The Consortium

[WilliamD40]

CHARACTER KNOWN INFORMATION:This campaign is set in a city, called Ashei; it is the last spark of light in a dying world. Over 400 years ago, a powerful mage named Rain, opened a portal to the 9 hells, in which the united grand army of over 5 million strong marched on the 9 hells. They reached the 9th level and when everyone thought that all darkness was going to be snuffed from the world, all past and present lords of the 9 hells, united and killed every soldier of this grand crusade.
When the demons pushed back, the city's had no defenders. They all fell one by one, until the last city, a Bastion of light, the only true light in the darkness was the only one left. The refugees poured into this city, Mages and Constructers worked in haste to build, and expand the city to house and provide for the millions of refugees flooding in from all over the continent; then, eventually, the world. The City is now the only source of good left.
You are a member of the consortium. An Organization based in secret, tasked with the destruction of the source of power and shielding of the City. A great Sun located above the highest tier of the city, is The Last Sacrificial Gift from Bahamut, His essence, is the Flaming Orb, and all territory under the light is under its protection. At the very edge of the Light is a wall made out of Blessed stone and each watch tower, every 100 yards, has a miniature orb protecting it, A sacrifice of all the Ancient Golden Dragons that ever protected Bahamut, past and present at the time of the "Collapse" Every Ancient Dragon when it begins to die now sacrifices itself to provide another orb of defense along the wall, a last sacrifice to the cause of Order, Light and their God.
The extreme vast majority of the city is Good understanding the need for sacrifice for all to live. The City of Ashei, Is Massive, Larger and more complex than any city ever known on this planet; It is home to over 10 million People, all working together for the betterment of all.

The City is ruled by Solas, The last Ancient Gold Dragon. Under him are 5 governors, known as the Council of 5, each in charge of their own Section of the City.
Stone- A dwarf with prior Military experience, rules his area with an Iron fist with no tolerance for law breaking
Lord Brightmoon- A Drow, Representative of all outsiders allows cultures of each tribe/nation to thrive in his southern District. Is tolerant of most minor crimes as to some cultures a crime is just a rite of passage.
John the Swift- A Diplomat and noble by birth, was groomed and raised by Solas, to be his replacement, rules the Eastern District with compassion and understanding. This is the more affluent side of town.
Kronos- A Human, Born from the lineage of the king that used to rule this city. When the Collapse happened, his family was removed from power by Bahamut, and placed as the only Familial Governorship in the City.


Lady Silverwind- A Wood Elf Ranger, who used to be a part of the Rangers, is in charge of the Massive Expanse of “The Outer Ring” that connects the City Proper and the Wall that protects the City
The Military Is composed of 3 Orders: The Templari, The Rangers, and The Medicus.
The Templari, are led by General Brightblade. An Elven Paladin that has seen the most of this long battle of survival second only to the Dragons still alive and defending the city. The Templari are the General foot soldier of the city, they are tasked with Defending, Policing and Investigating all crimes and instances of darkness/evil. Most are just conscripts or people serving their mandatory 2 years in the service. Many get basic Paladin training, but are not required to take the Paladins Oath.
The Rangers, are Led by Moth, a beautiful elven female ranger that has been leading Sorties and scouting missions into the Darkness for years. All Members of this order are given a moniker when inducted and abandon their names and families. Members of this order are given anything they need from the population and government of the city, for every day may be their last.
The Medicus, Is the Medical and support Order of the Military, They are in charge of running the hospitals to care for the Sick and injured in the City and are attached to patrols and Guard Towers.

The Stonemasons: Are led by Stone’s brother Boulder. He is tasked with leading all members of his guild in the Maintenance and construction of the City and its defenses; they work closely with the Mages guild when performing their duties in order to make sure all construction lasts.
The Incantantus: Is the Mage’s College, The 21 Universities of magic and The Grand Library of Ashei, are all ran by River, the Great-Granddaughter of Rain. Each University is run by a President and trains all magi in the city. The Shadow Tower, The most prestigious and difficult school to get into, is ran by the Consortium Only members of the Consortium and the students are allowed to enter here. Not all Students here are members of the Consortium, but all Consortium Magi have gone to this university. It is ran by Magister Titanus A Large Human Male, that was once a Soldier of the Templari but became a Mage after losing his good Fighting Arm. Using Magic, he was able to craft a new arm and chose to continue pursuing magic. He is known in the Consortium as the only Mage to summon a Baelor in the city without being caught. The Grand Library houses all knowledge and Remains of dragons and magical components for spell crafting, under the guard of Free and bound Elementals alike. In the grand Library is a section dedicated to research and knowledge on the Beacons of light. But it is closely guarded and only River and those Selected by Solas may view this knowledge.
There are Several Battle Universities, in the City, most soldiers wishing to stay in the service past their 2 year mandatory stay in, attend these schools to learn how to be a Paladin, Fighter, Ranger, or any other form of Combat. The Consortium recently lost its hold on a school when the Headmaster that was in control was ousted as a Traitor, and charged with high treason. The sentence was being hung over the wall as an example to all who would attempt to subvert the city.
The Entertainers: is a faction of people dedicated to entertaining the city’s populace. It is led by the most popular and desired man in the city, Silvas Leafblade.
Day Length: 24
Year length, 365.25
The City is governed by the council of 5. Each governor rules his/her section a little differently.
The laws are enforced by the Templari. And all sentences are executed by them. All Judges are Noble born, with some exceptions.
All trials are Tribunals, Courts-Martial style, by 3 judges all from different sections of the city that the crime was committed in, with the defendant innocent until proven guilty.
The City Is Massive, 302 sq. Miles in this massive Ring Shaped city (Think Minas Tirith, but much more massive and not built into a mountain. With multiple Minas Tiriths in the circles, (Maps to follow soon).
Radius of the City is 5.531 miles. The extended Radius of the Grasslands to the wall is another 10 miles out from there.
For a total of approx., 15.531 Mile Radius, Equaling out to a circumference of approx., 97.6 miles.
Totaling, 2380.666 sq. Miles under the protection of this light. (Math check please)

During the Day, you can see 15 miles out from the wall. And all you see is Death, Skeletons, and burned villages.
THE CONSORTIUM:
Is a large Organization, consisting of about 10000 direct members, It has people that are mid and low levels of government, These members are the only “corrupt” members of the government, All members of government must go through a “zone of truth” cast by an Ancient Gold Dragon. And swear their loyalty to Ashei. The Consortium is not known at all. It operates 100% in the shadows. If a member is found, every member is trained to resist giving up the names of any member of the organization no matter how small. Rule number one of The Consortium is you do not talk about the consortium. Rule number 2 of the Consortium is you do not talk about the Consortium. The Consortium’s head is an unknown woman named “La Sombra” she conveys all orders through Agents that each of you are familiar with. The Consortium’s mission to Take over the City, and thus weaken the city’s defenses, in order to allow the Army of the 9 hells to Swarm over and exact revenge for the invasion and attempted Eradication of the 9 hells. All members of the Consortium are Promised positions as Pit Fiends, instead of being Quasits when they die and their souls are sent to the 9 hells. The Consortium, when the inevitable being found out happens to them, they immediately blame the Suspected Criminal Organization, “The Brotherhood of Angels”.
The Brotherhood of Angels: Is the only significant Criminal Organization in Ashei. They have a clean face of Charity work and helping the poor, but behind closed doors, they are an organization based on amassing wealth for themselves and other poorer folk in the city through any means necessary. They are an extremely well run, “In the Light” organization, that the Templari cannot touch. They were founded by Kronos’ family the Original rulers of the City, and are led by his best friend “Slick”.


Characters:
Faandus
Victoria
Gwen
Umbra
Darkflower
Xavior
Hestia
Vincent

Contacts
Lord Commander Brightblade
Red haired woman
Mysterious Agent

[JNAProductions]

Umbra stretches and yawns, rolling around in the bed of the recently deceased Carpenter family. She idly reaches out, snagging a cold piece of leg meat left over from yesterday, and happily begins to eat it. After enjoying her meal for a few minutes, she gets out, and begins to breathe necrotic energy on the bones, watching them blacken and wither to dust. Once the deed is done and no traces are left, she transforms into a small black cat, and leaves the home, her tail swishing back and forth.

[WilliamD40]

Umbra stretches and yawns, rolling around in the bed of the recently deceased Carpenter family. She idly reaches out, snagging a cold piece of leg meat left over from yesterday, and happily begins to eat it. After enjoying her meal for a few minutes, she gets out, and begins to breathe necrotic energy on the bones, watching them blacken and wither to dust. Once the deed is done and no traces are left, she transforms into a small black cat, and leaves the home, her tail swishing back and forth.

As you are leaving, you see a Familiar face. The Agent that always gives you missions squats in front of you and pets you, leaving a piece of paper attached to your collar.

It says "Execution. 2 days. New Friends. New Mission."

[JNAProductions]

As you are leaving, you see a Familiar face. The Agent that always gives you missions squats in front of you and pets you, leaving a piece of paper attached to your collar.

It says "Execution. 2 days. New Friends. New Mission."

Umbra smiles to herself, padding along the street. She begins to look around for news of the execution, so that she can arrive in a timely fashion.

[WilliamD40]

A news herald on a corner calls out "Captain Brightblade, Son of Lord Commander Brightblade to be tried for Treason tonight! Open Courts-Martial for suspected traitor!"

The crowd quickly gathers around and listens to him speak.

[JNAProductions]

A news herald on a corner calls out "Captain Brightblade, Son of Lord Commander Brightblade to be tried for Treason tonight! Open Courts-Martial for suspected traitor!"

The crowd quickly gathers around and listens to him speak.

Quickly moving amongst the crowd, Umbra gets in close to hear if there's more details.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen rises from morning prayer, hoping that Bahamut would listen this time and would nudge his followers towards a safer tomorrow. As she made her way through the maze of temple hallways, she spoke off other prayers to her darker deity, Lady Fierna; she prayed for the confidence and skill necessary to see her through the trials ahead...both in her mission, and in learning to cooperate with less capable allies.

But all of that would come afterwards. She had an execution to attend and a vassal to butter up; f she was had her way, she would not be paying for her own sweet treats today.

[Xhosant]

Fandus got up from another late night of history studies. His work was too long for one man to see through and too important to trust another with. Plus, his colleague's tome was as mysterious as ever, offering no shortcuts.

And then, there was all the work for the Consortium as well. Why was he even bothering?

