Order in the Shadow of a Dragon's Wing (IC) [Archive]

thelastorphan

2018-01-06, 02:31 PM

Garrick awoke in the tent he had erected for himself. Even having been Renault for some time, he still felt more comfortable sleeping outdoors. The earth beneath his back and the stars in his vision. It was the way people had lived long before we ever knew how to build houses and city walls. Such things were useful, protecting the weak from the elements, but it made some people soft.

Still woozy from his drink the night before and the thrill of the hunt he had been on. The remnants of his fire still and cool beside him. He stood up and packed his things. Finishing what was left of the half charred meat he had cooked the night before and washing it done with a bit of cheap ale. The one thing Garrick adored about larger settlements was alcohol.

He quickly offered a word of thanks to Gozreh and Erastil for a successful hunt and clear day. The doomsday priest in the square had been worrying him but for the most part he shied away from such ramblings. Gozreh was not malicious, at least Garrick hoped she wasn't.

He preened his feathers a bit, picking at them to clear out any debris and broken pieces. When done he headed into the heart of town beginning his search for work anew. Each day he wandered about and checked the taverns and guard posts. He had begun to earn a reputation as a hunter of some skill and had rid a few farms of pests and alleys of criminals. He had made friends with a handful of barkeeps and they passed long rumors to him. Some of the farmers had gotten used to him. When you ask for little payment other than to keep the body of the animal and mere silvers for drink and food people seem eager to use your services. One barkeep had told Garrick he was under charging dearly for such dangerous work. The hunt was enough payment, he had said. Only when bringing in people did Garrick ask for anything significant, they were much more dangerous than any animal.

This morning seemed a bit slow so Garrick decided to wander the camps, another of his favorite activities, to see if anyone would recognize him, or if he would recognize anyone. It had been more than half a year since Garrick had heard any news about his home, other than a heavy fall Black Snow and a silent forest. He always kept an ear out for anyone possibly headed that way. Or coming from there to find news of his Circle. So far there had been nothing.

Garrick spent the morning like most mornings, wandering and looking for news and work. His walks were calming.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-06, 04:57 PM

Catin
The city seems relatively calm, or as calm as it can be with so many impromptu inhabitants. Your mount is pestered by the large amount of smoke rising from the refugee camps, filling the air lightly like a distant forest fire. From high above you can see people milling about in Abadar's market, conducting the daily trade that keeps the city moving forward, day by day. It seems as though a rowdy protest has formed in the center of the market, however, with a crowd of armed figures causing some hubbub that has formed a large crowd around it, with shouts and oaths rising up loud enough for even you to hear- WE ARE PEOPLE TOO, and MY SKIN DOESN'T MAKE ME EVIL chants fill the square, alongside jeering from the assembled crowd of locals. With your trained eyes you can see the protest appears to be a gathering of the residents of Monster Town, which is unusual. They normally keep to themselves, and rarely travel inside the city limits.

Garrick
The dissaray of the camps has become home to you by now (if not a comfortable one), and the sea of people carousing, drinking, bartering, gambling, and trying to live a semblance of a normal life has become a backdrop for you. A crowd of children races by, swarming around you like a school of fish, shouting "Birdie!" "Feather flocker!" and occasionally nastier comments that don't seem appropriate for their age. Your daily travels bring you by a makeshift bar that has been set up by the church of Cayden Cailene to help bring some joy to the down and out refugees. The bartender serves all comers, with cheap ales and wines. Nothing to write home about, but the price more than makes up for the lack of quality. They even have a bored looking human wizard constantly casting spells to keep the drinks cold. The bar is full currently, but while passing by you see a flyer tacked to the wooden frame supporting a sign (Cheap Drinks and Good Company, Compliments of the God of Drink!). It states that any skilled individuals, either in trade or war, should meet at the town office tomorrow for a discussion with the Marshall on how to handle "the trials of our new and burgeoning community". It also promises pay according to the services that are rendered.

Brewer

2018-01-06, 10:11 PM

Rakut

Awareness came abruptly to the dozing hobgoblin. The growing commotion of the dawning day had little to do with it - a mental summons from his dark companion served to rouse him from slumber. The first task was to take stock of his surroundings. Nestled within the sprawl of his great riding beast, the hobgoblin - Rakut, by name - was practically entrenched in a defensive bulwark of lizard flesh, and could calmly survey the lay-out before him. The shadowy blot circling high above him, his darkling raven, provided another set of eyes to spy out any threat. Once he was confident there were no knives at his throat or back, Rakut stirred from his repose. His weapons - a short, close-quarters blade, and his long, two-tined shortspear - were always at hand, even in sleep, but he retrieved his few meager possessions from the small hollow he had dug into the ground and slept upon.

Once he had equipped himself for the day, Rakut ate the last of his rations and drained his waterskin. He had traveled light to begin with, and had used up the last of his stores on the approach to Renault. He hoped he would be able to forage enough to sustain himself, but rumor had it that game was becoming ever more scarce. He had a small reserve of coin, the last of his funds, tucked away in the bottom of his mount's feedbags, but that would not last long, should the throng of Renault grow much larger. But that was a worry for later. Today, Rakut was planning to appeal to his kin in the so-called Monster Town. He had heard upon his arrival that there was a sizable contingent out beyond the forest. He had little hope of any true help there - blood feuds ran long and deep among his kind - but at the very least he thought he could gain information. The Black Snow, the factions in and around Renault, the mood of the Marshall... There was much to learn in this raucous sanctuary.

Rakut mounted up on his great riding lizard, thought a mental command to his dark companion, and set off to make his way across the camps. Between his own stern presence, and his great beast's ambling gait and exotic appearance, Rakut knew he left quit a stir in his wake. The hobgoblin had seen much in his travels, and his travails showed in his demeanor. Rakut was beyond world-weary; he was resigned to the ultimate demise of his kin, that he expected would be in spite of anything he could do. Still, he would run this race to the bitter end. Though his shoulders slouched under the burden of his losses, and weariness was etched on his features, his eyes burned with purpose, and resolve, and his fierce glare served to scatter most who might think to accost him or try to distract him from his goal.

In case it wasn't clear, Rakut's plans include:
utilizing Survival and/or Knowledge (local) to supply himself
use Diplomacy, Intimidate, and/or Knowledge (local) to gain info
use his dark companion to scout/reconnoiter
generally not take any crap from any NPC

Kekmaster

2018-01-06, 10:25 PM

Guard duty... Another routine day. As Kelsenel was striding through the city streets towards the market with his fellow guardsman to change the other pair, he constantly tried to remind himself that with the recent influx of population, the concept of "routine day" was rapidly becoming nothing more than the dusty relic of the past. Raymond, his today's partner for the guard duty, rapidly balding man with rough facial features, is in early forties, but still very quick in his reflexes, was one of the very few whom the young half-elf could call... no, not a friend, but, probably, an acquaintance, for the lack of better word. Unlike his father, Kelsenel was rather terrible at socializing - he never caroused with his fellow guardsmen and preferred to spend his free time in solitude. Although considered a tad freakish, he was never looked down upon, as he has proven to be more than capable.
— Alright, lad, here we are again,— when the other two guardsman left and Raymond and Kelsenel took their places near the southern entrance to the market, the man gave his younger comrade a friendly pat on the back, — Just as always - i trust yer those pointy-eared eyes of yours to watch out for thieves, thugs, ruffians and other scum, and you trust me legs chasing them. I may be twice yer years old, but i still could outrun you even without all that creaky suit of armor of yers! Bwa-ha-ha!
Kelsenel smiled with the corners of his lips. He would readily bet on that "without creaky suit of armor part", but right now Raymond, who was wearing not a suit of full plate and a long polearm, but a regular issue chain shirt and a swift scimitar, was clearly better at chasing. In fact, the only similar trait about those two men were their cloaks, bearing the signs of Renault's watch.
Kelsenel winked, touching one of his prepared for throwing pilums, which caused another burst of roaring laughter from Raymond.
—Oh, come on, kid! We both know, that 'efore you get that pointy stick ready, the thief would be already selling the stuff to the nearest fence! Bwa-ha-ha!
The "kid" smirked, nodding, turning his full attention to their direct responsibility, namely watching the market, leaving Raymond to muttering some bawdy tune under his nose. The start of the day wasn't half-bad... But Kelsenel had serious doubts that this serenity will last long.

The first couple of hours went smoothly, in a usual rhythm of trade, of buying, selling and bartering. But then came a sudden, rapid(at least for him), subtle change. The cries of traders, advertising their goods, were now the shouts of strife, conflict... and, maybe, even of coming bloodshed. And Kelsenel didn't know, which frightened him most - the nature of the change, or its subtlety.
— Tsk-tsk... That isn't even half-good, lad, — Raymond seemed to be very comfortable playing the role of the master of the obvious. Kelsenel quickly eyed the whole situation, and, after a few heartbeats, finally said:
— Get back to barracks. Inform the superiors. We need reinforcements on the market. If we want to keep at least some semblance of the order and prevent utter bloodshed, we will need every damn guardsman right here.
Raymond shaked his head, responding in a suddenly serious tone, devoid of all his previous mirth:
— Right. Take care of yourself, lad — and walked away in a very fast pace heading to the city watch HQ.
Kelsenel didn't even look at him, just nodded, his full attention belonging to the situation unfolding before him. The situation which was quite unusual, but, to be honest, not that unexpected. His eyes were searching the crowd and the armed figures, looking for potential organizers of this ruckus, at the same time casting a desperate look on positions of other guardsmen, while his mind tried to recollect the nearest past in an attempt to understand, how it all began, and piece it all together. If not for the gloves, nearby watchers could see the whitened knuckles of a young half-elf, tightly gripping his fauchard in one hand, and a wooden shield in another.

thelastorphan

2018-01-07, 12:12 AM

Garrick removes the posting and looks it over. Stuffing it in his bag and buying a bottle of cheap wine and some day old bread. Eyeing the barkeep.Anything new in the camps today? Or anywhere in town?

Taking a small bite from the bread and finding it suitable he buys another and tucks it away. He still had some bones to clean and maybe try and sell to some of the bead workers and basket weavers. Maybe some of the tribals in monster town.

The skin of the wolf he had slain could be sold to the tanner. For that he would have to head into the market. More people gave him funny looks there, but the coin and drink were much better.

Waiting just long enough for the days rumors Garrick finished his bread and had a few mouthfuls of wine before heading back out the door and towards the square. When he heard the racket he slowed down and watched from a distance.

I doubt this will end well. He said aloud. Not caring who hears him.

CasualViking

2018-01-07, 12:19 AM

"Let's check it out, girl. See if anyone is pulling strings here." Catin says, and Flappywings flies a few lazy circles around the market. Not for the first time, Catin considers the need for a fear gas or other non-lethal crowd control weapon.

