DnD 3.5 - A Tyranny of Mages - IC

[ilinares]

Warsend: the capital city of the Nine Duchies, a place of elegant geometry and polished marble buildings, with the royal palace looming figuratively and literally over it all. The palace is a demonstration of magic triumphing over physics: a glass structure that tapers at the base, softly luminous with the full spectrum of colours playing across its surface, with floating islands orbiting it slowly: one blazing with fire, another racked by storms, and the third shrouded in frigid mist.

Within the palace, representatives appointed by the Nine Houses are gathering. They arrive separately, and are shown one by one to a luxuriously-appointed waiting area. It is a large chamber, with polished wooden floors, thick soft rugs, and a scattering of soft leather sofas and armchairs; two wooden panelled walls display a number of paintings and tapestries, but the third and largest wall is made entirely of glass, revealing a panoramic view of the city below.

The room is east-facing, and filled with warmth from the morning sun.

There is a table in the centre of the room with a selection of fruit and nuts, and a water clock over the sole door, slowly trickling away the passage of time. Each delegate has ample time to consider their peers as they arrive, each waiting on the King's pleasure.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig O' Kanaster

The slightly chubby, bookish young man sits far in the corner, not actively avoiding conversation, but certainly not going out of his way to invite it.

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Quietly he reads a book in front of him, though his eyes dart up periodically. This is a man who appear ill-suited for adventure or camaraderie; instead he looks like someone who would be more comfortable locked in a sepulcher with dusty old tomes.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Mr. Styles entered the room and he politely thanked the stewart. His jet-black hair was parted neatly through the middle and his mustache was impeccable. As always he liked to maintain a semblance of style and sofistication, to at least keep up an appearance of civility.
The mages at house Caldern had soothed his inner beast but it was still churning and clawing within, not a moment went by without him feeling it. It was therefore that he seemed so calm and collected, as he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

His clothing were equally tasteful. Although they were most certainly outdoors clothes he could have attended a soirée in them without barely changing a thing. The half long brown leather coat looked well worn but well looked after and looked all the more good for it as it fitted him perfectly.
It were his tools and gear that probably gave away his profession most of all. Next to a plain looking longsword he had a simple grey hunting knife on his belt and slung across his back was a longbow marking him as a huntsman without doubt. Like the longcoat all these weapons were in fine shape and showed signs of usage. Like the man, they were neat and practical.
The odd thing in his appearance were two facial tattoos. Below his right eye was a diamond in light blue ink and below his left three linked crosses in the same color.

He walked in and in his hand he held a sleek leather leash which was fastened on the collar of the large brown dog that followed him in. The dog had short hair, a big head and looked as clean as his master.

Jonathan greeted the man in the corner with a slight nod. Just enough to politely show he had seen and thus acknowledged the mans presence but short enough to avoid awkward staring or worse.. Smiling.
He wondered if the man was supposed to join him, or if he worked here but Jonathan was fast distracted by the view. He stood in front of the window looking out and breathed in deep.
"Stunning".
He said, to the dog more than anyone.. who fast took advantage of the oppertunity that this preoccupied state of his masters provided, and lazily stretched out on a soft rug. Jonathan looked down at the animal and shook his head, going back to admiring the view.

He considered introducing himself to the man, but decided he wasn't here for him. He was here for his house and his king. To the hills with the rest, for now..

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

Heavy footfalls boomed through the corridors. A servant opened the doors quickly and moved out of the way. A large suit of polished onyx hued armor marched into the room without hesitation.

As the doors closed behind him and the booming echo of his footfalls fell silent, the soft sound of gears churning and the hum of electricity emitted from the representative.

Servos whirred as the optics visor turned to focus on the men and animal who were already waiting inside the room. No other motion, or expression, escaped the metal façade.

[neriractor]

A sly blonde woman enters the room, she wears a short brow cloak and carved leather armor that shows little sign of usage.

She reads a small book as she walks, and takes a sit next to the man in the corner; slowly she looks over the book at the people around her, especially to the papers of the man next to her.

A group of purple sigils start appearing around her head with a brighter one circling closer and in the opposite direction.

[hand ax ranger]

A well built blond haired man walks into the chamber. He scans the room with his deep green eyes, as if taking in it all. He tries to hide it, but he is amazed at such beauty as this place.

On his hip hangs a longsword. He for a second considers if it was wise to bring it in with him, but after he sees the....odd man with the dog.....and his collection of blades he assumes it is fine. Besides, its not as if everyone here was likely not a practicer of the arcane arts. Except the metal man.

He...she....it.. whatever was approved had caught his curiousty. He had heard of golems and other constructs, even had once seen such, but never had he seen nor heard of this...thing.

He walks up to inspect it. Its shine seems to resemble the smooth black stones he had seen in the mountains. Truly who ever owned this must of had quite the resources to work with. "Pardon my Forwardness, but who does this construct belong to?"

[Zmeoaice]

What appeared to be an androgynous red haired half-elf walked into the room. He (or she?) walked slowly in the room and looked to see if she (or he?) recognized anyone. Nobody it knew was in the room.

Okay, you can do this Spiras thought. Meet new people, it will be fun!

The bookish man with books and scrolls caught its eye. Spiras walked up towards him and noticed the Kanaster Insignia. Oh &#!*.... Well it would be rude to not speak after walking up to him.

Hello! My name is Spiras Briskwood from House Tulim. I hope to work with you well for this mission... I know our houses don't have the best relationships, but we should put that aside and get to know each other as individuals. I see you enjoy reading, I also done a great deal of reading myself. What interest you?

[Illven]

A slim almost human figure entered next, a sword at her hip. Her long red hair unmarred by travel.

What gave away her other blood was the ashy tone of her skin. It could almost pass for filth, but for the even coating, and cleanliness of her hair, and outfit.

And the large, slightly pointed ears. That gave it away too.

Phyrra looks among the assorted members with a confident smirk.

Well looks like I'm not the biggest oddity here. Phyrra remarks. ... Wait... which house sent a construct?

Golem. State your house. Phyrra insisted, walking up to the warforged.

[hand ax ranger]

A slim almost human figure entered next, a sword at her hip. Her long red hair unmarred by travel.

What gave away her other blood was the ashy tone of her skin. It could almost pass for filth, but for the even coating, and cleanliness of her hair, and outfit.

And the large, slightly pointed ears. That gave it away too.

Phyrra looks among the assorted members with a confident smirk.

Well looks like I'm not the biggest oddity here. Phyrra remarks. ... Wait... which house sent a construct?

Golem. State your house. Phyrra insisted, walking up to the warforged.

Heris looked over to the recent arrival. He heard her yes, but had no true reason to pay her mind till she approched the construct.

A golem she said? Perhaps it was a steel golom...there was iron golems, why not ones of steel.....

But now his attention was divided. This woman, what ever race she came from, was a very fair specimen. Perhaps they could chat later, maybe over some wine....."Focus....this is no time to get caught in ones head with ideas of such caliber......keep the dog on a leash." he thought, interupting the thougts in his head
. "At least for now....."

"Do you think it speaks?" he says after her attempt to get it to answer her." What honest need would it have to speak in fact? As far as i know most constructs don't exactly amount to scholar level intellect...". He is less trying to humiliate her and more trying to get her to speak to him.

At least he was talking back.

He lightly raps his finger on Its head. "See? Doesn't even react...."

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"It is a warforged," the bookish man says, trying to avoid a patronizing tone.

He remembered the quick fists of his older sisters. No one every appreciated being told they were wrong.

"Oh... This is just... theological studies. You would find it very boring," he says to the Tulim representative.

He forgot if House Tulim was at odds with Kanaster, he usually just kept quiet in history class. It was hard enough remembering his family motto: Baelzebul has a devil put aside for me.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras saw its good friend Phyrra. Hi Phyrra! It waved at her.


Paedrig

"It is a warforged," the bookish man says, trying to avoid a patronizing tone.

He remembered the quick fists of his older sisters. No one every appreciated being told they were wrong.

"Oh... This is just... theological studies. You would find it very boring," he says to the Tulim representative.

I remember the warforged. I saw several of them in... House Jural... Spiras's face began to drop as it remembered some painful memories.

"Theological Studies". Spiras had heard of the experiments that the Kanasters did with fiends, and doubted Paedrig's notes were simple as that. But the man had a nice tone, and either way it was something Spiras could relate to. Learning more about religion would be a plus.

I wouldn't find it boring. Quite the contrary! I am a cleric and have spent a lot of time studying the dead gods and Celestials. I would love to read some of your notes, and perhaps I could teach you some of the knowledge I have. Anyhow, I better say hi to my good ol buddy. Hope to talk with you later.

Spiras walked up to Phyrra and gave her a big hug. I'm so happy to see you here, Phyrra! It looked at Heris Actually during the Hundred Years of Te- I mean War of the Wise, many Warforged were given intelligence are capable of speaking and having great intellect. Though I never met one in person. Although I suspect insulting this fellow here isn't earning you any favors.

[hand ax ranger]

Paedrig

"It is a warforged," the bookish man says, trying to avoid a patronizing tone.

He remembered the quick fists of his older sisters. No one every appreciated being told they were wrong.

"Oh... This is just... theological studies. You would find it very boring," he says to the Tulim representative.

He forgot if House Tulim was at odds with Kanaster, he usually just kept quiet in history class. It was hard enough remembering his family motto: Baelzebul has a devil put aside for me.

Heris looks to the little book worm, then to the "warforged", to the woman, then back to the book worm. "Really......a warforged....so a construct built for war.....interesting. " he calmly walks over to the table. He picks up an apple and examines it. "well then why is it here? Are they also used as guards? Maybe one of you brought it? he asks calmly, biting into the apple. He looks to the book worm once more as he walks towards him. "Yours perhaps?"

[hand ax ranger]

Spiras saw its good friend Phyrra. Hi Phyrra! It waved at her.



I remember the warforged. I saw several of them in... House Jural... Spiras's face began to drop as it remembered some painful memories.

"Theological Studies". Spiras had heard of the experiments that the Kanasters did with fiends, and doubted Paedrig's notes were simple as that. But the man had a nice tone, and either way it was something Spiras could relate to. Learning more about religion would be a plus.

I wouldn't find it boring. Quite the contrary! I am a cleric and have spent a lot of time studying the dead gods and Celestials. I would love to read some of your notes, and perhaps I could teach you some of the knowledge I have. Anyhow, I better say hi to my good ol buddy. Hope to talk with you later.

Spiras walked up to Phyrra and gave her a big hug. I'm so happy to see you here, Phyrra! It looked at Heris Actually during the Hundred Years of Te- I mean War of the Wise, many Warforged were given intelligence are capable of speaking and having great intellect. Though I never met one in person. Although I suspect insulting this fellow here isn't earning you any favors.

He looks to the half elf, eyebrow curiously raised. "really? They're sentient is what your saying.."
He looks over to the warforged. "well then I am sorry for accidently demeaning you.Then again you could have spoken..." he stops. He asks the half-elf if the can if fact speak.

[Illven]

Spiras saw its good friend Phyrra. Hi Phyrra! It waved at her.



I remember the warforged. I saw several of them in... House Jural... Spiras's face began to drop as it remembered some painful memories.

"Theological Studies". Spiras had heard of the experiments that the Kanasters did with fiends, and doubted Paedrig's notes were simple as that. But the man had a nice tone, and either way it was something Spiras could relate to. Learning more about religion would be a plus.

I wouldn't find it boring. Quite the contrary! I am a cleric and have spent a lot of time studying the dead gods and Celestials. I would love to read some of your notes, and perhaps I could teach you some of the knowledge I have. Anyhow, I better say hi to my good ol buddy. Hope to talk with you later.

Spiras walked up to Phyrra and gave her a big hug. I'm so happy to see you here, Phyrra! It looked at Heris Actually during the Hundred Years of Te- I mean War of the Wise, many Warforged were given intelligence are capable of speaking and having great intellect. Though I never met one in person. Although I suspect insulting this fellow here isn't earning you any favors.

Hey! Phyrra replied hugging back.

She gazes to the warforged. My apologies. I am Phyrra Lyris, and have never met a Warforged before. She admitted to the Warforged.

[hand ax ranger]

Hey! Phyrra replied hugging back.

She gazes to the warforged. My apologies. I am Phyrra Lyris, and have never met a Warforged before. She admitted to the Warforged.

Heris has no clue why this...warforged....decides not to talk.....or move........

He walks up and sits himself at the table. "Perhaps it's resting, or simply just thinking hard..." he starts to chuckle. "....or perhaps it just seek to have us both look like a pair of dinguses.

[neriractor]

Grace pays close attention to what's happening around her, and impatiently she answers to herin "they are created for war, they shouldn't be very talkative and if that's his plan he appears to have succeeded." then she goes back to her book, a tad uncomfortable with her switch from working in the shadows to plain daylight.

[hand ax ranger]

Grace pays close attention to what's happening around her, and impatiently she answers to herin "they are created for war, they shouldn't be very talkative and if that's his plan he appears to have succeeded." then she goes back to her book, a tad uncomfortable with her switch from working in the shadows to plain daylight.

Heris looks annoyed at the freaky bald woman with symbols circling around her head. "i know...i said that earlier....but usally sentient crea.....things.. ..can speak. Besides, what makes my suggestions invalid?"

He glances up and down at this warforged.he wonders if he could've used his tools to fix it, as perhaps it was broken, had he not been forced to sell them to afford to even get here. Perhaps he could find a hammer.....

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

A crackle emitted from somewhere within the throat area and the glowing eyes flared bright as it was touched. A booming mechanical voice echoed through the room.

"Mallet is the moniker given to this unit. Current mission - Envoy of House Jural."

The hiss of pistons could be heard as it moved it's head, looking at each new attendee before focusing on the man standing before him that had touched the armored helm.

"If not sentient, your proximity and unintentional assault on this unit would have activated self-defense protocols. Please refrain from further disrespect of the property of House Jural."

[Illven]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

A crackle emitted from somewhere within the throat area and the glowing eyes flared bright as it was touched. A booming mechanical voice echoed through the room.

"Mallet is the moniker given to this unit. Current mission - Envoy of House Jural."

The hiss of pistons could be heard as it moved it's head, looking at each new attendee before focusing on the man standing before him that had touched the armored helm.

"If not sentient, your proximity and unintentional assault on this unit would have activated self-defense protocols. Please refrain from further disrespect of the property of House Jural."

Again. My apologies.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras went to the man with the Mario Moustache.

It is a beautiful view isn't it.

I see you are from Caldern. Have your nobles started to take consideration of the serfs? I read the reports on the socio-economic inequality, it does not look good at all. The 99% deserve better quality of life.

[hand ax ranger]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

A crackle emitted from somewhere within the throat area and the glowing eyes flared bright as it was touched. A booming mechanical voice echoed through the room.

"Mallet is the moniker given to this unit. Current mission - Envoy of House Jural."

The hiss of pistons could be heard as it moved it's head, looking at each new attendee before focusing on the man standing before him that had touched the armored helm.

"If not sentient, your proximity and unintentional assault on this unit would have activated self-defense protocols. Please refrain from further disrespect of the property of House Jural."

Heris, who is seated at the table at this point, marvels as the metal man comes to life. He waves. ""over here big guy. As i said im sorry if i insulted you. I am a stranger in a strange land...." he glances at you, then the drow, then the floating word woman, and finally the weird man with the tatoos and the dog. "...meeting strange people."

He himself might be tooken as oddly dressed however, wearing leather armor over comfertable looking faded dark blue knee high robes abd a pair of soft (relative term) leather trousers. Over it all hangs a belt with his sword, a couple pouches, and what looks like a loop for a hammer, as well as a wolf pelt over his sholders. Despite the slightly savage apperence, he seems to be acting civilized, or at least not barbaric.

[hand ax ranger]

Spiras went to the man with the Mario Moustache.

It is a beautiful view isn't it.

I see you are from Caldern. Have your nobles started to take consideration of the serfs? I read the reports on the socio-economic inequality, it does not look good at all. The 99% deserve better quality of life.

He over hears this. "well why would it be just the riches fault to pay for the poor? I agree with the idea, they should be given the oppertunity to succeed. But they shouldn't have it handed to them."

"Besides...what the point of feeding the worthless..." he thinks to himself.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig mumbles "aclericthatisveryinteresting" then allows the warforged's response to draw away any attention he might have drawn.

Why did everyone insist on being so... so... conversational?

[Zmeoaice]

He over hears this. "well why would it be just the riches fault to pay for the poor? I agree with the idea, they should be given the oppertunity to succeed. But they shouldn't have it handed to them."

If you MUST know the rich has been living off the labor of the Serfs for decades. They are taking well more than their fair share of the products, while leaving the populace in squalor. The peasants most certainly do not have any opportunity to succeed. Every serf is tied to the land they farm on and are unable to leave, and their children will be stunk in the same awful situation as well. Despite being near forests of plump deer and boar, they are not allowed to even take one to feed themselves without ensuring the wrath of the Nobels and being subject to mutilation or possibly death, leading them to be malnourished while the Oligarchs hunt for sport and feed their fat butts if not discarding the meat altogether. There's hardly anything resembling equal opportunity. Honestly, the only reasons why these aristocrats haven't been overthrown years ago by the serfs is because of the Bread and Circuses they give temporarily raising their hopes up.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis looks Spiras straight in the eye as he is suddenly being questioned about Caldern affairs. The urge is great to violently lash out and decapitate this person who presumes to corner him so unexpectedly. The dog recognized the masters tension and raises an upper lip while growling low and promising.
With a short curt hand gesture the dog sits down and stops the growling.

"You talk a lot, but you are right and I have to agree with you.. The view is most definitely breathtaking." He turns his back to Spiras and looks out of the window as he continues.
"As for the rest of your tirade, you are most welcome to take the matter up with the duke. I'm sure you'll make quite the impression."

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"I don't think the king summoned us here to discuss the merits of the caste system," Paedrig says.

Years of navigating the capricious and unpredictable mood swings of his cousins and brothers taught him the value of defusing conflicts, if not the skill to do it.

But now people were staring at him, and he fought hard to not panic.

"We obviously have a common goal here, and surely the honor of our illustrious Houses insists we do it in the spirit of unity?"

He hoped citing honor would refocus the hawkish one, while appealing for unity could calm the righteous one.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis nodded at Paedrigs last words. "That it does."
He turns and looks at at Spiras.
"I shall make the effort." He states.

He wondered who would be sent for house Aldar, and if he knew them. He understood the Dukes reasoning for sending him, but liked it less and less with every passing minute.

[Zmeoaice]

"You talk a lot, but you are right and I have to agree with you.. The view is most definitely breathtaking." He turns his back to Spiras and looks out of the window as he continues.
"As for the rest of your tirade, you are most welcome to take the matter up with the duke. I'm sure you'll make quite the impression."

While it would bring be satisfaction, my qualifications make my presence be most suitable for House Lyris. Though even if I or anyone else spoke with Duke Caldern, I wouldn't be telling him anything he wasn't already aware of. Dead God only knows how many times the peasants and Tulim Envoys brought these concerns up to him. If they cared about the welfare of their citizens they'd have enacted reforms by now. No, I'm afraid all I can do now is hope they improve their society on their own.

Padraig responded to their small quarrel


Paedrig

"I don't think the king summoned us here to discuss the merits of the caste system," Paedrig says. We obviously have a common goal here, and surely the honor of our illustrious Houses insists we do it in the spirit of unity?"


Well. The King certainly didn't say we couldn't debate the merits of the caste system :smalltongue:. I agree there needs to be unity. But how can we possibly achieve it if we don't know where we're coming from? Our blonde friend over here was unaware of the system present in House Caldern, and now he has some idea. A level of discourse could help us learn something new. I assume that you value knowledge and self-reflection right? There's no reason we can't work towards a common goal while having disagreements about issues unrelated to our mission. After all we could find some common ground though debate and that would be a good step?


Louis nodded at Paedrigs last words. "That it does."
He turns and looks at at Spiras.
"I shall make the effort." He states.

As shall I. Spiras lent out a hand for Mr. Styles to shake.