...he wasn't quite sure. it was all a haze, he just knew he felt he.. owed it? To someone? Had they asked? Were they nice about it? What kind of niceness does it take to get one to end humanity? How about his work as a historian? Whould there still be need for it without humans? Did demons keep annals?

...where was he going with that thought, initially? Eh, no matter. He had work to do, didn't he?

[WilliamD40]

As you all go about your days, an envelope, containing an invitation to a private booth under the name Darkflower, commander 3rd ranger battalion, is dropped off by your agent saying "best seat I could find."

[JNAProductions]

Umbra pads her way in, stealthily finding a spot near the booth, then transforms into her dusky-scaled humanoid form. She then strides into the booth and takes a seat.

[WilliamD40]

Seated in front of you is an elven female. In the front center seat of 3 rows if chairs 3 in the first 3 in the second and 3 in the back. 10 feet from the booth on a lower level is the crowds en masse there is still 20 minutes until the execution is scheduled

[MoonFlower]

Commander Darkflower sits in the middle chair of the front row with equisite posture born from 6 years in two different militaries. Waiting with patience in the booth centered in the town square, watching the crowd, both for the allies she was told to meet with and with amusement at the crowd's excitement and nervousness.

[JNAProductions]

Darkflower, I'd assume? Umbra says, curling up in the seat next to the elvish woman.

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower smiles in amusement at the harmless looking creature taking up residence in the seat next to hers. She raises an eyebrow. "A talking cat. That won't raise any flags". She reaches over to pet the thing.

[JNAProductions]

Umbra allows herself to be petted graciously, saying No one's around to see.

[MoonFlower]

"Fair enough", Darkflower answers, "if anyone did see, they'd suppose the sounds of the crowd to be covering up your mews. Or they'd think themselves crazy. Anyway, I wasn't aware Lightblade's son was the traitorous type. That must be disappointing for The Commander".

[JNAProductions]

Quite the shame, eh? she says with a dark chuckle.

[WilliamD40]

Sitting in the back right chair, you hear a cough. A Red haired woman says, "you are all early. In reference to the Lord Commander's son, I made sure this execution would happen. Let us wait for the others to arrive" she begins to save her hands subtlely and says noone will hear us now."

[AvatarVecna]

"Even with such a charm in place, one should take care with their words; you never know who could be standing in range, listening in," a soft voice replies from the shadows. Emerging from behind, Gwenhwyfar nods in greeting to the Commander before taking a seat, her spine relaxing into a comfortable-yet-upright posture as she observes the crowd with an air of amusement. "Truly, one must applaud whichever Councilor was involved with this: they managed to take the betrayal of one who held so much trust...and managed to turn it into something to celebrate," she finished wryly, one hand lazily waving at the assembling crowd, their almost infectious enthusiasm palpable even from a distance.

[JNAProductions]

Oh come now. Much as they like to deny it, they love bloodlust. This is the most fun they've had in years-you can almost smell the sticks being removed from their collective asses, Umbra says indelicately.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen chuckled, but there is no humor in it. "You speak the truth. Still, I hope they enjoy this entertainment...you never know what life's going to throw at you next, especially in times like these."

[JNAProductions]

Umbra grins. Tell that to the Carpenter family.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria stands atop the scaffold, resplendent in pure black armour- the ritual armour of an executioner. The crowd is rippling with excitement, of course- the execution of such a high-profile figure is always a matter of public spectacle, and there's nothing more exciting than a spot of killing. The prisoner has not been led up to where he will die, and Victoria's fingers twitch impatiently on the long haft of the executioner's axe. The plan's genius, of course. The dirty work done, the blame shifted, and Victoria even gets to personally kill that irritating and ridiculous Lightblade. Victoria would expect nothing less of a Consortium plan. Gwenhwyfar was no doubt involved in something so elegantly plotted.

Speaking of Gwenhwyfar, where was she? Victoria scanned the rows of the audience. She was nowhere to be seen... Victoria could hardly start the execution without her watching. She deserved to see such a spectacular sight, and know that the plan had been executed (heh) without a hitch.

Ah! There, in one of the boxes! Sitting with a woman, and a... cat? Ah, she looks so graceful. Victoria looks straight at her, catching her eye, then slowly inclines her head in respect.
Time to bring this plot to a stunning conclusion.

[WilliamD40]

"You did that already?"the red haired woman asks, and starts to write something in her book. " this will move things forward, no worry."

[JNAProductions]

"You did that already?"the red haired woman asks, and starts to write something in her book. " this will move things forward, no worry."

I was hungry! Umbra says by way of excuse. Besides, I didn't think they were important!

[MoonFlower]

Of course they're enjoying it. He's a traitor. It's fun to watch traitors hang. Darkflower covers her mouth in feigned nervousness and shakes her head disapprovingly as a group of pedestrians pass the booth to join the throbbing crowd.

[WilliamD40]

Our woman is ready, only 20 minutes till our plan begins.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen's smile grows noticably when she caught the eye of her Victoria. Nodding to her vassal in turn, Gwen turned her attention to the elven warrior. "A temporary distraction, but no-doubt an effective one."

[JNAProductions]

Mind filling us in on what exactly this plan is?

[WilliamD40]

As the executioner's blade is about to fall, it will start and your job is to control it. A friend has chosen to sacrifice himself to get you close to our patsies father.

[JNAProductions]

Umbra casts her gaze around, observing the crowd and seeing who would have Darkvision and who would not. While at the moment she is controlling her aura of darkness, she readies herself to release it. Got it. Get close to the Lord Commander, and make him become an object.

I can drop all bright light in the area to dim light, and dim light to darkness. It's my Regional Effect.

[MoonFlower]

Riddles make me impatient. Is this situation not already under our party's control? Darkflower raises an eyebrow again, though this time no amusement is behind it.

[AvatarVecna]

"When you say 'get close to', do you mean in the sense that it puts us in position to...release him from life? Or more in the sense of us being positioned to gain his trust? Because if it's the latter...well, I hope you brought a leash..." she smirked, ...or at least a spray bottle."

[JNAProductions]

Hey! Umbra objects. I can be tactful!

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower smirks. I have a collar and some handcuffs we can use. They generally serve another purpose, but if I can sacrifice my soul I can sacrifice my playthings, I suppose.

[AvatarVecna]

Hey! Umbra objects. I can be tactful!

"Pure ability is not the same as motivation or willingness," Gwen replied absentmindedly, searching the crowd for any familiar faces.

[WilliamD40]

Yes she says as she gets up. Make sure the Lord Commander believes. She walks away into the crowd towards the stand walking through the largest part of the crowd, disappears.

[JNAProductions]

Me-yow! Umbra says, batting her eyes at Darkflower. You and I will have to meet some night...

And as for you! she says, whirling to face Gwen, I'm perfectly polite! I lived with a family for a whole year before I killed and ate them!

[WilliamD40]

To Victoria,

You hear a voice in your head, when the time comes hold your axe high longer than normal. Put on a show, and wait for the crowds reaction.

[AvatarVecna]

And as for you! she says, whirling to face Gwen, I'm perfectly polite! I lived with a family for a whole year before I killed and ate them!

"You must feel very accomplished; truly, such a feat of mental restraint should be recorded in the vaults of knowledge for prosperity."

[MoonFlower]

I'm okay with heavy petting, but that's as far as I go with the whole beastiality thing.

Darkflower smiles at Gwyn. And to be fair, that's probably longer than most house cats let their humans live before threatening their lives.

[JNAProductions]

I'm okay with heavy petting, but that's as far as I go with the whole beastiality thing.

Darkflower smiles at Gwyn. And to be fair, that's probably longer than most house cats let their humans live before threatening their lives.

I do have a humanoid body, you know, Umbra says. But we should probably start focusing on the mission at hand.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria smirks a little. A show? Of course, she can handle that.
She glances up again. Is Gwenhwyfar still watching...? This will truly be a spectacle to remember.

[AvatarVecna]

Darkflower smiles at Gwyn. And to be fair, that's probably longer than most house cats let their humans live before threatening their lives.

"Very well then, you make a good point," Gwen concedes. Turning back to the kitty, she continues: "I must admit, your restraint is admirable, when compared directly to some of the least patient creatures in existence." Gwen returns her attention to the convicted...and the executioner.

[MoonFlower]

Indeed. Gwyn, I believe the General may need some consoling after this whole ordeal. Perhaps you could pay him a visit on behalf of The Church of Bahamut.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria shuffles her feet impatiently. What's taking Lightblade so long to come and meet his destiny?

Ah, damn it all. They want a show? Let's give them a show.

Victoria hefts the axe into the air and starts to slowly spin in the air, beginning a martial routine. Faster and faster, the heavy blade spins, describing mesmerising circles in the air. She lets the crowd marvel at her skill, drinks it in. Gwen had better be watching. Her movements are strong and graceful, each footstep made with perfect intent as she moves through the well-practiced routine. She's far more used to doing this with her glaive, but a long-handled axe will suffice for now. The axe twirls and twirls...

[WilliamD40]

A very loud clanking approaches.

[AvatarVecna]

Indeed. Gwyn, I believe the General may need some consoling after this whole ordeal. Perhaps you could pay him a visit on behalf of The Church of Bahamut.

"I've no doubt he'll need some kind of emotional support. I will do what I can, for the good of our community and one of its pillars," Gwen replied. "After this, though, he's likely to be particularly paranoid about potential Consortium spies; he'll need somebody...dependable at his side, for the trials ahead." Here eyes are drawn to the center of the area as Victoria, apparently growing restless, begins going through a martial routine. Gwen had seen her practice it before, but seeing it now, in full motion instead of as a step-by-step...it was a wonder to behold.

[JNAProductions]

Hm? Umbra lets out as she perks her ears up.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria hears the clanking, but does not allow it distract her. She can keep going for a little longer, just until he reaches the stage. Her movements are becoming faster and more complex, and she can feel the awe of the crowd, their attention rapt on her routine. Witness my skill!

[WilliamD40]

Lord Commander Brightblade approaches accompanied by a contingent of 15 soldiers , stopping momentarily by the pavilion. Commander, thank you for coming and being here. It means a lot to me. marching on without waiting for a response. They form up in front of the stage and the trumpets sound Captain Brightblade walks onto the stage in shackles with 2 black armored guardsmen.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria ends her routine with a complicated flourish and steps back, allowing room for the Commander to ascend the stage. She can't help but smirk at the sight of him with his own idiot son in chains.

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower notices Gwyn's gaze transfixed on the commotion on stage stirring the crowd.