Perception check to spot any instigators or other signs of dastardly plans: [roll0] (+3 for opposed rolls), knowledge: local to make sense of it [roll1]. Perception and knowledge: local for Flappywings: [roll2], [roll3].

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-07, 12:46 AM

Rakut

Searching the outlying area for food has become harder and harder over the last few weeks, and it quickly become obvious that unless Rakut is willing to eat insects he won't find a decent meal from nature. It is much easier to find what you want from the various shops that have been set up in the Camps or from the market of Abadar in town, assuming you can find one open minded enough to sell to a hobgoblin. Monster Town and the hobgoblin fort are remarkably empty, and it doesn't take long to figure out from word of mouth that many of the inhabitants have entered the center of town for a rally of sorts Prices have risen about 10% from last week as merchants have begun to adjust their prices to the massive influx of refugees spending gold, but after some searching you find a few places willing to sell you basic supplies, even including one that doesn't call you a freak under his breath, serving you with a smile instead. Other than that most refugees and townsfolk give you a wide berth Your raven returns to you, letting out a loud squawk and relaying to you mentally that the local hobgoblins may be in trouble in the center of the market. It's eyes flash with the prospect of greater sorrow and ill tidings that may be to come, causing the merchant to expedite the sale in a hurry.

Catin, Garrick, And Kelsenel
If you cut us, we bleed, and if you refuse to sell things to us, we will STARVE. Just today, my friend here wanted to trade a perfectly good silver for some meat, and was REFUSED by a local, who spit on the amulet and called him a monster! WHERE IS THE DRAGON LORD'S JUSTICE WE WERE PROMISED WHEN WE SIGNED THE ACCORDS? It isn't hard to spot the ringleader of the protest- a handsome tiefling with sharp teeth, legs bending back into hoofs, and a tail swishing back and forth in a fervor is surrounded by a ring of armed hobgoblins, goblins, and a few orcs. The "friend" he is referring to is a hunched, aging minotaur, who holds a large, rough silver pendent in the air and bellows when the tiefling makes his proclamation, causing the crowd to reel backward in a moment of instinctual fear before reeling right back and shouting curses at the rabblerouser. The wall of muscle is armed with real steel, but seems remarkably disciplined, simply keeping the crowd back from the fountain that has become a stage for the tiefling who holds some sort of leadership role in the Monster Town community. Catin and Kelsenel both know him to be a mysterious figure who has been seen all over Monster Town making friends and making deals, but little else is known about the ring leader. The crowd of locals is becoming more brazen, and a single tomato flies through the air and splats against he minotaur's abs, raising a hail of cheers and jeers from the counter protesters. A few of the city guard try to push their way through the crowd, but they seem unwilling to use force and possibly set flame to the tinder of the situation.

CasualViking

2018-01-07, 01:12 AM

"Not much I can do about this mob", Catin thinks to himself. "But let's see what tall, dark and hornsome is up to".

Captain Flappywings perches on the edge of a roof, fixing the ringleader with her black eyes.

Notes: Catin's work name is "Inspector Firomb", and crowd control is really not his forte. He is supposed to check in with the guard commander in the morning, but this riot seems important and is right on the way.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-07, 09:12 AM

Tuari rose, as he did each morning, a bit before dawn, pulling himself out of the small lean-to erected against a large oak tree in what had been the outskirts of Renault just a week or so ago. Now it was in the middle of the tent city that had erupted. He began by practicing his forms in the silence of the pre-dawn, finishing just as the rustling of fowl and humanoid alike began with the breaking of the day. The silence of the night helped focus his mind, and the forms were carefully crafted to help his day begin prepared for the rigors of labor. From inside the shanty he washed himself as best he could from the remainder of his waterskin, gave his sleeves a quick tug (choosing a simple brown tunic to go about his day) and loaded his belongings onto his back with a practiced ease.

The morning had passed quickly; it seemed that though everyone had a similar tale, nobody could be of any help in ascertaining the cause of the Black Snow, or what to do about it. It was time for the midday meal, and Tuari had found a favored merchant selling local vegetables -- though the pickings had become rather slim these past few days. It was then that his ears caught a commotion from the center of the market. Tuari edged through the crowd. Perhaps this man would have information which could prove useful?

No, apparently not, though his grievances seemed reasonable. Tuari nodded along silently, surprised by the crowd's reaction and most of all at the projectile flying at the minotaur. It was clear that things were unlikely to get better, though the minotaur seemed to be handling it well enough for now.

"May I be allowed through to speak to them?" he calmly asked one of the nearby guardsmen, with a nod toward the tiefling and his group. "I wish them no harm. Perhaps my presence will deter the townspeople from injuring one more like themselves."

Kekmaster

2018-01-07, 01:03 PM

As Kelsenel was assessing the situation, the words of the tiefling echoed in his head. And his own doubts rose in his own mind. Whose fault was all this? These refugees' miserable conditions. The Black Snow. Dragons', whose Marshall rules Renault? But even if yes, this was not the answer! If the new monster inhabitants wanted to change their living conditions in Renault, they had to go to the authorities, and not cause ruckus on the market square, where toiled ordinary, innocent people. Besides, never before have they been so bold... Remembering the fact that this strange tiefling, who seemed to be in charge, has been spotted in Monster Town, making all sorts of deals and arrangements, but for what? Looking again at the chain of armed monstrous humanoids, separating the tiefling and his friend from the crowd, the half-elf understood for what. This wasn't a mutiny or a revolt... yet. Kelsenel had serious suspicions, that this tiefling was simply probing the battlefield. For now he hasn't ordered his armed companions to answer with steel to the thrown tomato, merely continuing speaking, it seemed as he almost encouraged the crowd, provoked it. And the crowd was on edge. A single spark...
With a quiet growl he headed towards the other guardsmen, hoping that they have at something that looks like a plan how to restore order, and hoping he could be of use. When he was going to ask the watchmen what are we going to do, another man in a simple brown tunic approached, asking the permission to negotiate with monstroids. Kelsenel stared at him in desbelief for a couple of seconds, before saying:
— I'm afraid nothing good is going to come out of this. Maybe they indeed have good hearts and kind intentions and simply want to make their life better. But their bestial nature can't stay leashed forever. How long can they tolerate insults? We need more men to separate them from the crowd, prevent bloodshed, and safely escort them back to the Monster Town, — Kelsenel looked around, hoping that nearby there was a lieutenant or at least a sergeant of the guard. Hopefully, they had some answers, or, at least, a course of action.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-07, 08:59 PM

Catin, Garrick, Tuari, And Kelsenel

The city guard do start to arrive in force, and Kelsenel can see them setting up a formation to press their way into the crowd to try to disperse things. A shieldwall is put up, and they begin to slowly make their way forward, an officer shouting to clear the way. Their progress is slow, but inexorable, as gently as possible sweeping away resistance from townsfolk. By the looks of things, this gentle approach is going to mean it will take several minutes for them to make it to the fountain and try to break things up. The boiling point may be reached before that can happen.

And so it does, just as another guard moves to escort Tuari back from the line of goblinoids and orcs. A human from the crowd, who Catin recognizes as a priest of Cayden Cailene, stands tall and shouts "Back to the wilds with you, MONSTERS!". He hurls a dagger with uncanny accuracy, and the world seems to slow down for a moment as it tumbles through the air. It doesn't have much effect, but it does leave a gash across the chest of the minotaur, who unleashes a howl tinged with pain, shaking his grey furred face and lowering his horns as though to charge. Catin watches the tiefling's eyes, which flash red as he hurriedly rushes to the minotaur's side and whispers to him. It seems to calm the beast down, at least for the moment, but the crowd begins to go wild, hurling whatever is on hand and the fountain and the wall of monsters in front of it. One of the goblins moves forward, brandishing a spear, but a hobgoblin lashes out with his sword and cuts it off at the tip. It's impossible to make out what he shouts at the smaller goblin in their own tongue, as it is quickly drowned out by the tiefling's voice, who seems to be using magic amplification. Stand firm, my comrades, but don't strike back! They WANT us to be beasts! They WANT us to be MONSTERS! But we'll show them that we can be more HUMANE than the humans! DON'T STRIKE BACK!. And miraculously, the goblinoids and orcs hold their arms. They form tighter ranks, turning their shoulders to the crowd that presses against them, even as daggers, kitchen knives, and even a few swords are drawn by the crowd. Things are getting ugly, and fast, as one goblin falls screaming to the ground, surrounded by a crowd of townsfolk who seem more than willing to stomp the creature to death. His comrades in arms let him fall and close ranks, but blood begins to flow as the defenders do little to stop their assailants. Everything is on the brink of chaos, and it doesn't seem like anyone can stop it.

Brewer

2018-01-07, 11:55 PM

Rakut

"Feh!" The scarred hobgoblin vents his spleen at the frustrations of the morning. The day had dawned grey-limned, tinged with despair, but at least the possibility of some success had remained, yet such had not been the case for Rakut. Even the far reaches of the town limits had been foraged thin, and though Rakut had rooted for grubs and roots before, it appeared he would have to dip into his dwindling stash of coin. On top of that disappointment, he had found none of his kin at the fort in Monster Town. The few lesser gobs that had remained behind reported that the entire troop had deployed to the market square. Rakut was not one to dwell on life's small let-downs, but this day was trying his endurance. Wheeling his mount, the warrior set off to find more, or in fact any, answers...

Arriving at the bee's hive of the market square, Rakut looked out on the scene and felt his mood grow even darker. It seemed that all in this ragtag town were falling under the tainted mantle of the Black Snow. Even as his raven companion clutched at his shoulder, talons flexing in unison with the maddening fray, Rakut fumed at the uselessness of it all. This serves no purpose! This does not turn aside the Black Snow! His thoughts burned with frustration, at the senseless waste of time and energy all this commotion entailed. Practically hissing, Rakut urged his mount on, the lizard's bulk forcing its way though the throng, none too gently at that. The warrior was in no mood to observe the social niceties.

Making his way to the center of the crowd, Rakut took in the scene dispassionately. He scoffs aloud at the childish complaints of the creatures - As soon ask the sun not to rise than to expect fairness from a trader! - but can see past their infantile display to the true concerns of the moment. Where is the authority of the Dragon Marshall? His duty is to defend this land! Rakut ponders, forcing his way closer to the center. As he approaches the shield wall being provided by town guardsmen, though, he does draw to a stop. Pushing aside simplefolk is one thing, but Rakut knows that assaulting a guardsman without cause is a losing battle. He is close to his kin, however, close enough to watch some humans in the mob go from hurling insults to hurling weapons! Rakut feels a fierce pride at the discipline of his kin in the face of such provocation, even though he knows that so few others present will recognize it. Catching the eye of the nearest town guardsmen, Rakut speaks to him in exhortation.

"Soldier of Renault, this is duty, this is dedication! If your so-called Marshall would fulfill his duty as my kin have, none of us would be in these dire straights!"