[hand ax ranger]

If you MUST know the rich has been living off the labor of the Serfs for decades. They are taking well more than their fair share of the products, while leaving the populace in squalor. The peasants most certainly do not have any opportunity to succeed. Every serf is tied to the land they farm on and are unable to leave, and their children will be stunk in the same awful situation as well. Despite being near forests of plump deer and boar, they are not allowed to even take one to feed themselves without ensuring the wrath of the Nobels and being subject to mutilation or possibly death, leading them to be malnourished while the Oligarchs hunt for sport and feed their fat butts if not discarding the meat altogether. There's hardly anything resembling equal opportunity. Honestly, the only reasons why these aristocrats haven't been overthrown years ago by the serfs is because of the Bread and Circuses they give temporarily raising their hopes up.

Herus eyes go wide. He wasen't aware how terrible it really was over there. He is about to comnend him fot having an excellent point.....then Mr.Mustache opens his yap and tells off the odd elf. After the bookworm butts in they both back down, but the elf puts forth that he will stand by his comment rather than crumble to the pressure like Heris had expected.

He liked that. The elf gets his respect.

He walks over to him, half bowing in respect. " Yes, noe I am aware. And I must commend you, you drive home a very valud pint. Truly I come from a land of less burectauc nonsense, where living well comes from hard work..." he look over to the Caldern iut of the corner if his eye "....rather than by kissing the right rings." He looks back to the elf, paying the Caldern no further mind.

He presents his hand. " I am Heris Tregal, of House Wugur. Please to met one with the heart to speak their mind."

[ilinares]

At that moment, the hallway door opens, and a man in royal livery steps in. He looks around, lips working as he counts the attendees, and recoils briefly at the sight of Mallet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, His Royal Majesty King Talinar the Unifier is ready to receive you."

The servant steps to one side, gesturing towards the door.

[Zmeoaice]

He presents his hand. " I am Heris Tregal, of House Wugur. Please to met one with the heart to speak their mind."

Spiras Briskwood of House Tulim. Pleased to meet you as well.

[Illven]

Phyrra walks into the throne room, her gaze going over the royal splendor with appreciation.

(Assuming the King is on the throne)

My king. Your loyal servant, Phyrra Lyris at your beck and call. She states with a practiced curtsy.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis follows, glad the wait was over. He waits his turn and gets to one knee while bowing his head.
"Louis Jonathan Styles, envoy to Duke Caldern. At your service your highness."

He gets up and stands aside for the others.

[ilinares]

The delegates are shown into a mahogany-panelled room, roughly oval-shaped, with two curved tables on the flanks of the room and an elevated platform at the far end. Beside each table are five chairs, each a high-backed, leather-upholstered seat with gold leaf coating the wood. On the elevated platform is an ornate throne, topped with a statuette of a lion and a serpent locked in mortal combat, the whole thing seemingly made from platinum and cushioned with purple velvet.

Although there are no windows, enchanted torches are situated at regular intervals on the walls, giving off a steady, faintly blue-tinted light. The air is warm, and there is a faint scent of spring flowers with no apparent source.

Between the two long tables, the floor is decorated with a remarkably accurate image - too perfect to be called a mosaic - showing the Nine Duchies as they might appear when scried from a great height on a perfectly clear day. Faint coloured overlays show the territory of each Duchy, and points of light mark the position of each House's regional capital, as well as Warsend itself.

All of this becomes apparent after the first moments of entrance, however, as the sight which arrests each delegate upon arrival is the figure seated in the throne: a wizened old man, his body almost seeming too frail to support its own weight, dressed in deep blue velvet robes embroidered with arcane sigils in gold thread. Despite his fragile appearance, his rich brown eyes are commanding, gazing at each delegate with extraordinary intensity. He is bald and clean-shaven, with skin like wrinkled parchment. The most striking aspects of his appearance, however, are those obviously attributable to magic: a crown of sapphire flame on his brow; hard planes of force, visible only as a slight distortion in the air, warding every inch of his body; and the staff floating upright beside his throne, a single length of dragonbone carved with runes and etched with words in a host of obscure tongues, its head a sapphire the size of a man's fist in which something half-seen appeared to be writhing.

King Talinar, the Unifier.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras took a 30 degree bow in front of the King with its back straight and palms on its thighs. Your Majesty, I am Spiras Briskwood of House Tulim. It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I look forward to the mission. Spiras then sits down on one of the seats.

[hand ax ranger]

Heris walks into the throne room, marveling upon its splendor and even taking mental notes.....

He places his arm cross his chest with a fist over his heart, half-bowing half-kneeling. " Hail King Talinar. It is a honor to be in the presence of such a man. I am Heris Tregal, of the House of Wugur. They have sent me at your request, and I await your command."

He then takes his place at a chair and listens closely.

[neriractor]

Grace makes a bow "I am Grace Avastari and for house Silven I come" she takes a sit too and waits for the reunion to start.

[hand ax ranger]

Heris walks into the throne room, marveling upon its splendor and even taking mental notes.....

He places his arm cross his chest with a fist over his heart, half-bowing half-kneeling. " Hail King Talinar. It is a honor to be in the presence of such a man. I am Heris Tregal, of the House of Wugur. They have sent me at your request, and I await your command."

He then takes his place at a chair and listens closely.

"well I wonder what sort of quest we have before us...."

He wondered if they'd have time to rest and restock afterwards their long journeys. He need to gind a way to obtain some more equipment, like a new set of tools.

He sighs. Everytjing he had given to pau for this journey, and not all he had were the essentals he had as well as the blade on his side and the chlithes in his back. It wasn't like he didn't know of hard times, but havong everytjing he had wotked so hard fot was quite a debilitating blow. He missed his hammer and tongs, his old hunting crossbow, his chisels and files. All had help him make a living for himself, earned through hard work and generous gifts from those who he'd often help.

"....perhaps i can make a deal with someone. ....."

But that would come later. For those could come later, and perhaps the king could be convinced to invest some funding into the group to better my...our...chances to do what we must in his service.

[ilinares]

A servant in royal livery stumbles in behind the delegates, and bows deeply before scuttling across the room, careful to avoid the map on the floor. Kneeling at the foot of the throne, he bows his head again and offers two envelopes up to the King. As he does so, a creature like a miniature green dragon the size of a cat flits out from behind the throne, takes the two missives in its claws, and lays them on Talinar's lap. The servant retreats swiftly, closing the doors behind him.

The King acknowledges those who have spoken with a nod, then his eyes rest briefly on the delegates still standing. "Be seated," he rasps, his voice weak but loud, seemingly amplified by some spell. He taps each letter, and they open in response; he is silent for a moment, apparently reading.

Finally the King leans forward in his seat, a faint smile on his face.

"It seems House Aldar's representative is delayed. Quite unavoidable, and they assure us no other representative will suffice. They have however released funding to facilitate your mission, and placed various magic items at your disposal. Well, we shall come to that presently."

He says nothing of the second letter, or the other conspicuous absence.

"Now, to the matter at hand."

As the King speaks, the map on the throneroom floor shimmers and changes, one segment in the northern region expanding while the rest fades. The new map shows a valley on the border between Wugur to the north west and Mayn to the south east, a thin strip of green land interspersed with forests and a handful of modest settlements.

"For those of you unversed in northern geography, this is the Vale of Storms. For the last three decades, it has been a demesne of the Crown, with the Houses prohibited by royal decree from entering it. Four days ago, I learned that the Vale had been experiencing phenomena that could only be magical in origin: a constant blizzard in the north, freezing everything it touches, and a surge of warmth and natural growth in the south. People are dying, killed by the elements or disappearing without explanation. It is a situation of the utmost urgency, requiring immediate intervention.

"Your respective Houses have determined that you are the most suited to carry out this task. I defer to their judgment, however questionable it may seem in some cases." His gaze might longer for a fraction of a second longer on Mallet than on the others; then again, that might be the representatives seeing what they expect to see.

"Are there questions at this point?"

[hand ax ranger]

Heris raises his hand to draw the king's aattention, then places it back down to speak.

" Perhaps there is a connection to the the disapperences....what do those who've gone missing have in commen?"

I also comtimplate any knowledge of magic in the Vale of Storms that I might know.

[ilinares]

The King points a withered finger at Heris. "A shrewd question, my boy, and one which I cannot answer from the information currently available to me. The Countess tells me that those who have disappeared are usually the old and infirm - those who would be vulnerable to severe weather in any event. However, the lack of any body is cause for suspicion, as is the fact that a small minority have been able-bodied and possessed of a robust constitution - including, I gather, the Countess's own son. That fact is somewhat limiting her ability to manage the crisis objectively.

"I need you to investigate and discover what is really going on here. An uninformed, knee-jerk response would potentially be disastrous."

[Illven]

The King points a withered finger at Heris. "A shrewd question, my boy, and one which I cannot answer from the information currently available to me. The Countess tells me that those who have disappeared are usually the old and infirm - those who would be vulnerable to severe weather in any event. However, the lack of any body is cause for suspicion, as is the fact that a small minority have been able-bodied and possessed of a robust constitution - including, I gather, the Countess's own son. That fact is somewhat limiting her ability to manage the crisis objectively.

"I need you to investigate and discover what is really going on here. An uninformed, knee-jerk response would potentially be disastrous."

You say you learned four days ago. Would you know how long the event had been going on before that? Phyrra asked.

[Deadguy]

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Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The Warforged sat in silence, listening to the situation and to the questions presented. Finally, the voice synthesizer cracked and sparked to life with a firm and monotone voice.

"The noble houses have been prohibited from entering the Vale of Storms. A logical assumption is that something of value is kept within the Vale. If that assumption is extrapolated on, the reason for lifting of this restriction is that the valuable item is no longer required to be protected, either because it has been removed, or lost."

The pistons and servos that acted as a neck hissed and whirled, as it turned from looking straight ahead toward the King.

[ilinares]

The King turns his head to Phyrra. "Without the Houses, there is no magical communication from the Vale. I make it my policy to communicate with the Countess once a month. It appears the phenomenon initially developed in subtle ways, the disappearances few and unremarked; but as nearly as can be determined, this began a little over three weeks ago.

"As for the construct's so-called deduction, it is unfortunate that such a sophisticated device cannot see beyond military stratagems and objectives. The value of the Vale lies in the produce of its farms: it feeds thousands of people throughout the Duchies. It is also a remarkable demonstration of what can be accomplished without the nobility interfering. Indeed, were it not for the obvious magical elements behind recent events, I would not be letting the Houses return to a site their bickering nearly ruined; and even now, it is just one of you for each House, more an exception than the end of a prohibition."

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig keeps quiet during the exchange. Odd magical phenomena was not specifically his field of study, but the effects on the natural world suggested some sort of primal magic. It would interesting whatever the cause.

He was more interested in the warforged. He had some knowledge in the creation of constructs, but the level of sentience in a warforged was something much greater than a simple elemental spirit could provide.

If this was a true, living being crafted by mortal hands, then the old dogma of the Gods creating life could be extinguished forever.

Intriguing.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Aldar was delayed.. This relieved Louis somewhat as he hadn't had contact with anyone from his former life since the tragedy. It all felt too close for comfort to Louis. He knew the ruinous powers of magic like no other and a chill went through him as he heard the Kings words. On the other hand he was feeling sharp. Like a hunting dog who caught the first whiff of his prey Louis was already getting excited for the hunt. He nodded to himself and cleared his throat before he spoke up.

"My thanks for the exception, your grace, it will be an honor to carry out this mission in the name of peace. It seems we need to get to Kingsrest as soon as possible."

[ilinares]

The King smiles at Louis Styles' words.

"I can always rely on the diligence of House Caldern. Yes, the utmost haste is called for - and that brings me to the resources House Aldar has donated."

King makes an imperious gesture, and a small bag appears on each table.

"These bags contain the equipment being placed at your disposal for the duration of the mission. Please do not put them inside any extraplanar spaces - the results would be unfortunate. In each bag, you will find an orb, a staff, a wand, and one hundred platinum pieces to cover your incidental expenses.

"The orbs contain a teleport spell. They can be used to teleport to any of the ten established teleport circles with unerring accuracy; each can be used up to three times, and can transport a maximum of ten people per trip.

"Each staff is a Staff of Life with five charges. I trust at least one of you knows what that means, and I am informed that two of you possess the necessary ability to activate them. I am sure I need not remind you that such things are extremely costly, and should not be used except in dire need.

"Finally, the wands are Wands of Sending. They are fully charged. They are included to allow you to make regular reports, and should it prove prudent to separate, to allow you to keep in contact."

The King looks around the room, considering each delegate in turn.

"I trust you all appreciate the importance of this task, and the trust I am placing in you?"

[Zmeoaice]

The King turns his head to Phyrra. "Without the Houses, there is no magical communication from the Vale. I make it my policy to communicate with the Countess once a month. It appears the phenomenon initially developed in subtle ways, the disappearances few and unremarked; but as nearly as can be determined, this began a little over three weeks ago.

"As for the construct's so-called deduction, it is unfortunate that such a sophisticated device cannot see beyond military stratagems and objectives. The value of the Vale lies in the produce of its farms: it feeds thousands of people throughout the Duchies. It is also a remarkable demonstration of what can be accomplished without the nobility interfering. Indeed, were it not for the obvious magical elements behind recent events, I would not be letting the Houses return to a site their bickering nearly ruined; and even now, it is just one of you for each House, more an exception than the end of a prohibition."

While I am appalled at the destruction the Dukes of Wugur and Mayne caused, I think it is rational to squarely put the blame on them and not the other Houses who did nothing towards this conflict. Indeed if other houses were allowed to come to the valley they perhaps would have been able to notify the capitol sooner through spells and much lives would have been lost to this weather anomaly. Though I suppose you didn't want to risk getting the wrath of Wugur and Mayne by excluding them specifically or not want another potential struggle for the land.

Still I think it is important for there to be a presence of magic users in the place among other independent demesnes. Though most arcane classes are barred due to the agreement, I think the Path of the Righteousness, an organization I am affiliated with, which is not tied to any House would have and has massive support from the general population, would have their help appreciated.

Stupid law banning other houses from learning other arcane classes, Spiras thought.


The King smiles at Louis Styles' words.

"I can always rely on the diligence of House Caldern. Yes, the utmost haste is called for - and that brings me to the resources House Aldar has donated."


I do greatly appreciate the items that House Aldar has provided. Though I must say, you've explained that Aldar's representative was delayed, can you explain where is the representative for House Mayne?

[ilinares]

The King stares at Spiras for a long time, saying nothing. His face shows no reaction to her words.

Sense motive checks please.

Finally the King replies, his words clipped and carefully chosen.

"House Tulim's perspective on my government is duly noted, Miss Briskwood."

After a few more heartbeats, he continues: "If the Path wishes to establish a presence in the Vale, I should be pleased to hear from their properly appointed representative; but while I believe you are the exception, true wielders of magic among the Path are rare and in high demand.

"As for House Mayn, suffice it to say that they disagree with my approach to resolving this matter. They have not yet made their intentions known, but they are making a number of accusations and implying they may take unilateral action.

"Duke Mayn has been summoned to appear before the Council five days hence to explain himself. In the meantime, you should expect no help from House Mayn."

[hand ax ranger]

The King smiles at Louis Styles' words.

"I can always rely on the diligence of House Caldern. Yes, the utmost haste is called for - and that brings me to the resources House Aldar has donated."

King makes an imperious gesture, and a small bag appears on each table.

"These bags contain the equipment being placed at your disposal for the duration of the mission. Please do not put them inside any extraplanar spaces - the results would be unfortunate. In each bag, you will find an orb, a staff, a wand, and one hundred platinum pieces to cover your incidental expenses.

"The orbs contain a teleport spell. They can be used to teleport to any of the ten established teleport circles with unerring accuracy; each can be used up to three times, and can transport a maximum of ten people per trip.

"Each staff is a Staff of Life with five charges. I trust at least one of you knows what that means, and I am informed that two of you possess the necessary ability to activate them. I am sure I need not remind you that such things are extremely costly, and should not be used except in dire need.

"Finally, the wands are Wands of Sending. They are fully charged. They are included to allow you to make regular reports, and should it prove prudent to separate, to allow you to keep in contact."

The King looks around the room, considering each delegate in turn.

"I trust you all appreciate the importance of this task, and the trust I am placing in you?"
"why thank you your majesty. And yes I realize..."

While I am appalled at the destruction the Dukes of Wugur and Mayne caused, I think it is rational to squarely put the blame on them and not the other Houses who did nothing towards this conflict. Indeed if other houses were allowed to come to the valley they perhaps would have been able to notify the capitol sooner through spells and much lives would have been lost to this weather anomaly. Though I suppose you didn't want to risk getting the wrath of Wugur and Mayne by excluding them specifically or not want another potential struggle for the land.

Still I think it is important for there to be a presence of magic users in the place among other independent demesnes. Though most arcane classes are barred due to the agreement, I think the Path of the Righteousness, an organization I am affiliated with, which is not tied to any House would have and has massive support from the general population, would have their help appreciated.

Stupid law banning other houses from learning other arcane classes, Spiras thought.




I do greatly appreciate the items that House Aldar has provided. Though I must say, you've explained that Aldar's representative was delayed, can you explain where is the representative for House Mayne?

Heris leers down Spiras. "did that elf just interrupt me to throw my home under the bus?... well perhaps I spoke too soon on his intellect? Yeah, that must be it. Everyone knows that was our land before they came and tried to claim it for their own...."



The King stares at Spiras for a long time, saying nothing. His face shows no reaction to her words.
Sense motive checks please.

Finally the King replies, his words clipped and carefully chosen.

"House Tulim's perspective on my government is duly noted, Miss Briskwood."

After a few more heartbeats, he continues: "If the Path wishes to establish a presence in the Vale, I should be pleased to hear from their properly appointed representative; but while I believe you are the exception, true wielders of magic among the Path are rare and in high demand.

"As for House Mayn, suffice it to say that they disagree with my approach to resolving this matter. They have not yet made their intentions known, but they are making a number of accusations and implying they may take unilateral action.

"Duke Mayn has been summoned to appear before the Council five days hence to explain himself. In the meantime, you should expect no help from House Mayn."
"Well that was just to be expected...they've always been a bunch of self-centered, egotistical sons of dogs. Almost as bad as House Caldran...." he smiles, looking again to Louis.
"....with their big walls and puffed up overzealous chests, least the Mayn know how to train proper warriors rather then mere Paladin imatations."

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig eyes the Staff of Life hungrily. He knows what it is capable of, and he is certain he can operate it. But more importantly, if he could decipher its inner-workings... one day he could have control over life and death itself.

If the Duchess only knew what I can achieve... none of her hell-bred parlour tricks would stand up against me...

He noted too the King's reaction to the one named... Silas? Spiro? He seemed bolstered more by illusions and expectations than by will. That would be interesting.

He cleared his throat.

"Your majesty, I give you assurance from House Kanaster that we shall solve this mystery."

[ilinares]

The King watches Spiras while Heris starts speaking, then turns abruptly when the House Wugur envoy makes his barbed comment against House Caldern.

"I will thank you to speak of my father's House with respect, son of Wugur," he snaps. For a moment he holds Heris's gaze, then Paedrig's words divert his attention.

"A welcome sentiment, Kanaster. It is to be hoped that this new spirit of cooperation marks a turning point in your House's politics - and, I might add, one that is long overdue."

He sweeps his gaze over the rest of you.

"You should leave immediately: every hour you delay costs more innocent lives. I would ordinarily recommend you teleport to Maynfast, for you could make the journey in a mere two days from there - four hours by boat to Oakbridge, then the rest on horseback on settled roads and even terrain. Yet with Mayn being obstructive, the alternative might be worthy of consideration: teleport to Mount Drakesfang, ancestral seat of Duke Wugur, and from there a five-day trek on foot through treacherous and icebound mountains rife with predators."

The King suddenly slumps back in his chair, a pained expression crossing his face. The undersized dragon makes another appearance, nuzzling his hand affectionately, and after a moment the King's eyes open again, eyeing the delegates with irritation and a little embarrassment; with a visible effort, he schools his expression and keeps his tone even.

"Sort out the details for yourselves. You are dismissed."

The King stands, signalling clearly that the audience is at an end.

[Sgt. Suitable]

House Caldern was twice named by the king and both times in a positive manner. The duke would surely hear of this and it pleased Louis, even though it was unimportant to the mission at hand.

As the king dismisses them Louis stands up and bows politely before turning to the others.

"I suggest we take both routes to maximize our chances. I shall take the trek thought the icebound mountains, from Mount Drakesfang."
He looks around and spots the steward who led them in. "We'll need some cold weather outfits and endure element scrolls. Would you be so kind as to point me to where I can obtain such items?" He shakes some platinum on the table and pockets 25 of the coins to pay for it. The bag he leaves on the table. "The generosity of the crown allows us to prepare well for this endeavor, I suggest we make good use of it." He says as he turns back to look at the others while he walks after the steward. "Who's with me? I need at least one of you to fire up the teleport!"