It seems the executioner enjoys...a certain attention. She raises both eyebrows at the nun.

[AvatarVecna]

Darkflower notices Gwyn's gaze transfixed on the commotion on stage stirring the crowd.

It seems the executioner enjoys...a certain attention. She raises both eyebrows at the nun.

"She loves to show off her skill...sometimes in a bit more flamboyant manner than is probably appropriate, but you can't deny her mastery of the blade," Gwen responds coolly.

[WilliamD40]

Addressing the crowd, the Lord Commander begins by addressing the crowd.Citizens of Ashei, today a son of our city is to be executed. He has been found guilty by a military tribunal to be communicating with demons, and to be central in a plot to bring a demon into the city! It is with a heavy heart, that I , Lord Commander of the Templari, am tasked to carry out his sentence. And I declare his sentence to be death! turning to Victoria, Make it clean or I will make yours messier. Walking to the corner of the stage he nods to Victoria.

[MoonFlower]

That I cannot. The elf replies, her face straight, but her eyes are bright with curiosity.

It's quite honorable for the Lord Commander to make an appearance.

[WilliamD40]

To Victoria: the voice returns to you "remember hold your blade high for it to happen. Do not strike. Until the moment happens"

[AvatarVecna]

That I cannot. The elf replies, her face straight, but her eyes are bright with curiosity.

It's quite honorable for the Lord Commander to make an appearance.

Gwen notices the Commander's curiosity, but does not acknowledge it. "Any less would make the whole affair even less honorable than it already is; best to hold his head high and bear the shame with dignity than to hide from the public. A noble sacrifice made by a prideful man."

[JNAProductions]

Gwen notices the Commander's curiosity, but does not acknowledge it. "Any less would make the whole affair even less honorable than it already is; best to hold his head high and bear the shame with dignity than to hide from the public. A noble sacrifice made by a prideful man."

Say what you will about their stupidity, trying to hold out against the tide of devils, but they have dignity and are worthy of respect, Umbra says. Wouldn't be fun if they weren't, after all.

[AvatarVecna]

Say what you will about their stupidity, trying to hold out against the tide of devils, but they have dignity and are worthy of respect, Umbra says. Wouldn't be fun if they weren't, after all.

"If his side was truly the best option humanity had, he would be making a personal sacrifice for the greater good of the community as a whole. One can appreciate such nobility, no matter how misplaced it may be, or poorly motivated it may be."

[Professor Gnoll]

Ignoring the Lord Commander, Victoria strolls up to the captive. "Stay still, boy, or this could get very messy indeed." Her voice is a relaxed whisper. She gestures to the guards. "Hold him steady,hmm? We wouldn't want any to get on the Lord Commander."
Suddenly and without warning, she lashes out, the axe hurtling towards the neck of the prisoner. Just as quickly, it stops, a hair's breadth before severing his head. She grins behind her executioner's mask. "Made you flinch. All right, this time for real." Her voice is still totally calm.
Victoria takes a step back, locks her stance and begins to raise the axe. It lifts into the air, higher, higher.... It reaches the very highest point...
Victoria holds it in the air, perfectly still...

[WilliamD40]

Suddenly, and without warning, an explosion happens in the center of the square. Stone and cobble exploding. Sending shards everywhere. A giant shadowy face forms in the center of the cloud. A large deep demonic voice echoes through the city. YOU HOLD YOUR CHAMPIONS GUILTY WITH EVIDENCE PLANTED BY THE ENEMY AND YOU COWER BENEATH YHE BURNING ASHES OF A DEAD GOD! BEHOLD TRUE POWER! As the booming voice fades, the sky darkens slightly and fires begin all over the city.

[MoonFlower]

This may grant another in with our brave Commander. I shall ask my superiors if I may have the honor of ensuring Commander Lightblade that he still holds the respect of The Rangers. I doubt any of them will wish to be seen near him. They'll be happy to let a lower ranking, less well-known Officer do the job.

[JNAProductions]

Fancy. Shall we go rescue the Lord Commander? Umbra asks.

[AvatarVecna]

"I'm sure our assistance would be appreciated. Let us lend aid where we can."

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower's lips tighten.

Kitten, try not to get stepped on. Best if you change to a human form and disperse amongst the chaos. Gwyn, see if you can help with the wounded. I'll check on our Lord Commander. Meet me in two hours at the Blackened Stone Pub.

[JNAProductions]

Aren't we all supposed to see to the Lord Commander? We were summoned for a reason, and I highly doubt just going amongst the crowd is it, Umbra says as she begins to transform back into a humanoid form, her skin a lusterless purple tint barely visible under her cloak.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen nods, rising from her seat as she makes her way quickly to where those injured by the blast lay. As she walks, she pulls a healer's kit from her bag, running through the exercises she was taught for mending wounds.

[WilliamD40]

The crowd begins to scream, running in every direction, the fires begin to slowly spread. And the Lord commander shouts orders what do y'all do?

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria blinks, her axe still high in the air. Should she still...? She mentally shrugs. She can always pretend she didn't hear the voice through her mask. With a powerful, fluid movement, she brings her weapon down straight upon Brightblade's neck.

[WilliamD40]

Gwen nods, rising from her seat as she makes her way quickly to where those injured by the blast lay. As she walks, she pulls a healer's kit from her bag, running through the exercises she was taught for mending wounds.

The closest man that needs saving you recognize as a priest in your church

[JNAProductions]

Umbra follows behind Gwen, kneeling next to the other woman and offering assistance. She won't be the first to approach the Lord Commander, but will stay nearby in case.

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower looks confused at Umbra. So is your cloak part of your...oh nevermind. She waves the question away. Come with me if you wish. Think of your purpose by my side by the time we reach him.

[WilliamD40]

Victoria blinks, her axe still high in the air. Should she still...? She mentally shrugs. She can always pretend she didn't hear the voice through her mask. With a powerful, fluid movement, she brings her weapon down straight upon Brightblade's neck.

Your blade, as it swings down the slice into his neck is caught, by the hand of the Captain his eyes burning red, he turns and walks away from the crowd. In his place is a body that looks like him with his head separated and blood appears on your axe

[JNAProductions]

Umbra nods, following Darkflower now, and whispers to her I'm one of the agents from the other side, but you have shown me the light with Gwen's help. I'm working against them now, and they have yet to catch on to our ruse.

[WilliamD40]

As you and Darkflower move forward Citizens reach begging "Commander help, please, the pain....."

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower slows her rush towards the stage and let's out an exasperated Groan.

First lesson on this side, she looks defeated at the stage, no Commander in sight among the flurry of people, keep up appearances... Hand out these potions, only one per person. She takes a small cloth bag full of vials of healing potions from her pack and hands it to Umbra, taking a handful to pass out herself as they continue toward the stage.

[JNAProductions]

Darkflower slows her rush towards the stage and let's out an exasperated Groan.

First lesson on this side, she looks defeated at the stage, no Commander in sight among the flurry of people, keep up appearances... Hand out these potions, only one per person. She takes a small cloth bag full of vials of healing potions from her pack and hands it to Umbra, taking a handful to pass out herself as they continue toward the stage.

Yes ma'am, Umbra says with only a hint of sarcasm in the back of her voice, taking the small bag and distributing potions amongst the injured.

[WilliamD40]

As Umbra hands out potions to the wounded. soldiers arrive, and begin fighting the fires as the scene begins to calm the commander is at the stage, on his knees looking at his sons body. And looks up at Victoria, Thank you soldier, it was clean and I'm glad he didn't have to see this.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria stares at the departing, red-eyed figure. Well, that kills the satisfaction a little. She glances around at the panicking crowd with mild irritation. Would it kill them to shut up and let her enjoy the moment? Turning to the Commander she gives a small nod. "Hmm. Yes, well, I can't say I'm particularly concerned for the mental well-being of a traitor." Leaning down to the dead prisoner, she scoops up his severed head. "Now, if you don't mind, sir, this belongs on a pike on the city walls. If I may depart...?" Well, at least she gets a trophy out of it...

[MoonFlower]

As the commotion clears and The Medicus arrive, Darkflower finally spots the Commander, on his knees on a blood-soaked stage. She rushes forth.

Lord Commander Brightblade, were you harmed in the explosion, sir?

The Commander only appears emotionally distraught, this could still be an opportunity.

[JNAProductions]

Umbra dutifully trails along behind, putting on her most concerned face.

[WilliamD40]

I cannot handle this. Commander you and your friends have command of the situation. he draws his sword and walks away toward Gwen, he gives his sword to her, saying You and your allies have command of the situation come find me after this is controlled.

[AvatarVecna]

The closest man that needs saving you recognize as a priest in your church


I cannot handle this. Commander you and your friends have command of the situation. he draws his sword and walks away toward Gwen, he gives his sword to her, saying You and your allies have command of the situation come find me after this is controlled.

Gwen begins bandaging the priest's wounds, keeping an eye on everything peripherally...when she notices the Commander approaching. At his words, and his offered blade, she finds herself speechless for a moment, before replying "...by your command, Sir." Snapping her attention to the injured people around her, she called out "Victoria! Get these people on their feet! Commander, can you make use of this healing kit? Umbra, follow Commander Lightblade, keep an eye on him while we contain the situation here." As she rubs her temples with one hand, the other hands a healing kit to Darkflower before digging another one out of her bag. "Chin up folks, we have work to do."

[Professor Gnoll]

Glancing over to Gwen, Victoria nods and carefully places the severed head on the ground. "My liege. As you command."Summoning divine power into her hands that crackles in the air, she begins to move around to the injured people, dragging them back into the realm of the living.
Cast Lay on Hands on injured parties, giving them just enough to bring them up to 1HP as accurately as I am able to. I have 50 HP of healing to draw on.

[Xhosant]

Oh come on, now!

Fandus had overslept. It happens when your duties are paid for in sleep. And he had been on the way to the meeting, albeit late, when an explosion, then several, were heard. At this rate, history is getting written faster than he can jot it down, and there was just one damned city to chronicle anymore.

He looks around, trying to see what paths he should avoid, or what services he should render on the way.

[WilliamD40]

Glancing over to Gwen, Victoria nods and carefully places the severed head on the ground. "My liege. As you command."Summoning divine power into her hands that crackles in the air, she begins to move around to the injured people, dragging them back into the realm of the living.
Cast Lay on Hands on injured parties, giving them just enough to bring them up to 1HP as accurately as I am able to. I have 50 HP of healing to draw on.