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-08, 12:45 PM

Tuari looked the guard firmly in the eye even as he allowed himself to be pushed back. "We must stop this madness" he said, calmly. "I can help you, if you will let me. We must stop this quickly, before the ember becomes a flame. Please, let me help you keep the peace." His tone was gentle, but insistent, and as he allowed himself to be guided he tried to maneuver to interpose between the dagger-thrower and his target, or to sidestep toward the downed goblin, as best he could without actively resisting.

Diplomacy check, I suppose? [roll0]

thelastorphan

2018-01-08, 06:41 PM

Garrick cautiously makes his way through the crowd towards where the Goblin fell. A bit of altruism getting the best of him. Curse this, no one deserves to be trampled for doing nothing more than trying to survive.

He tries to scoop them up and carry them away from the group quickly and see if the poor creature is still breathing.

Looking for the nearest person that seems to have some authority. You need to stop this quickly before more people get hurt. With as little bloodshed as possible. You need to send someone of the authority to speak with the Tiefling. Leaving it at that Garrick separated from the crowd.

Setting the goblin down out of harms way Garrick checks to see what he can do. If nothing else he can offer the thing some wine.

Acrobatics to reach the Goblin and get away [roll0] If people strike at Garrick he'll take it.

Heal check on the Goblin [roll1]

CasualViking

2018-01-09, 05:24 AM

"Catin, you are an arrogant fool", the gnome curses himself as his bird leaps into the air. They swoop low over the marketplace. In the space between monsters and men, a fiery explosion erupts as Catin swoops past and lands on the other side.

Actions and rolls: swooping over the marketplace, throwing a bomb (5' splash radius), or Explosive Bomb (10' splash radius) if possible. Rolling to hit a patch of ground: [roll0].

Kekmaster

2018-01-09, 10:51 AM

The look, with which Kelsenel glanced at the tiefling, was filled with hatred. Yes, the conditions of living for the refugees living outside the city were terrible. Yes, they were treated inferior to the local folk of Renault(as it should be, as it was imperial territory, and its inhabitants - imperial citizen, unlike the refugees. Could one imagine, that a bunch of people break into elven woods or dwarven mines, and are instantly treated as kin?). But it was better, much better, than certain death of Black Snow. And if the refugees do not understand it, or do not want to accept it(which appeared to be happening right now) - they are overstaying their welcome, benevolently granted by Setting Sun, who was in complete right to simply banish them from Renault, instead of granting shelter. And that was exactly what was happening now. That tiefling and his *friends* overstayed their welcome while performing all this stunt. The only logical answer to this was a firm exertion of power, which would show that outsiders simply couldn't dictate their own law. However, glancing again at the tiefling and thinking about his orders to his friends not to fight back(and thus, essentially, dooming themselves to die under the rage of the crowd), he came to a conclusion, that that was exactly what he wanted - and the half-elf suspected, that his agenda was far more personal, than communal. All those monstrous humanoids surrounding him were simply a way to fulfilling his own goals, nothing more... Something else should be done.

Seeing as a strange man with feathers tumbles his way through the crowd on the way to the stomped goblin, Kelsenel, who was already close to the spot, pushed through the couple of the remaining men, and stood firm between the line of the goblinoids and the crowd, shouting as loud as he never had in his whole life:
— BY THE NAME OF THE DRAGON MARSHALL SETTING SUN, STAND BACK! THE CITY WATCH HAS ARRIVED AND TAKES THIS MATTER UNDER ITS CUSTODY! STAND BACK! DO NOT LET THEIR WICKED WORDS BECOME TRUTH!, — while his first words were filled with authority, the last sentence was more like a desperate plea, coming from his very heart. In truth, Kelsenel didn't believe in his success, but he did believe that the appearance of the obstacle in the person of fully armed and armored city guard, who was ready to put his weapon to use(and the fire in his eyes did tell to everyone looking, that this half-elf *was* ready to do it, although non-lethally), would buy the time for the shield wall to approach and save him. His heart raced, echoing in his head with frequent *thud-thud*

Trying to trip those ones from the crowd who come closer, without damage

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-09, 12:21 PM

The efforts of all of you are not without merit. Rakut and Kelsenel both urge the guards on faster, who begin to abandon their strong defensive stance in favor of manually grabbing and tossing aside townsfolk, or giving them a slap with a hilted sword to get them moving out of the way. Rakut's efforts do attract some attention from the mob, however, who begin tossing bottles and stones at him and his lizard mount. The pop and splash of broken glass don't cause much damage, but the angry lizard hisses loudly, causing some members of the crowd to back off. That is when Catin's firebomb splashes down between the mount and the crowd, causing the locals to scramble backward in even more of a hurry, but thankfully harming no one due to excellent aim. Tuari manages to impose himself between the priest of Cayden Cailene and the line of hobgoblins, which is fortunate, as the cleric wields a mace in the manner of a trained warrior, not a angry townsfolk. The cleric gives a growl and lowers the mace, unwilling to attack a member of his own kind. "Get out of the way, monk. Creatures like these only understand violence, and the lord of adventurers is more than willing to educate them!" Still, he holds his ground, prevented from joining the fray. Garrick manages to bob, duck, and weave his way through the crowd to the fallen goblin and begins to help him up, causing the bruised and broken creature to squeal in pain. It is obvious that he has several broken bones, but it looks like he will survive to antagonize another day. However, Garrick's altruism is rewarded with shouts of "FREAK!" and "MONSTER!" of his own, and he has to persevere a storm of thrown objects, punches, and kicks from the crowd not unlike Rakut's assault. The situation is being handled, but the going is slow and more blood begins to flow until a massive roar rips through the air, causing everyone to freeze for an instant as a shadow passes over the market square.

Citizens! Return to your homes before I am forced to authorize the guard to arrest you all! I don't give a damn if I have to use taxes to build a new jail, ANY WHO REMAIN IN THIS SQUARE WILL BE DEALT WITH BY THE FULL FORCE OF THE LAW!

The voice is booming and filled with supernatural authority, and almost instantaneously people begin to run to follow this command, occasionally falling to the ground in their haste. Some scramble even faster, as the shadow descends an the burnt bronze body of Setting Sun settles down, filling nearly a quarter of the square all by itself. Any who remain are immediately banished by another roar that seems to shatter the air itself. The hobgoblins, orcs, and goblins all begin to run in terror, some dropping their weapons as they sprint towards the city gates and the safety of Monster Town. Only the tiefling and minotaur remain, obviously made of sterner stuff. Turning his serpentine head, the dragon takes in the scene with large, glittering, golden eyes, tucking his wings in close to his body and curling his tail so as to better fit in the square. He also takes in each of you, his gaze both intimidating and reassuring in equal measure.

Thank you all for your efforts in maintaining the peace. We are having a meeting tomorrow at noon for any and all who can assist with the refugee crisis, and I would be honored if you would all attend. I have a feeling you can all do great things for this city in it's time of need. Inspector Firomb, Guardsman Enelvial, and Master Duskthorn, if you could all remain to have words with me, I would appreciate it. Mr. Aestyr and Mr. Jagwaram, please do me the favor of aiding with the wounded here as you can. You will be paid for your time and efforts. At the very least, please help escort them to the Bank of Abodar. Let them know I have willed it and they will see to the healing and take the required funds from my account. Mr. Polasquer and Master Greyhorn, I suggest you see to your company, both the wounded and those who have fled. I welcome your presence at the meeting tomorrow, where you can better air your grievances and we as a community can take steps to alleviate them. Setting Sun smiles at each of you, leaving you to decide whether the grin is threatening or friendly in turn. Sitting back on his back legs, he claps his claws together with a resounding series of smacks. I want to thank all of our loyal guardsmen for their service today, and I ask that you assist in cleaning the square before returning to your normal duties. We can't exactly have broken glass, makeshift weapons, and blood stains in our most treasured market place. With that done, Setting Sun relaxes back down to all fours, waiting to speak with some of you and overseeing the process of clean up. The tiefling and minotaur both give him a wary nod, though Garrick can see a flair of victorious pride in the Tiefling's eyes. My Polasquer speaks to Greyhorn, who begins to stomp his way towards Monster Town, no doubt to rally the troops who have scattered, while the tiefling climbs down off the fountain and begins assisting his fallen comrades. Ten or so of the shield wall of creatures lay on the ground, all of them bleeding and wounded to varying degrees. The Bank (or Temple) of Abodar is only across the square, a stately building with tasteful adornment on the doors.

Rakut and Garrick each take several points of non-lethal damage. Say 4, though I doubt it will matter in the end. Good job handling the riot,
everyone. Now the hard part starts.

thelastorphan

2018-01-09, 12:52 PM

Exposing himself in the square like that was a rash decision and some part of him regretted it. He pushes those feelings of shame down and trudges on. If some think him a monster he will only prove them wrong.

Garrick dashes to the Bank of Abadar with the goblin in his arms. Hoping the men inside heard Setting Sun's commands and will not need much prompting. The first wounded from the square, they have a few broken bones. Heal them under authority of Setting Sun!

He then dashes back out the door to check on others. Not being a trained healer he will do his best to help people up and get them to the bank. Making sure to support those who can't stand well on their own. He looks around trying to discern who else Setting Sun had asked to help the wounded. This Jagwaram? How The Marshall knew his name, for now Garrick would not question, simply do as was asked of him. The Dragon certainly deserved much respect.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-09, 07:09 PM

Tuari shook his head at the Caydenite's flapping of his gums. I suppose that you intend for slashing their throats to somehow alter their species he thought to himself, but he chose merely to maintain his position, as it had achieved its purpose. There would be time to properly discuss the matter later, hopefully before the fool had imbibed too much drink.

Then the dragon appeared. Tuari had seen one before, to be sure, but never at such a close distance. It was truly a magnificent creature, from head to tail, and a reminder of how small, how inadequate, each of those involved in this petty squabble were. He fell silent, withdrawing to the edge of the square in deference. That the great dragon knew his name was no surprise to him -- it was wise to know all one could about one's surroundings, after all, and dragons had had quite a long time to master the routine matters which plagued mere humanoids. It was an excellent aspirational goal, he thought, to achieve such a level of understanding.

He nodded silently at the dragon's request, swiftly but calmly retrieving the healer's kit from his pack and triaging the wounded (both human and monstrous alike), looking primarily for those with potentially deadly injuries and other serious ailments. He watched the other fellow -- Mr. Aestyr, he made a note to remember -- run across the square with the goblin, wincing at each bounce and jostle of the sprint. There would be time to discuss that matter later as well.

CasualViking

2018-01-10, 02:48 AM

Catin Firomb lands in the market square, dismounts, and snaps off a crisp salute. "Sir', I'm sorry I din'n..." - he trails off as he realizes that Setting Sun is not here for excuses.