[neriractor]

Grace thinks no way I´m going on a mission with mister "honour", I have to act quickly.

she stands up, making a small gesture of respect to the king and turning to Louis "then I guess I´ll take the path of Maynfast with anyone that wishes to join me, should we agree on a meeting point after reaching the Vale?" she said, swallowing the need to call him an idiot for suggesting to halve the strengh of the group.

[ilinares]

As Louis Styles and Grace are speaking, the steward ushers the representatives back into the waiting room. Their last sight of the King is of a slightly deflated, haggard figure, weary and in pain, showing every one of his eighty-something years.

Once in the waiting room, the steward writes an address on a scrap of parchment and hands it to Mr Styles. "Juran's Outfitters and Suppliers, sir," he murmurs softly. "The scrolls will be more difficult to source, but if you let me have a list and the funds, I will visit the House Aldar embassy and procure them for you by nightfall."

He then stands unobtrusively to one side, awaiting further instructions.

[Zmeoaice]

Grace thinks no way I´m going on a mission with mister "honour", I have to act quickly.

she stands up, making a small gesture of respect to the king and turning to Louis "then I guess I´ll take the path of Maynfast with anyone that wishes to join me, should we agree on a meeting point after reaching the Vale?" she said, swallowing the need to call him an idiot for suggesting to halve the strengh of the group.

I beleive that Mayne wouldn't want to jeopardize the mission lest they want their reputation with the other houses and the Crown to dwindle. I shall accompany you.

We should also gather some appropriate gear for the journey, though it won't be quite as enduring.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

The thought of cold nights and unspeakable horrors did not appeal to Paedrig. A large, quiet library with no tea nearby was his idea of roughing it.

"I should be pleased to assist you, Lady Avastari of House Silven. In the spirit of our Great Houses' friendship, it only makes sense."



He realizes suddenly the cleric accompanying him would lead to all sorts of dangerous questions. The slaves of dead ideas could be very touchy regarding his studies. Suddenly frozen wastes and deadly creatures seemed downright appealing.

"Er... on second thought it would be best if those able to use a staff of life went in both groups. I shall be for you instead, Mr. Styles.

[Illven]

I beleive that Mayne wouldn't want to jeopardize the mission lest they want their reputation with the other houses and the Crown to dwindle. I shall accompany you.

We should also gather some appropriate gear for the journey, though it won't be quite as enduring.

I'll come too. I'm sure if we talk to the citizens, it'll shed light on this mystery. Phyrra replied.

[hand ax ranger]

Grace thinks no way I´m going on a mission with mister "honour", I have to act quickly.

she stands up, making a small gesture of respect to the king and turning to Louis "then I guess I´ll take the path of Maynfast with anyone that wishes to join me, should we agree on a meeting point after reaching the Vale?" she said, swallowing the need to call him an idiot for suggesting to halve the strengh of the group.

He sees that Grace has decide to split away from the blue-faced Caldren.
Most times Heris would highly suggest not splitting apart the group, but seeing as both her and Spiras were braching off he fiured anyone smart would follow him as he goes with them as such a decision would be wise.

He stands and approaches Grace. He speaks softly as to not bring the impression of aggression. " I will readily take you up on that offer. I ferl.that we could make ba good team between you, and Spiras....*looks at the elf*...with her opinions....*looks back to Grace*...and anyone witha lick of sense will join us In heading to Maynfast."

[ilinares]

The servant coughs once, a gesture as artificial as it is annoying.

"Forgive the interruption, my lords and ladies, but might I be so presumptuous as to suggest that the group travelling to the Duchy of Wugur might usefully include the representative of Wugur? Some degree of local knowledge may, after all, be an asset."

[Sgt. Suitable]

Once in the waiting room, the steward writes an address on a scrap of parchment and hands it to Mr Styles. "Juran's Outfitters and Suppliers, sir," he murmurs softly. "The scrolls will be more difficult to source, but if you let me have a list and the funds, I will visit the House Aldar embassy and procure them for you by nightfall."

He then stands unobtrusively to one side, awaiting further instructions.

"Thank you." Louis says as he pockets the parchment. He hands the man 5 of the platinum coins. "As many endure elements as this buys us would be greatly appreciated. I will be at Juran's Outfitters waiting for you."

He looks back and sees most of the others getting ready to take the so called easy way. He's not surprised, but when Paedrig changes his mind and declares intention to accompany him, Louis can't help but smile. He bows his head in a curt nod signifying respect and gratefulness in one smooth movement. "It will be my pleasure to travel together. Care to join me and stock up on some furs? Seems like we might be in for nasty weather." It's as if he's actually looking forward to this trek.

As he is about to leave he hears the servants words and waits a moment for Heris' answer before he's off.

[Deadguy]

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Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The Warforged had followed out in silence, standing stoically as the others discussed travel. As they had all decided their route, the sound of servos could be heard spinning to compute the decision.

"This unit will accompany the group with the fewest members."

It gave no reason, nor showed any enthusiasm regarding the decision.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig had never purchased an item in his life, his dogsbody, Pemberton usually undertook such activities...

"I shall follow your lead, Lord... er... Master Styles. I defer to your obvious expertise. As I have no real title, please just call me Paedrig."

He had the look of a woodsman, though none of the casual cruelty of Kanaster groundskeepers. However , he knew looks could deceive.

Caution always.

[hand ax ranger]

The servant coughs once, a gesture as artificial as it is annoying.

"Forgive the interruption, my lords and ladies, but might I be so presumptuous as to suggest that the group travelling to the Duchy of Wugur might usefully include the representative of Wugur? Some degree of local knowledge may, after all, be an asset."
Heris almost chews out the servent, but then decides that though returning to Mayn lands might bring interesting results, he would fare better in Wugur lands. Besides, the Caldren was going to get himself killed....and he wanted to be the for when that happens! (whether to help or not would have to be seen)It'd also br unfair to leave the rest of said group without such a resource as himself, both for his knowledge of his homelands and his superior leadership. Better than that Caldren dog, with his.....his.....

"Come to think of it....he might not be that bad of a guy...for a glorynancy"

That was a word ge had came up with himself, as it seems fitting to those fancy pants stuck-up rich fools..

..yet Louis seemed different....not vastly, but just enough to make a alliance work.

"yes...you are right.....I wonder what I was thinking...."



"Thank you." Louis says as he pockets the parchment. He hands the man 5 of the platinum coins. "As many endure elements as this buys us would be greatly appreciated. I will be at Juran's Outfitters waiting for you."

He looks back and sees most of the others getting ready to take the so called easy way. He's not surprised, but when Paedrig changes his mind and declares intention to accompany him, Louis can't help but smile. He bows his head in a curt nod signifying respect and gratefulness in one smooth movement. "It will be my pleasure to travel together. Care to join me and stock up on some furs? Seems like we might be in for nasty weather." It's as if he's actually looking forward to this trek.

As he is about to leave he hears the servants words and waits a moment for Heris' answer before he's off.
Heris walks up to Louis...and offers a handshake.

"Perhaps we started of on the wrong branch...which ill take responsibility for. Heris Tregal, Born to House Wugur. I apologize for my...assuming you were like most Caldren folk. As I recall, you've not been a pompous prat once. I also don't think anyone else from Caldren would appreciate the value of a good fur cloak. So perhaps we can get along...least for the sake of the king and of peace....however rocky it happen to be."

Helooks to the bookworm and adds, "And ill be sure to keep an eye out for you, wouldn't want someone getting to the groups wizard. Or whatever your profession. You seem like an ok fellow...if a little distant. "

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Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)
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The Warforged had followed out in silence, standing stoically as the others discussed travel. As they had all decided their route, the sound of servos could be heard spinning to compute the decision.

"This unit will accompany the group with the fewest members."

It gave no reason, nor showed any enthusiasm regarding the decision.
Heris looks to the warforged. "Well I sure think we're low on manpower....you know....how do you repair yourself when damaged? I don't kniw if this matters, but I hapoen to be an armorer, have been since I was able to work steel and iron. You in need of a worker of metal?"

[neriractor]

Grace was smiling at the amount of people that will choose her over the other fellow, that until Paedrig and Heris left to join the woodsman.

She sighted when she saw their Groups bookworm was the elf instead of Paedrig damn, he seemed like the more cautious and less talky of the two.

She turned to the ones that were on her group for now holding the staff towards Spiras "alright, here is the staff; it is your job to carry it, keep it hidden so we don't attract any thieves" a small thought went trough her mind to take the staff for herself but it was quickly dismissed as she handed it to the elf.

"since our journey will have a clear place to get supplies after we teleport to mayn; it would be easier to rent some horses and maybe a carriage when we get there, if you can think of any other important items we should get we can search around and buy them before we part." this time turning to phyrra while she talked

She awaits an answer for a few seconds until she seems to slowly realize something "we should get a good map of the road to the Vale too."

[Zmeoaice]

She turned to the ones that were on her group for now holding the staff towards Spiras "alright, here is the staff; it is your job to carry it, keep it hidden so we don't attract any thieves" a small thought went trough her mind to take the staff for herself but it was quickly dismissed as she handed it to the elf.


Thank you. I'm sure I'll be able to use this well. We definitely should get to know each other better. I'd like to know how your glyphs work, so I hope you don't mind me asking a few questions about them.

And also a few questions on Silven Duchy's blatant civil rights violations in the form of slavery and mind control. Spiras thought.

[Zmeoaice]

"since our journey will have a clear place to get supplies after we teleport to mayn; it would be easier to rent some horses and maybe a carriage when we get there, if you can think of any other important items we should get we can search around and buy them before we part." this time turning to phyrra while she talked[/COLOR]

"Yes a map would be very important, I think they are most detailed in the Mayne Duchy, though if we could get one here that would be apreciated. Though like the other team we should get endure elements scrolls and cold weather outfits to deal with the weather anomalies.

Let's see Endure elements cost around 25 GP. I can prepare one spell a day so that would be 50 Gold Pieces to get two other scrolls, as we'll only spend one day heading towards the vale."


Spiras takes out 5 platinum coins, and one gold coin and hands it to the Steward. Please buy two endure elements scrolls and one map from Mayne to Vale. If there is change left, let us know. The elf then turned to its teammates, "Hopefully when we reach there we would have found shelter, and not need any more endure elements scrolls while we wait for team to to reach our destination. If you think they are needed let the steward know.

Now, let us all head to Juran's Outfitters and Suppliers.

[Deadguy]

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Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The sound of servos once again echoed inside the artificial mind. It's eyes scanned each of the representatives in turn, making note of armor, weapons and other equipment.

"There is no longer a group with the fewest members. This unit will accompany the group traveling through Mayn."

Again, it not elaborate how it came to that decision nor did it bother to answer Heris's query about it's construction.

[hand ax ranger]

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Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The sound of servos once again echoed inside the artificial mind. It's eyes scanned each of the representatives in turn, making note of armor, weapons and other equipment.

"There is no longer a group with the fewest members. This unit will accompany the group traveling through Mayn."

Again, it not elaborate how it came to that decision nor did it bother to answer Heris's query about it's construction.

" Ah...well then keep them safe..." he looks to Louis and Paedrig. "I honestly can't blame him, I did imply he was a servent. So shall we be of then? I still would like to aquire a new set of tools as well as a replacement to my hunting crossbow, perhaps some javelins....or an even heavier crossbow."

[ilinares]

Juran's turns out to be a small, tastefully decorated shop in the more prosperous area of the city. The racks and shelves are meticulously - almost obsessively - neat, with carefully organised displays for every conceivable terrain and climate. A framed deed on one wall proudly proclaims that Juran's Outfitters and Suppliers is established and authorised by royal charter to trade in and cater for the city of Warsend and its surrounds.

One other feature catches the delegates' eyes: a gnome woman of middle years, slight of build and plain in her appearance, hunched with a quill pen in one hand over a table strewn with beautiful maps in a range of scales.

A tall, broad-shouldered man approaches you as soon as you enter. There is a hint of a prize-fighter's wary gait to his movements, and his scarred face tells of a violent past; yet when he speaks, his voice is soft and cultured, and he shakes each delegate's hand with a delicate grip, as one might hold a fragile bird.

"Welcome, gentle sirs, my ladies, welcome indeed. I am Juran, and this is my humble store. What can I interest you in today?"

[Zmeoaice]

"There is no longer a group with the fewest members. This unit will accompany the group traveling through Mayn."

Again, it not elaborate how it came to that decision nor did it bother to answer Heris's query about it's construction.

Your help will greatly be appreciated. The team going to Mayne will certainly arrive at the scene first, so we should have the most members. Plus Jural is allied with Mayne so perhaps you could help us when we arrive at our destination.


"Welcome, gentle sirs, my ladies, welcome indeed. I am Juran, and this is my humble store. What can I interest you in today?"

My aquantances and I are looking for some cold weather outfits we can try on. It's for an urgent mission the King has sent us on. Do you think you can point them out for us, and help us find good fits? Thank you.

We would also like a Maps for the Vale of Storms and how to get there from Mayne fast and another one detailing Mt. Drakesfang.

[neriractor]

Grace sights in relief that the elf forgot about the sigil question and then shortly after arriving at the store she sights again, this time sickened by Spiras behaviour how could somebody that speaks aloud every thought that goes trough her head have survived for so long?

she quietly looked at the outfits in the wall, seeking to find a comfortable fur for something that would fit her.

[Zmeoaice]

Juran continued "Certainly! I'm happy that I'll be helping the king's mission. The clothes are back there. I see one of your friends is already at the aisle. They are labeled and you can pick your sizes. I'll go check to see whether we have the maps, so meet with me when you're done.

Spiras went to the section and picked out an appropriate outfit. It was a snug fit, and had a nice fluffy hood. Spiras went to the changing room and showed Phyraa the outfit

So... how do I look?


Yeah, I'm Godmodding, but it's a minor NPC and I want to move to a different conversation. Let me know if I got anything wrong.

[hand ax ranger]

Heris sees the other group take off for the store. He wonders why they feel the need to stand around and wait. So he takes off for the store, money in hand.

"well procced with your buisness,l I shall meet you at the supplies market. Im going to see what I can purchase for the sake our success. "

(Ooc edit: when I posted this I hadn't seen the post detailing us arriving at the shop. Still, I ddecided yo tske if to the smithy for some new equipment anyway, so yeah....still left the group. Perhaps I should alter to match for consistency sake?)

[Illven]

Juran continued "Certainly! I'm happy that I'll be helping the king's mission. The clothes are back there. I see one of your friends is already at the aisle. They are labeled and you can pick your sizes. I'll go check to see whether we have the maps, so meet with me when you're done.

Spiras went to the section and picked out an appropriate outfit. It was a snug fit, and had a nice fluffy hood. Spiras went to the changing room and showed Phyraa the outfit

So... how do I look?


Yeah, I'm Godmodding, but it's a minor NPC and I want to move to a different conversation. Let me know if I got anything wrong.


Fetching as always. Phyrra replied kissing Spiras hand.

Wanna help me pick something out?

[Zmeoaice]

Fetching as always. Phyrra replied kissing Spiras hand.

Wanna help me pick something out?

Daawwwww... Thank you. Alright, let me see. Ooh, this looks nice! Spiras handed the cloth to Phyrra.

While waiting for Phyrra to change, Spiras noticed Paedrig standing by. Spiras knew that Paedrig was a bit quite, but was still interested in hearing what he was studying.

Um, hello there. I'd like to see if I could borrow some of your scrolls to read for my journey? As I stated, I am very interested in learning about theology. And the outsiders that currently exist... Speaking of which, how exactly do you feel about members of your duchy making pacts with fiends?

[ilinares]

While the others are in the supply store, Heris makes his way through crowded streets to seek out other items of interest.

Struggling through the throng, he decides to cut through a side street - one which is strangely quiet, and more dilapidated than its surrounds.

Spot , listen and initiative for anyone with Heris.

[hand ax ranger]

"...why do i feel like someones about to attempt to mug me..."

[roll0]

[ilinares]

A moment later, Heris realises what has been bothering him: a man in the crowd behind has been following him, trying to remain unobtrusive but not quite succeeding - and at the end of the narrow alley, perhaps thirty feet away, at least two people are concealing themselves amongst some boxes and discarded wood. Heris catches the glint of sunlight on exposed steel - but they seem not yet to have realised their ambush has failed.

Your turn first.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Unaware of Heris' expedition in the streets of the Capitol, Louis waits his turn at Jurans and is mainly concerned with the practical side of his winter outfit. He asks Juran about a good tent, and lets him know time is of the essence.

When Juran is out back, or at least out of earshot he turns to Spiras and quietly asks: "Do you plan to announce our mission to the kingdom, or just the citizens of the Capitol before we leave? It might be smart to keep it on the down low just in case we inadvertably warn the wrong people."

[Zmeoaice]

When Juran is out back, or at least out of earshot he turns to Spiras and quietly asks: "Do you plan to announce our mission to the kingdom, or just the citizens of the Capitol before we leave? It might be smart to keep it on the down low just in case we inadvertently warn the wrong people."

This store has been authorized by the Royal Charter so I believe that no harm would come telling them. However, when my team reaches House Mayne, we definitely will be more secretive, at least until we figure out the situation over there.

[Sgt. Suitable]

This store has been authorized by the Royal Charter so I believe that no harm would come telling them. However, when my team reaches House Mayne, we definitely will be more secretive, at least until we figure out the situation over there.

Louis nods. "I didn't mean to imply anything, just being cautious I suppose. I wish you all good fortune and a safe journey." He says to the people taking the Mayn route. "I understand the wands allow us to keep in touch, we will check in if we cross the border and should we be delayed or hindered we will attempt to let you know as well, circumstances permitting."

[hand ax ranger]

A moment laine wjo actually comes after me. If they just approch and start sparkinger, Heris realises what has been bothering him: a man in the crowd behind has been following him, trying to remain unobtrusive but not quite succeeding - and at the end of the narrow alley, perhaps thirty feet away, at least two people are concealing themselves amongst some boxes and discarded wood. Heris catches the glint of sunlight on exposed steel - but they seem not yet to have realised their ambush has failed.

Your turn first.

Heris continues walking, his right hand placed on the buckle of his belt, close to his sword to prepare to draw it.

He makes a face of disgust "Uh....the air is so foul here....what a filthy place"

This however is to take their attention off his left hand, in which he trieds to discreetly readies to cast a spell without their recognizing it as such. The idiot who tries to make a move on him is going to get a faceful of magical acid!


Readying to cast Acid Splash on the one who attempts an attack on me.
If i can draw my weapon right after, i will.

Ill go ahead and roll the slight if hands requires.
[roll0]

Oh, and i have combat casting..so..yeah don't forget to add that in to the equation.

[ilinares]

The two would-be ambushers step out from hiding. One is a hulking half-orc, the other a wiry halfling. The half-orc is carrying a pair of knives, while the halfling has a short bow drawn, an arrow readied and pointed at Heris. Both have rotting teeth, filthy hair, and tattered, wretched clothing.

Aye, well, we ain't all grand high mucky-mucks smelling of flowers and springtime," chuckles the halfling, "but there's two of us and one of you, so just you hand over your coin and we'll let you go."

[hand ax ranger]

The two would-be ambushers step out from hiding. One is a hulking half-orc, the other a wiry halfling. The half-orc is carrying a pair of knives, while the halfling has a short bow drawn, an arrow readied and pointed at Heris. Both have rotting teeth, filthy hair, and tattered, wretched clothing.

Aye, well, we ain't all grand high mucky-mucks smelling of flowers and springtime," chuckles the halfling, "but there's two of us and one of you, so just you hand over your coin and we'll let you go."

I cast my spell into the Haflings face. "Ah....that explains the stech of failures. By the way, your math it off, theres three of you." I say turning to have my back to none of them while drawing my sword.

I make a meanicing face and start to threaten then, lettimg them know who the real alpha male here is."Now listen, I could just kill all three of you, and I probably should. Not sure anyone would miss your lot. But I got a proposition. Unless you want the acid bath again!"


Touch attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Intimidation:
[roll2]

[redzimmer]

Daawwwww... Thank you. Alright, let me see. Ooh, this looks nice! Spiras handed the cloth to Phyrra.