You are able to bring [roll0] citizens back to their feet. The Mediucs enters the scene and escorts all revived injured people back to their hospitals.


The scene is still chaotic but the Medicus, and Templari are on the scene now.

[WilliamD40]

Oh come on, now!

Fandus had overslept. It happens when your duties are paid for in sleep. And he had been on the way to the meeting, albeit late, when an explosion, then several, were heard. At this rate, history is getting written faster than he can jot it down, and there was just one damned city to chronicle anymore.

He looks around, trying to see what paths he should avoid, or what services he should render on the way.

You are 2 blocks away from the Main execution square. there is a clear path to the Square, but a small fire is in the middle of the road.

[Xhosant]

Any rumble in the area?

[WilliamD40]

Any rumble in the area?

The Alleyway is blocked by a low fire about knee high and in the alleyway, there is no rubble obstructing your way. The only thing clocking is the fire itself. The Alleyway is about 50 yards long

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower takes the medical kit and uses her field training to help as many injured as she can until The Medicus arrive.

Well if he didn't need counseling before, he definitely does now. she quips to Gwyn. Do you think we should find a Contact? Maybe they can explain what the hells happened.

[Xhosant]

Fandus is slightly disapointed his check turned up nothing. He'd prefer the subtler, and more city-friendly, aproach of burrying the flames. Instead, he focuses for a short moment, before magic lifts his weight. He soars just over the flames before relying on his feet once more, but holds to the magic's reigns just in case.

((Used Fly))

[AvatarVecna]

Darkflower takes the medical kit and uses her field training to help as many injured as she can until The Medicus arrive.

Well if he didn't need counseling before, he definitely does now. she quips to Gwyn. Do you think we should find a Contact? Maybe they can explain what the hells happened.

"We need to know what's going on, what's going to happen, if we're to play our parts correctly," Gwen muttered, casting an eye around for eavesdroppers. "It's difficult to perform our duties properly when we aren't kept in the loop on what our duties even are. Once the Medicus arrives, you and I need to get the crowd settled down...and then go see what we can do for the Commander." Gwen glanced at her satchel, where the Commander's sword awaited analysis. Curiouser and curiouser...

[WilliamD40]

To Gwen: You feel a sense reach out to you. foreign, friendly, but unknown. As it feels your resistance, it retreats, and dissipates. Your perceive the presence pull away to the east, in that direction is an alley, with several figures moving in and out of it, The sword in your bag, and several young silver dragons fighting the fires.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen makes note of the sword, but decides to give the dragons room to do their work. She continues bandaging up victims of the blast.

I ask again: the sword over by the dragons, is that the Commander's sword that he gave to me, or something else?

[MoonFlower]

We need to get this body out of here if we are to have any hope of calming the crowd. Victoria, do you think you could help me take it to the wall?

She mumbles to her comrades I'm sure we won't be the only ones seeking answers.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria glances over to Darkflower. "Do I know you?" Eh, well, she was talking to Gwenhwyfar. It can't hurt.

With a shrug, Victoria picks up the recently-discarded head under one arm and easily hauls up the rest of the body with her other. Pushing her way through the crowd, she heads for the walls.

[WilliamD40]

As you approach the walls, a group of 5 Templari approach you, a thin stick of a man, states We are here to collect the body. What are you doing?

[JNAProductions]

Umbra slips away, following the Lord-Commander. She keeps to her human form, trusting her skills to avoid being seen.

[roll0]
[roll1]

And disadvantage on any Perception checks to see me.

[WilliamD40]

Umbra slips away, following the Lord-Commander. She keeps to her human form, trusting her skills to avoid being seen.

[roll0]
[roll1]

And disadvantage on any Perception checks to see me.

The Commander, leaves the area hastily, going down an alley, and leans against that wall, and begins to cry softly. After 30 seconds, he continues down the Alley eventually ending at a Large House, and goes inside. The House has a solid stone face, with 3 windows on each side of a centralized door. The door, is slightly ajar. The house, is a 3 minute walk away from the execution site. You begin to hear things start to break.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen casts her eye around; for once, she has no idea where somebody (that blasted cat) went to. Hopefully they were following instructions...

She noticed a small group confronting Victoria, and strode over to provide any assistance. "Ah, good, you've arrived. How can I help you gentlemen?"

Nice stealth check, JNA, even I can't auto-detect you.

[JNAProductions]

The Commander, leaves the area hastily, going down an alley, and leans against that wall, and begins to cry softly. After 30 seconds, he continues down the Alley eventually ending at a Large House, and goes inside. The House has a solid stone face, with 3 windows on each side of a centralized door. The door, is slightly ajar. The house, is a 3 minute walk away from the execution site. You begin to hear things start to break.

She slips in after the commander, and, after a quick glance around to make sure she's alone with him, begins to speak. Lord-Commander? Are you alright?

[WilliamD40]

We are here to take control of the scene and to quarantine the traitors corpse at the command of my Lieutenant.

The Lieutenant is a minor ranking Officer

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria narrows her eyes. "Don't presume to question me, soldier. While today I may stand in my role as executioner, I am still your commanding officer and am owed a certain level of respect. Now, as for your question, you may have noticed something of a commotion at the execution. I thought it prudent to remove the source of the disturbance. I would have left it to you, of course, but you've managed to arrive far too late. Next time, I'll be expecting punctuality, or you can expect a severe punishment." Victoria dumps the body in front of them. "Now, dispose of this, if you would. I will be placing this treacherous head on a spike personally. As I'm sure you know, I have zero tolerance for traitors." Victoria turns smartly on her heel to face Gwenhwyhyr.
"My lady. Perhaps I might escort away from this terrible scene."

[WilliamD40]

She slips in after the commander, and, after a quick glance around to make sure she's alone with him, begins to speak. Lord-Commander? Are you alright?

Entering the house, you see several pictures missing from the walls, or are slanted on their pegs, many broken vases are smashed on the ground, and the Lord-Commander is silent, even after you enter he is holding a bottle of "SquidSmasher". You know this to be an extremely strong extremely rare bottle of Rum. Without looking at you he takes a long draft, and turns to you. Are you here to finish the job? I didn't do what she said, and she killed my son. I have nothing left.

[JNAProductions]

No, sir-not at all. I was sent-well, not really, but I'm sure she would've wanted me to go-by Darkflower. She's... Concerned, Umbra says, sounding sympathetic. Please, sir-I'm here to help.

[dragonsabin]

Xavior walks toward the stage watchin the amusing interaction between the Executioner and the Templari. Might there be anything I can help with in this chaos? Xavior asked as he nears the front of the stage.

[Xhosant]

Fandus, too, dashes forward to the stage. He might be old, but he is sure a few leaps by aid of his magic won't become reason of concern, not in a metropolis like this, where mages were an everyday sight.

"Excuse me, sir", he addresses the leading Templari. "Could I have a little bit of your time? I'm unsure of what's the commotion here for, but I'd be indebted to you if you could brief me. You know, for the city's history archives. You well deserve to be quoted for it."

Being an esteemed historian did have some perks, and flattery always took him a long way.
Does a +9 on persuasion and deception help?

[WilliamD40]

Fandus, too, dashes forward to the stage. He might be old, but he is sure a few leaps by aid of his magic won't become reason of concern, not in a metropolis like this, where mages were an everyday sight.

"Excuse me, sir", he addresses the leading Templari. "Could I have a little bit of your time? I'm unsure of what's the commotion here for, but I'd be indebted to you if you could brief me. You know, for the city's history archives. You well deserve to be quoted for it."

Being an esteemed historian did have some perks, and flattery always took him a long way.
Does a +9 on persuasion and deception help?

Sir, we cannot comment on ongoing investigation, but I can say, the explosions are being taken care of by the dragons, and the Templari demon hunters are investigating the strange voice that appeared just prior to the execution. If you want a further comment please ask my Commander Victoria, she was at the scene. I must take care of this traitors corpse.

The group of Templari begin to dissipate and the crowd begins to calm, picking each other up as the medicus arrives. Brother Antony, the leader of the Medicus is here, and approaches Victoria and Darkflower recognizing them as Officers in the Military. Greetings, commanders, can you please tell me what happened and what you did here? It is going to be logged in the official report

He notices Fandus, and says Historian I have found a book for you., presenting a medium tome with black leather binding and red runes on the side. I believe it is an evil tome it was found in the rubble. A few squares over.

[Xhosant]

Fandus makes a couple quick notes of the man's words. Mission aside, he was interested in chronicling the events.

"Thank you. I will see to it that anything of value is extracted, and the rest disposed", he says in response to the head Medicus. He begins investigating the book.

[WilliamD40]

Fandus makes a couple quick notes of the man's words. Mission aside, he was interested in chronicling the events.

"Thank you. I will see to it that anything of value is extracted, and the rest disposed", he says in response to the head Medicus. He begins investigating the book.
As you begin investigating you feel a strange presence
wisdom save please, couple mentions of you know who

The Medicus leaves, leaving Victoria,Fandus, Gwen, and Darkflower in the thinning town square.

[Xhosant]

I got the ring of shielding thing, that important?

[roll0]

[AvatarVecna]

Eyeing the book, Gwen briefly scanned the book for magic, before turning her supernatural vision to the Commander's sword.

Detect Magic on both the book and the Sword. Do I have any idea what they vaguely do automatically, do I need to make a check, what should I do?

[MoonFlower]

Sir, my companions and I were sitting in a booth, ready to bare witness to the event. Victoria, in as part of her duties was preparing to execute the traitor. I might add that she has beautiful weaponry skills. As her axe fell, a purple skull appeared in the midst of an explosion. It spoke that we were executing an innocent. It is not my place, but I presume it's some scheme of the demons that lie outside our walls to try and sew the seeds of doubt. Lady Gwyn and I went about helping the injured. She suggested we try and calm the crowd. The Templari had yet to arrive to take the body, so Victoria and I began to carry it away to be hung on the outside of the wall. A few members finally approached us as we carried the thing. I was glad for them to take it off our hands, but they ought to learn respect for their superiors. They were quite rude to Commander Victoria.

She turns to Fandus, Dear Historian, I invited you so you could chronicle whatever happenings of the event, thought I didn't expect it to be SO eventful. I'm sorry y missed it, sir.

[WilliamD40]

No, sir-not at all. I was sent-well, not really, but I'm sure she would've wanted me to go-by Darkflower. She's... Concerned, Umbra says, sounding sympathetic. Please, sir-I'm here to help.

Standing up, he walks to his table and pours you a drink.
Come join me i will tell you everything.