Kekmaster

2018-01-10, 02:51 PM

Kelsenel bowed to the words of the dragon as deeply and gracefully as his armor allowed, but this was a bit more of a bow of gratitude for sparing him from being likely beaten by a crowd, rather that of reverence. Comparing Setting Sun's words and actions, he came to a realization, that precisely this duality of those creatures(well, at least, this one) was the very reason he doubted his service was the right decision. Were you nothing more for them than a working tool, casted aside as soon as your utility depletes? Or did they really care not only about order, but the people?

Trying to distract himself from these thoughts, he helped his fellow guardsmen a bit in the process of cleaning the square, intending to heed to dragon's words right after he was done with it. He also remembered that there were some other people who prevented the situation from going awry before the dragon landed - and it looked like he owed them some thanks.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-11, 12:22 PM

Garrick And Tuari

The Bank of Abodar, usually a well ordered temple and bank, is now in utter chaos as the two of you start bringing in wounded monstrous folk. You are immediately met with cries that they would not help these creatures, but Garrick's words bring all opposition to a standstill as the name of Setting Sun holds great authority within these walls. The priests, some of them working diligently and quietly, some of them cursing under their breath, begin to help the wounded that drip blood on the marble floors. Tuari's triage work helps the most severely wounded reach the clerics first, but despite this it seems as though one orc and one hobgoblin are on death's door due to needing surgery before healing magics can be applied. One of them has a split skull that might hide brain damage, the other a pierced lung that has to be sewn shut. This causes another fresh stir of resentment from the priests, but one of the higher ranking clerics takes charge of them personally and has them led deeper in the temple to be seen by the best healers the Bank has. Garrick's initial saving of the goblin who was felled is the only thing that keeps him off this list as well. The cleric helping him speaks to the natural monk. "He's got several broken limbs that are shattered in multiple places. Even with resetting them, even with healing magics, he may never walk correctly again. Still, over time we may be able to restore most of his mobility, but we will have to heal him over weeks or even months for that to come true. For now he will have to wear casts on both legs and one arm for some time before our magics could do more good than harm. Either way, he owes you his life." The goblin, drugged and in shock, reaches up to Garrick with it's unbroken arm and speaks to him in it's own language feverishly, but it isn't until it's last words that some connection is made. Before falling into a herb induced sleep, the goblin babbles out the words "Thank... you... bird man..." in Druidic of all things.

Catin and Kelsenel

While Kelsenel is helping with the clean up, the dragon first addresses Catin directly.Quick thinking with that bomb,
Catin. Though if your aim had been a bit off I fear more would be entering the Bank of Abodar this day. Still, your skill showed through and validates your judgement. The great dragon smiles down at you, more friendly and open than his normal formal stature. Please take note of the tiefling who was the origin of this debacle in your routine sorties throughout the city and outlying areas. His name is Alaistair Polasquer, and he is quickly becoming the defacto leader of the region known as Monster Town. Whether he does this as a way of advancing himself or those around him has yet to have been shown. Soon you will have other duties outside your patrols, but we will discuss this in more detail tomorrow. And good job to you too, Captain Flappywings. You bear your rider with the finesse and grace that most dragons wish they could attain. The dragon waits to see if you have any response, more than willing to converse with his personal inspector, before turning his attention to Kelsenel.

Guardsman! A word, if you please. Leave the last of the cleanup to your brethren. The massive frame of Setting Sun stands up and approaches you from across the square, easily the size of a full parade float but moving with great care so as not to disrupt anyone's duties (other than your own). Good work, Kelsenel. Your father would be proud of both the leadership you showed today and the restraint you showed in dealing with your fellow townsfolk. A lesser man would have been more violent. In light of your continued service, I am hereby promoting you to the rank of lieutenant. It is high time you wore an officer's badge around here. This merit is also warranted due to the heightened duties I have in mind for you in the future that we will discuss tomorrow- duties that it would be improper for an enlisted man to conduct. I won't take no for an answer. The dragon grins down at you with a hint of predatory threat to drive this last point home, though their is no ill intent or malice in that smile. It is highly unusual for a guardsman of your rank to be promoted through several ranks, but Setting Sun is known to bend proper order in dealing with the city guard from time to time. Whatever he has planned, it must merit a much higher rank, but he keeps these plans to himself like a magician planning for his grand finale.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-11, 01:22 PM

Tuari remained with the wounded in the church of Abadar well into the evening, making sure that all the wounded were taken care of and at rest. It was an opportunity to learn from more skilled healers than himself, which was always welcome, and the Abadaran church had, he had read, a strong relationship with the Irorian -- even if they could be a bit more transactional that he might himself have desired. "The Master of Masters would not forgive me easily if I did not assist you" he remarked simply to one of the more irascible healers among the priests who had shoved him aside. He had a sound mind for organization, and at least he was fairly certain that nobody would succumb to their injuries. Their lives would, of course, be changed forever; he hoped that they could take time to reflect on the experience, in due time.

What minor healing magics he had were quickly spent, and though he was uncertain that he himself would have been able to repair the vital injuries, he was quite certain that he could at least provide useful assistance in that area. They had an ample stock of supplies, of course; the variety of bandages, clamps, and tools were far beyond his personal experience -- though he recalled at least some of the more obscure items referenced in a large manual in his home's library -- and he listened carefully to each order that was barked among the priests within, his only words being brief assents to the requests made of him.

thelastorphan

2018-01-11, 07:09 PM

Garrick stares at the Goblin for a long moment. He then takes the small creatures hand and whispers back in druidic.

It was prudent. Such conflicts and their results are not as nature intended. Rest friend and think of cool earth and fresh water.

He took note that Mr. Jagwaram seemed to regard him strangely earlier.

You are a noble soul to help these 'monsters' Rolling his eyes as he utters that word. Thank you for seeing them as they should be seen. People. I am Garrick.

The peacock man extends his hand to shake. His motion a bit awkward. Un used to the ritual of handshakes. But civilized folk seemed addicted to them as a form of greeting.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-11, 10:32 PM

"Tuari" he replied simply, bowing slightly at the waist, but not extending his hand in return. It was clear enough that this wasn't to be taken personally; he was just as uncomfortable as Garrick with the typical greeting. "The Master gifts none of us perfection. When we have overcome our own frailties, then may we place ourselves above others. But we can discuss later. There is much work to be done."

CasualViking

2018-01-13, 02:37 PM

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-13, 03:43 PM

Inspector Firomb Catin stands at attention. His mind races with things he wants to say, while his inner critic discards them as quickly as he can think them up. In the end he fumbles out a "Many people are concerned about the black snow, sir". As if Setting Sun didn't know that, idiot.

We are ALL concerned with the Black Snow, Inspector. It may be the greatest challenge of the age. The greatest minds of all of Mundall are meeting as we speak to try to find a solution for it and the other disasters facing this world. We can only pray that they discover something, and meanwhile we will do all we can to persevere. That will be our goal- to find ways to persevere and keep as many of these people alive as possible.
The dragon appears grim and pensive for the first time that you have known him, the positive attitude he always shows tarnished for a moment by thoughts of the world's troubles.

Tuari and Garrick
There are ways to help the temple, great and small, for much of the evening. By the end of the day there is only one monstrous refugee who has died- the damage to the wounded man with a split skull was just too extensive for the healers to bring back from the brink. This figure is wrapped in a golden colored silk shroud, and the clerics ask that the two of you deliver it to the hobgoblin fort in Monster Town to be handled as per his people's wishes. They set up a litter for easy transport, and each of you are given thirty gold for your day's work, courtesy of Setting Sun's personal account.

Kekmaster

2018-01-13, 05:41 PM

Kelsenel listened to dragon's praise with his head humbly lowered. However, when the part about promotion came, he raised it, looking straight at the dragon, as if looking for a catch... And a catch he found in Setting Sun's last words. The reminder about his deceased father, however, was somewhat a painful one. His arm almost flinched to try to reach a medallion, hidden under his armor, engraved with a visage of elven woman. Father was presumably killed by his own wife(and what Kelsenel himself strongly denied to be true from the very first day), and Kelsenel's mother - this very woman. Almost. And while it was father who put a sword in Kelsenel's arm, it was mother, who gave purpose which was directing this arm.

—I... you do me a great honor, my lord. I will do my best to live up to expectations placed on myself. For the good of the people and for the realm, — Answered the half-elf, quickly regaining his composure, and again bowed his head. To be honest, he wasn't sure, that he was suited for that type of work. He was a competent fighter, yes, but being an officer of the guard required more - an ability to properly communicate and inspire people. And while he was completely certain of himself in that regard on the battlefield, it was in regular life where he was afraid he lacked this ability. The loss he suffered made Kelsenel distant, almost bitter - he had no real friends and preferred to keep to himself most of the time. He didn't let even Raymond - an old friend of his father, and the person who helped him persevere through the hard times - come close. However, he also realized, that a position with higher power, which he was about to get, also gave him the opportunity to use that power to protect the people. As a simple guardsman he could do only so much, and it looked like it was about to change. And even a slight and unclear chance for such an opportunity was enough for Kelsenel to endure all the inconveniences he might have. If his words prove futile, he will have to let his actions speak for himself.'

Anyways, whether he will really become more than a simple guardsman or no, for him it was obvious that today's unrest of the monstrous refugees was just a beginning, and Kelsenel was afraid that sometime in the future the Marshall will have to make an uneasy decision. Soon, shutting Renault's gates(and thus dooming any who remain outside to die) before outsiders might become the only way to save Renault's own population.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-14, 09:10 PM

Setting Sun, seemingly content with these conversations, takes some time to speak quietly to Rakut, but the talks don't seem to go as the dragon would have wished. The hobgoblin storms off afterwards on his lizard mount, while the dragon frowns after him in displeasure.

For those outside the temple, the day is mercifully mundane after this point. A lot of the townsfolk and the refugees are all abuzz about what happened in the market square, usually in hushed and worried tones, though some in loud and boisterous ones. Opinions are traded back and forth, but other than this hubbub the day passes without further incident.

Garrick and Tuari have to deliver a body to Monster Town, but other than that is everyone ready to move on to the next day?
That's when the real fun starts- Setting Sun's planned meeting is at noon, and it apparently will deal with the future of the town.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-14, 09:37 PM

Tuari gave a nod of thanks to the Abadarans for the payment, stifling an argument. He hadn't, strictly speaking, wished to have been paid for his service -- but to argue money with an Abadaran was, he had read, the start of a conversation that would never end. Not bothering to change the appearance of his clothing to get rid of the inevitable bloodstains, he solemnly carried the front of the litter cart back to Monster Town, as it had so pithily been named, searching out someone who looked like they might have some authority. There was no use in sugar-coating the news. "I am sorry, he has died despite our best efforts to salvage his life. We trust that you will be able to offer his remains a proper service in your custom."

thelastorphan

2018-01-14, 11:01 PM

Garrick accepted the rear of the load with no complaint and his payment with thanks, even though he felt such an amount unwarranted. These bankers though, he had learned by reputation they always paid for service no matter how small.

