Phasm]

Gianna waves back to Wim and takes a seat. "Hello, Wim. All I've heard so far is that our target and his minions are calling themselves the Crow Hammer Boys, and four ex-guardsmen have joined up. I might be able to get more with some more time." She gives the empty food cart a wistful look; it's been some time since breakfast. "How do you mean, in the door? A back entrance?"

[altona]

Wim looks at her with a grin. Oh not. Right in the front door. Seems they are selling mercenary services as well and I have their code phrase. 4 guards plus Verik. With the element of surprise we could end this in moments. Shall we go give the place the once over? Wim stands up from his makeshift seat. Pausing a moment to ensure Gianna is on board before heading towards the supposed hideout

[Phasm]

"Um, if we're going to end this, we really should get the others. Even with the element of surprise, two against five is not good odds."

[altona]

I'm confident I'm my skills with a blade but not 2v5 confident. I think we should scout and unless we find an easy back door we can go in the front. That brute Hock would be useful.

[altona]

I'm confident I'm my skills with a blade but not 2v5 confident. I think we should scout and unless we find an easy back door we can go in the front. And by we I mean you and I and everyone else. That brute Hock would be useful.

[Name_Here]

The Butcher's shop is a small two story building. With a small window shopfront with a sign bearing the image of a fat smiling cow hanging out front. It has a small 35 by 40 ft fenced off pen with a small penned in area for taking in new livestock. The front door stands ajar though you can see a tough looking man standing inside.

Inside, a long counter runs over half the
room’s width, beyond which a door stands ajar. A low bench
sits against the east wall, while to the north a marble-topped
table displays cuts of meat before a wide, grimy window. A few
flies crawl and circle in the air through the shop.

The man standing behind the counter talks roughly to you.

"Were' all out of meat so you can get out and make sure to show up earlier next time." He says pointing towards the door.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet calmly sipped a dark beer back at the Three Rings, oblivious to Wim and Gianna's larger adventures.

[Phasm]

Gianna cases the joint with the practice of an experienced burglar. A large window, that might be useful. "Really? I knew we should have come here first." She sighs. "Any idea when you'll be getting more meat? Trying to find food in this city is cursed hard now." Which is completely true, yet not the complete truth as to why she's here.


Perception: [roll0]

If she can find a way behind the shop- say, an unattended alley- she'll try to get a look. If it's being watched, she won't.

[Hatter]

Gahariet calmly sipped a dark beer back at the Three Rings, oblivious to Wim and Gianna's larger adventures.

A drunken Hock plops his enormous arse down next to Gahariet.

'EY! Fancy seein' ya 'ere, eh?

He let out a laugh and waved at the bartender.

Hock be wantin' big ol' jug o' beer!

Hock looked at Gahariet with a big dumb look on his face as he thought to himself. Wha' 'is name again? Can' 'member..... maybe he say somethin' smart help Hock 'member...yuh

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet smiled as Hock sat down beside him. "Hi, Hock. And yes, I just came off duty for the day. Lieutenant Gyle ended up placing me on patrol, at my request. Got to help disperse a crowd, take down some barricades, stabilize and patch up one of the men after they got injured in a fight." Gahariet took another sip. "Not gonna lie, that last one was pretty gratifying. Although it was a little embarrassing when he started blubbering out 'Gari, Gari, my best friend, you saved my life!' Of course, using my full name probably would have been even more awkward... Gahariet doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, I'll admit." Gahariet downed the rest of his tankard, then called out to Theandra. "And some of those fritters while you're getting a pitcher for Hock, if you would be so kind."

"Anyway, how was your day?"

[Name_Here]

"We'll be slaughtering the cows outside later on in the day and should have more meat available tomorrow morning" He says making sure to stand by the door that leads further back into the shop.

There is a door that leads into the shop from the loading area and from the cattle pen. You also notice several windows on the second story of the building. The cattle pens and loading area are right next to the road. There is a small alley on the opposite side of the building.

[Hatter]

Gahariet smiled as Hock sat down beside him. "Hi, Hock. And yes, I just came off duty for the day. Lieutenant Gyle ended up placing me on patrol, at my request. Got to help disperse a crowd, take down some barricades, stabilize and patch up one of the men after they got injured in a fight." Gahariet took another sip. "Not gonna lie, that last one was pretty gratifying. Although it was a little embarrassing when he started blubbering out 'Gari, Gari, my best friend, you saved my life!' Of course, using my full name probably would have been even more awkward... Gahariet doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, I'll admit." Gahariet downed the rest of his tankard, then called out to Theandra. "And some of those fritters while you're getting a pitcher for Hock, if you would be so kind."