While waiting for Phyrra to change, Spiras noticed Paedrig standing by. Spiras knew that Paedrig was a bit quite, but was still interested in hearing what he was studying.

Um, hello there. I'd like to see if I could borrow some of your scrolls to read for my journey? As I stated, I am very interested in learning about theology. And the outsiders that currently exist... Speaking of which, how exactly do you feel about members of your duchy making pacts with fiends?

Paedrig

Certain no one else is listening, Paedrig replied in a low voice:

"They are fools, M'Lord. They would seek quick power at a long-term cost! The clerics of old could wield power to bend Devils to their will! The very fabric of reality re-written..."


He suddenly realizes he is raising his voice.

"Diabolism... warlocks, promise so much, but at what cost? No, I've no stomach for it."

Or my family, he adds to himself quietly.

[Zmeoaice]

Paedrig

Certain no one else is listening, Paedrig replied in a low voice:

"They are fools, M'Lord. They would seek quick power at a long-term cost! The clerics of old could wield power to bend Devils to their will! The very fabric of reality re-written..."

He suddenly realizes he is raising his voice.

"Diabolism... warlocks, promise so much, but at what cost? No, I've no stomach for it."

Or my family, he adds to himself quietly.

I'm not sure if you intended for Spiras to hear the last part

Spiras was a bit surprised that this person had some contempt for the fiendish pacts

Well that is certainly a different attitude on the situation that most mages in the duchy take- one that is much more rational I might add. Do they know how you feel on this subject? And why exactly were you chosen for this mission to represent Kanaster?

[ilinares]

I cast my spell into the Haflings face. "Ah....that explains thevstech of failures. By the way[SPOILER=rol], your math it off, theres three of you." I say turning to have my back to none of them while drawing my sword.

I make a meanicing face and start to threaten then, lettimg them know who the real alpha male here is."Now listen, I could just kill all three of you, and I probably should. Not sure anyone would miss your lot. But I got a proposition. Unless you want the acid bath again!"


Touch attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Intimidation:
[roll2]

Intimate in combat is a standard action, try again next round if you want to demoralize them.

The half-orc appears wary, but the halfling - his face livid with acid burns - howls wordlessly with anger and looses his arrow. The shot is accurate, driving straight for the sorcerer's chest - but fortunately for Heris, the arrow lacks the force to pierce his armour.

The half orc seems to be prompted into action, and charges across the intervening distance, seeking to bear Heris to the ground.

There is still no sign of the man who was following Heris.

Grapple check please.

[hand ax ranger]

Intimate in combat is a standard action, try again next round if you want to demoralize them.

The half-orc appears wary, but the halfling - his face livid with acid burns - howls wordlessly with anger and looses his arrow. The shot is accurate, driving straight for the sorcerer's chest - but fortunately for Heris, the arrow lacks the force to pierce his armour.

The half orc seems to be prompted into action, and charges across the intervening distance, seeking to bear Heris to the ground.

There is still no sign of the man who was following Heris.

Grapple check please.

ah i forgot about that detail. Yeah ill do that later
Heris swings his sword in an attempt to stop him, but is taken too off guard by this unexpected lunge to grab him and the blade mearly sails Iin above the halfbreed head.

Attack of oppertunity: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[redzimmer]

I'm not sure if you intended for Spiras to hear the last part

Spiras was a bit surprised that this person had some contempt for the fiendish pacts

Well that is certainly a different attitude on the situation that most mages in the duchy take- one that is much more rational I might add. Do they know how you feel on this subject? And why exactly were you chosen for this mission to represent Kanaster?

Paedrig

"Probably because I wouldn't be missed," he replies wryly.

He is distracted, something out of the corner of his eye..? Or maybe just his mind playing tricks on him?

[Zmeoaice]

Paedrig

"Probably because I wouldn't be missed," he replies wryly.

Wow.... that's awful. I certainly hope things get better for you. Perhaps when this mission is done you can move to a different duchy.

Plus it shows a lack of respect or concern Kanaster has for this mission that they would send someone they didn't care about, I'm sure that it's for the best that you were sent instead of someone else.

[ilinares]

Phyrra and Louis Styles hear something out of place in the street outside the front of the building: the sound of weapons being drawn.

At the same time, Paedrig and the vigilant Mr Styles spot something out of the side window: a woman in a battered chain shirt, a round shield on one arm and a spear over her back, throwing open the window of a building opposite and making a curious flickering motion with one hand. An instant later, there is an uproar of sound, like an explosion far too close, and the side window shatters inwards in a shower of jagged shards.

As if on cue, four burly thugs with an array of clubs and cheap swords rush through the door and spread out, taking note of each House representative and rushing towards the nearest.

[Sgt. Suitable]

His ears pick up the sound of weapons being drawn.

A drop of the shoulder swings Louis' longbow around his body and while he pulls a cord with his right hand he simultaneously draws an arrow with his left. He catches the longbow in midair as its protective sheet unravels and falls to the floor allowing the stringed weapon freedom, making it ready for use instantly. He spins around dropping to one knee in the same movement as he notches the arrow and draws it.

He is startling fast, but when he spots the woman outside he can only bend his head and brace himself from the shattering window. However when the shards of glass are falling on the floor and the thugs move into the store, Louis is already down on one knee with his longbow aimed at the front-door.

He whistles, short and loud. He fires at the one coming his way, and shouts: "Get him boy!" From next to him Maxwell, the large hunting dog, doesn't bother with barking. His masters commands gave focus to the sudden chaos and he is happy to oblige. Teeth bared he runs up and jump-bites the thug Louis fired an arrow at.


Quick draw; full ranged attack:
[roll0]
Damage:
[roll1]

Handle animal:
[roll2]

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"Mr. Styles, I believe we are under attack!" Paedrig announces helpfully.

Not sure if you want us to wait our turn or post as we go and adjust for initiative after.

Bringing to mind a spell to bring misfortune to his enemies, he casts bane (DC 13) at the attackers.

[ilinares]

The thug nearest Mr Styles staggers, the arrow piercing his abdomen and embedded deep within his vitals. As Paedrig's spell takes effect, the agony on his face gives way to panic, and he falters, looking back towards the door.

The other thugs look uncertain, but are still closing with the party.

Your turn Illven. After that, surprise round ends and it's Spiras.

[Illven]

It is at that moment Phyrra starts dancing.

The hell is going on. She calls out, as her allies weapons coat in flame


Using Dragonfire inspiration. Allies get +1d6 fire damage to damage rolls.

[Zmeoaice]

Nope, you're not going to harm us tonight! DOOM!

Spiras casts Doom on the thug charging towards them (I think Thug 2)


Thug 2 needs to make Will saving throw, or is otherwise shaken for the next 10 rounds

DC = 10 + 1 (Spell level) + 3 (WIS mod)

[ilinares]

Spiras feels the spell take hold of its enemy's spirit, brushing past his meagre efforts to ward it off.

It would be useful for future reference if you could post the save DC when casting, so I don't have to go into your character sheet to work it out.

Deadguy, it's over to Mallet. Happy for you to place him anywhere you want in the room.

[hand ax ranger]

Heris cannot help but be grappled by the half orc.

It akward and sweaty.

He is not happy.

umm ok i fobt recall what happens next...so help?

Oh and ill just roll my initiative.

[roll0]

[ilinares]

The half-orc grabs hold of Heris, struggling to bear him to the ground. In the process, he delivers a headbutt that sends stars flying in front of Heris's eyes.

Heris takes 3 damage. His turn next - have a look at your options while grappling here http://www.d20srd.org/srd/combat/specialAttacks.htm#grapplingConsequences

[hand ax ranger]

The half-orc grabs hold of Heris, struggling to bear him to the ground. In the process, he delivers a headbutt that sends stars flying in front of Heris's eyes.

Heris takes 3 damage. His turn next - have a look at your options while grappling here http://www.d20srd.org/srd/combat/specialAttacks.htm#grapplingConsequences

Realizing that the other two are shortly going to gang up on him, Heris tries hia best to get this half orc of him.

Short of that, not much else.


[roll0]

[ilinares]

The half-orc keeps his hold on Heris, and attempts to pin him against the wall of the passageway. As he does so, the halfling draws his bow again, sighting along the arrow and preparing to loose it when Heris is least able to avoid the attack - but the arrow flies wide, the furious struggles of the combatants spoiling the would-be robber's aim, shattering against the wall.

Opposed grapple check please to avoid being pinned - the half-orc scored a 7.

As this is going on, the third man enters the alley. Heris watches him out of the corner of his eye, too busy fending off his assailant to get more than a general impression: a man in a chain shirt and leather trousers, a sword at his side and a buckler on his left arm, with long brown hair and a misshapen nose, most likely having healed crooked after being broken in the past.

The halfling notices the direction of Heris's attention, and sees the newcomer for the first time.

"Friend of yours?" he sneers - but his footing is already shifting, Heris notes, making ready to fight or flee. "Well, you know what's good for you, you'll walk away and pretend you never saw nothin'."

There is a flash of orange light and a blast of heat on the side of Heris's face, and the next glimpse he has of the halfling is a charred corpse on the ground, his clothes smouldering.

[hand ax ranger]

The half-orc keeps his hold on Heris, and attempts to pin him against the wall of the passageway. As he does so, the halfling draws his bow again, sighting along the arrow and preparing to loose it when Heris is least able to avoid the attack - but the arrow flies wide, the furious struggles of the combatants spoiling the would-be robber's aim, shattering against the wall.

Opposed grapple check please to avoid being pinned - the half-orc scored a 7.

As this is going on, the third man enters the alley. Heris watches him out of the corner of his eye, too busy fending off his assailant to get more than a general impression: a man in a chain shirt and leather trousers, a sword at his side and a buckler on his left arm, with long brown hair and a misshapen nose, most likely having healed crooked after being broken in the past.

The halfling notices the direction of Heris's attention, and sees the newcomer for the first time.

"Friend of yours?" he sneers - but his footing is already shifting, Heris notes, making ready to fight or flee. "Well, you know what's good for you, you'll walk away and pretend you never saw nothin'."

There is a flash of orange light and a blast of heat on the side of Heris's face, and the next glimpse he has of the halfling is a charred corpse on the ground, his clothes smouldering.

Heris takes this opportunity to try once more to get this smelly half-orc off him, while tryingbto recall justbwho this person is.


Grapple check to get him off me
[roll0]

I also try to get a looka the guys who torched the halfling, to see if i recognize him. Part if me think he might be an old friend.....
[roll1]

[ilinares]

The thugs close with the House representatives as swiftly as they can - all except the one Louis injured, who turns and bolts for the door.

The club-wielding degenerate nearest Grace charges her, swinging his heavy weapon in a vicious overhand swing that the woman is too slow to avoid - it impacts with her skull, making a sickening crunch before Grace collapses, blood pooling from her cracked skull.

10 bludgeoning damage to Grace, who is now unconscious and dying.

His companion glances at the side window, now a gaping hole, and pauses to consider. Reaching behind his back, he draws a brace of throwing knives before taking cover behind a display, hunkering down and resting his sword on the floor so he is wholly concealed.

On the east side of the room, the remaining assailant rushes along, face red with rage and bloodlust. He rounds the corner nearest the scribe, and pauses long enough to drive his sword into her belly. The gnome's awful scream rends the air, even as her blood soaks into the maps she had so painstakingly been illuminating.

End of their turn. Mallet is delaying and can act at any time. Next formal turn is Grace (to stabilize!) then Louis.

Meanwhile, Heris has broken free of his attacker and is finally able to get a good look at the man who just evened the odds for him. He can't remember the man's name, but he has seen him before: he is a House Mayn mercenary, trained as a warmage.

The half orc rounds on the man who killed his ally, charging for him in a frenzy. A wild knife thrust is turned aside by the warmage's shield, and the mercenary calmly steps back, his face looking almost bored. With a twist of his hand, he calls up a sphere of crackling lightning about the size of a mouse's head, and he hurls it into the half-orc's face at point blank range. The criminal bellows in pain and fury - but only for a moment, before he falls to the ground, his face an unrecognisable mess of burns and blisters.

The mercenary looks carefully at Heris.

"I thought it was you, Tregel. How the hell did you come to be representing House Wugur in this business?"

Shaking his head, he draws his sword.

"I'd say this was just business, but I'd be lying. I always thought you were too smug for your own good; now I get to execute a traitor, get paid handsomely, and give you what's coming to you at the same time. A good day all round, wouldn't you say?"

He's used all his actions for the round. Over to Heris!

[neriractor]

Grace lies on the floor, helpless... Was this it? She'll die to a common thug on a tiny shop without ever advancing beyond her given spot in life, but there was no light at the end of the tunnel yet, perhaps there was some hope left...?

stabilize roll: [roll0]
Grace takes one damage, currently at -3 HP

Why do bad things happen to bad people? :smallfrown:

... But no, a small torch-like object appears before Grace, to the people outside she shakes in pain, gurgling on the blood in her mouth, she followed the shiny object, to wherever it may take her...

[Sgt. Suitable]

At the same time, Paedrig and the vigilant Mr Styles spot something out of the side window: a woman in a battered chain shirt, a round shield on one arm and a spear over her back, throwing open the window of a building opposite and making a curious flickering motion with one hand. An instant later, there is an uproar of sound, like an explosion far too close, and the side window shatters inwards in a shower of jagged shards.


The combat is in full swing. A growling Maxwell has his jaws firmly around the neck of one of the assailants by the door and isn't of mind to let go anytime soon. As Louis draws a second arrow and looks for a thug to shoot he notices one of them hitting the deck. He swings his aim over to the shattered window (and if he sees the woman he will send an arrow her way. If not, his arm and aim will swing over toward the thug that just made a garden ornament of the gnome.)


Attack: [roll0] (+1 if its the gnome killer thug)
Damage: [roll1] (+1 if its the gnome killer thug)

Maxwell the dog:
[roll2]
Damage:
[roll3]

[Sgt. Suitable]

Paedrig

"Mr. Styles, I believe we are under attack!" Paedrig announces helpfully.



"Master Paedrig, I believe you are right. We shall remedy this. I also think there's a reason they chose to break the window.. Brace yourselves." Louis answers coolly whilst he takes aim and shoots.

[ilinares]

Mallet, having previously been observing events unfold with no discernible emotion on his metal visage, breaks into sudden violent motion when he sees Grace fall. With a hiss of pistons and a crash of steel, he covers the distance between him and the triumphant attacker in a fraction of a second. His immense hammer moves in a blur, faster than human limbs could withstand, the blow striking the enemy in the sternum and lifting him bodily from his feet, his ribs and chest collapsing inwards, sending blood and viscera flying.

The dog meanwhile clamps its jaws around the fleeing assailant's throat, audibly snapping the man's neck as it shakes him like a terrier with a rat.

Louis Styles is just in time to spot the woman reappearing at a different window, seemingly having moved to get a better angle of attack. His arrow soars across the intervening distance, but having to judge the angle between not just one, but two windows spoils his aim: the arrow strikes the window pane beside the woman, and sticks there quivering, serving only to attract her attention to the archer.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Anticipation wells up in Paedrig's chest.

At last a chance to test my theory!

He scurries over to the fallen Grace, intones some words in Celestial...

"δεν είναι παρά μια γρατσουνιά!"

If his theory is true, you need no God's favour to mend wounds...

Ten foot movement, casts cure minor wounds (1 hp) If a successful cure will stabilize, Paedrig will be very pleased with himself.
For bilingual fun:
Celestial= Greek
Draconic= Latin
Infernal= German
Abyssal= Welsh

Best to save the more powerful healing spells for himself.

[hand ax ranger]

"Oh great...its Decan the slow sword....niw im probably...going to have to kill him, get all the others peeved off...." he thinks, slightly rolling his eyes.

He cast his defenseive spell, which happens to be one of his favorites, and stares him down.

Heris speaks with intention, perhaps letting reconsider this. Perhaps they could work something out.........

"Duncan....you REALLY going to try to slay me!? After the tens if thousands of times I knocked your sorry hide to the ground when we trained? I must admit....im really not fazed. And whose loyalty did i exactly forsake? The house i wasn't from, or the college that only saw me as their class pet!? "

He quickly blurts out in his mind"Except Rosetta. ....."

He twirls the sword once in the hand, then doubles up on the handle.
"Tell you what, im feeling generous. Perhaps we can work out a deal that benefits up both. One where I don't have your pathetic soul on my conscious, and you blood all over this back alley."


I cast Shield on myself, then i attempt to intimidate him to cease the attackimg me.

Intimadate:
[roll0]

[ilinares]

"It's Decan," the mercenary growls - but he licks his lips, eyeing Heris's sword warily. After a moment's pause, he lowers his blade to point at the ground. "I suppose I'm not being paid that well. But a hired sword who double-crosses the guy paying his fee doesn't get a lot of of work once word gets around - and what would the family say, if they heard of it?"

He shakes his head, clearly undecided.

"No harm hearing you out, I guess. What do you have in mind?"

[hand ax ranger]

"It's Decan," the mercenary growls - but he licks his lips, eyeing Heris's sword warily. After a moment's pause, he lowers his blade to point at the ground. "I suppose I'm not being paid that well. But a hired sword who double-crosses the guy paying his fee doesn't get a lot of of work once word gets around - and what would the family say, if they heard of it?"

He shakes his head, clearly undecided.

"No harm hearing you out, I guess. What do you have in mind?"

Heris lowers his own blade.

"There see? We can be civil Decan. By the way I do remember your name, just wanted to mess with you a bit.

Anyway, im pretty sure I know who sent you, and ill save you saying it. But not how much they're paying you. What I do know....is your not truly important in the eyes of House Mayn......"


"..... but to me your help would be invaluable. To be honest, serving House Wugur only serves a means to get myself to a respected position. And I can offer more than just wealth......."

He drops the sword. Heris walks slowly towards him, arms exposed as to show there's no trickery.

"....I need a loyal partner to help me achieve my goals. I was about to offer those goons the same offer, if they were to jyst bow to me And serve without question....but not you.....I consider you too respectable for such. I want to make you a much better offer....why kill for a few gold, when you can help me and gain what you really want...


He stosp directly in front of him, placing both hands on his head. He stares Decan straight in the eyes, both to show hes not lying and to show the fire in his eyes as he envisions the task before them.

"wealth...power.....respect! To them your nothing but a disposable runt, but join me and we will pave our own fate. Together we shall gain the respect and glory we know we both deserve!"

He turns around and raises his hands to the sky, high off the visions he has seen since as long as he can remember. He shouts to the heavens

" it is my...no..our fate! To be powerful! To be rulers of men! To becone legends written upon the pages of time, names spoken with fear and respect throughout all of eternity! All we must do is reach out and claim our destiny!"

Heris turns to offer Decan his hand, the other still raised to the sky.

"Will you join me brother? To seek that which is ours, if we only claim it for ourselves!?"

[Illven]

Phyrra moves up to D5 and shoots at Thug 4


[roll0]
[roll1]
Fire [roll2]

[ilinares]

Phyrra's bolt flies far wide of its target, the unfamiliar stress of battle perhaps making her aim more difficult than in practice.

Decan stares at Heris warily.

"Are you bat**** crazy? You're a demonspawned blacksmith! You've got a good swordarm, I'll give you that, but let's not forget how the world works: those with magic do whatever the hell they want unless someone with stronger magic comes along and stops them. The rest of you lowly mosslickers? You're lucky if you get through a whole day without someone killing you because you're inconvenient."

Decan seems to realise he might have gone too far, and holds up a hand in a placating gesture.

"All right, fine, you're good enough in a fight that I'd rather not take you on. But let's face it, I'm at the bottom of the ladder as far as power is concerned. You go up against one of the real nobility - or, angels forbid, a Duke - and they'd hardly notice you were there before they called a servant to clean up the remnants."

He shakes his head, and then adds:

"Besides, I really don't like you."

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras noted the smeared remains of the first thug. It was an uneasy site, one which Spray did not enjoy.

Shield of Faith. Alright, we're adventurers, not murderhobos, I believe we can solve this more civilly.

Hey Thugs! You both are clearly outmatched, outnumbered and weakened. If you surrender and drop your weapons, we can guarantee you a nice cozy prison cell. Attack us or try to flee and you will pronably end up like two of your friends here.

Mallet, please restrain Thug #2 regardless of his decision, I prefer we take at least one prisoner.

Spiras walked up to the thug while talking and kicked the display over, removing his concealment.


Spiras has +2 AC bonus

[hand ax ranger]

Decan stares at Heris warily.