Watching the dead man as they carried him he wondered what services awaited him. Such customs were always of interest. Knowing if one has encountered a grave site in the wild is useful knowledge. It means civilization may be near.

He said very little during the trip. Mostly lost in thought. Besides he often squatted in alleys near monster town. It was a somewhat familiar place.

When Tuari spoke up he he also looked around. Craning his neck to see if anyone in charge was about.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-15, 12:22 AM

It doesn't take long when asking for someone in charge in Monster Town for Alaister Polasquer to show up, flanked by his his "friend" Greyhorn, as well as a female hobgoblin holding a baby in her arms. The woman kneels over the body, murmuring something repeatedly in goblin tongue, while the infant reaches for it's father's face. Both of them are in tears, and both howl like the end of the world has come.

"I know no words can console you, Grerie, but know he died standing up for what he believed in. He died for The Cause. The tiefling leans down and speaks to her in goblin for several moments, and she seems to take some reassurance in his words, leaning heavily on the tiefling while her howls turn to sobs, then to sullen, grim determination. She stands and utters something to the two of you, bows, then calls over several more hobs to pick up the stretcher and take her husband away.

Alaister smiles warmly at the two of you, though there is something like vinegar in the honey that pours from his lips. "Thank you both for respecting the loss of life, despite how different that life looks than yours. It must have earned you no friends among the townsfolk to put yourselves on the line for monsters like us. You have the gratitude of our community."

The minotaur bows his head as well, mimicking the motion that Alaister gives you with his large, humpbacked form. Thanks. He rumbles out, then turns to walk away after the stretcher.

"Greyhorn serves as something of a religious figure to many of Monster Town, despite not sharing a god with most here.
He'll oversee the funerary rites and make sure the burial is sanctified properly, as per hobgoblin custom. He is really quite knowledgeable in the religious custom of many peoples. He could probably even manage both of your burials, if it came to that. Alaister's smile has not diminished or altered in the least. "You may both call me Alaister, or Mr. Polasquer if you prefer formality. We have little in the way of comforts here, but both of you are welcome in Monster Town if you ever need bread or a bed."

CasualViking

2018-01-15, 01:21 AM

Catin spends the rest of the day, and the next morning, interviewing people about Polasquer (Gather Information: [roll0]) and considering components for a marker dye bomb.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-15, 01:31 AM

Catin spends the rest of the day, and the next morning, interviewing people about Polasquer (Gather Information: [roll0]) and considering components for a marker dye bomb.

I'm going to give you an 18 on that. You spent time doing that, and we'll assume you took a 10 instead of that horrid roll.

Catin isn't able to ascertain too much about Mr. Polasquer. He meets a trader who sold him some food stuffs who is willing to show Catin some Gillari Empire coins that were used in the purchase, and many folks have had run ins with him that they'd consider unsettling but pleasant. He seems to keep to himself outside of his obvious presence in Monster Town, where the locals are not very talkative about their up and coming community leader.

Catin is lucky, however, to find a dye merchant who sells a variety of colors, shades, and types of dyes. He seems excited when Catin looks at some of the more exotic shades, and boasts that he makes all of his dyes out of local ingredients, naming off a few plants and animal products that he uses in their creation. He also warns that one shade of bright blue has a tendency to stain anything or anyone who touches it before it dries, showing off a thumb that he says has been blue for a week.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-15, 01:10 PM

Tuari nodded at the tiefling's words, with barely the slightest hint of emotion on his face despite the tragic scene that had unfolded. "I am Tuari, Alaister. I thank you for your offer of hospitality. When I have freed myself from my own imperfections, then others may regard my own life as of greater importance than their own. But that is not a decision for me to make."

"I would have interest in hearing more about your 'cause', though perhaps tomorrow's meeting would be a more appropriate occasion. We must be mindful that we are guests in the home of others. I am not sure that the path you have chosen is best for you or your companions. They fear this change in their situation, because they do not understand. Do not prey upon their fear."

I'm happy to do this now, or just get it taken care of at the big meeting. Up to the DM as to how you want to pace it.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-15, 02:33 PM

"We're not quite ready to reveal our Cause to everyone, sir, but I take note of your interest and you will be among the first to hear of it, when we are ready. Know simply that we strive for equality for all and the ability to advance as free creatures living under a mutual sun and stars, without age old prejudice to hold us back. Other than that summary, you will just have to find out more later when we have more fully prepared our platform." Alaister gives a small bow and another friendly smile, his serpent like tongue flitting between his teeth as his tail wag back and forth, seemingly happy that you are interested in his politics. "I do not prey on their fear, simply seeking to channel it into productivity towards the advancement of our community; to diminish fear and replace it with responsible citizenship, a noble trait, I'm sure you agree. Now, I must rest and prepare for the great meeting tomorrow. I trust you will be in attendance as well, and hope to see you there." At that, the tiefling bows again and retreats to the hobgoblin fort, which immediately opens it's doors to him.

The next day comes bright and early again, with the crowing of roosters filling the town as soon as dawn arrives. The meeting is set for noon, so there is some time for daily chores and any interests before hand.

Ok, all. I'll be looking over other submissions today and bringing in an alternate for Brewer, who has not been responding to my PM's or replying IC.
You'll all have a new friend soon, so be welcoming.

Kvard51

2018-01-16, 02:19 PM

Lev

Lev slowly awakens to the sun shining through the tent door in Monster Town. He draws the back of his hands across his bleary eyes to try and rub the sleep out without much success. Untangling himself from the soiled sheets, he tries to remember how he got here. His throbbing head and the metallic taste in his mouth tell him alcohol was involved, and evidently quite a bit of it.

He takes a dipper of tepid water from the gourd hanging on the tent pole and tries to order his thoughts. Setting Sun sent him out here for a reason, if he could pull it to mind. He idly scratches himself as he considers his options. "Mental note. Get someone to check me for fleas later."

The entry flap is drawn back, letting the violent assault of the noonday sun scald his retinas. He squints as someone enters the tent, trying to make out who it is and if they pose a threat. If I vomit on their boots, will they put me out of my misery?, he wonders. He feels at his waist for his dagger, which quickly brings to his attention his current state of undress... A gruff voice speaks out of the glare, "Sir, the meeting tent has been set up and awaits the Marshall's presence. Would you like to inspect it for suitability?"

"Perhaps I should put some pants on before your eyes adjust to the burning. I assume that since I can't see you, you probably can't see all of me." Turning, he bends over and searches through the disheveled pile of blankets on the ground, attempting to find something to cover himself with. "This should be embarassing for at least one of us, what? Pray tell, whose tent am I currently in? And no, I'm sure the tent you procured is perfectly acceptable for old Setting Sun's meeting."

As he stands, he triumphantly holds up a pair of travel-stained breeches. "And there they are! Give me a moment to pull myself together, my good man. You can show me the way to the privy and then the meeting tent. And, if you'd be so kind, can you locate a bottle of wine and a glass? I need to wash the taste of something acrid off my tongue, and I need to do it soon..."

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-16, 05:55 PM

Kekmaster

2018-01-16, 08:29 PM

After waking up, it took a couple of minutes for Kelsenel to fully realize and recollect the recent happenings - the latest night's ceremony, during which he was given his officer's badge, promised by Setting Sun no later but yesterday, in particular. To be honest, the young half-elf didn't quite understand why his appointment was celebrated with so much celebration and drinking, but he took both stoically, despite his somewhat sociopathic attitude. He escaped, however after the toasts were made for him and the first few rounds went down, trusting Raymond's promise "to keep them busy enough for not to notice the complete absence of the birthday boy". Still, while he didn't really need it, it was really pleasant and reassuring to get formal acknowledgement of his service.

According to only a slight thum in the head, Kelsenel understood that it was good he didn't fully partake in the celebrations - otherwise, he was afraid, he wouldn't be in the appropriate condition to attend today's meeting, which would be quite unfortunate. Having quickly eaten and geared up, he stopped for a couple of minutes in the corner of his room, where, perhaps, was situated somewhat between a small shrine and an altar - something which would be the least expected from someone who was just as non-religious as Kelsenel. A symbol on its surface - a pair of swords beneath a silver crane - betrayed its allegiance to the Empyreal Guardians, a cult(although Kelsenel considered it "an organization" for himself), worshiping("following instructions") a solar, fallen from grace for disobedience. While Kelsenel literally took no care about any kind of worship, the story about a fallen solar named Al’asadriel, once a mighty and puissant servant of a god, who was cast down for defying his master when he was ordered to commit an act of evil, found a strong and strange resonance in half-elf's own heart, as he was afraid that he may face similar circumstances himself one day. But the cult's fighting techniques, believed to be passed down from the solar himself, were quite interesting to Kelsenel, as they focused on protecting not only the warrior himself, but also those who were near to him. And, besides, the Guardians' dogma(or the Code of Al’asadriel, as they called it), pretty much mirrored that was in Kelsenel's own soul. Originally, this small altar didn't belong to Kelsenel's house, but as the last known to him member of the cult in Renault took off in search for the solar(as he learned before, many members of the Guardians were quite obsessed with finding the missing founder of the cult) after teaching the basics to Kelsenel, the guardsman saw it fitting to transfer it to his living quarters. This obsession bugged him - while the solar, even fallen from divine grace, was still a powerful entity capable of doing great good, half-elf believed that much more good could be caused if you would do it yourself rather than searching for some to do it for you.

Following a strange sensation, Kelsenel laid his palm on the surface, near the symbol, feeling cold, but calming stone, as he recited the Code in his own mind:

“In my own name, unsullied and bound to my virtue, and in the name of Al’asadriel, this I swear: with my blades I shall defend the innocent from those who threaten them wrongfully. With my eyes I shall look for evil and with my words and deeds seek to turn it back to good, or else destroy it. With my mercy and conviction I shall lead others into the light, and with my courage I shall hold back the shadow, until the day I die or Al’asadriel returns to release me.”

For some reason, it seemed for him important to remind to himself these words, right before the meeting with the dragon and others, whom he deemed capable at resolving the growing refugee crisis in Renault. Remembering the yesterday's hubbub on the market square and his own conclusions about mr. Polasquer, Kelsenel suspected that the situation could be more layered and complicated, than he believed earlier, and he will need both sharp wits and eyes to help the city.

Sometime later, he stood near the meeting place, twenty minutes in advance, awaiting for it to begin.

thelastorphan

2018-01-16, 08:57 PM

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-16, 10:45 PM

Tuari returned to his home, having retrieved a pot of water, and removed the sleeves on his arms, clothed only in a simple loose-fitting set of breeches. He began to wash, and did so for nearly an hour, until he was satisfied that all the blood and ichor from the day's events had been properly cleansed. The rest of the evening he spent in quiet contemplation with his books, reflecting on the day's events. He acknowledged the sadness of the day -- of creatures, no, monsters of all kinds, for that was what they had acted as, both human and other -- before pushing the emotion to the back of his mind. Sadness, like most emotions, was a symptom of failure of understanding, and while he had to admit to himself that he didn't properly understand at this point, he knew that that could be rectified, with time and labor. Once properly calmed by the knowledge contained in the books he had read a hundred times (but never failed to learn something new, with each reading -- a sign that he had not yet mastered the material within, of course, but a sign of growth as well), he laid to sleep.