[JNAProductions]

Umbra takes a sip (a small one-no need to be impolite, but getting drunk is a bad idea) and sits. Don't worry-I won't judge, whatever you say.

[WilliamD40]

As you begin investigating you feel a strange presence
wisdom save please, couple mentions of you know who

The Medicus leaves, leaving Victoria,Fandus, Gwen, and Darkflower in the thinning town square.

You feel the need to find the author of this book. Glancing at the title, it is Haris Demonbane. A well known author that is writing about you know who. He references scrolls in the library.

[WilliamD40]

Umbra takes a sip (a small one-no need to be impolite, but getting drunk is a bad idea) and sits. Don't worry-I won't judge, whatever you say.

About a year ago, the woman with red hair, approached me saying she knew about my, friend. Me and him had been spending a large amount of time together she was going to reveal that to the public and try to shame me. But I told her to go ahead, noone will care. But when she realised I wouldn't fold she threatened to kill my son. I moved him to an outer tower to protect him. But she still found a way. She wanted me to give her access to the library where the orb knowledge is kept. I couldn't. But, my son.... I don't know what to do... If Commander Darkflower sent you, maybe, maybe you can help.

[JNAProductions]

About a year ago, the woman with red hair, approached me saying she knew about my, friend. Me and him had been spending a large amount of time together she was going to reveal that to the public and try to shame me. But I told her to go ahead, noone will care. But when she realised I wouldn't fold she threatened to kill my son. I moved him to an outer tower to protect him. But she still found a way. She wanted me to give her access to the library where the orb knowledge is kept. I couldn't. But, my son.... I don't know what to do... If Commander Darkflower sent you, maybe, maybe you can help.

What can I do, sir?

[WilliamD40]

I don't know, the red haired woman won't stop harassing me. I can't give her the library access but she is taking everything from me. What should I do?

He takes another long draft from the rum, and coughs slamming his bottle on the table.

I don't know what to do.

[WilliamD40]

Xavior walks toward the stage watchin the amusing interaction between the Executioner and the Templari. Might there be anything I can help with in this chaos? Xavior asked as he nears the front of the stage.

A Templari approaches you and directs you to the group surrounding the executioner. They seem to be in charge you can ask them.

[MoonFlower]

Medicus seem to have taken care of the wounded. The Tenplari took the traitor's body. I don't know about everyone else, but I could use a drink and a bite. I'm sure a trip to the pub could lighten the mood a tad.

[JNAProductions]

I don't know, the red haired woman won't stop harassing me. I can't give her the library access but she is taking everything from me. What should I do?

He takes another long draft from the rum, and coughs slamming his bottle on the table.

I don't know what to do.

Umbra steps forward and wraps her arms around the Lord-Commander, hugging him close. I don't know. But I'll stand by you, okay? she says.

After a few moments, she releases him, and says My name is Umbra, by the way. Like I said, I'm with Darkflower. She... Well, she rescued me.

[dragonsabin]

Thanks. and xavior turns toward the group gathering. The pub sounds like a nice treat. First rounds on me. Xavior says with a slight bit of excitement.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria, severed head still tucked under her arm, turns towards the latest newcomer.
"...Do I know you?"
She turns back to Gwenhwyfar.
"Friend of yours?"

[Xhosant]

You feel the need to find the author of this book. Glancing at the title, it is Haris Demonbane. A well known author that is writing about you know who. He references scrolls in the library.

Fandus was feeling uncomfortable, like that writter was a real threat. Finishing his notes with half a mind, he leaves without a word. He felt a great need to check the refferenced scrolls.

[AvatarVecna]

Victoria, severed head still tucked under her arm, turns towards the latest newcomer.
"...Do I know you?"
She turns back to Gwenhwyfar.
"Friend of yours?"

"More of an associate, but close enough. Keeping busy, Xavior?" Gwen asked the gregarious bounty hunter.

[dragonsabin]

Hello Gwenhwyfar, work is keeping me busy. Just the way I like it. Xavior says as he turns to Victoria. We have not met, but we have kept each other busy over the years. I catch some of the fortunate souls that are honored to meet your lovely axe. he comments with a sly grin.I believe we were to meet here for a reason, but perhaps we should move this gathering to a more secluded location? You know, away from the prying eyes and ears of streets.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria nods. "Fine, bounty hunter. The usual place." She turns to the lanky Templari and commands, "You there. I'm putting you in command of the situation for now. I want the area cleared up by sundown, and all evidence secured. I will be escorting Lady Gwenhwyfar and her associates to their homes personally, then conducting some of my own investigation. Stay alert- we don't know if there's any more danger. If you find anything unusual, report it to me."
Victoria then offers her arm to Gwenhwyfar. "My lady. Shall we depart?"

[AvatarVecna]

Victoria nods. "Fine, bounty hunter. The usual place." She turns to the lanky Templari and commands, "You there. I'm putting you in command of the situation for now. I want the area cleared up by sundown, and all evidence secured. I will be escorting Lady Gwenhwyfar and her associates to their homes personally, then conducting some of my own investigation. Stay alert- we don't know if there's any more danger. If you find anything unusual, report it to me."
Victoria then offers her arm to Gwenhwyfar. "My lady. Shall we depart?"

Gwen takes the proffered arm with a smile. "We shall, Commander. Onward, friends," she calls to the rest of the group as they set off to the tavern.

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia stood in the crowd, looking as always like an angel of death. Her master, Myrkul, sent to to help take down this last bastion of goodness and purity in the world. He wanted the living to fear his name as Hestia's Scythe struck them down into the hells. He wanted the fear back.....his fear.

Of course, that wasn't the story she could have gotten inside the city with. Her story is that she was sent by Kelemvor, the Keeper of the Dead, to help tend to the souls of those that were killed in this senseless war. She helped people to rest, buried them herself sometimes, and helped them give last rights as they went to the other side. Of course, when no one was around, Hestia would place a hand on the chest of the dying person as they were saying their last prayer. She would lean in close and look them in the eyes, and whisper, "Myrkul sends his regards. You will see him in the afterlife and your soul shall never have absolution." She would then drain the life form them as they stared at her in terror. Fear of his name and his followers were of utmost importance to Myrkul.

People tended to stand away from Hestia, covered in black armor and armed with a Scythe that you could swear that glowed with a sickly green, but when you looked again it was just a normal weapon. So she stood there, in the crowd with people inching away, close to the stage so she could see the last bit of life drain from the young man's eyes. She stood, waiting for the moment.....watching a group of people on or near the stage be extra chummy. They talked, and talked, and talked......was interesting to see such a flippant group talking as they were on a day like today. She made a note of that.

Then an explosion sent cobble and stone flying everywhere....as well as people. A ghostly demonic face appeared and boomed a proclamation through the streets. Hestia smiled a small smirk and turned back to the Captain's face. With the distraction of the loud explosion and noise she can enjoy her moment. She sees the ax swing down and get caught by....the Captain. Hestia does not often get surprised....this did it. A body that looked like him was left in his place. Hestia did not honestly know what to do next.

The "close group" seemed to spring into action, helping those around them, one of which scurries off to follow the Lord Commander. Hestia watches all the commotion and starts to act like she is helping as well. Those that can be healed, she leaves to those with such inclinations. She starts to find those that cannot be helped. She takes out her fake Kelemvor symbol and starts to take those dying souls through their last rights. As the Medicus and people start to disperse, she helps drag the bodies of the dead into one central location. She starts to go to the bodies, one by one, and say prayers of safe passage for their souls.

She sees the seemingly friendly group start to depart and decides they interest her greatly. She finishes up her prayers and starts to walk behind them, following them to the tavern of their choosing and entering a little bit behind them, taking up a seat close...but not too close, to their own. She orders an ale and flips a gold to the bard of the tavern so that he will start to play.

Sorry this is so long....just playing catch-up. If anything needs to be changed, just let me know!

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen noted with a mixture of concern and pride that the stalker she'd noticed following them had, indeed, entered a few minutes after they had. They were good, she decided, but not quite good enough...although if they weren't a Consortium agent, it might pose a problem. Keeping an eye on the other acolyte, Gwen subtly got the attention of the only other member of their group paying any attention to their surroundings: Commander Darkflower. "One of your late guests?" she asked, keeping her voice and body language casual enough to escape others attention.

[WilliamD40]

Umbra steps forward and wraps her arms around the Lord-Commander, hugging him close. I don't know. But I'll stand by you, okay? she says.

After a few moments, she releases him, and says My name is Umbra, by the way. Like I said, I'm with Darkflower. She... Well, she rescued me.

Thank you, please take this..... He stumbles around looking for a key. This is the key she wanted so bad. I need your oath that you won't give it to her.

[WilliamD40]

Gwen noted with a mixture of concern and pride that the stalker she'd noticed following them had, indeed, entered a few minutes after they had. They were good, she decided, but not quite good enough...although if they weren't a Consortium agent, it might pose a problem. Keeping an eye on the other acolyte, Gwen subtly got the attention of the only other member of their group paying any attention to their surroundings: Commander Darkflower. "One of your late guests?" she asked, keeping her voice and body language casual enough to escape others attention.

The Pub, is very busy following the commotion. Many people , not ever experiencing a large attack on the city like that, looking for answers. Most commotion is centered around the fireplace. Where a woman with red hair in flowing white robes is leading a group of people through prayers and trying to offer answers.

At the bar some Templari are drinking. In their armor(uniform).

To Gwen: You don't believe anyone is watching you.

To Victoria: the Templari at the bar keep looking at you, you might think they are talking about you.

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower turned to the bard who had suddenly started up and called a request his way. It gave her the opportunity to glance at the person Gwyn was talking about.

I'm don't think so. I remember seeing her sit in front of the stage. If she were part of our meeting, she would have come to our booth originally. She looks ominous enough though. Let's see what she's about.

Darkflower waves down the bar wench and orders the formidable looking person a drink, winking as it arrives to her table.

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
The wench brings over a drink and points over to Darkflower, and the Commander winks. Hestia gives a slit smile and raises her glass up in thanks, gesturing if she should come over to the table that the Commander currently sits at.

[dragonsabin]

Please allow me get the first round. Xavior gives the serving girl 2 gold from his pocket, and offers everyone to order. In a hushed tone Xavior states The drinks would give us the reason to be here, and its the best ale in town. Xavior winks.:smallwink:

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower orders rabbit on a stick and ale before excusing herself from the group. Rather than inviting the stranger over without knowing which side she's on, she strides over to her table.