"Are you bat**** crazy? You're a demonspawned blacksmith! You've got a good swordarm, I'll give you that, but let's not forget how the world works: those with magic do whatever the hell they want unless someone with stronger magic comes along and stops them. The rest of you lowly mosslickers? You're lucky if you get through a whole day without someone killing you because you're inconvenient."

Decan seems to realise he might have gone too far, and holds up a hand in a placating gesture.

"All right, fine, you're good enough in a fight that I'd rather not take you on. But let's face it, I'm at the bottom of the ladder as far as power is concerned. You go up against one of the real nobility - or, angels forbid, a Duke - and they'd hardly notice you were there before they called a servant to clean up the remnants."


He shakes his head, and then adds:

"Besides, I really don't like you."

Heris walks back to his sword and pick it up. He only points his left hand at Decan however, still unwilling to give up the negotiations.

" you're pathetic! Even now, as you stand in the very city of the king, do you say one man cannot change the world. If our king united the house in relative peace, what's to say I cannot change my stars!

There are men of greater magic and talent, this much is true, but did not seek it themselves? Were they just given such talent? No! They're their own result of hard work and high ambition, neither of which I have a shortness of. To merely dream of power and glory is not my nature, I know I was born for great things! I will not stray from that which I've dreamt of, because unlike yur I'd rather lie a corse than kiss the feet of lesser men!

And if such it beyond my reach, If my fall be long and painful, I will not regret it! For I have reached for heights most men dare not even look to without fear! And when I look into the eyes of those who smite me I will laugh! I will do so because I, even as a broken shell, defy them and their belief that a man's will is not enough to make giants quake!

You disgust me! A life of bootlicking might suit you, but I will seek the fate I make for myself, or perish in attempt!"

He laughs proudly, gone mad with his own unshakable self-belief.

"....and it is my drive and my ambition that attracted the attention of such a powerful person......they whose backing I have are no mere whelp themselves...."

[ilinares]

The display wobbles slightly in place, but remains upright, the array of goods combined with the solid timber construction simply too weighty to be moved by the scholarly elf.

The thug crouching behind the display is moved, however, swallowing visibly as he listens to Spiras's words and stares at the remains of his comrade, which slump to the floor with a sickening thud.

"Yeah," he says hoarsely. "Yeah, maybe we can talk about this..."

His friend, on the other hand, is not so easily convinced. Charging towards Louis Styles, he lunges with his blade - still dripping with the gnome's blood - but Louis's bow sweeps up, knocking the thug's arm aside as the ranger spins in place, one hand reaching for his sword.

But the ranger has forgotten for a second the woman in the other building, and he is forcefully reminded as a pair of incandescent bolts of crimson energy slam into his body, tearing through his armour and pummeling the flesh beneath with enough force to crack ribs.

7 force damage on Louis Styles.

Mallet takes in these new developments with a sweep of his impassive gaze, and then is moving again. Probability calculations whir through his mind, as he seeks the optimum tactic to resolve the situation; measuring the distance along the shortest path to the man attacking Louis Styles, and calculating the speed with which he could cover that distance, he refocuses on the man who seems on the verge of surrender - his lack of a ranged weapon ruling out for the moment the enemy in the other building.

Seeming to ignore Spiras's plea, he strikes out at the thug with his greathammer...


[roll0]
To confirm crit if relevant: [roll1]
Nonlethal damage on hit [roll2]
Extra nonlethal damage on critical hit [roll3]

...but the thug twists out of the way behind the display, swearing profusely. "Call off your metal man! I want to surrender!"

[Sgt. Suitable]

The hurt is instant. He wants to curse or scream but can only produce a flat grunt from his sudden battered chest. The wind knocked out of him, he drops to one knee to keep from falling over completely. His vision was blurred and gone for a split-second but luckily his eyes refocus and he sees the thug within striking distance.
His hand still around his longsword he draws it out of its sheath and slashes with it in the same movement. He then makes a headroll away from the thug.

Maxwell, who picks up the sound of his master making noises unbecoming of himself, turns around and bolts towards the thug. Teeth first.


Quick draw, attack, 5ft step back

Attack:
Damage: [roll1]
+fire damage? Rolling just in case: [roll2]

Maxwell attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll]d4+
+fire: [roll4]

[ilinares]

Louis's breath hisses out between his teeth as the effort of lifting his swordarm pulls at his fractured ribs, and the blade falls short of his opponent - but in that moment, his dog appears, tearing into the hamstrings of the attacker and coming away with bloody flesh between its teeth.

The swordsman screams, struggling to turn to meet this new danger.

Paedrig, then Phyrra

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"Mr. Styles, I hope you are not mortally injured," the scholar says, pointing a finger at his assailant.

"αυτό θα βλάψει" he says, a nimbus of light coalescing around him. "Drop your weapon, brigand! The longer you hesitate, the worse your suffering shall be."

[Illven]

Phyrra nocks another arrow and takes aim at the spellcasting woman


[roll0]
[roll1]
Fire [roll2]

[ilinares]

The thug is too enraged to listen to Paedrig's threats.

Illven, Phyrra is up.

[Zmeoaice]

...but the thug twists out of the way behind the display, swearing profusely. "Call off your metal man! I want to surrender!"

Glad you've come to your senses.

Spiras takes out some rope and ties the Thugs hands behind his back.



Use Rope

[roll0]

[ilinares]

Phyrra's bolt catches on the windowsill and is knocked off course - but the enemy spellcaster notices, and regards the bard with narrowed eyes. Two more incandescent bolts of crimson energy lance unerringly out to impact on Phyrra's chest and abdomen. Phyrra gives a wheezing grunt and collapses, a shattered rib jutting from her body.

9 force damage to Phyrra, who is now unconscious and dying.

The last attacker stabs at the dog with his sword, but the animal bounds out of the way and growls, baring its teeth.

Mallet charges the last thug, his greathammer swinging, and crushes the enemy's skull like an overripe watermelon.

[Zmeoaice]

No not Phyrra! Spiras would have to go tend to her ASAP. But first, some answers from the tied up Thug.

Um, sorry about your friend. He was warned though. Anyhow, the attackers from outside the building, are they connected to you or your group in any way?

[ilinares]

"If it's all the same to you, I'll wait to sell out my boss until I know if she's going to kill you all," replies the thug, grimacing at the sight of Phyrra's injuries.

[Sgt. Suitable]

He grabs his longbow again and notches an arrow. "Just a flesh wound master Peadrig, I assure you.. HrngGraaGHH!!!" Louis answers with forced machismo out from under his mustache. His sentence is immediatly followed by a primal growl befitting of an angry grizzly bear as he straightens his back and draws the bow. The stance hurts and he strains to keep his arm steady while he lines up the second shot.

[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Fire: [roll2]

He doesn't wait to see what happens to the arrow, but dives for cover instead behind the display.

Move 5ft behind the display out of line of sight.

[ilinares]

Despite Louis Styles' heroic efforts, the arrow arcs out and falls short, the effort of drawing the immense bow too great for his injured chest.

[Zmeoaice]

Paedrig, Phyrra needs your help! Think you can heal her as well?

Spiras turned to the thug.

Boss eh? Why was Juran targeted specifically? And are there any other units they command around here?

[ilinares]

"I haven't got a clue what you're talking about, elf. All I know is the blueblood hired my boys to rough up the seven of you - said you'd be easy pickings. Now Fed and Krent are dead, looks like Silvus too, and I'm sitting here with oozelicking spellfire flying everywhere!" The thug's voice is growing more panicked and high-pitched with every word. "Damn that Mayn witch and her money."

Decan shakes his head, a look of disgust crossing his face.

"You think you're the first man to dream of changing the world? Yes, Talinar did it - with the help of three Houses."

He shakes his head and turns away.

"Shadows take it, I'll just claim you got away. Six out of seven should still make for a handsome payout, even if my partner gets the dragon's share, and I don't want to listen to you spouting horse turds any longer."

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig is disappointed that he must dispel the nimbus of light before testing its effects, but at least he had further opportunity to test his healing theorem.

"είναι απλά μια πληγή σάρκα," he chants over the fallen Phyrra.

[roll0] You Are totally welcome!

[hand ax ranger]

Decan shakes his head, a look of disgust crossing his face.

"You think you're the first man to dream of changing the world? Yes, Talinar did it - with the help of three Houses."

He shakes his head and turns away.

"Shadows take it, I'll just claim you got away. Six out of seven should still make for a handsome payout, even if my partner gets the dragon's share, and I don't want to listen to you spouting horse turds any longer."

He simply resheathes his sword and walks away, towards thr smithy.

"well then.....perhaps i need better.."armor"...as well....."

[Zmeoaice]

Replace resistance with cure minor wounds

Spiras was still worried about Phyrra, and decided to help her (bringing Thug 2 next to them if possible).

Cure Minor wounds.

Phyrra regains 1 more Hit point. We're all covered right now right?

[ilinares]

Across the alleyway, the sniper targets the one person not wholly behind cover - and two more blood-red missiles streak across the intervening distance to strike the warforged, snapping several steel plates and sending up a cloud of sparks.

8 force damage to Mallet

The warblade responds by bursting into motion, kicking open the side door and crossing the alleyway at full speed.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis keeps low and runs towards the front door. He opens it but doesn't go out into the streets just yet. He peeks out instead to see if any more assailants are waiting and judges if he should step out or not.

[ilinares]

The side alley is quiet - aside from the blur of steel that is Mallet, the narrow strip of cobbles is completely empty.

Louis also notes that the building opposite appears to be an abandoned printing press; the sniper is in a dusty, disused office with only one exit, with a large room containing machinery visible through that exit.

[hand ax ranger]

Heris continues to look for a smithy.

"In a city this big you'd think i'd be able to find one easily........guess not."

[Zmeoaice]

"I haven't got a clue what you're talking about, elf. All I know is the blueblood hired my boys to rough up the seven of you - said you'd be easy pickings. Now Fed and Krent are dead, looks like Silvus too, and I'm sitting here with oozelicking spellfire flying everywhere!" The thug's voice is growing more panicked and high-pitched with every word. "Damn that Mayn witch and her money."

How much money were you offered to attack us? And did she say why she wanted us targeted?

[ilinares]

"Does it matter? She paid us a hundred gold in advance, then described you and brought us here. Felt very rushed."

Meanwhile Heris finds himself standing beneath a large sign of an anvil, feeling the intense heat rolling out from inside a squat brick building. Pushing aside the heavy oak doors, he makes his way inside to where a dwarf in thick leathers hunched over a forge, a pair of tongues in hand as he pulls a lump of white hot metal from the fire.

"Do you need something, human, or are you disturbing me for your own pathetic amusement?"

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"Now when I cast that bane spell upon you, did you feel any sense of elation or suddenly dread about you? ...please describe it as best you can I'm trying to take notes."

Unaware of his continued danger, Paedrig was eager for firsthand recollections of his spell effects. He made a mental note to ask the two people he had healed. If they survived...

[hand ax ranger]

"Does it matter? She paid us a hundred gold in advance, then described you and brought us here. Felt very rushed."

Meanwhile Heris finds himself standing beneath a large sign of an anvil, feeling the intense heat rolling out from inside a squat brick building. Pushing aside the heavy oak doors, he makes his way inside to where a dwarf in thick leathers hunched over a forge, a pair of tongues in hand as he pulls a lump of red hot metal from the fire.

"Do you need something, human, or are you disturbing me for your own pathetic amusement?"

As Heris enters the brick shack, he takes it all in.
The heat of the forge, the orange glow of the coals and metal, and the rhythmic pounding of the hammer followed by the exciting hiss of water turning to steam as the dwarf tempers his work. It fills him with a feeling of nostalgia, and makes part of him wish he'd not bothered leaving his home. He only slip into his mind for a second before the dwarf speaks.

Heris respectivly stands to the side, knowimg how annoying it is to have people your rear while working red hot metal. Heris simply speaks in a manner as to not waste the dwarf's time.

"Right. To make it quick I need a chain shirt, a dagger...no make that two, a set of smithing tools a d if you have them a heavy draw weight crossbow and bolts. I can wait or even come back later if that suites you better."

He patiently awaits the dwarf's answer.

btw iron is only white hot at melting point. I think you meant red hot.

[ilinares]

The dwarf notes Heris's behaviour and grunts approvingly. Laying the length of hot metal on an anvil, he hefts his hammer and soon the close confines of the building are filled with the deafening clamour of his work.

It seems for a time the smith might ignore Heris's words, but then he growls in a brief interval of silence, "Reckon I have some spare tools, now that worthless apprentice of mine has run off. You any good with them?". After a few more blows with the hammer, he eyes the length of metal critically and adds, "190. And that's just for the basic stuff, mind. You want high quality work, you need to be able to pay for it."


Back in the supply shop, the captive shrugs. "Dunno. I reckon I thought you all looked more dangerous than the Mayn woman made out. Right near gave up on the whole thing. You saying that was you messin' with my head?"

[hand ax ranger]

"Well im a smith from up north, but I had to give up my vtoolsvto get here. Now im in the market for replacments. I also know well that you get what you pay for. But I have a feeling I neeed more supplies, and if all goes well I might need more equipment from you atva later period. "

Heris pays the fee and leavesca generous tip (basicly an extra 5 gold), and grabs his goods. he leaves as soon as he arrived.

After leaving the smithy, Heris finds a vacent alkey to change into his new armor and to integrate his new equipment onto his person. The the tools in his bag except the hamner, which he wears on a frog on his belt.

He procceds to head back to the store where....what was jhis name...Louis..yeah that sounds right. ...was likely doing some haggling bover furs of something dull like that...Unless Duncan's word is to be trusted.

on the way back, i find a tavern and leave an offer fir adventurous and rewarding work there, Iincluding that experience in a milita or military is a plus.

I tell the bartender that those who show Interest are to wait for me there In the eastmost corner table at around 11.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras turns to Phyrra and Paedrig, You two look after the thug. Ask more questions that would be useful for finding out who wants us dead. I might speak with the boss herself.

Spiras walked towards the outside behind Mallet.

Alright, I'd like to question this witch so we can figure out why she's targeting us. It could be related to our mission and House Mayne. Try to take her out alive. Guidance!

Mallet gets a +1 competence bonus on a single attack roll, saving throw, or skill check. It must choose to use the bonus before making the roll to which it applies.

[ilinares]

The caster looks from Mallet to Spiras, a smirk crossing her features.

"How precious, the clockwork puppet and the diplomat think they're a match for me. Don't mistake a House Mayn warmage for one of those petty criminals you've so handily dealt with. For example..."

She takes a step back and spreads the fingers of her free hand, a crackling sphere of electricity the size of her thumb forming above her palm. She tosses it almost negligently at Mallet, and the ball lightning tears through his already damaged chestplate. There is a flash of light and smoke, and the immense machine topples to the ground, its pistons and gears grinding to a halt.

Mallet takes 9 electricity damage, reducing him to -2 hit points and inert. Sorry Deadguy!

Looking in satisfaction at the result of her spell, the woman turns her attention to Spiras.

"Still think you can take me alive, Tulim child?"

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"Yes, I was the one 'messing with your head,' though I think you are minimizing the effect." Paedrig says to the subdued attacker.

"This is to forward the field of theomatuergy, a field which I have recently discovered. With your help I can lead us to an age free of servitude to otherworldly powers.[/roll]"

Paedrig hefts his mace as he hears the zapping sounds of magical combat elsewhere.

"[COLOR="#FF0000"]Now, you may know of House Kanaster's rather... unsavory reputation. As I am a scion of the house, you will no doubt be facing a very cruel reprisal which, if you are lucky, shall end with a painful death. If I were to vouchsafe for your character, Her Grace the Duchess may turn you over to a more merciful house for their particular brand of justice. So I think you may benefit from suddenly becoming a concerned bystander who chose to aid us, the Alliance of United Houses."

Paedrig can't leave his "patients" alone in case more attackers appear, but this might be a crazy idea that could work...

"I suggest you rush across the street and heroically aid my associates in bringing down the treachery of House Mayne. Surely you've always wanted to be a hero?"

[roll0] That worked out well.
Letting a prisoner get away because I am too cowardly/preoccupied with my studies to do it myself. I nominate myself as Team Hero.

[ilinares]

The prisoner shudders. "I'm not going out there, she'll kill me. But, tell you what, if you'll tell your masters I've helped you, there is something I will do. Check my belt - there's a healing potion there. We all had one, a gift from Mayn. Should help you out, right?"

Your turn Sgt. And the potions are Cure Light Wounds.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Taking the potion from the tied up man and his two dead compatriots, he sketches a salute to him.

"By my estimation, you were under some sort of compulsion, magic or otherwise. As soon as you knew of our identities, you surrendered immediately."

Satisified the prisoner is sufficiently subdued, Paedrig quickly rushes to conflagration, a potion ready for use.

If I recall correctly, warforged heal only a % on a cure spell but heal fully on a repair in Eberron. What say we here?

[Illven]

Phyrra is going to stay down and cast Ghost sound.

The sound of 4 sets of armored boots starts rattling out in the street, swiftly approaching the two buildings.

Perhaps the assailant would believe the town guard had come and flee

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis bolts out the frontdoor and sprints across the street hoping the warmage will mistake it for fleeing. He turns two corners and hopes to find the building from which they are attacked and starts looking for a way to get in the machine room he spotted earlier behind the mage.

[ilinares]

Louis quickly finds the entrance to the disused printing press. It is boarded and run-down, but the slightest effort opens it.

The warmage starts, scowling at the noise of footsteps. "We may have to cut this short. A pity. Still, another time perhaps..."

Zmeoaice, over to Spiras

[hand ax ranger]

Heris continues in his way to the shop when he hears spells being casted from that general direction.

"oh no.....what are those fools doing...brtter not be dying on me!"

He draws his sword and runs towards the sounds and lights

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

The scholar hands one of the potions to Spiras.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras gives the potion to Mallet. Maybe not, but looks like the guards are coming and send you to jail. We can rough you up before then.

[roll0]

[ilinares]

The livewood components beneath Mallet's armoured carapace respond to the healing magic, pushing the steel plates back into position. The warblade grinds back to life - still critically damaged, but once again active and dangerous.

The warmage grimaces, backing off cautiously. "So close... But there is merit in a strategic withdrawal. Watch your backs, fools; when next we meet, I will choose my allies more carefully."

So saying, she runs into the printing press - and promptly locks eyes with Louis Styles.

Deadguy, Mallet is next, then Sgt it's over to you.

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The mechanical being shudders and whirs. The blank optical components spark randomly for a brief second before blazing crimson red. Pistons contract and vent copious amounts of steam in a terrifying hiss.

Shoving itself from the wall with enough force to crack the degrading mortar and plaster, it careens toward the mage in disregard of the wailing of internal diagnostics.

Lowering it's shoulder, similar to a bull charging a matador, it sought to flatten the mage against the building wall.


[roll0] - Charging Minotaur
[roll1] - Damage
[roll2] - Bullrush check
[roll3] - Minotaur damage if Bullrush succeeds

[Sgt. Suitable]

- and promptly locks eyes with Louis Styles.

Who gives a slight grin when he draws the arrows backwards.

However he pauses for a moment, seemingly distracted by something behind the wizard. His right eyebrow raises in confusion and his pupils widen.

He releases the arrow but at the same time jumps aside as far as he can to get out of the way from the charging behemoth crashing through the building.


Attack:
[roll0]

Damage:
[roll1]

[ilinares]

The human woman skids to a halt, eyeing Louis Styles' drawn bow with dismay - but he never has a chance to loose the arrow. A heartbeat later, the massive weight of Mallet crashes into her, a mountain of steel and fury driving her with dreadful force into the hard brick walls. There is a hideous cracking sound, as the caster's neck and spine snap with the impact.

Then there is only silence.

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The Warforged stood stock still for a moment. Sparks could be seen beneath the thick black exoskeleton. The entire machine gave a shuddered hiss, as if drawing in a calming breath. The head twitched and jerked slightly as internal components rerouted power away from damaged circuits.

Seeming to have completed whatever internal processes, it reached down and grabbed the mage's robes with an iron grip and drug the limp corpse back toward the building where the others were still gathered. It kept it's massive warmace in the opposite hand, still ready to wield if the threat should be renewed.

[Sgt. Suitable]

With much respect Louis follows Mallet keeping a few steps distance. He pats the dust off his coat while he walks.

"Thanks Big-guy. I saw you going down earlier.. You alright?" He says carefully.