He awoke the next morning much as he had the previous, practicing his forms to set his mind in the proper state for the day. He paid extra attention -- if one can pay extra attention above and beyond total focus -- to those forms which may have been of benefit the previous day, had he been forced to subdue the Caydenite priest, or anyone else. He scoured the books for anything he could find about Setting Sun, or about gold dragons in general, that might aid him in the day's discussions. Those pages he had read perhaps two thousand times -- how better to aspire to divinity than to take example from creatures that had mastered their bodies and minds far better than any of the monsters that lived in Renault and the surrounding town, himself included?

A more formal form of clothing was clearly required under the circumstances. He donned his sleeves, and appeared instantly in a loose-fitting blue robe, with purple trim down each neckline. From his neck hung a simple necklace of well-twined hair, with the holy symbol of Irori emblazoned on one side, and the red, silver, and white gankyil of his home painted meticulously on the other. It was best to let those in a discussion know immediately your principles, the better that they may understand your desires. Properly attired, he packed his belongings and set off with them toward the meeting place. He walked with a singular purpose, for there was no time to waste. He arrived at precisely the appointed hour.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-16, 10:47 PM

Garrick had graciously declined the Tiefling's offer, preferring to find his own way.

The next morning he awoke with the sun and headed into town. He had a few things to sell still and some other business to attend to.

He stopped at the Temple of Abadar to check on the goblin left in their charge. For now he wanted only his name. Later he woul have questions about other druid circles an if in travelling he had heard anything about Garrick's masters.

As the meeting time approached he made sure he was clean and that all his things were in order.

As he approached the place he noticed a Guardsmen waiting as well. He looked familiar enough, must have been on duty yesterday.

Hail, are you also here for The Marshall's meeting or just on duty?

Garrick
The priests of Abadar have the goblin in a secluded part of the temple to rest, as well as to keep them out of the way of from normal bank operations. They do, however, tell Garrick that the goblin, in a moment of lucidness, called himself "Burnt Leaf". Either that or he was rambling through the last of his medication. That is the most they can tell you about the odd goblin who rambles in languages they can't understand.

Tuari
The well thumbed pages of your tomes hold some information on golden dragons, but no extensive details. Mostly it addresses them as regal, martial figures, often on the front lines of the war against disorder. Defining dragons by their scales is often folly, as the entire Court of dragons wears everything from colored to metallic scales, but it does seem that scales are passed on genetically, and that golden dragons have a long history of leading, fighting, and making peace between neighbors. Most of them start the size of a dog, but can end up even larger than Setting Sun when they reach elderly years. From the descriptions in the pages, Setting Sun appears to be in his late middle ages, but far from death.

Everyone
A massive tent, capable of holding an entire three ring circus, has been erected outside the town office. Already a massive converted warehouse, the tent nearly doubles the building's size. Two guards stand at the entrance to the tent, admitting people relatively indiscriminately, though a few poor and desperate people are turned away. Citizens and refugees, those with wealth or talent, are all being admitted, the vast majority with the personal invitation of Setting Sun. It seems that this will be a great summit consisting of people from many walks of life. An entire pews worth of adventurers from the church of Cayden Cailean arrive in one group, armed men and women who look like they know how to handle themselves in a fight. The tent may be huge, but it is filling up rapidly as Kelsenel and Garrick arrive.

Kekmaster

2018-01-16, 11:04 PM

Hail, are you also here for The Marshall's meeting or just on duty?

— A bit of both, actually, — answered Kelsenel with a barely noticeable smirk, as he gave a wary nod to the approaching man, but his attitude brightened up a little as recognized him as the man who jumped in the crowd to save the stomped goblin, — And you must be either Mr. Aesthyr or Mr. Jagwaram, am i right?, — he asked, as the tent was starting to fill, and with a gesture invited Garrick to follow him into it, leaving introductions to be made on the way or even inside. Nodding at the two his colleagues-guardsmen at the enter, Kelsenel takes a seat in one of the middle rows.
— Well, you never know what can go bad in a place full of armed people, — he muttered to himself, eyeing the gathering people, the Caydenites in particular.

Kvard51

2018-01-17, 11:10 AM

Lev

There is some shuffling outside before the town officer who had opened the flap of the tent is neatly spun out of the way of the entrance, falling to the ground with an undignified OOOPH! as a female form rushes into the tent. She's tall, lean, and athletic, with smooth tanned skin, bright blue eyes, flowing blond hair, and most importantly an easy smile and a bottle of wine. She has to crawl into the tent on her knees, but even so she is in the tent besides you in a rush of movement, embracing you tightly.
Levvy, it's time for you to go! I wish we could spend more time together, but it's going to be a busy morning for both of us! She tips the small wine bottle up, offering it to your lips without a chance to ask her any questions. The wine is weak, but flavorful, and very refreshing. She sits expectantly for a moment, as though she is waiting for a warm welcome, before a loud voice calls out above the din of the waking camp- "Annie! It's nearly ten and you haven't washed my boots yet! You still have to sew those buttons on my good vest too! ANNIE! WHERE ARE YOU!?" The voice gets louder and more insistent as it gets closer, and the woman tilts her face in a look of disgust when she hears it.
Levvy, I'm sorry, but you've got to go! If my brother sees you here... well.. he'll think things. And when Alaister thinks bad thoughts, bad things happen to good people. Quick, here's your shirt, here's your gear, a small snack of cheese for the road... Her memory is apparently much better than yours, as she assembles your belongings in a flash, piling them all around you in an orderly fashion. Once that is done she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. I wish you had time to sing to me again like you did last night, but brother is coming and it's nearly time for the big meeting. Now scoot, you scamp! Time for the Marshall of the Great Setting Sun to get to work! She lingers for just a moment again, as though she'd like to say more, when a loud scream of ANNIE SO HELP ME I'LL SKIN YOU IF YOU'RE RESTING ON YOUR LAURELS AGAIN! resounds through the camp, causing the nearby town officer to yelp and run off through Monster Town, and causes "Annie" to turn around and run from the tent. I'm COMING! She yells, stomping off through the mass of tents and campsites in a huff.

All of this maybe takes a minute, leaving Lev no chance to respond, ask questions, or confirm anything about the night before. Apparently it was pleasant, though.As the whirlwind of blonde, tanned, apparently pleasant company dashes from the tent, Lev can't quite keep the bemused smile from his face. Annie... at least it wasn't the half-ogre like last time...

He takes a long pull on the sweet wine, then hurriedly pulls on his clothing, somewhat the worse for wear after the night's revelry. Peeking through the tent flap and seeing no sign of Alaister, Lev quickly exits, turning left and heading towards the area he believes his steward had the meeting tent set up. I hope I heard him right. Setting Sun is going to be annoyed if I'm late today.

Rounding the corner to find the tent in question comes as a relief, at least until he spots the large group of Caydenites filing in. That has the potential to lead to trouble. A bunch of busy-body adventurers has no place in this sort of gathering. I'll need to speak with the guards...

Searching for someone with the self-important air of officialdom, Lev spots a Guardsman talking to a half-elf. Brushing off his clothing as best he can, he stows the wine bottle under his cloak for later, when the meeting begins to get boring and approaches the two. "Ho, guardsman. Has the Marshall arrived yet? And why are we allowing all these adventurers in here? They are almost certain to cause a ruckus at some point. See if you can round up another guard or five to keep an weather-eye on the Caydenites, just in case." Giving a half-hearted salute, Lev turns and heads toward the tent entrance.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-17, 12:09 PM

Tuari quietly took a seat, seeking out a position between the Caydenites and Alaister if one could be found. It was likely enough that there would be another confrontation, given yesterday's tensions, and he wished to be able to interpose himself if necessary. He found sympathy for both sides, in their own ways: the "monsters" of the town were, like he, simply seeking survival, and answers to the problems that had plagued them all. On the other hand, the residents of Renault did not deserve to have their lives disrupted too strongly. There was no reason a mutually beneficial solution could not be found, that he could see -- did not more customers mean more profit for enterprising merchants, more labor for those seeking to build rather than destroy? No reason, save for the shackles of preconceptions, which he had learned to at least acknowledge, if not unfetter himself from entirely.

Silently, he sat, taking in the conversations around him, and waited for the meeting to begin.

CasualViking

2018-01-17, 02:13 PM

With Flappywings down to her normal hawk size, Catin Firomb enters the tent. He quickly spots the Caydenites, sitting up there, being rowdy, thinking themselves above the law...

Catin notices his pulse quickening, but goes up to confront them anyway. He finds an empty seat to stand in, to get up to eye level. "EXCUSE ME. ....CAYDENITES!". Getting little reaction, he pulls out the big gun, a word he learned recently. "Flatbeers!".

Well, that got their attention. "Inspector Catin Firomb. I saw one of you lot throw a dagger at the ruckus yesterday. Who was it?". His eyes scan the group. "Was it... you?!?"

thelastorphan

2018-01-17, 02:40 PM

Mr. Aestyr... He shrugs a bit uncomfortably. Garrick is better though. He stands awkwardly for a moment before following the Half-Elf inside. And your name?

Garrick surveys the room and looks for the primary trouble maker, Mr. Polasquer. And takes a seat with Kelsenel. It seemed central enough and if needed Garrick may be able to interpose himself between one threat and another. It also seemed like this man would be a fine man in a fight.

Any idea as to what Setting Sun wants out of this meeting. Eyeing some of the people who contributed to the mess yesterday. Aside from causing more opportunity for trouble?