Hey, stranger, what did you think of the execution? Rattled you enough to need to come get a drink, eh?

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia pulls out a chair to the newcomer, offering her a seat. "Death is nothing but a normal part of life, so says Kelemvor. We should not fear it, but accept it as a part of life and celebrate in the fact our friend are no longer suffering. It does not affect me any more than anything else in this world, Commander Darkflower." Hestia looks over to her and lowers her voice considerably before continuing. "I was not sure if you would remember me, Commander. But we met about a month ago, when I first arrived. We had a mutual acquaintance that introduced us as comrades in arms. I have been keeping a low profile as of late.....and 'helping out' the cause where I am able." She looks into Darkflower's eyes, staring straight into them. Hestia's red colored eyes morph into that of a skull, and then back again,"My true god has sent me here to help. I hope you will have me under your command."

[MoonFlower]

Ah yes! I've met so many new faces today, I momentarily forgot yours! I hope you'll forgive my lapse in memory. Come join us, friend. The celebrations are only beginning.

Darkflower smiles knowingly and leads Hestia to the main table.
Everyone, I'd like to introduce Hestia Gravecall, an old commrad of mine. She's a unique sort of cleric - she helps the dying move on. Shall we have her?

[dragonsabin]

Welcome!Xavior raises his drink as salutation.

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia waves her hand, "Think nothing of it. It is no matter," and follows her to the table.

Hestia pulls up a chair and give a slight bow at the Commander's, "Thank you. I hope to put my talents to good use and help bolster our power here. Well met, all of you." She takes a sip of her ale, glancing around her at the bar patrons, then to the bard, and back to the table.

[WilliamD40]

When the food and drink arrives from the waitress, she seems nervous as she serves you food. As soon as the dishes are on the table. She leaves hastily. And goes into the back

[WilliamD40]

When the food and drink arrives from the waitress, she seems nervous as she serves you food. As soon as the dishes are on the table. She leaves hastily. And goes into the back

To Gwen and Darkflower: you notice something under Victoria's plate.

[AvatarVecna]

When the food and drink arrives from the waitress, she seems nervous as she serves you food. As soon as the dishes are on the table. She leaves hastily. And goes into the back

Gwen watches her retreat bemusedly. "Think shecs just nervous around high-ranking, armed military members, or think we should check pur food for anything extra that might've been added?"

[MoonFlower]

I don't know why she would mess with our food, but... Darkflower switches her plate with Victoria's and examines the object left under the plate...It can't hurt to check.

[WilliamD40]

As you switch the plates a note is left where Victoria's plate was. Written in what appears to be red ink. But upon further inspection it is written in blood.


You are all going to be assigned a new Agent, you will keep your old one for personal messages. I am the new agent. When your cat arrives along with "The Infectious One" I will reveal myself. Just know, I am here and we will begin work together soon.

-S

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen stared after the girl, puzzled, before focusing her attention on the piece of paper. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, she cast a quick spell to disguise whatever its true message was from prying eyes.

Took me a minute to figure out what you were talking about with "object under plate", until I saw that something had been posted in between my replying to the first DM post and my post actually coming up. Ninjas, man...

Anyway, I'm making an Insight check to try and get a read on the waitress, and I'm casting Illusory Script on the paper (with our group designated as able to read its actual message, with all others seeing an address, a name, and "look me up sometime XOXOX"). If possible, I'm trying to hide the casting of the spell from observers.

Insight: [roll0]
Stealth: [roll1]

[JNAProductions]

Thank you, please take this..... He stumbles around looking for a key. This is the key she wanted so bad. I need your oath that you won't give it to her.

You have my word, sir. She won't get her hands on it, Umbra says.

[WilliamD40]

You noticed on her wrist, a bracelet. This bracelet you saw one familiar on the red woman. You sense she could possibly be new to the cause. And part of the sect that act as agents and bridge the operators with the ones giving orders

[WilliamD40]

You have my word, sir. She won't get her hands on it, Umbra says.

The Lord Commander sits back down at the table. When he sits he takes another drink. And lays his head down passing out.

Where do you go now?

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia reads the note and nods, "Well....would seem we will be getting some more work soon.".

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower looks around the table. While we wait, I wouldn't mind getting to know my new commrads a little better. Lady Gwenhwyfar! How did you and Commander Victoria meet?

[JNAProductions]

The Lord Commander sits back down at the table. When he sits he takes another drink. And lays his head down passing out.

Where do you go now?

Umbra looks at the Commander, and begins to consider how best to murder him. After a few minutes of contemplation, though, she realizes that it's probably for the best not to, and heads back to the stadium where the execution took place, looking to meet up with Gwen and Darkflower.

[WilliamD40]

Umbra looks at the Commander, and begins to consider how best to murder him. After a few minutes of contemplation, though, she realizes that it's probably for the best not to, and heads back to the stadium where the execution took place, looking to meet up with Gwen and Darkflower.

As you return, to the scene, you look down an alley and see a woman in dark armor walking down a road at first you think it to be Victoria, but you notice she has a large scythe on her back. She appears to be following a group.
But, the group is to far away to see the members. It is about a 10 minute walk to catch up to where she is now.

[JNAProductions]

As you return, to the scene, you look down an alley and see a woman in dark armor walking down a road at first you think it to be Victoria, but you notice she has a large scythe on her back. She appears to be following a group.
But, the group is to far away to see the members. It is about a 10 minute walk to catch up to where she is now.

Umbra decides to follow.

[WilliamD40]

As you get closer. He suddenly goes into a bar. About 5-6 minutes later, you approach the door. But, as you do you hear a voice come from the back of the Pub. And a woman starts crying.

[Xhosant]

How's the scroll-research going? Or did Fandus bump onto something on the way?

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria scowls slightly. "Infectious One? What the hell's that supposed to mean? She sighs inwardly. So many people. How is she supposed to watch them all at once? She'll have to be doubly careful. "My liege. Before you eat- let's be sure no one's been adding any ingredients they shouldn't be." Victoria raises her hand and allows a pulse of energy to ripple across the table.
Cast Purify Food and Drink centred over the middle of the table, to catch as much of our meal as possible.

[AvatarVecna]

Victoria scowls slightly. "Infectious One? What the hell's that supposed to mean? She sighs inwardly. So many people. How is she supposed to watch them all at once? She'll have to be doubly careful. "My liege. Before you eat- let's be sure no one's been adding any ingredients they shouldn't be." Victoria raises her hand and allows a pulse of energy to ripple across the table.
Cast Purify Food and Drink centred over the middle of the table, to catch as much of our meal as possible.

Gwen gave her vassal a grateful smile. "Thank you, Victoria, you can't imagine how much that eases my concerns," she said,savoring a few bites of her meal.

[Professor Gnoll]

The corners of Victoria's mouth tug upwards. "Of course." She leans back in her chair a little."Did you happen to see my routine? I've been practising it for a while."

[AvatarVecna]

The corners of Victoria's mouth tug upwards. "Of course." She leans back in her chair a little. "Did you happen to see my routine? I've been practising it for a while."

Indeed I did. It was quite an impressive display...and I think the crowd certainly seemed to agree. Shame somebody had to steal the spotlight, though..." she trailed off, sipping delicately from her drink.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria shrugs a little. "Hm. True. Those Templari over there seem to be watching me.- are you sensing anything about them?"

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia looks over at the Templari and tries to gauge exactly what it is they are so interested in at the moment.

Insight - [roll0]

[AvatarVecna]

Darkflower looks around the table. While we wait, I wouldn't mind getting to know my new commrads a little better. Lady Gwenhwyfar! How did you and Commander Victoria meet?

Gwen smiled with a shrug. "I was going about my duties, when I came across a small group of Templari. Some of them were throwing around some rather...wild accusations against Commander Victoria without having anything other than baseless conjecture to back up their case...unfortunately, Victoria's more confrontational approach to argument wasn't really doing anything to persuade them otherwise. I stepped in, heard both sides cases, and was able to point out the inconsistencies in the stories. This satisfied the Templari that the supposed crimes were just the result of bad timing and unfortunate coincidence, and they went on their way."

"A short while afterward, I ran into a spot of bother with some ruffians who were interested in commandeering the weeks tithe to Bahamut from me, and they were unfortunately unwilling to listen to reason. Fortunately for me, what could not be argued with words was much more easily argued with Victoria's blade. A sort-of back-and-forth of this nature, with both of us helping the other out in a tight jam, continued for some time, and we eventually entered into a more official lady/vassal relationship."


Victoria shrugs a little. "Hm. True. Those Templari over there seem to be watching me.- are you sensing anything about them?"

Gwen glanced in the direction of the Templari (under the guise of seeking out a waitress) in an attempt to discern their motivations.

Well, I might not beat a 29, but I might, so here goes...

[roll0]

Luck be a lady tonight...

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria nods. "My blade is sworn to Lady Gwenhwyfar. Always."

[WilliamD40]

To Hestia: You believe them in awe of Commander Victoria, almost like little fan boys.

To Gwen: you think they are attracted to your Gwen.

[JNAProductions]

Umbra enters the bar, keeping her cloak up and her head down.

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen raises an eyebrow at the infactuated Templari, but says nothing; they couldn't really measure up to her standards.


Umbra enters the bar, keeping her cloak up and her head down.

Gwen catches the tibbit's eye before nodding in greeting.

[JNAProductions]

Gwen catches the tibbit's eye before nodding in greeting.

Seeing that, Umbra turns and heads for the group, taking a seat with them.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria glances over the group before her. "So, is this our team? Can't say I'm all that impressed, but..."

[AvatarVecna]

Seeing that, Umbra turns and heads for the group, taking a seat with them.

"How's the Commander doing?" Gwen asked, a touch of concern present in her voice.


Victoria glances over the group before her. "So, is this our team? Can't say I'm all that impressed, but..."

"I believe we're still waiting on one more."

[JNAProductions]

He's... Upset. He gave me this, though, Umbra says, stealthily showing the key she received. Said "she" shouldn't get her hands on it.

[Professor Gnoll]

He's... Upset. He gave me this, though, Umbra says, stealthily showing the key she received. Said "she" shouldn't get her hands on it.
"He's upset, you say? Now that is a vital bit of information. I never would have guessd it, myself. Looks like we've done well, getting you on board."

[JNAProductions]

"He's upset, you say? Now that is a vital bit of information. I never would have guessd it, myself. Looks like we've done well, getting you on board."

Umbra just rolls her eyes and pockets the key.