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The machine swiveled it's head toward the man. "This unit's designation is Mallet." It continued to drag the body, crossing the threshold into the partially destroyed building before releasing it with a thud.

"External damage negligible. Internal capacity functioning under 50%. Auxiliary power rerouted to core processor." Mallet responded to his question as if the man would understand what that meant.

[Zmeoaice]

Well you might have failed your mission, but at least justice has been served to the one who sent you on a suicide mission.

We'll send the corpse to the King- perhaps they have magic users who can raise her after a few days and get information on who is hunting us down.

As your you Juran, I am so sorry your shop was wrecked and an ally of yours was killed in the process. Let me help you out a bit.


Spiras went to the window and picks up the shards. Mending.

It then walks up to Grace and pours another healing potions down her throat

[roll0]

[neriractor]

Grace wakes up as the bones on her head seem to come back to place, she brings a hand to her head and cracks her neck a little and opening her eyes to see Spiras "agh, didn´t see that one coming. Did any from our part of the team die?" she said in a slightly rude manner for someone who just got her life saved.

she lifts herself up lookingh at the trashed location and the numerous corpses on the floor and Mallet coming from the ruble that golem is real dangerous, better to be on his good side turning to the elf she proceeds "mmm, I´m going to need some more info on what happened here..." while talking she glares at the captured thug while sharpening her dagger and thinking: if I get my hands on that prisoner he´ll wish he was dead.

[Zmeoaice]

Grace wakes up as the bones on her head seem to come back to place, she brings a hand to her head and cracks her neck a little and opening her eyes to see Spiras "agh, didn´t see that one coming. Did any from our part of the team die?" she said in a slightly rude manner for someone who just got her life saved.

Thankfully no. The other team mates here got beat pretty bad, but they're alive. The Thugs have health potions which we can use to rejuvenate ourselves. Though I suspect that Heris was targeted as well, I hope he arrives here soon.


"mmm, I´m going to need some more info on what happened here..."

No need to play bad cop- least not yet. He seems pretty willing to comply, and so far hasn't hurt anyone. I'll tell you what we know so far. This man and his friends were specifically targeting us. The dead woman on the floor paid them 100 Gold Coins in advance. She's a house Mayne Warmage. I'll search her to see if I can find anything.

Spiras looks up at the thug.

Anyhow, you said the deal was felt very rushed. How long ago were you contacted to attack us?

[hand ax ranger]

Thankfully no. The other team mates here got beat pretty bad, but they're alive. The Thugs have health potions which we can use to rejuvenate ourselves. Though I suspect that Heris was targeted as well, I hope he arrives here soon.



No need to play bad cop- least not yet. He seems pretty willing to comply, and so far hasn't hurt anyone. I'll tell you what we know so far. This man and his friends were specifically targeting us. The dead woman on the floor paid them 100 Gold Coins in advance. She's a house Mayne Warmage. I'll search her to see if I can find anything.

Spiras looks up at the thug.

Anyhow, you said the deal was felt very rushed. How long ago were you contacted to attack us?

Heris had apporched the store by this point but had stayed to the side till he was mentioned. After spiras had finished speaking he ssaid hid piece

"oh no.....they came for me as well.
Wish they'd have sent someone skilled....any way....what was your name? Spurus? You lack a understanding of how....."

He stops for a second, staring into the captives eyes and giving a malicious smile.

".....Effective....."the bad cop" truly is. Perhaps i should
demonstrate."

He starts moving his left hand rythmiclly.......


[roll0]

[Zmeoaice]

Speak of the devil, here he is. Anyhow how did the interaction between you and your attacker go? (And my name is Spiras)

[Illven]

Phyrra finally sighs.

Groaning as she steadies herself to her feet using a nearby counter for support.

The footsteps vanishing as she finally steps up straight

So that's going to smart tomorrow, anyone have any more healing? Phyrra requests.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras felt happy to see Phyrra was doing alright, although still felt bad she was hurt in all this.

Well there is one potion per four thugs, and Mallet and Grace each used one (from the prisoner here [thug 2] and the brute who injured Grace [thug 1].) There should be one left for you and Mr Styles from the two other corpses. I do hope you're alright, dear. It was very smart of you to conjure the sound illusion, I think it caught the Warmage off guard.

[ilinares]

Juran digs his way out from beneath the counter. He is visibly shaking, his eyes haunted by ghosts only he can see. His gaze settles on the body of the gnome, and he chokes out a sob, rushing over and gathering her in his arms. Tears pour freely down his face, and he shakes his head in mute denial.

The captive stares in fascination. "Woah. You think the gnome and the shopkeeper were... Well, would that even work?" A lecherous look crosses his features, and he drawls, "Maybe there are some things a gnome does best - she'd certainly be the right height for it!"

The lowlife's words pierce the haze around Juran, and he snarls in fury, snatching up a fallen sword and advancing menacingly on the captive - who tries to shuffle behind Paedrig, suddenly anxious.

[Zmeoaice]

The captive stares in fascination. "Woah. You think the gnome and the shopkeeper were... Well, would that even work?" A lecherous look crosses his features, and he drawls, "Maybe there are some things a gnome does best - she'd certainly be the right height for it!"

...

Okay I changed my mind Heris, intimidate the &#%*! out of him.


lowlife's words pierce the haze around Juran, and he snarls in fury, snatching up a fallen sword and advancing menacingly on the captive - who tries to shuffle behind Paedrig, suddenly anxious.

Wait, stop don't stab! This isnt justice! Dont let vengence consume you. Besides wouldn't you rather see him in a prison cell so he can contemplate on his crimes for the decade or so than be given a simple death? Killing thug #2 won't make things better or help you out.

However I can help to bring your friend back to life- got connections with the King and all, they can prepare resurrection spells. But please lay your weapon and let the authorities handle this case. You'll be seeing her alive soon again, there's no need to take out your anger and seek retribution.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis has Maxwell close and pets him. Concerned the dog has tasted human blood and willingly killed for him. Louis took something from Maxwell and knows he can never give it back. This dogs a killer now, and Louis feels more guilt than for the people he just shot himself.

He sighs and walks up to Juran. "For once I feel this never ending word-waterfall over here is right. It would serve you not to take your revenge on this miscreant. Besides, the true architect of today's violence is still out there. You have my word that I shall do everything in my power to bring them to justice."

He turns his attention to Heris while he downs one of the healing potions Spiras talked about. "As for you.. Quite convenient, being away from all this."

He lets the words sink in for a second but continues talking before anyone says anything.

"We still have a mission to complete and it seems our prey is lashing out already. It means they're quite desperate for us not to succeed, but also that they have eyes and ears firmly planted in the Capitol. We should assume they know of our intended traveling route. Let's get this scum locked away and discuss if we stay the course."

[neriractor]

Grace kicks the thug to the ground with a little too much entusiasm "scum shouldn´t talk unless talked to." she stared into the wall for a short time with a reflexive face and turned to Louis "I was expecting this kind of attack when we reached Mayne but our mark must be truly desperate on killing us, to send a suicidal group of low lifes in the hopes of taking down one of us... We´ll have to be more careful from now on." she eyed Spiras slowly, this was in no way the elf´s fault but everytime she opened her mouth Grace felt more hopeless about this mission.

[ilinares]

Juran seems to settle down somewhat at the delegates' words, and grunts in satisfaction when the thug is kicked to the ground. Eyeing them for a moment, seemingly uncertain who to address himself to, he finally settles on Spiras.

"I know you mean well, girl, but you don't know what you're talking about. What's the life of a cartographer to the Houses? Sure, if the kind of magic you're talking about came cheap, the King might bring her back. But he's not going to spend thousands of gold for the sake of my Ilyen." Tears threaten again, and he shakes his head angrily, his voice becoming gruff. "Just take what you need and get out."

He stumps back to Ilyen's body, kicking one of the corpses on his way past.

[hand ax ranger]

Speak of the devil, here he is. Anyhow how did the interaction between you and your attacker go? (And my name is Spiras)


...

Okay I changed my mind Heris, intimidate the &#%*! out of him.





.....It was very smart of you to conjure the sound illusion, think it caught the Warmage off guard.......[/color]




He turns his attention to Heris while he downs one of the healing potions Spiras talked about. "As for you.. Quite convenient, being away from all this."

He lets the words sink in for a second but continues talking before anyone says anything.

Now that every is started talking at the same time it was quite confusing to figure out who to answer first.

So he went with Spiras first.

"only one lived to revaluate his priotities. They were a half orc....."

At that monent the prisoner mouths off and angers the store owner. He back-hands the prisoner across the face with his other hand.

"Quiet you!"

He again looks to Spiras.

"I think you meant innterrogate..... but as I was saying a half orc and a halflings decided to try to attack me in the alleyway...they appeared to have been muggers but now in think not as such......as well as a warmage thst later appeared but left, tail between his legs, after recognizing me. But before that........"

In his motioning hand forms a small but growing glob of acid.

"....I rearranged the halflings face."

He looks to the prisoner, holding the orb close to his face.

"Perhaps a demonstration will help loosen our friends lips....."

[roll0]

He hears the comment on the warmages. Before he can address that though, Styles starts his own interigstion...

Heris simply looks to him with a look of unamusment.

" Can't you see im busy......besides.....if a warmage ran from me what makes you in such a hurry to anger me. I was attacked as well on my way to the blacksmith....where do you think i got the chain shirt and hammer from.....snd accusing me of conspiring is simply just going to cause a fracture in our unified cause. I think it odd how i'm the scapegoat, not the one who's yet to show......."

[hand ax ranger]

Juran seems to settle down somewhat at the delegates' words, and grunts in satisfaction when the thug is kicked to the ground. Eyeing them for a moment, seemingly uncertain who to address himself to, he finally settles on Spiras.

"I know you mean well, girl, but you don't know what you're talking about. What's the life of a cartographer to the Houses? Sure, if the kind of magic you're talking about came cheap, the King might bring her back. But he's not going to spend thousands of gold for the sake of my Ilyen." Tears threaten again, and he shakes his head angrily, his voice becoming gruff. "Just take what you need and get out."

He stumps back to Ilyen's body, kicking one of the corpses on his way past.

" im sorry for your loss......but it's likely thst this one wont make it out of here alive anyway."

[Sgt. Suitable]

"I care not for your excuses or reasoning." Louis spits back. "You not being here is suspicious at best and we'll leave it at that since we have no way of knowing what led up to these events right now. That said, if I do find out it was you'll regret the day.." Maxwell jumps up and growls dangerously at the one his master seems to be cross with.

Louis steps up to the prisoner and lays his hand on the mans shoulder. "This man is going to be sent to the king, alive, for judgement." He eyes the crowd and his other hand moves to the pommel of his sword.
"Anyone got a problem with that?"

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Giving up the last of the healing potions, Paedrig feels a pang of regret that he will not be resurrecting the dead shopkeeper. It was an experience he wuld have to save for another day.

Seeing his erstwhile captive trying to hide behind him, Paedrig sighs.

"I promised him my protection after he offered up the potions. By right of salvage, he is now my indentured servant. If you object, bring it up with the crown, or Duchess Kanaster.

[Illven]

Wait, stop don't stab! This isnt justice! Dont let vengence consume you. Besides wouldn't you rather see him in a prison cell so he can contemplate on his crimes for the decade or so than be given a simple death? Killing thug #2 won't make things better or help you out.

However I can help to bring your friend back to life- got connections with the King and all, they can prepare resurrection spells. But please lay your weapon and let the authorities handle this case. You'll be seeing her alive soon again, there's no need to take out your anger and seek retribution.

Phyrra walks up and claps a hand onto Spira's shoulder.

Thug #2, huh? She teased with a pained grin.

Think you've been hanging around Lyris too long. She adds, clearly joking.

[ilinares]

The captive glares at Paedrig's back.

"Hey, do I get a say in this? Way I see it, I'm better off taking my chances with the guard. I didn't hurt anyone, I just got mixed up with the wrong crowd - what was it you said, they forced me to do it? Yeah, that's what it was. You saw how dangerous she was - didn't have a choice." He is struggling to keep a straight face, and has all the credibility of a snake in a nest of broken eggs.

"I ain't sure what inditchered means, but I sure as hell ain't snotty blueblood's servant."

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

"Oh, by all means. If you wish to waive the protection of my house..."

Paedrig steps aside, and offers a bowing 'after you' gesture towards Mr. Styles.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Styles. As you were with the "bad cop" routine."

[hand ax ranger]

"I care not for your excuses or reasoning." Louis spits back. "You not being here is suspicious at best and we'll leave it at that since we have no way of knowing what led up to these events right now. That said, if I do find out it was you'll regret the day.." Maxwell jumps up and growls dangerously at the one his master seems to be cross with.

Louis steps up to the prisoner and lays his hand on the mans shoulder. "This man is going to be sent to the king, alive, for judgement." He eyes the crowd and his other hand moves to the pommel of his sword.
"Anyone got a problem with that?"

" *sarcastic girly voice*oh i'm so scared.......*normal voice* really though im telling you with complete honesty i did nit send these fools, i was myself attacked by a warmage, and i'm not going to be procicuted for thibg i gad no control over. So find domething tgst actually my fault or shut your prrtentios, high and mighty yap!

And another thing. Im not going to kill this man....he might wish he were though......"

[Zmeoaice]

Phyrra walks up and claps a hand onto Spira's shoulder.

Thug #2, huh? She teased with a pained grin.

Think you've been hanging around Lyris too long. She adds, clearly joking.

Heh, well I can never spend too much time hanging around with you.

Anyhow, Thug #2, and yeah I'm calling him that now, surrendered to ME, so if any jurisdiction of the houses should be with Tulim. However as he attacked us in Warsend, and was a part of the team to eliminate each of us it is most appropriate to send him to the king- and hopefully get all the details of his boss and what she knew about us- such as our appearance and names, and how long they known this.

Spiras looked at the prisoner.

And trust me, you do not want the 'protection' of House Kanaster.


"I was expecting this kind of attack when we reached Mayne but our mark must be truly desperate on killing us, to send a suicidal group of low lifes in the hopes of taking down one of us... We´ll have to be more careful from now on." she eyed Spiras slowly, this was in no way the elf´s fault but everytime she opened her mouth Grace felt more hopeless about this mission.

Indeed, I suggest we keep things discrete- we may have to discuss this matter later. It's possible we'll have to disguise ourselves when we reach our destination.


"I think you meant innterrogate..... but as I was saying a half orc and a halflings decided to try to attack me in the alleyway...they appeared to have been muggers but now in think not as such......as well as a warmage thst later appeared but left, tail between his legs, after recognizing me. But before that........"
...
" Can't you see im busy......besides.....if a warmage ran from me what makes you in such a hurry to anger me. I was attacked as well on my way to the blacksmith....where do you think i got the chain shirt and hammer from.....snd accusing me of conspiring is simply just going to cause a fracture in our unified cause. I think it odd how i'm the scapegoat, not the one who's yet to show......."

Well I don't think you're lying, but you said the warmage recognized you? You need to tell us all the details of the encounter.

Anyhow, splitting the loot- Each thug has 25 coins, and the witch has 500 which gives us 600 total- each of us can take 100 coins. The Daggers and throwing knives seem most suited for Grace, while the swords, clubs, Spear, and can go to Heris and Styles. Heris has a chain shirt so I suppose Styles or Mallet can use it. Three of the health potions will go to the team headed towards Maynefast, two shall go to one going to Wugur. The Elixir will probably be useful in Maynefast, so the team headed towards Wugur can take the cloak. I'm the least armored of all of you so I'll take the Buckler.


Um... I could use the shirt. Phyrra adds raising her hand.

It certainly would be fitting- I think team two has enough weapons from this loot and Mallet is well armored, I have no objection. Course you are my BFF, but I think these reasons are good enough.


Juran seems to settle down somewhat at the delegates' words, and grunts in satisfaction when the thug is kicked to the ground. Eyeing them for a moment, seemingly uncertain who to address himself to, he finally settles on Spiras.

"I know you mean well, girl, but you don't know what you're talking about. What's the life of a cartographer to the Houses? Sure, if the kind of magic you're talking about came cheap, the King might bring her back. But he's not going to spend thousands of gold for the sake of my Ilyen." Tears threaten again, and he shakes his head angrily, his voice becoming gruff. "Just take what you need and get out."

Spiras felt bad for letting the old man down. You may be right- there's definitely a high chance that the ruling class won't value the Ilyen's life. Even if I were to try, I could get rejected and the only thing worse than having Ilyen dead would be getting your hopes falsely raised. Plus I don't really feel like going through all that bureaucracy anyhow.

Luckily for you, I'm not royalty. Spiras walked to Ilyen's corpse, and raised the Staff of Life. This should take about ten minutes.

RESURRECTION

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

The decision (and the Staff of Life) no longer in his hands, Paedrig eagerly takes notes on the spell-like effects of such a powerful conjuration.

So come level 16 or whatever I will add it to the ol' Prayerbook.

[Illven]

Um... I could use the shirt. Phyrra adds raising her hand.

[neriractor]

Grace gets mad as Louis takes control over the prisoner and struggles to keep composure but rage truly fills her as Spiras proceed to make a comment about discretion after all she did and then proceeds to waste one of the resurrections on a gnome craftman.

she breaths heavily and counts to ten on her mind never draw the attention to yourself Grace... I´m gonna have to talk some sense into that elf before it gets this mission doomed

[hand ax ranger]

Styles was messing up the interigation, Grace had knocked over the prisoner in her random rage, Spiras was causing others to panic over the use of the staff (though he argeed with Spiras), amd the others were going about their own nonsense.

This was offically geting out of control.

He did not like that.

"ENOUGH!" he yells casting the ball of acid into the wood floor, next to the prisoners head.It was at this point that an old part of him kicked in.

"Styles why don't something useful instead of just pestering me like a gnat! You go with Paedrig to tell them we've already come under attack by mercs and warmages with conections to House Mayn.

Phyrra, you and Spira can start helping Mallet to get those bodies out of this mans shop.

Grace, get me a long piece of metal and something to heat it with. You cross me as a sadist so you'll help me with getting this whelp to talk.

Paedtig, you get the message to whomever that we've already been assalted by hostile forces."

[Illven]

And do what with them? Put them in the nearest alley? Phyrra pointed out. It's not like she was used to disposing bodies.

Shall I make a modern work of art. It'll be on the futility of life.

[neriractor]

"
Grace, get me a long piece of metal and something to heat it with. You cross me as a sadist so you'll help me with getting this whelp to talk."

Grace smirked "there must be something of the like around the rubble" she said, walking over there and searching for an iron br or some similar object.

[hand ax ranger]

And do what with them? Put them in the nearest alley? Phyrra pointed out. It's not like she was used to disposing bodies.

Shall I make a modern work of art. It'll be on the futility of life.

He glances at Phyrra, not with anger but to anwser her.

"valid point. Leave the bodies in the alkey for niw. And leave the warmages as intact as possible. I'd like to givr them a look over later, so lay the out seprately if you could.

Oh, and thanks for the cooperation".

He then changes his mind on Spiras.

"Actually Spiras, could you perhaps fetch me a bucket of water? Im going to keep an eye on our prisoner. And see if you can find an anvil as well......perferably a smaller one."

what time would it aproxitmety be?

[ilinares]

Over the course of the ten minutes since Spiras had started casting, the staff had been glowing brighter and brighter. It was now so intense that it was painful to look at, a bright, clean light like a miniature sun.

Bathed in that light, Ilyen's wounds begin to knit closed before their eyes. Forced to watch out of the corner of their eyes, the delegates still in the shop seem to see faint images in that light; later they would each swear they saw an angelic figure gently cleansing away the blood from the gnome's body, and placing a hand in benediction on her forehead.

Suddenly there is a sound like the blare of a distant trumpet, and the light streams from the staff into the gnome. She opens her eyes, which gleam for a moment with a pearly sheen - then the light is gone, but the miracle remains.

Coughing, Ilyen looks around - and is instantly lifted into the arms of a laughing, weeping Juran.

"Angels bless you, girl, for what you have done," he chokes out, his face filled with joy and wonder. "My sweet Ilyen. I thought I had lost you. I had lost you."

It takes several minutes for him to regain his composure, and when he does he still has a broad grin on his face.

"We owe you a debt we can never repay. Please, take whatever you need - everything we have is yours. Bless you, and your Houses, for doing this for us. Bless you."