Kekmaster

2018-01-17, 04:19 PM

— Kelsenel, — with a simple short nod answered Kelsenel to Garrick while they were passing into the tent.
As the "bird-man" was asking his question, a gnome, who was identified as Catin Firomb, a local inspector, of whom Kelsenel, as a guardsman, heard some, but not too much, apparently, decided that right now was the perfect moment to start squabbling with Caydenites. Just a moment before the beginning of a peaceful summit, aimed to search ways to mend the worsening situation. The young half-elf shaked his head. Maybe the inspector's cause was just, but Kelsenel thought it was unwise to start this at this precise moment. Still, in the ensuing conflict he would, no doubt, take the gnome's side. However, the newly appointed lieutenant of the guard didn't hurry to his side *right*
now - clearly, the half-elf hoped that Setting Sun will show up soon and the conflict will die out in the presence of his dragon lordship.
— No idea. But judging by the sheer amount of people, maybe he is planning to send us in all four corners of the Mundall in the search of cure for the Black Snow, — after a couple of seconds of thought, he finally answered to Garrick. And you couldn't tell by his expression, whether he was joking or no.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-17, 04:53 PM

Tuari can hear the crowd muttering and murmuring concerns for the meeting. Some are worried about what they will be asked to do to help, some are eager to help all they can, but most are just worried that this meeting will end up like the confrontation in the square yesterday. Mr. Polasquer is sitting in the front row, along with a contingent of hobgoblins from Monster Town and the ever present Grey Horn. They have come unarmed to this meeting, which is more than can be said for the Caydenites, who have been escorted to the rear of the tent by a healthy contingent of the local guard. Still, their eyes shoot daggers at the monsters sitting down front, but they seem to be kept in check by heavy presence of city guard around them. One of them, the bearded priest who threw the dagger yesterday, stands up at Catin's accusation and smacks a fist to his chest.
"Aye, it was me who threw the blade. And it was I and my mates who were promised a full pardon for our involvement in the ruckus yesterday if we showed up today in the spirit of "mutual cooperation and citizenship." So save your words, shorty. I'm sure the dragon has something special in mind for all us men of the cloth, and if it can help the city we are, as always, more than willing to give." He lifts his nose in the air, but a whisper from one of the acolytes next to him has it brought right down again. He eyes the cold iron ring around Catin's neck and gives a stiff bow. "Apologies, sir. Still riled up from yesterday and still digesting my breakfast brew. Nothing meant by it. We only seek to lend aid to the crisis at hand." With that, a massive throat clears itself at the podium in front of the rows of assorted pews, benches, and chairs, and all heads turn to see the mighty dragon preforming a surprisingly human gesture to get everyone's attention. He is laying down across most of the stage, while a number of town officials sit next to him like a family of mice in the presence of a cat. En mass, everyone sits and turns their attention to the Marshall, who begins speaking loud enough for everyone to hear without overpowering small side conversations that seem to spring up almost immediately.

Thank you all for coming today. Some of you are responding to the flyers put out throughout the city, and some of you have my personal invitation to join us today, but all who are willing to help work through the city's current crisis are more than welcome,
despite any misunderstandings or conflicts we have had before. It is time to bury prejudice, work together, and accept each other for what we all are- living beings trying to live and survive in one of the darkest times Mundall has ever had to bear. All of you have felt the affect of the natural disasters that have struck our world, either through the loss of homes and loved ones, or through the violent winds of change that roar over the Empire and beyond, heralding uncertain times. Today, I ask that we all come together- whether we have lived in Renault our entire lives, or have just arrived here looking for hope. If we work hand in hand, we can manufacture that hope, not just for the refugees, not just for the citizens, but for this entire area. I have several plans of action that will need skilled, moneyed, and motivated hands to make them realized.
Town officials will be bringing out sheets of parchment detailing how each of us can help just by making some adjustments to our daily lives. Sure enough, clerks from the town office are passing out sheets of parchment to all who attend. These seems to be written for individual groups, as they are color coded and passed out with care. In particular, the residents of Monster Town are given one color, the refugees are given another, and the citizens of Renault are given their own. Noticeably left out of this procedure are many of the better armed residents- ex-guardsmen who know a thing or two about a fight, the adventurers of Cayden Cailean's church (though the priests are each given purple marked sheets), and each of you. People begin to rustle through their handouts, and almost immediately people begin to exclaim and complain about what they contain.

"Rationing? Things are bad off enough that we'll be instituting rationing?"
"Equality in the market place? Coin is coin, I suppose, but I'll be keeping my scales handy, if you know what I mean."
"Communal suppers? With those outlanders? I'd rather starve than eat with them!"
"Civic service jobs? Paid by the dragon? Well, it may not be like my job back home, but if it will keep my family fed..."

The priests of all faiths seem to be quite ruffled about what is being asked of them, specifically the clerics of Abodar, who are all complaining about fixed interest rates, small loans, and scaled price healing services. The priests of Cayden Cailean seem more concerned with losing their holy grapes for use as food instead of wine, but take the common sense measure in stride. Erastil's chosen remain silent, but it is well known throughout the community that they are the least welcoming of the local churches to the refugees, remaining insular and keeping non-citizens from attending their masses.

All of these measures will take steps in lengthening the amount of time that we can sustain as many people as possible.
I've cleared many of them with the Imperial Court, and the Empress herself is going to be making sure that Setting Sun's Sustainable Guidelines are distributed to communities facing similar problems. That brings us to the issue at hand, however. Sustainability. Renault can simply not be home to as many people as it currently holds indefinitely. While each of us, big and small, does what we can to aid the situation here, it is inevitable that we will have to find longstanding homes for the many refugees who have come here for safety, and not all of them can be in the Empire. To that end, if Mr. Aestyr, Mr. Jagwaram, Lieutenant Kelsenel, Inspector Firomb, and my herald, Lev Siggurdsson, could all come join me on the stage, I have a special discussion to have with each of you. If any of those in attendance do NOT have a handout, I will be having similar meetings with each of you in turn. All questions can be addressed to the town officials who will be leaving the stage in a moment. Gentlemen, if you could join me, we have a mission to discuss.

CasualViking

2018-01-18, 02:53 AM

As Setting Sun settles on the stage, Catin shoots the bearded troublemaker an "I'll be watching you" gesture, then scoots off to find a seat, outside the range of "accidental" projectiles from that mob.

"Full pardon", he mutters under his breath. "I love and respect you boss, but your soft heart is nothing but trouble. Some days, I wish we could have a proper, determined.... well, if wishes were fishes. Could be worse, really".

After the speech, he climbs up on the stage. Flappywings stays in the upper reaches of the tent.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-18, 01:24 PM

Tuari's brain hummed along to the dragon's words. Everything he said made perfect sense. It was a pleasure -- he had to admit there was a pleasure involved in understanding, even as he had also to admit that pleasure was in itself a weakness of sorts -- to hear such a clear-headed assessment of the situation. Everyone had their own small-minded, selfish perspective on the events -- it took a transcendent mind to understand the totality of the cataclysm inflicted upon the world. Tuari was confident, even as he said that, that the dragon understood the situation far more effectively than his own confined mind could comprehend. He, at least, had a plan, which was more than any Tuari had encountered in his travels had attempted.

What that plan was, Tuari hoped to find out, even as he had to admit his doubt in implementing it. Doubt was the most dangerous of emotions, he had always thought. It implied an inherent failure of mastery of oneself. It was one thing to fail to master the capriciousness of other beings, but if one could not control one's own mind, what hope was there? He rose, insisting upon confidence in himself, and strode purposefully toward the stage, certain that the Caydenites would be unhappy in his inclusion, and equally certain that he did not care.

thelastorphan

2018-01-18, 07:13 PM

Garrick rose from his seat and headed towards the stage. There were whispers around him and many stares of disbelief at a monster being so bold.

He regarded the dragon with awe. Such a creature was the only thing worthy of being called an apex predator. There was no greater stature in Garrick's mind.

Whatever you need of me. It will be done.

Kvard51

2018-01-19, 11:53 AM

Lev sighs as he looks around at the others walking towards the Marshall. Why is he including me with this group? He makes his way to Setting Sun's side, trepidation writ large on his face. Wishing he could take a long pull on the wine bottle under his cloak, he tries to look expectantly at the dragon, knowing he is failing miserably. The last thing I wanted to do today was get involved in dragon affairs...

Kekmaster

2018-01-19, 02:59 PM

As Kelsenel approached the dragon with others, he thought that while Setting Sun's course of action was quite noble and honorable one, it may lead to even more dire enmity in the future. When you have limited resources, two sides who want to get them, and you try to make a compromise, there is a certain risk that you fail to please all. It looked like the majority of the citizens, most likely, will resist this peaceful politics as hard as they can, the refugees will start blaming the authorities that they don't do enough, the authorities will start to procure more and more strict measures... And it all ends in circle. Circle of blood and violence. Kelsenel chuckled at the thought he dared to doubt the dragon's decision, but that chuckle was not a joyous one, no, not at all.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-19, 04:41 PM

Once all involved have come up on the stage, Setting Sun speaks much quieter and more personable, his remarkably expressive features much more dire. No one else in the room could hear without mounting the stage themselves.

As I mentioned in my speech, there is simply no long term solution to this problem. The city can not possibly sustain this population forever. Therefore, I would like the five of you to journey to the north, through the Brass Mountains, to both the Nonian Kingdom and the Gillari Empire to seek someone who can take some of these refugees in. I give you all the authority of the Marshall to negotiate a settlement that allows for as many of the refugees as possible to go to either of those locations. Both have also been relatively untouched by the Black Snow,
so if on your journeys you can surmise why our region is so blessed, all the better. But your main goal is resettlement rights for the refugees so we can reach a maintainable population once more. All these measures I have proposed should buy you enough time to entreat both nations for cooperation, and I encourage you to negotiate as much as you need to to find some common ground. You will be given a stipend for travel expenses and writs of credit to access my funds in the bank of Abadar for emergency and negotiation purposes. Lev, you may do what you wish with your stipend, but if a gold piece of MY funds is used for brothels or personal alcohol consumption, I will personally pluck you from the earth and drop you in a lake. Any questions? He is much more frank and to the point than any of you have seen him before, underwriting the dire situation the city finds itself in.

Kvard51

2018-01-20, 03:30 PM

Lev listens with half an ear while trying to get a sense of the fools Setting Sun was saddling him with. What could possibly make him think I am a good choice to lead this expedition?

He gives a start as the Marshall addresses him directly, "Of course your excellency. I would never imagine using your gold to fund my unsavory habits. Perhaps, though, you could send a cask or two from your personal cellars, for use in delicate negotiations? A tent and a manservant to serve at table would be also be of use."

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-20, 11:56 PM

Tuari's heart sank as the dragon spoke. The words "no long term solution" echoed through his mind, a drumbeat of fear and confusion pounding against his normally stoic demeanor. He had come to Renault, come a very long way indeed, from the shadows of the Brass Mountains themselves, in search of help. Now not only was there no help forthcoming, he was being asked to travel back the way he came, empty handed, and with not even the barest whisper of help for those he had left behind.

He looked up at the dragon, a pleading look betraying his inner turmoil. He started to speak, not once but twice, but instead lowered his head in contemplation.

thelastorphan

2018-01-21, 09:56 AM

Garrick did not know other places had been little touched by this blight. Perhaps some of his Circle headed that way instead. Travelling was always exciting, living on the road and making your own way was what Garrick had always been taught to do.

He regarded those who would be his companions on the journey. He knew Mr Jagwaram seemed kind hearted and reliable. The half-elf he had just met was full of duty to his lord. The other two Garrick was less sure about. The smallman must have something to add to the journey, and the other smelled of wine, perhaps he and Garrick would get along.