"Anyway, how was your day?"

Hock been drinkin!

Said the half-orc, raising his mug into the air with a wide grin on his face.

Some dumby try ta talk bout Hock's mams. Hock broke his head on da ceilin'! Bargirl be sain' Hock dun' have ta pay fer it cause dat one be havin' it comin' fer while now!

Hock pointed at a spot in the ceiling, a dent with a bit of dried blood the size of a man's head.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Gahariet looked up at the dent and whistled, inarguably impressed. "I probably would have tried to just talk him down, but if he really was as bad as you claim he was, and had enough of a reputation for the barmaid not to object, nice going." Gahariet clinked his glass with Hock's. "Although I hope the resulting head injury wasn't too serious..."

[Hatter]

He be aight, said Hock as if dismissing the issue altogether.

Wonder wha' e'erone else be up ta. Ain't seen nobody but yaself, Gari. The half-orc took a sip of his deink and leaned against the bar, casually looking across the tavern.

Hock be born on da streets. Mum left Hock ta die, dunno who she be. Hock's pa probably sum orc raiser... Hock dunno. Spent Hock's young years workin' fer Lamm then Lamm tried ta kill Hock. Nice lady be savin Hock. She be takin Hock to her house an' Hock be workin' as 'er guard n' labor. Whodathunk Hock be City Guard? No' Hock... the half orc-laughed again, finding great humor in his situation.

[Name_Here]

Gianna and Wim check around the Butcher's shop and see two different men come out a couple times to check on the animals in the Pen. They don't see anybody matching the description of Verik show his face outside.

They also see a handful of people go inside though the person manning the front of the store only closes the door two times.

Eventually they think they have enough information and join back up with Gaheriet and Hock at the inn.

For the encounter with Verik you will have a +2 on all Dex rolls and a +1 dodge bonus

[Lord Of Mantas]

Wonder wha' e'erone else be up ta. Ain't seen nobody but yaself, Gari.
"Well, Gianna did say that she was going to do some snooping around. Maybe Wim's doing something similar? I'm sure they'll tell us when we get back."


Hock be born on da streets. Mum left Hock ta die, dunno who she be. Hock's pa probably sum orc raiser... Hock dunno. Spent Hock's young years workin' fer Lamm then Lamm tried ta kill Hock. Nice lady be savin Hock. She be takin Hock to her house an' Hock be workin' as 'er guard n' labor. Whodathunk Hock be City Guard? No' Hock...
"That's quite similar to my situation, actually." Seeing his fritters arrive, Gahariet started to chow down, the taste of salt and dough rolling pleasantly across his tongue. "Honestly, I never thought I'd be doing guard stuff either - generally a bit too strict and uptight for my tastes. But you go where you're needed."


***


Not long thereafter, Gahariet turned and smiled intently at their returning friends. "Ah, Gianna, Wim! Come and sit with us. Do anything interesting today?"

[altona]

Oh ya know, flexed my new muscle started collecting protection money. Laid out a smuggling route for food... Wim let's the comments hang for a moment waiting for the looks on everyones faces before continuing Actually I did a bit of research. I found a but of info about Veriks goons that may get us in the front door as clients instead of invaders. There were several ways in which means several ways out. I think if we're gonna hit this place tonight we might want to find a way to try and back a door or 2. What do you think Gianna?

[Hatter]

Hock simply looked astonished at the thought.

Why we not jus' kick down door an' smash in heads?

[Phasm]

Gianna flags down a waitress and orders a beer; she's been going to and fro at a fast clip for some time, thirsty work. "Well, that depends on if you want to do a night raid or hit them during the day. During the day, we could get in the front door Wim's way. Everyone will be up and about then, though." She takes a swig of her drink. "At night, hopefully we can sneak in the back and catch them in their beds. Most of us can see well in low-light conditions. But there's no telling whether or not the target will be there at night; he might be sleeping elsewhere. Thoughts?"

[altona]

I fail to see why the password wouldn't work in the evening. You really think some corrupt guards aren't going to be around in the evening to be hired as muscle? If you would prefer Gianna couldn't we do both? You and maybe another in the back and the rest in the front. I suspect Ghariet could pull off the nervous man looking for protection or something to that effect.