[Sgt. Suitable]

Completely awed by the experience Louis stands, barely comprehending what just happened. The joy in Juran is heartwarming and Louis gives Spiras a nod of acknowledgement and respect.
"Everyone, in light of what just happened maybe we should give Juran the choice of what to do with this thug? After all it was his store they ravaged and his love they killed. It seems some of us are hellbent on torturing this man on the spot and personally I feel for having the guard take this man in custody. What do you all say to listening to Juran on this, whatever he chooses?"

[hand ax ranger]

Completely awed by the experience Louis stands, barely comprehending what just happened. The joy in Juran is heartwarming and Louis gives Sp[/COLOR]iras a nod of acknowledgement and respect.
"Everyone, in light of what just happened maybe we should give Juran the choice of what to do with this thug? After all it was his store they ravaged and his love they killed. It seems some of us are hellbent on torturing this man on the spot and personally I feel for having the guard take this man in custody. What do you all say to listening to Juran on this, whatever he chooses?"

Heris turns to Louis. He's amazed by Styles sudden transition from a blue faced annoyance with empty threats to a man with if goid reason. Perhaps he and Louis were not so different after all.....

"A novel idea, it is Juran who's been truly crossed. Let us leave it to him to take his revenge first.....we can always pry information from him later."

He yell out for Grace. " Change of plans, were lettimg the shop kerp have his vengence first......but if theres snything left....welll he should be more willing to break!"

He approches Jaren. "Try to leave enough to interrogate. I'll be taking you up on that offer as well....we will need supplies, a I certain equipment."

he starts looking about the store for useful things...... like perhaps a cart and/or anvil......


seriously...abiut what time is it?

[ilinares]

As I said in OC, it's mid afternoon - around 3pm, although there are no accurate clocks in sight. Or clocks, for that matter.

Juran shakes his head. "I'm in no mood for revenge. Let the guards have him - although a commoner attacking nobles will probably get a savage enough sentence for even your tastes, barbarian." This last is addressed to Heris.

Illyen coughs again; her ordeal has left her noticeably weakened. Laying a hand on Juran's arm, she speaks up. "Juran may be feeling kind, but I am not. These men killed me; I think revenge sounds rather good to me."

Juran shudders. "Easy, my love. Surely there has been enough blood for one day. You know how it affects me."

Illyen softens, turning back to Juran. "All right, dear one. Have it your way. I suppose it worked out all right - although why we're giving free stuff to the people who brought this whole thing on us is beyond me."

[hand ax ranger]

As I said in OC, it's mid afternoon - around 3pm, although there are no accurate clocks in sight. Or clocks, for that matter.

Juran shakes his head. "I'm in no mood for revenge. Let the guards have him - although a commoner attacking nobles will probably get a savage enough sentence for even your tastes, barbarian." This last is addressed to Heris.

Illyen coughs again; her ordeal has left her noticeably weakened. Laying a hand on Juran's arm, she speaks up. "Juran may be feeling kind, but I am not. These men killed me; I think revenge sounds rather good to me."

Juran shudders. "Easy, my love. Surely there has been enough blood for one day. You know how it affects me."

Illyen softens, turning back to Juran. "All right, dear one. Have it your way. I suppose it worked out all right - although why we're giving free stuff to the people who brought this whole thing on us is beyond me."

As he browses the supplies he simply retorts.

"You are quite mistaken. Im an educated man, not a bbarbarian. My apperance betrays my mind, and at thr risk of being snooty-sounding I belive i'm likely to be more of a intellectual than you.

Besides, some of us have to be effective."

Still he searches for what he needs.


What do I find?
[roll0]



"I will grant you sir, I comend your sense of mercy. Where I've lived that's a hard thing to keep. But if you think you will keep him safe from the psin that awaits him then you, my good man, are sorely mistaken."

[neriractor]

He yell out for Grace. " Change of plans, were lettimg the shop kerp have his vengence first......but if theres snything left....welll he should be more willing to break!"

boring!! she thinks as she drops the metal bars she had been gathering and starts looking at the goods inside the store.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig was satisfied with the day so far. His theories had been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. Now his next step would be to investigate whether deific spheres of influence could be manipulated to emulate arcane spells. I knew for example of ancient fire priests that could toss balls of flame as a wizard...

He snaps out of his reverie as one of the House scions barks out orders.

"Very well. I will see if these shopkeepers can be reimbursed for their damage as well."

The scholar returns to the castle, hoping to bring word of the attack as soon as possible.

[hand ax ranger]

boring!! she thinks as she drops the metal bars she had been gathering and starts looking at the goods inside the store.
After finding nothing, he re addresses Grace once.

"Grace, go get those bars....we're back on for the interrogation techniques. Please and thank you."

He gors back to the prisoner, making sure he's still where we left him. He stares him in the eyes.

"who sent you? It would probably be best for you if you just speak up..... perhaps we could work out a deal....."

[Zmeoaice]

After finding nothing, he re addresses Grace once.

"Grace, go get those bars....we're back on for the interrogation techniques. Please and thank you."

He gors back to the prisoner, making sure he's still where we left him. He stares him in the eyes.

"who sent you? It would probably be best for you if you just speak up..... perhaps we could work out a deal....."

Um... Heris Spiras points at the corpse of Suliana Mayn. We already know who. We'd like to know the when and where, and how much she knows. You said she described you to us- how did she do so? Does she know our appearance, clothing, equipment?

Also, Heris, what did you learn from your attacker? I'd like to hear the fine details of your interaction.

[neriractor]

Grace puts the cloak she was looking at back on the shelf and then proceeds to bring several metal bars of different size, shape and sharpness to where Heris was and putting them on a nearby table. She speaks to the bandit with a slight grin while polishing her new daggers "okay trash, will you talk or should I just do my thing?"

[ilinares]

The captive breaks into a sweat, unable to take his eyes from the metal bars.

"Shadows take you, I don't know anything!" he squeaks, his voice breaking. "I already told you, my boys and I, we hang out, steal what we need, rough people up if they annoy us or we're paid enough. I'm not a bad guy, I just never had things handed to me on a plate like you - so what I needed, I took.

"You want to know what she told me about you?" He spat at the corpse of the warmage. "She said there would be seven spoilt House brats in Juran's, and we were to give them a good kicking while she shot at them through the window
I just thought she had a bow!" He chuckles, slightly hysterically, still staring at the metal bars.

"How did she describe you? A metal thing shaped like a man, an archer with a dog and a ridiculous moustache, a librarian, a black-skinned elf, a savage, another elf girl with a runaway mouth, and a nondescript human girl." Swallowing loudly, he adds, "Her words, not mine!"

[hand ax ranger]

Grace puts the cloak she was looking at back on the shelf and then proceeds to bring several metal bars of different size, shape and sharpness to where Heris was and putting them on a nearby table. She speaks to the bandit with a slight grin while polishing her new daggers "okay trash, will you talk or should I just do my thing?"

"Ah! Thank you Grace" he kisses your hand
"...As helpful as you are beautiful."

Hs stick three of the into the coals of the fire place. He'd have perfered an actual furnace, but he could work with less than red hot metal...


Um... Heris Spiras points at the corpse of Suliana Mayn. We already know who. We'd like to know the when and where, and how much she knows. You said she described you to us- how did she do so? Does she know our appearance, clothing, equipment?

Also, Heris, what did you learn from your attacker? I'd like to hear the fine details of your interaction.

He looks at the body from his position by the fire place. "Oh. Well I handn't seen those bodies yet. But could you so kindly fetch that water for me? I think we'll need of it soon.

But to anwser your question, I learned that certian warmages have yet to grow a spine. That you were also to have been attacked, though I thought that would've came later. Turns out that there's likely a bounty on us aswell, as this particular warmage had a tendency for mercenary work and the other two were not on his side. He never was a particularly brave man through, and I don't blame him for running.

If he's smart he'll not try for aleast me again, so it's likely I'll end up running him through. But back to the subject at hand...."

He raises a minorly glowing piece of metal out of the fire place, eyes locked towards the prisoner's.

".....I believe she asked you a question....."

[Zmeoaice]

"He looks at the body from his position by the fire place. "[COLOR="#008080"]Oh. Well I handn't seen those bodies yet. But could you so kindly fetch that water for me? I think we'll need of it soon.

But to anwser your question, I learned that certian warmages have yet to grow a spine. That you were also to have been attacked, though I thought that would've came later. Turns out that there's likely a bounty on us aswell, as this particular warmage had a tendency for mercenary work and the other two were not on his side. He never was a particularly brave man through, and I don't blame him for running.

If he's smart he'll not try for aleast me again, so it's likely I'll end up running him through. But back to the subject at hand...."

He raises a minorly glowing piece of metal out of the fire place, eyes locked towards the prisoner's.

".....I believe she asked you a question....."

Hold up, he's talking


"Shadows take you, I don't know anything!" he squeaks, his voice breaking. "I already told you, my boys and I, we hang out, steal what we need, rough people up if they annoy us or we're paid enough. I'm not a bad guy, I just never had things handed to me on a plate like you - so what I needed, I took.

"You want to know what she told me about you?" He spat at the corpse of the warmage. "She said there would be seven spoilt House brats in Juran's, and we were to give them a good kicking while she shot at them through the window I just thought she had a bow!" He chuckles, slightly hysterically, still staring at the metal bars.

"How did she describe you? A metal thing shaped like a man, an archer with a dog and a ridiculous mustache, a librarian, a black-skinned elf, a savage, another elf girl with a runaway mouth, and a nondescript human girl." Swallowing loudly, he adds, "Her words, not mine!"

So you and your team were contacted merely an hour or so ago- if even that. This is unnerving.

Spiras paused.

Someone knows that all of us are part of this mission, even though even we didn't meet each other until this morning, and didn't plan to go to Juran until after we were briefed. They must have been spying on us in the castle- or possibly were using some kind of scrying or divination of sorts.

Two more things, do you know why your teammate killed the cartographer if we were the targets, and do you know about the warmage who attacked Heris?

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis walks out the door with just the tent and cold weather outfit he came for. He's left the gold on the counter when no one was looking and meant to head back to the castle as well. He wasn't planning on being witness to what was about to happen..

When he hears the thug call his mustache rediculous he pauses at the door, shakes his head, and walk on. Clearly this piece of scum had it coming.

[hand ax ranger]

Hold up, he's talking



So you and your team were contacted merely an hour or so ago- if even that. This is unnerving.

Spiras paused.

Someone knows that all of us are part of this mission, even though even we didn't meet each other until this morning, and didn't plan to go to Juran until after we were briefed. They must have been spying on us in the castle- or possibly were using some kind of scrying or divination of sorts.

Two more things, do you know why your teammate killed the cartographer if we were the targets, and do you know about the warmage who attacked Heris?

" well I know him well enough...but i'm not sure of the necessity of speaking on that......but yo your other point yes it would seem soneone knows if our unity. This is a very dangerous prospect. We might need to start to suspect that our mission is known to the shadier ekemts of the cities we encounter. We should make getting out of the pubkic eye a priority for now......Mallet, leave the bodies, just lay them.out for me."

He looks to the prisoner again, holding the poker next to His cheek to let him feel the heat ccoming off it.

"Speak."

[ilinares]

"He was always a bloodthirsty bastard. He probably stabbed her because he liked stabbing people!" He hisses, the brand getting overly close to his cheek.

"There was another guy with her at first. He said something to her when we got close, didn't hear what, then went off on his own. That's all I know, I swear!"

[hand ax ranger]

"He was always a bloodthirsty bastard. He probably stabbed her because he liked stabbing people!" He hisses, the brand getting overly close to his cheek.

"There was another guy with her at first. He said something to her when we got close, didn't hear what, then went off on his own. That's all I know, I swear!"

"This warmage have a crooked nose and long brown hair?"

He lowers it from his face, awaiting an anwser.

[ilinares]

The captive gives a sigh of relief, his mouth working in silent prayer. "Aye - least I remember the nose. Reminded me of my old man - he'd come off worse in a few scrapes as well, 'fore the plague got him. Couldn't say I was lookin' too hard at his hair."

At the palace, Paedrig and Louis Styles arrive within moments of one another. A cadre of guards in chain shirts, wearing tabards showing the Crown emblem quartered with House Caldern's device, are standing watch at the gates - rather more than there had been earlier. As the delegates are arriving, a woman joins them, shrugging into a set of leather armour as she walks. She has long, pale blonde hair, youthful features, and wary blue eyes; her tabard also shows the Crown emblem, but it is quartered with the device of House Silven. She glances at the new arrivals, frowning.

"The palace is closed to visitors," she tells them, her stance shifting subtly - her balance settling, ready for violent action. "What is your business here?"

[neriractor]

"Ah! Thank you Grace" he kisses your hand
"...As helpful as you are beautiful."

Grace fakingly blushes and mimics a charmed stance and with a small giggle thinks just another Sycophant...



Hs stick three of the into the coals of the fire place. He'd have perfered an actual furnace, but he could work with less than red hot metal...

He looks at the body from his position by the fire place. "Oh. Well I handn't seen those bodies yet. But could you so kindly fetch that water for me? I think we'll need of it soon.

But to anwser your question, I learned that certian warmages have yet to grow a spine. That you were also to have been attacked, though I thought that would've came later. Turns out that there's likely a bounty on us aswell, as this particular warmage had a tendency for mercenary work and the other two were not on his side. He never was a particularly brave man through, and I don't blame him for running.

If he's smart he'll not try for aleast me again, so it's likely I'll end up running him through. But back to the subject at hand...."

He raises a minorly glowing piece of metal out of the fire place, eyes locked towards the prisoner's.

".....I believe she asked you a question....."

she looks at Heris, leaning against a wall as he handles the interrogation ... he knows how to handle his enemies, I´ll give him that

[redzimmer]

Paedrig
"Our group has been assault by House Mayne. Get your minor-taste-of-authority arse marching to inform the king at once, or by Duchess Kanaster I shall personally use you as a raft in the River Styx!"

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[ilinares]

Impressively high roll - but I'm afraid not high enough, her level check result came to 20. So...

The woman narrows her eyes at Paedrig.

"Let me be utterly clear with you, you jumped up bookworm. Noble blood does not mean a damn thing to me, and your Duchess would be appalled to hear you use her name to try and bully the Royal Guard. Speak to me like that again, and you will spend the night in the cells.

"Now, in a civil fashion, why don't you explain what has happened. The diviners tell me there has been an incident within the city - a violent confrontation involving magic. You say you were attacked - and you have the audacity to accuse House Mayn. First, then, have the attackers been subdued? Is there evidence tying them to House Mayn?"

As she is speaking, you notice another arrival - the servant whom you met earlier, his arms wrapped around a parcel of papers. He has not yet seen you.

[Sgt. Suitable]

Louis walks up and joins the conversation Paedrig is having with the guard.

"Excuse me ma'am." He hands her the papers found on the body. "We've been ambushed at Jurans. We dealt with the attack and unfortunately brute force had to be applied. In self defense I might add." He pulls down the collar of his tunic a bit and there's still some seared flesh visible. He lets the guard take a look and continues. "Poor Juran almost lost his sweetheart, and emotions are running high over there. We need to get going, time is of the essence."

He looks over and sees the scribe walking up. He turns to the man and calls out.

"Sir!? Over here, I believe those maps are for us?"

[ilinares]

The servant recognises Paedrig and Louis Styles, and his testimony that the men are agents of two powerful Houses on Crown business - combined with Louis' courtesy - improves the guard's attitude considerably.

The bundle proves to contain, in addition to the maps, the Endure Elements scrolls that Heris had commissioned, ready several hours before expected.

The guard - Captain Mercyra of House Silven - promises to take over the investigation here, tracing the dead mercenary and any further evidence of House Mayn involvement strong enough to be brought before the Council.

A trio of House Caldern duskblades - as the other guards prove to be - accompany Mercyra, Styles, and Paedrig back to Juran's and set about securing the crime scene, blanching slightly at the arrangement of corpses in the street outside.

For all Louis Styles' commendable haste, Mercyra insists on taking statements in person - and in private - from each of them before they can leave. Several members of the party use the time to attend to last-minute preparations - Heris in particular disappears for nearly an hour - and by the time everyone is ready to depart it is almost midnight.

Now, teleportation orb in hand, they prepare to embark on the mission in earnest - and more than one mind turns to the battle earlier that day, and how close several of them had come to death.

What more awaits them in the Vale of Storms?

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The warblade stood motionless within the destroyed shop as the others left to go find guards or busied themselves with shopping now that the owner had offered. The large hammer was still grasped with one hand, though it was held at the side in a non-threating manner.

There was little for the machine to do, as no protocols had been encoded to allow it to take advantage of such offerings by live sentient beings. Even if it did understand the offer, there was little that Mallet needed in the way of survival gear to make the expected trip.

[Zmeoaice]

Spiras decided to speak with Captain Mercyr and her crew.

What I find concerning is that Sulinas and presumably her partner rather accurately knew what we looked like. What do you think is the most reasonable explanation for how they knew this information. Do you believe there is a spy within your ranks?

[ilinares]

Mercyra eyes Spiras for a moment, as though debating whether to answer. Finally she sighs.

"Spiras, isn't it? The identity of the delegates has been known to the King and the whole Council for nearly two days. That means their staff also know or could find out, along with their families, friends - anyone who might share a particularly juicy piece of gossip. Add to that anyone who has managed to buy or spy out the information, anyone with access to divination magic... It's a long list of suspects that doesn't really get us anywhere. Sure, there might be a spy - but then, in the palace, most servants are in the pay of more than one House sharing information, and it wouldn't surprise me if a few do the same outside the Houses."

[Zmeoaice]

Mercyra eyes Spiras for a moment, as though debating whether to answer. Finally she sighs.

"Spiras, isn't it? The identity of the delegates has been known to the King and the whole Council for nearly two days. That means their staff also know or could find out, along with their families, friends - anyone who might share a particularly juicy piece of gossip. Add to that anyone who has managed to buy or spy out the information, anyone with access to divination magic... It's a long list of suspects that doesn't really get us anywhere. Sure, there might be a spy - but then, in the palace, most servants are in the pay of more than one House sharing information, and it wouldn't surprise me if a few do the same outside the Houses."

Well I'm not sure how much of our appearances the staff would have known, but it does seem like this case will be difficult to figure out. I wish you luck in figuring out this case. Would you say that the staff knows of our mission- such as where we are headed and which paths we are going to take?

[ilinares]

Mercyra gives a mirthless grin.

"Well, it's common knowledge among those of us in royal service that something is going on in the Vale of Storms. Given the timing, it's a fairly easy guess where you're going. And there's really only two ways to get there quickly: the teleport circles in Mayn and Wugur. Well, unless you have a deathwish."

[Zmeoaice]

Mercyra gives a mirthless grin.

"Well, it's common knowledge among those of us in royal service that something is going on in the Vale of Storms. Given the timing, it's a fairly easy guess where you're going. And there's really only two ways to get there quickly: the teleport circles in Mayn and Wugur. Well, unless you have a deathwish."

So, you're telling me that there's another route to the Vale, albeit one more dangerous than the aforementioned ones? Not saying we'll be willing to take it- but I'd like to hear all our options.

[ilinares]

"Supposedly there are places where you can step from this world into another - a world where time and distance mean different things. Some of the Dukes are supposed to have the power to go there. But, then, you'd need the power of a Duke to survive there."

She quirks an eyebrow at you, amused.

"I'm pulling your leg, girl. No, what I meant was, the Vale has a coast. Charter a ship from somewhere, you could be there inside a week. But the seas that way are plagued with monsters, not to mention pirates. And you'd be passing through Mayn's territorial waters anyway - they've got no shortage of warships if they're really trying to stop you."

[Zmeoaice]

"Supposedly there are places where you can step from this world into another - a world where time and distance mean different things. Some of the Dukes are supposed to have the power to go there. But, then, you'd need the power of a Duke to survive there."

She quirks an eyebrow at you, amused.

"I'm pulling your leg, girl. No, what I meant was, the Vale has a coast. Charter a ship from somewhere, you could be there inside a week. But the seas that way are plagued with monsters, not to mention pirates. And you'd be passing through Mayn's territorial waters anyway - they've got no shortage of warships if they're really trying to stop you."

Haha, good one.


Let's see if she was right on accident

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While I would be looking forward to fighting off pirates, the situation is pretty urgent, so I believe we should take one of the routes that will get us there faster, so we won't be on a swashbuckling adventure. For now. But I'll let my team mates discuss this. Do you really think House Mayne would do something as treasonous as try to sabotage a mission from Talinar?