[Professor Gnoll]

Umbra just rolls her eyes and pockets the key.
"And he seemed so happy at his son's execution. Well, men like that, they do know how to mask their innermost feelings."

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia lets out a slight laugh, "It would seem you have some fans, Commander. They seem to be impressed by you.....quite a bit impressed."

[AvatarVecna]

He's... Upset. He gave me this, though, Umbra says, stealthily showing the key she received. Said "she" shouldn't get her hands on it.

"Did he describe this woman that can't be allowed to get the key?" Gwen asked, glancing around the table at the wide variety of women present.

[JNAProductions]

"And he seemed so happy at his son's execution. Well, men like that, they do know how to mask their innermost feelings."

Stuff it, you sod. What did you get done?


"Did he describe this woman that can't be allowed to get the key?" Gwen asked, glancing around the table at the wide variety of women present.

She's got red hair, I know that much.

[Professor Gnoll]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia lets out a slight laugh, "It would seem you have some fans, Commander. They seem to be impressed by you.....quite a bit impressed."
"Unsurprising, let's be honest. I'll give them my autograph later."

Stuff it, you sod. What did you get done?
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you through all the hair in your mouth. Might want to stop licking yourself before getting into an argument."

[AvatarVecna]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia lets out a slight laugh, "It would seem you have some fans, Commander. They seem to be impressed by you.....quite a bit impressed."

Gwen just sips her drink; the holy woman's failure to divine the true intentions of the Templari was not important enough to be worth correcting, especially since the motivation itself wasn't all that important...besides, Victoria's reaction to their "attentions" might be amusing (though not as amusing as if she thought they were lusting after her Lady).


She's got red hair, I know that much.

Gwen raised an eyebrow; that could be describing their previous contact. Hrm...

[JNAProductions]

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you through all the hair in your mouth. Might want to stop licking yourself before getting into an argument."

Retorting to cat insults? Pathetic.

[Professor Gnoll]

Retorting to cat insults? Pathetic.
"Do you see those soldiers over there? Do you want to guess who it is they're obsessing about? Go on, I'll give you three guesses."

[JNAProductions]

"Do you see those soldiers over there? Do you want to guess who it is they're obsessing about? Go on, I'll give you three guesses."

Oh, you have suitors! Well, aren't I just the worst then? Umbra laughs. Please. You think I care how many men want in your pants?

[Professor Gnoll]

Oh, you have suitors! Well, aren't I just the worst then? Umbra laughs. Please. You think I care how many men want in your pants?
"They don't want to bed me, cat. They're jealous of my fighting skill. A sensation you must be quite familiar with, given that the extend of your combat prowess is murdering helpless innocents who've never even seen a naked blade in their lives."

[JNAProductions]

"They don't want to bed me, cat. They're jealous of my fighting skill. A sensation you must be quite familiar with, given that the extend of your combat prowess is murdering helpless innocents who've never even seen a naked blade in their lives."

Fight me, then. See how tough you really are...

[Professor Gnoll]

Fight me, then. See how tough you really are...
"Oh? The cat wants a battle? I'd be happy to duel you, if only to spare you further verbal humiliation. Let's see how witty a kitty you are minus a head."

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen's hands slammed onto the table. "That's quite enough. We're going to be working together, and we each bring unique capabilities to the table. Fighting amongst ourselves isn't going to solve anything."

[JNAProductions]

Gwen's hands slammed onto the table. "That's quite enough. We're going to be working together, and we each bring unique capabilities to the table. Fighting amongst ourselves isn't going to solve anything."

Umbra sighs, but holds her hand out to Victoria. She's got a point. Truce?

[Professor Gnoll]

Gwen's hands slammed onto the table. "That's quite enough. We're going to be working together, and we each bring unique capabilities to the table. Fighting amongst ourselves isn't going to solve anything."
Victoria snaps to attention. "Of course, my liege. My apologies." She stares at the hand in front of her, then gingerly shakes it, before surreptitiously wiping her own hand on the tablecloth. "Truce."

[dragonsabin]

We need to cool this arguing! There is a time and place, and surely this is neither. Xavior states as a hint of anger shows through his calm demeanor. A chill can be felt emanating from Xavior that is not harmful, but an effect from losing his temper.

[Professor Gnoll]

We need to cool this arguing! There is a time and place, and surely this is neither. Xavior states as a hint of anger shows through his calm demeanor. A chill can be felt emanating from Xavior that is not harmful, but an effect from losing his temper.
Victoria glances at Xavior. "We got it the first time. But thanks." She stands up, pushing her chair away from the table. "Well, seeing as we're still waiting on our last guest, I'm going to talk to those Templari. See if I can get them to buy us drinks. Want to come along, cat?"

[JNAProductions]

Why not? she says, standing and following alongside Victoria.

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia just sits there, listening to the ego and bravado being sluing about the table. She has a large smile on her face, "This group is quite a bit more lively than the bodies I am used to dealing with." She takes another sip of her ale and lets out a slight chuckle.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria confidently strolls up to the Templari. "Off duty, hmm? Came to get some of the finest drinks in Ashai?" She casually leans on the bar as she speaks.

[WilliamD40]

The Templari are speechless, they begin to stutter, and one starts to pull out his sword. cu..cu...cu..could you etch this for me?

The other Templari all groan.

"You were supposed to wait until after we bought them drinks. You fool now she will never do it."


From the other end of the bar a Templari walks up, he is wearing a dark leather Hauberk with a silver sun sewn into the leather. You know this means he is a lieutenant at an outer tower. Probably on leave to relax after being there for months.

My men here don't know how to address an officer very well ma'am, would you please excuse them. We just are on a week's leave from our tower and were at the execution. This one here, In reference to the one who stuttered. Has been trying to practice your routine you did at the execution in the barracks. Almost killed someone he isn't allowed to use axes anymore. I am Lieutenant Jackson, Executive Officer at tower 435

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria laughs. "Not to worry. We all start from somewhere, eh? Though some lower than others. It's fine, I'll etch your sword for you. I'll also take those drinks, though. Make it something strong, hmm? Victoria draws her dagger and uses it to carefully etch her name into the sword's blade. She gives it a few swings, tests the weight. "Good steel you got here, boy. Keep it clean, hmm?"

[WilliamD40]

mind if I join you guys? I feel that we may see a lot of each other soon.
The Lieutenant is maintaining hard eye contact with Victoria.

[JNAProductions]

mind if I join you guys? I feel that we may see a lot of each other soon.
The Lieutenant is maintaining hard eye contact with Victoria.

Why's that, Jackson?[/B]800080"] Umbra asks.

[Professor Gnoll]

"Depends. You invited to the party?" Turning away from him, she brandishes the sword. "One second." Raising her voice to address the Templari, she shouts, "This is the only sword I'm etching today! So the first one strong enough to pull it out gets to keep it!" She then drives the sword as deep as possible into the wooden bar with all of her prodigious strength. Smirking, she turns back to the Lieutenant. "That should keep them busy. So I ask again- are you invited to the party?"

[WilliamD40]

He reaches a hand out to shake hands with you. You feel a dark presence try to touch your mind as he extends his hand I know who Commander Victoria is, but who are you? I couldn't help notice you two were arguing earlier. Is he bothering you Ma'am?

[JNAProductions]

He reaches a hand out to shake hands with you. You feel a dark presence try to touch your mind as he extends his hand I know who Commander Victoria is, but who are you? I couldn't help notice you two were arguing earlier. Is he bothering you Ma'am?

I'm Umbra, and I'm a woman, thank you very much, Umbra says.

[Professor Gnoll]

He reaches a hand out to shake hands with you. You feel a dark presence try to touch your mind as he extends his hand I know who Commander Victoria is, but who are you? I couldn't help notice you two were arguing earlier. Is he bothering you Ma'am?
Keep in mind, my ring protects me from brain bad-touches.
"It was nothing. We were just discussing our choices in pets. It got a little heated, is all."

[WilliamD40]

How's the scroll-research going? Or did Fandus bump onto something on the way?

As you left the scene walking directly to the authors house, you suddenly return to yourself. Not knowing what just happened. But you remember the book in your bag. And just before that, the group of people you were standing with mentioned something about food and drinks.

[WilliamD40]

I'm Umbra, and I'm a woman, thank you very much, Umbra says.


Keep in mind, my ring protects me from brain bad-touches.
"It was nothing. We were just discussing our choices in pets. It got a little heated, is all."

Well, Umbra isn't that a lovely name. the drinks return next to the new bar decoration. With several clamouring for it. The corporal trying desperately to get his sword back. I believe I have an invitation and that you guys actually have it.

[Professor Gnoll]

Well, Umbra isn't that a lovely name.[/B] the drinks return next to the new bar decoration. With several clamouring for it. The corporal trying desperately to get his sword back. I believe I have an invitation and that you guys actually have it.
"Oh? Well then you'd best come and get it back. Join us at our table, just over here. I'm afraid that seat there is reserved for out mystery guest, so you'll have to stand." Victoria moves back to the table and motions at the lieutenant to Gwen. "We have another guest. Perhaps you know him?"

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia cannot help herself. She normally doesn't make a show of herself, but this moment is just too good. She sets her ale down and walks over to the bar right in front of the sword. She places both hands on it and yanks it up as hard as she can, hoping to dislodge it in front of all the boys.

Strength check, if needed [roll0], but I am hoping that I will pass it for sheer hilarity of seeing the newbie recruits have a woman pull it out of the bar before they can :smallbiggrin:

[AvatarVecna]

Gwen nods. "Lieutenant Jackson, a pleasure to see you. What brings you so far from your tower? She waves off Victoria's concerns over seating. "By all means, pull up a chair; wouldn't want to make you stand when the person we're waiting on has yet to arrive."

"So...keeping busy Lieutenant? I hear guard duty can be murder this time of year...epsecially given all this nasty business of late."

[WilliamD40]

Thank you, but I can't stay long. Please wait for your friends even the sickly one, but you need toIn an extremely hushed tones so that only the members at the table can hear.kill the red haired woman that met you. She is a spy in the organization, and can't know we are on to her. Back to a normal tone.I am on leave and return to my tower in 3 days. Maybe you should come visit me out there. See what life on the wall is like, it is indeed very boring but, occasionally we have a sortie, and it is quite fun.

[JNAProductions]

Ger-bluh, Umbra lets out, then whispers to the others. See, this is why I hate working like this! Go here, do this, get no explanations! Is he the spy? Is she? Are we?