[ilinares]

Mercyra shakes her head.

"That kind of thing is way above my pay grade," she replies. "But... It's no secret many Dukes resent the King. Many of them remember a time when their families were rulers of their own kingdoms; it was His Majesty who took their crowns from them, or at least that led the coalition that did it. Yes, he stopped the war - but Mayn thrives on war. Then, to add insult to injury, he kicked them out of the most fertile swathe of land in their former kingdom, and gave the current Duke Mayn a beating in the process." Mercyra frowns. "When you look at it like that, I'm surprised Mayn ever does what the Crown wants."

[Zmeoaice]

Mercyra shakes her head.

"That kind of thing is way above my pay grade," she replies. "But... It's no secret many Dukes resent the King. Many of them remember a time when their families were rulers of their own kingdoms; it was His Majesty who took their crowns from them, or at least that led the coalition that did it. Yes, he stopped the war - but Mayn thrives on war. Then, to add insult to injury, he kicked them out of the most fertile swathe of land in their former kingdom, and gave the current Duke Mayn a beating in the process." Mercyra frowns. "When you look at it like that, I'm surprised Mayn ever does what the Crown wants."

Well if they are responsible I hope that their wish is granted and they enter a war- with the eight other houses opposing them. Thanks you for what you've told me, gave me a bit to consider.

Spiras reunited with the rest of the team in private.

While I can't say for certain that House Mayne is behind this it's too big of a risk to take the path from Maynefast. And even if the Duke himself isn't involved it is likely other powerful members of the ruling class are. Not to mention they'd send goons after us again so it is best to stick together regardless. Wugur's route may take longer and be less glamorous but I suggest we go there. The only downside is that it is our enemies will reach the destination a few days before us- but we'll have time to plan on what to do when we get there.

[hand ax ranger]

Mercyra shakes her head.

"That kind of thing is way above my pay grade," she replies. "But... It's no secret many Dukes resent the King. Many of them remember a time when their families were rulers of their own kingdoms; it was His Majesty who took their crowns from them, or at least that led the coalition that did it. Yes, he stopped the war - but Mayn thrives on war. Then, to add insult to injury, he kicked them out of the most fertile swathe of land in their former kingdom, and gave the current Duke Mayn a beating in the process." Mercyra frowns. "When you look at it like that, I'm surprised Mayn ever does what the Crown wants."

Heris looks to her and shrugs. "well money works......as I recall they've msny mercinaries......perhaps Mayn has nothing to do with it, merely a faction hiring both a army.....and a scapegoat." He drinks some wine he found from the bottle. "That is quite good.....anyhow we shouldn't rule out a false flag operation."


Well if they are responsible I hope that their wish is granted and they enter a war- with the eight other houses opposing them. Thanks you for what you've told me, gave me a bit to consider.

Spiras reunited with the rest of the team in private.

While I can't say for certain that House Mayne is behind this it's too big of a risk to take the path from Maynefast. And even if the Duke himself isn't involved it is likely other powerful members of the ruling class are. Not to mention they'd send goons after us again so it is best to stick together regardless. Wugur's route may take longer and be less glamorous but I suggest we go there. The only downside is that it is our enemies will reach the destination a few days before us- but we'll have time to plan on what to do when we get there.

"An exellent observstion! Glad to see I'm not alone in my doubt of things being merely what they seem...." he offers the bottle to Spiras, as if out of respect. " Though dividing our forces might spilt theirs as well there is much to be said in safety in numbers. Aa far as planning.....well with ehst I'd say us a collection of good minds....and Louis.....and Mallet....We can come up with a strategy that might partly make it through to our victory."

[ilinares]

Their destination finally decided, the House delegates gather around as Paedrig studies the teleport orb. Although at first appearing to be an unbroken sphere of silver, careful inspection reveals that it is in two halves, which slide apart to reveal a depressed ring of gemstones, each no larger than a pea, each a different colour and displaying the heraldic emblem of one of the Houses. The detail is almost too tiny to make out, but on a fragment of light blue sapphire can just be seen the twisting dragon emblem of Wugur.

Paedrig touches a finger experimentally to the sapphire, and the whole orb reacts instantly. The two halves snap together - narrowly missing Paedrig's finger - and the silver becomes transparent, revealing an image of a distant mountain range with flawless clarity. With dizzying speed, the image expands and the perspective draws nearer to the highest mountain, where what appears to be an immense, skeletal dragon watches you, jaws gaping wide in an inaudible roar.

Abruptly the envoys realise that the air has become bitterly, painfully cold, every iota of exposed flesh afire with the agony of being plunged from pleasant warmth to this arctic frost. They look around, and realise that at some point the transition has been made, unnoticed, from watching an image of the mountain to standing upon it.

They are within a ring of three-foot stalagmites, ivory-white and slightly curved inwards - then, at the same time, they realise the truth: these are not stalagmites, but the claws of some immense beast, stripped of flesh and driven into the stone beneath their feet.

Beyond the circle, a vast canopy keeps at bay the fierce wind and raging blizzard visible through a narrow passage - and the canopy too, they notice, is formed from the remains of an animal, one larger than a house, its ribs curving over their heads like pillars, while over them is stretched a sheet of pale, cured hide.

A quartet of powerfully built men, each carrying a massive greataxe with casual ease, and each with identical blond hair and ice-blue eyes, surrounds the ring you have arrived in. They are dressed in thick furs from neck to toe, hooded against the elements, and they watch you impassively, waiting for one of you to speak.

[hand ax ranger]

Their destination finally decided, the House delegates gather around as Paedrig studies the teleport orb. Although at first appearing to be an unbroken sphere of silver, careful inspection reveals that it is in two halves, which slide apart to reveal a depressed ring of gemstones, each no larger than a pea, each a different colour and displaying the heraldic emblem of one of the Houses. The detail is almost too tiny to make out, but on a fragment of light blue sapphire can just be seen the twisting dragon emblem of Wugur.

Paedrig touches a finger experimentally to the sapphire, and the whole orb reacts instantly. The two halves snap together - narrowly missing Paedrig's finger - and the silver becomes transparent, revealing an image of a distant mountain range with flawless clarity. With dizzying speed, the image expands and the perspective draws nearer to the highest mountain, where what appears to be an immense, skeletal dragon watches you, jaws gaping wide in an inaudible roar.

Abruptly the envoys realise that the air has become bitterly, painfully cold, every iota of exposed flesh afire with the agony of being plunged from pleasant warmth to this arctic frost. They look around, and realise that at some point the transition has been made, unnoticed, from watching an image of the mountain to standing upon it.

They are within a ring of three-foot stalagmites, ivory-white and slightly curved inwards - then, at the same time, they realise the truth: these are not stalagmites, but the claws of some immense beast, stripped of flesh and driven into the stone beneath their feet.

Beyond the circle, a vast canopy keeps at bay the fierce wind and raging blizzard visible through a narrow passage - and the canopy too, they notice, is formed from the remains of an animal, one larger than a house, its ribs curving over their heads like pillars, while over them is stretched a sheet of pale, cured hide.

A quartet of powerfully built men, each carrying a massive greataxe with casual ease, and each with identical blond hair and ice-blue eyes, surrounds the ring you have arrived in. They are dressed in thick furs from neck to toe, hooded against the elements, and they watch you impassively, waiting for one of you to speak.

(Ooc:I got this...I think....)

Ah the bitter cold if his homeland....its really sad thst the others gave yet to adjust to this temputure, while he was already wearing wyhst he needs ti be mice and cozy......not that it took alot....mostly having every thing but tge head covered in warm fur usally did it. But thethen again, he wasn't sure the Warfirged could even freeze to death.......

he also relizes thst he will niw be unable to get a army of goons..phoowy....no wait.... these sre my counrty men, perhaps some might work with me......

He address these men with an sign of peace, keeoing my hands away frim my weapons.

" Hail my moutain brothers. We have traveled here by way of idiot with a teleportation. These outsuders have no clue what theyew are doing, so im here to escort them where they must go.....".
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[ilinares]

One of the men grunts, and assumes a slightly more relaxed stance. Heris recognises the thong of winter wolf fangs about his throat as the mark of a skilled veteran warrior and hunter - the two terms almost synonymous for the tribes.

"Hail, brother. You are welcome to Mount Drakesfang - as are these others, while they keep the peace and obey our law. Will you speak for them?"

After listening to Heris's response, he continues, "You will find the camp all but deserted. Game is scarce, the winter even harder than usual, and the Duke is away. We can offer you shelter, but we must keep what food we have for our own people.

"What is your purpose here?"

[hand ax ranger]

One of the men grunts, and assumes a slightly more relaxed stance. Heris recognises the thongj of winter wolf fangs about his throat as the mark of a skilled veteran warrior and hunter - the two terms almost synonymous for the tribes.

"Hail, brother. You are welcome to Mount Drakesfang - as are these others, while they keep the peace and obey our law. Will you speak for them?"

After listening to Heris's response, he continues, "You will find the camp all but deserted. Game is scarce, the winter even harder than usual, and the Duke is away. We can offer you shelter, but we must keep what food we have for our own people.

"What is your purpose here?"

"oh good....they're friendly." he thibks. Now thst is fortunate. With tge combined forces of the group, they were unlikely to all die, but causalties woukd be devistating st this point of their mission. They needed to behave themselves, and play along with him. "hope they realize to keep quiet. I need to have the floor....these ARE my people......"

"I do speak for them. They will trybto undeestand our ways and ours laws till they have left our lands. Though I belive the blue metal one is running on a different level, and the blue faced man crosses me as a nancy. Regardless, we will nake sure they behave themselves, and keep the blue faced one away from your rears."

XD im sorry Sgt. I swear iys simply a charecter action against another charecter, and not a direct insult to you.
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Now as far as our objective, I'd image they should remain uninformed on that. The mission depends on us being able to remain hiddin in plainsight, and blabbing to these fine mem is truly a bad way to keep our scent hidden. "The elves, the word woman and the runty manare reaserchers. They, ve come because they belive theres a new source of fuel aling the border of our lands.......*points to Paedrig, Grace, Phyrra and Spiras*....ehile me, the metal man, and the nancy were tasked with their protection. They're nit aware if our lands, do I was also tasked as a guide. Hopefully we might rest the night in your camp, as they're weak foreigner bodies. ... except the metal man....are tired easily and would likely appreciate it."

bluff check:

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[ilinares]

The warrior glances at the new arrivals in turn. He looks suspicious of the frankly rather implausible tale at first, but such is the sorcerer's raw force of personality that he is soon nodding along, accepting everything he is told.

"I will take you to our chieftain. She will decide. But I do not think she will turn you out into such a night as this - there are dangers in the night that your friends would not survive."

Nodding to the other guards, he leads you out into the camp. Beyond the canopy, you are engulfed in a fierce blizzard, barely able to see the person in front of you; you could only have been walking for a minute before you are shown into a second structure, but it seems like an eternity, such is the bitter cold and the apparent danger of losing your way and becoming lost forever.

The second structure is formed from the splayed wingbones and cured hide of what you now realise must have been a dragon - one so immense that its carcass has formed at least two buildings. Bedrolls are scattered throughout the hall, occupied by sleeping figures - perhaps a dozen, mostly children and women of childbearing age. A fire blazes at the centre, making the air tolerably warm, and a woman in her forties stands contemplating the flames. She wears white furs, and her greying black hair is held back by a silver band, a sapphire at her brow. She glances at you briefly, her swift blue eyes taking in your appearance, then she looks back to the fire.

"These travellers seek shelter, Hurana," your guide tells her, brushing the snow from his clothing. "Their leader is of the blood."

The chieftain nods, still not looking.

"There are bedrolls enough," she says softly. "Find a corner and get some rest. I'll not turn you out in this - but in the morning, you can make yourself useful or get on your way. I've enough mouths to feed and little enough to do it with, until the Duke returns."

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The machine moved with the group but seemed to care little about the shelter or cold. Once they had arrived at the second building and were given permission to remain, it stepped forward to spoke to Heris.

"Companion Heris, this unit does not require rest. It will conduct sentry duties."

[ilinares]

The chieftain takes note of the exchange and eyes Mallet speculatively as the others seek out their bedrolls.

"If only more of our guests were like you, construct - or our warriors. Life might be easier for the rest of us."

The night passes unnoticed for most of you, the events of the day leaving you so tired that sleep claims you quickly. Only Phyrra, with no need of conventional sleep, and Mallet - standing as a mute sentry amid the howling storm, vigilant and tireless - remain awake when, four hours after midnight, the dragonscale door flies back to admit a strange new arrival amidst a flurry of snow.

[Notnagel Blade]

I stand in the door way in my winter clothes. I spoke with a bit af a stutter due to the cold."I heard a man of Heris Tregel is in this company is this true?" I continued to stand waiting for a reply from one of the sentries. Hopefully one of them will have the decent courtesy to invite me in.

[ilinares]

Notnangel, a description of your character would be helpful. Anything about her which reveals her allegiance, for instance?

The sentries cautiously stand aside, rubbing sleep from their eyes and checking their weapons are ready to be drawn. The woman strides in, quickly coming face to face with Mallet.

[Notnagel Blade]

"My name is Rose. The man I am speaking of is an old class mate of mine. Please I'm freezing my scales off While the only parts of my body with scales are my arms,legs,feet,hands,and tail. Its still cold

[Illven]

Phyrra takes Rose's hand and kisses it gently.

Phyrra Silvertooth. She says gesturing to herself.

What seems to be the problem? She asks concerned.

[Deadguy]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The warforged rested it's hands upon the haft of the enormous hammer resting it's head at the base of the machine's feet. The visual sensors lit up bright red as the woman approached.

"State your business."

The heavy metal body had developed a thin layer of frost on the most exposed portions of the armor. Mallet did not seem to take notice or care about the woman's physical condition from being exposed to the elements.

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Paedrig makes a mental note to research a spell which would allow the caster to endure the elements.

[hand ax ranger]

http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The machine moved with the group but seemed to care little about the shelter or cold. Once they had arrived at the second building and were given permission to remain, it stepped forward to spoke to Heris.

"Companion Heris, this unit does not require rest. It will conduct sentry duties."
Heris takes note of the metal man's offer. "A great suggestion, my steel plates friend. But don't hesitate to wake me if trouble rises..." He then lays his head down and falls asleep almost instantly.
Though a restful sleep eludes him. As would occasionally happen, guilt infected his dreams. A womanly figure haunted his dreams, a love he had once left behind but never since seen. The memories clouded his mind.

And the outsiders though the cold Wugur chilled the bones bitterly

I stand in the door way in my winter clothes. I spoke with a bit af a stutter due to the cold."I heard a man of Heris Tregel is in this company is this true?" I continued to stand waiting for a reply from one of the sentries. Hopefully one of them will have the decent courtesy to invite me in.

"...but that voice..... It sounds to real......could it be...... "

He awakens quickly, sleep still in his eyes. Through the bur he see s figure long missing from his sight. Disbelieving, he clears his eyes, but still there she stands. Her silver tone scales shine uunderneath her layers of furs and wool. His heart practically stops, as if struck by a hammer. He stumbled to his feet, unable to contain his awe.

"Rose? ........Is that really you?....."

[hand ax ranger]

"My name is Rose. The man I am speaking of is an old class mate of mine. Please I'm freezing my scales off While the only parts of my body with scales are my arms,legs,feet,hands,and tail. Its still cold


Phyrra takes Rose's hand and kisses it gently.

Phyrra Silvertooth. She says gesturing to herself.

What seems to be the problem? She asks concerned.


http://i.imgur.com/kVx5hX5.jpg?1
Mallet, Warforged (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=298746)

The warforged rested it's hands upon the haft of the enormous hammer resting it's head at the base of the machine's feet. The visual sensors lit up bright red as the woman approached.

"State your business."

The heavy metal body had developed a thin layer of frost on the most exposed portions of the armor. Mallet did not seem to take notice or care about the woman's physical condition from being exposed to the elements.

As all this happens, Heris is still dumbstruck. His mind is unsure if this is real, or if He's truly gone into a most remarkable madness. What real reason would she have for being here, in these frozen wastes? Surly....

"No!....leave me this....." he told himself. "I need to hold her close once more.....even if its mere illusion..... My desire to feel her touch must be met......damning all sanity is nesscisary!"

He walks to her slowly.

[neriractor]

Grace wakes up with a small yawn and sees the scene from her bedroll "how many random people is this Heris man a friend with?", she turns her sigils off and goes back to sleep or at least tries, she actually just pretends to sleep while listening to what happens in the room, careful to know who said what.

[Zmeoaice]

*yawn* What's going on? Spiras said softly and put on a warm winter coat and stepped towards Heris. You know this person?

[ilinares]

One of the sentries shakes the chieftain awake. Staring bleary-eyed at the new arrival, she stumbles to her feet; with a muttered word and a gesture, she turns her gaze on the new arrival.

"Identify yourself!" she growls, her hands seeking for weapons that are missing from her belt. "What is your name, House, and purpose?"

Will Save from you please Notnagel.
Everyone, Spellcraft checks if you want to identify the spell the chieftain just cast.

[Illven]

Phyrra looked at the chieftan's gestures trying to identify the magic they were wielding.


[roll0]

[ilinares]

Phyrra recognises the spell Hurana cast as Detect Thoughts, and is familiar with the spell's powers and limitations. In particular, she recalls that it will allow the chieftain to listen in on the superficial thoughts of those she focuses on, unless the subject has sufficient strength of will to resist.

The DC is 17, if anyone else has ranks in it and wants to make a check.

[Notnagel Blade]

Heris takes note of the metal man's offer. "A great suggestion, my steel plates friend. But don't hesitate to wake me if trouble rises..." He then lays his head down and falls asleep almost instantly.
Though a restful sleep eludes him. As would occasionally happen, guilt infected his dreams. A womanly figure haunted his dreams, a love he had once left behind but never since seen. The memories clouded his mind.

And the outsiders though the cold Wugur chilled the bones bitterly


"...but that voice..... It sounds to real......could it be...... "

He awakens quickly, sleep still in his eyes. Through the bur he see s figure long missing from his sight. Disbelieving, he clears his eyes, but still there she stands. Her silver tone scales shine uunderneath her layers of furs and wool. His heart practically stops, as if struck by a hammer. He stumbled to his feet, unable to contain his awe.

"Rose? ........Is that really you?......"

(Ooc: types out in a relatives phone.... Should get mine replaced tomorrow. Will add speech color then.)

"No I'm just a girl who looks like and sounds like the girl you banged in school. Idiot I came to look for you. Looks like wasted efforts if you can't even recognize me"

[redzimmer]

Paedrig

Furiously jotting notes about the spells he's seen and attempting to cross-reference them with known deific spheres, Paedrig barely registers the tumult of the newcomer's arrival.

[neriractor]

Grace finally decides to sit down and watch as she takes confort from the cold on her winter blanket this is getting interesting...

[hand ax ranger]

"No I'm just a girl who looks like and sounds like the girl you banged in school. Idiot I came to look for you. Looks like wasted efforts if you can't even recognize me"
Her words sting harshly. How could he ever forget a beauty such as her's. When he couldn't go ahead entire nights without her face ruling his dreams, her voice in his ear every time he drank to forget. No. Never could he forget her.....he assumed she had forgotten him.

"Of course I recognize you! .....I just can't believe your here....." he closes in, holding her close. "....I came to think I'd never know your touch again. That you would have forgot me and found another since I left. But I couldn't....not truly. My dreams were often haunted by your memory, the thought of you and me together once more always finding it easy into my mind.....and now you once more grace my eyes.....send feelings of comfort through my veins.....to rewarm my long cold heart."

He kisses you, not parting, just enjoying this moment

[Notnagel Blade]

It would be a lie if I said that I didn't miss him. Or that I wasn't enjoying this. I'm glad you remember me. Now can you explain to your friends. That I am no threat to them. Also can you please direct me to a fire or something my scales are freezing off.

[Zmeoaice]

Hey, there, I'm Spiras, pleased to meet you. Heris must be pretty close to you for you to come all the way here. How did you know he'd be here?

[neriractor]

It would be a lie if I said that I didn't miss him. Or that I wasn't enjoying this. I'm glad you remember me. Now can you explain to your friends. That I am no threat to them. Also can you please direct me to a fire or something my scales are freezing off.

"hey, you can come sit here if you want." said Grace while pointing at a spot by her side and near the small bonfire she was using for heat.