[WilliamD40]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia cannot help herself. She normally doesn't make a show of herself, but this moment is just too good. She sets her ale down and walks over to the bar right in front of the sword. She places both hands on it and yanks it up as hard as she can, hoping to dislodge it in front of all the boys.

Strength check, if needed [roll0], but I am hoping that I will pass it for sheer hilarity of seeing the newbie recruits have a woman pull it out of the bar before they can :smallbiggrin:

As you pull the sword out, you realise that the corporal is very sad, having been on an emotional rollercoaster, offers you 20g for the sword back saying Please, it's all I have."

[Professor Gnoll]

Ger-bluh, Umbra lets out, then whispers to the others. See, this is why I hate working like this! Go here, do this, get no explanations! Is he the spy? Is she? Are we?
Victoria hesitates for a second. "I think he's saying that the red headed woman is a double agent? Or may she's a single agent, and he's out of the loop? Or they're both triple agents, playing us off against eachother?

[JNAProductions]

Victoria hesitates for a second. "I think he's saying that the red headed woman is a double agent? Or may she's a single agent, and he's out of the loop? Or they're both triple agents, playing us off against eachother?

Look-here's what I say. We've got a group here-we know we're on the same side. So, screw all that noise, we go for the big goal itself-Bahamut's Light. We infiltrate our way in and destroy it! Who cares if we have traitors when they'll have an army of devils at their door?

[Professor Gnoll]

Look-here's what I say. We've got a group here-we know we're on the same side. So, screw all that noise, we go for the big goal itself-Bahamut's Light. We infiltrate our way in and destroy it! Who cares if we have traitors when they'll have an army of devils at their door?
"Maybe we should ask Gwen? She usually knows what's going on."

[Irish Musician]

As you pull the sword out, you realise that the corporal is very sad, having been on an emotional rollercoaster, offers you 20g for the sword back saying Please, it's all I have."

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia holds the sword, it gleaming in the torch light of the tavern. She looks over all the soldiers nearby, meeting their gaze one by one. She then saunters up to the corporal and leans in closely to him and says softly yet loud enough for his fellow comrades to hear, "Keep your money, boy. But remember this day. The day a woman pulled a sword from the bar that you couldn't." She then sinks the sword back into the bar with all her might, in a different part, leaving the poor kid to have to pull it out all over again.

She then walks back to the table and sits, picking up her ale, "Ah! A new comer like myself," then takes another sip.

[JNAProductions]

"Maybe we should ask Gwen? She usually knows what's going on."

Agreed. Gwen's a smarty-pants, Umbra says in a normal conversational tone.

[WilliamD40]

The Lieutenant, taken back. LA Sombra will about this. And storms away

[AvatarVecna]

The Lieutenant, taken back. LA Sombra will about this. And storms away

"I'm afraid that's not an option at this point," Gwen responds coolly. Addressing Victoria in a low tone of voice, she continued: "Commander Victoria, I have significant reason to believe Lieutenant Jackson is a member of the Consortium; would you please detain him for questioning, that we may bring light to subject?"

Yeah, I'm about to have a field day with this dude...and the rest of you, to a lesser degree.

[Irish Musician]

Hestia Gravecall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=780268), Death Cleric of Myrkul
Hestia, taking Gwen's lead, waves a hand and the door to the tavern slams shut. She places a hand on her scythe, "I believe you have been invited to sit back down, Lieutenant. Perhaps it is in your best interest to listen to a superior officer."

Thaumaturgy to close the door

[WilliamD40]

The Lieutenant begins to run away.
Roll initiative please

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]

Umbra grins, and when she sees an opening, breathes a gout of radiant energy onto the Lieutenant.

[roll1] Radiant damage, or half on a successful DC 17 Dexterity saving throw. His saving throw (unmodified) [roll2]

[dragonsabin]

[roll0]
[roll1] attack
[roll2] damage on hit target is slowed.

Not so fast traitor!

[Xhosant]

Fandus apparently had decided that a visit to the book's writer could wait. He did have to coordinate with the cell, after all.

So, he recalled mention of food and drink. If he were to find them again, a tavern would be the place?

...but which one? He had spent plenty of time checking taverns, and as he was gonna enter a new one... the door slammed shut in front of him!

Initiative: [roll0]

[WilliamD40]

Combat: players turn, begin.

If you wish to keep your previous mentioned action, you may, if not you may disregard and choose what you do now on your turn.

[JNAProductions]

[roll0]

Umbra grins, and when she sees an opening, breathes a gout of radiant energy onto the Lieutenant.

[roll1] Radiant damage, or half on a successful DC 17 Dexterity saving throw. His saving throw (unmodified) [roll2]

Keeping my action from before.

[WilliamD40]

Combat: players turn, begin.

If you wish to keep your previous mentioned action, you may, if not you may disregard and choose what you do now on your turn.


Hestia-12
Gwen-20
Umbra-8(first btwn her and Vicky)
Lt-6
Darkflower-11
Victoria-8
Xavior-25
Fandus-14

Initiative order

[Xhosant]

Initiative order

Ordering that, assuming you actually want it ordered :P

Xavior-25
Gwen-20
Fandus-14
Hestia-12
Darkflower-11
Victoria/Umbra-8
Lt-6

[AvatarVecna]

Before anybody did anything rash, Gwen decided to try and make the Lieutenant more...reasonable. "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot Lieutenant. If you'll join us all in a more private location, we can discuss what just happened like mature, reasonable people. What do you say?"

Gwen casts "Charm Person" on the Lieutenant. Please make a Wisdom save.

[WilliamD40]

Before anybody did anything rash, Gwen decided to try and make the Lieutenant more...reasonable. "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot Lieutenant. If you'll join us all in a more private location, we can discuss what just happened like mature, reasonable people. What do you say?"

Gwen casts "Charm Person" on the Lieutenant. Please make a Wisdom save.

Save coming up
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[WilliamD40]

Keeping my action from before.

Reflex save.
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[MoonFlower]

Loud enough for any patrons who might have heard the name La Sombra to hear, Sir, it seems you haven't communicated your intentions very well. We're all worried about La Sombra and her horrid Consortium, but there's no need to concern those here who are trying to enjoy some fine ale. Come sit down, speak plainly and we will converse as professionals.[roll0]

[WilliamD40]

The Lt is hit by the radiant light, but it does not appear to harm him much.

[dragonsabin]

Xavior sends his mage hand out in front of Lt Jackson's path, and with a practiced flick the pocket hole being held opens up wide. The magic hand holds onto the far end waiting for the prey to enter the trap.

[WilliamD40]

Xavior sends his mage hand out in front of Lt Jackson's path, and with a practiced flick the pocket hole being held opens up wide. The magic hand holds onto the far end waiting for the prey to enter the trap.

Reflex save to avoid falling in hole[roll0]

[WilliamD40]

The Lt. While running does not see the hole while running and slips into the hole trying to grab something, he misses and falls into the hole.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria strolls up to the Portable Hole and folds it up, trapping the Lieutenant inside. She pockets the black handkerchief and turns to the nearby Templari. "Hmm. Seems our good lieutenant thought we'd make for good members of his little clique of traitors. I'll be taking him off for questioning. Enjoy your drinks."
With that she heads out the door, ignoring the confusion behind her.

[JNAProductions]

Umbra travels silently alongside Victoria, sticking to shadows and avoiding anyone's gaze.

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[roll1]

Disadvantage on trying to spot me, thanks to my Cloak and Boots.

[AvatarVecna]

Victoria strolls up to the Portable Hole and folds it up, trapping the Lieutenant inside. She pockets the black handkerchief and turns to the nearby Templari. "Hmm. Seems our good lieutenant thought we'd make for good members of his little clique of traitors. I'll be taking him off for questioning. Enjoy your drinks."
With that she heads out the door, ignoring the confusion behind her.

Gwen hesitates just long enough to see Umbra depart, then turns to Darkflower. "Commander, I must admit a touch of worry for my vassal's safety interrogating a potential demon sympathizer alone. If it's not too much bother, would you accompany the two of us, to ease my troubled mind?"

Come on, I'll even make a persuasion check! :smallwink:

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EDIT: Well, it's not a bad roll, but the dice are hating me tonight...

[MoonFlower]

Darkflower looks broken-heartedly at the rabbit Victoria left untouched and the almost full pint of ale left on the table.

If it's for a good cause. I'm sure I could be of assistance. But, I must ask...will there food?

[WilliamD40]

As Victoria leaves she bumps into a little Historian that was outside the door trying to get in.

[AvatarVecna]

Darkflower looks broken-heartedly at the rabbit Victoria left untouched and the almost full pint of ale left on the table.

If it's for a good cause. I'm sure I could be of assistance. But, I must ask...will there food?

Gwen smiled. "Feel free to take some rabbit with you; I'll make sure we all get full to bursting later tonight."

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria raises an eyebrow as she bumps into him.
"...Do I know you?" She shakes her head slightly. "Out of the way. Official Templari business."

[Xhosant]

The Historian, too, looks troubled. Did she look familiar? Wait, of course she did!

"Uh, kind-of. I was late to, uh, to the booth this morning."

He tries to reach out to her mind as he says that, where prying ears won't hear them.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria frowns, and deactivates her ring's mental barrier from telepathy.

[MoonFlower]

Gwen smiled. "Feel free to take some rabbit with you; I'll make sure we all get full to bursting later tonight."

Oh thank Solas. Darkflower chugs her pint almost astoundingly quick and grabs the three sticks of rabbit, happily munching as she and Gwen depart after Victoria. There, the meek historian who just missed the explosion was stuttering to Victoria.

Hello again. Fandus, correct? You may want to join us. A particularly interesting, mostly verbal exchange is going to occur soon between Commander Victoria and a Lieutenant.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria sighs. Why does everyone always seem to know what's going on except for her? "Mostly verbal. But other things may be involved."

[WilliamD40]

As Victoria leaves the pub, she notices, a sickly man at the end of the road on a corner across from her house.

[Xhosant]

"Oh? That sounds like something I ought record! I will be joining you, if I may!"

“Though I apreciate your trust, defending one's mind is a rare gift, and it'd be wise to never lower it"

With that, Fandus follows.

[Professor Gnoll]

Victoria continues to walk down the street, studiously ignoring the sick man. She decides to head towards the church catacombs. She mentally responds to the warning- "I used to think so too. But then several random people managed to pierce the ring's barrier anyway, so at this point I can't bring myself to care."

[dragonsabin]

Xavior makes to head for the bathroom, and sneaks out a back door to meet up with the group.

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