He eyed Setting Sun for a good long moment considering that he had no alternative, making such a decision could not have been easy, even for a dragon. How long is the journey? When do we leave? He speaks swiftly but with respect. Garrick does not have a way with words so keeping them brief is usually best.

CasualViking

2018-01-22, 02:52 AM

"Aaaaaffirmative, Marshall. I will not let you down.". The short figure of Inspector Firomb meets the dragon's gaze without flinching.

The part about "Why are you sticking me with these ruffians, boss?" he keeps to himself.

Kekmaster

2018-01-22, 08:22 AM

Kelsenel's brows raised, as the dragon lectured his personal herald, but he decided to assess others more carefully later. For now it seemed like Setting Sun risked nothing - all of them were either disposable or replaceable, even the inspector and the herald. The task given... was strange, but after a second thought, somewhat logical. In case of failure, the dragon only lost a couple of people, in case of success - wow, the refugees' crisis is lifted!
— Well, looks like everyone has accepted this task, — Kelsenel chuckled, — Any hints about what dangers to expect and prepare for, especially in the mountains? Also, there were talkings about the dwarven clan wishing to reclaim their ancestral home in the Brass. Are we permitted to help them in this task, since it may also lessen the refugees' population of Renault?

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-22, 09:40 AM

Setting Sun sighs, forceful enough to blow your clothing like a stern wind. One cask of my private stock can go with you.
We have little enough to celebrate here that I can give you that. FOR NEGOTIATION PURPOSES. A manservant you can hire yourselves if you feel the need. I'd suggest hiring them on the other side of the Brass Mountains, as few here would be willing to make the journey. Though if you can find someone, feel free to purchase their services and bring them along. He turns his serpentine head to Garrick. The journey across the mountains should take two weeks if you make good time. You may stay on the other side as long as it takes you to determine some workable situation with the other nations for aid. My measures here should be able to keep our supplies going for many months, so do not worry yourselves about time. I'd suggest leaving tomorrow, if you can organize yourselves before then. Then he turns to Kelsenel. You may feel free to try to find the dwarf's ancient holds if you feel they have credence. I have flown over those mountains many times, and I have not found any hint of an underground settlement. Most of my historians doubt that any such hold exists, but the dwarven leader, Horace Helmsmith, fervently insists that there is an ancient settlement there. If it is within our territory, it could help greatly to return it to them. You have my permission to include it in negotiations if it is in Gillari or Noncian lands. As far as threats in the Brass, I have heard outlying settlements complain of goblins and orcs aplenty. It is a wild and untamed land, so you may find monsters to best in your travels- the borderlands settlements may have more information for you on that account. They also whisper of some strange cult in the borderlands, but I've found no evidence of this either. Then again, I cannot fit in many of the places such a cult would hide. It would be a great service to all of us, our neighbors included, if such a cult could be rooted out. If it is, the mountains could be an acceptable location for many of our more... exotic... refugees. He nods to each of you in turn, then rears up to his formidable height. He gestures to a town official, who works with another to bring forth a chest and a leatherbound portfolio. The chest contains thirty thousand gold, to be split evenly among you. I'd encourage you to spend much of it here so it can filter back into the community. These come from my personal funds, so don't worry about bankrupting the community. The portfolio is meant to protect documents designating you as representatives of the Marshall and the Empire, and requesting you be treated accordingly. It also contains several writs of credit to access my personal funds for emergencies and negotiation purposes, but I warn you- much of my "dragon hoard" has already been spent on your stipends, so I encourage frugality with your credit purchases. If any of you have any further questions, feel free to ask. Otherwise, I would recommend getting ready to go immediately. Tuari, I notice my words have diminished your spirit. This weighs heavy on my heart, so I will entrust the greatest of gifts to you... The dragon reaches back behind his wing and removes a single scale. It shines brighter than the rest, as though it is newly grown, and it hums slightly as the dragon whispers in draconic (Craft and Creation for those of you who speak it) and a leather thong appears and pierces the scale like an amulet. I have been enchanting this scale slowly for months with divination magics of great strength. It will hum louder and vibrate in the presence of magic, which could prove generally useful, but it's true purpose is to find magic attuned with the Black Snow. It will glow in the presence of greater magics related to the calamity, which will warn you if Black Snow is approaching, or, hopefully, find something to bring hope to the world in alleviating or eliminating this threat. Consider it my full endorsement of your quest to help your people, and hold it knowing it is a great tool for possibly saving all of Mundall from the greatest threat it has known. The dragon Marshall waits in case any of you have questions, but is obviously eager to move on to further business.

So it's 6 thousand gold apiece to outfit yourselves and for spending cash later on in the mission. I'm giving you all quite a bit because not all of your encounters will be as rewarding as adventurers of your level merit (though some will). The town is well equipped to serve the needs of adventurers, so any normal magical item purchases should be easily available. Anything exceptionally exotic should be run by me. You're also going on a long journey, so you're going to want to use some on food, mounts, etc. Oregon Trail style, places to buy more equipment may be few and far between, so prepare yourselves accordingly. You might want to go in on a wagon or cart to carry all of the supplies you may need (or bags of holding, if you don't want to deal with getting a wagon through the mountains with only yourselves to protect it).

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-22, 12:50 PM

Tuari expressed a bit of surprise at Kelsenel's statement; he certainly didn't remember agreeing to any such task, at least not yet. Though, how could he refuse?

As the dragon continued on, the plan at least made some sense. There was no help to be found in Renault, after all. Perhaps, if these other kingdoms were better positioned to accept refugees, they could also provide the much-needed supplies which he had hoped to procure. Six thousand gold pieces (per person!) was a breathtaking amount of money, surely more than enough to purchase whatever could be purchased -- if, and only if, it were for sale at any price. So, yes, he had to reluctantly conclude, this was a good plan after all.

The gift of the scale was a surprise, but this was a fine part of the plan, better than procuring supplies or reassigning refugees. Finding the source of the Black Snow would be essential, because, after all, there was no long term solution, nor any promise that those areas that had yet been unaffected would remain so forever. Tuari nodded -- well, half-nodded, half-bowed -- to the dragon, before turning to his partners-to-be. "We should discuss preparations for the journey. I am prepared to leave immediately, if you are able to do so as well, once we have purchased a quantity of food and water for the trip. We should not delay." It was clear that while leaving immediately was a suggestion rather than a demand, Tuari had no desire to tarry.

Kvard51

2018-01-23, 06:39 AM

Seeing the impatience in Setting Sun's stance, Lev gathered his wits and set off. "Let us meet back here on the morrow. I will gather needed supplies. I have a small matter I need to deal with this evening, a matter of possible significance for our journey. Handle your affairs, find a scrivener to record the disposition of any lands or monies you might hold in trust, and return after breakfast.

He turns back to the Marshall and bows from the waist. "By your leave, Your Sagaciousness..."

Kekmaster

2018-01-23, 11:07 AM

Kelsenel simply shrugged his shoulders(which resulted in a quiet clank of plate armor) at Tuari's surprise. It certainly *looked* like he was not about to refuse.
— My lord, forgive me, if i'm insolent, but why so much haste? While the matter of both refugees and Black Snow is crucial, you're not sending us on a regular hiking trip, and any allies, especially dwarves, could be very useful, if we have the time to get them, should we encounter enemies on our way. They certainly know how to bear grudges, but they also have a good memory for good things done to them, and that could prove valuable to Renault in the future, should the city help them reclaim their home. Also, is this mission secret? Are we supposed to tell anybody about it?, — to be honest, Kelsenel has his suspicions that right now he was going to meet the "dark" side of the dragon, especially with that impatient pose of his, but he just didn't like the sound of all this. The fact that everyone else were content at going alone in the mountains sprawling with orcs and other dangers, also didn't help much.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-23, 12:51 PM

CasualViking

2018-01-24, 01:03 AM

Catin Firomb seems lost in thought, pondering what to do with 6 thousand gp.

thelastorphan

2018-01-24, 12:17 PM

I shall head to the market then. With great honor, sir. Thank you. Garrick bows to Setting Sun before making to leave the meeting hall. A journey means more opportunity to find out what is causing this tragedy and finding either a way to reverse or at least stay the hand of this calamity. Also perhaps if he is lucky he will find one of the Druids of his circle.

Before leaving the stage he realizes perhaps he is being a bit rude to the others tasked with this. Turning back to face them. Would anyone like to go with me? I could give some guidance on an what animal to choose and what supplies you might need. He certainly looks the part of someone who gets along in the wild, with his bone necklaces and small trophies.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-24, 12:47 PM

"I will accompany you" Tuari replied simply, before addressing the others. "If you wish, we shall obtain adequate supplies for the journey, that you may attend to your personal matters. If you have requests for beasts of transport or burden, make them. If there are any items which you may already possess that you intend to bring, inform us so that we need not waste."

Kvard51

2018-01-24, 07:32 PM

"I will also accompany you to the market. We'll need a sure-footed pack mule to carry the wine and tents. Your skills should help with this. Also, I must hire a butler for the journey, as any important negotiation will require the services of onesuch."

Walking over to the druid, Lev proffers his hand, "Lev Siggurdsson,
at your service."

CasualViking

2018-01-25, 06:49 AM

"Here's 2.000 for my share of travelling supplies. I'll follow you to the market, I know a few traders to avoid", Catin pipes in. "I have a fully charged healing wand".

thelastorphan

2018-01-25, 10:28 AM

Garrick. He awkwardly shakes Lev's hand. Thinking to himself'this man is nearly as strong as the scent of wine about him, we will get along well'

I know little of diplomacy. Your advice does seem sound. And wine is always welcome. Garrick probably smells a bit of some sweet wine himself.

Kekmaster

2018-01-25, 10:25 PM

The dragon's answer left Kelsenel no room for but to bow and step away, following the rest of the newfound squad. He had to admit that this matter with the dwarves was... interesting, for the lack of better word. The dwarves said they had a settlement of something to reclaim in the Brass Mountains, but the dragon couldn't find traces of it. It looked like there was only one way to learn more - speak with this Horace Helmsmith. But that could wait, at least a bit.
— Kelsenel, — he briefly introduced himself, without proffering anyone anything, and only because he recollected that introducing yourself before speaking was the foundation of etiquette. — I suppose the dwarves can wait a bit until we get ready, so i will too accompany you. I think that we should get some extradimensional storing place, like the famed Bags of Holding -mules are easy to kill or scare and difficult to handle should we find ourselves on narrow slopes. You can also never get enough healing going on adventure involving orcs, goblins and strange cults. It is a shame, though, that the merchants won't give a damn of a discount even if i were the captain of the guard, but, at least, the cutpurses should stay clear.

Kvard51

2018-01-29, 11:56 AM

Lev makes his way to the market. All the haggling is too much for his current state, so he leaves the others to that and sets off to find a manservant for the trip.

thelastorphan

2018-01-29, 01:39 PM

Aside for supplies for myself I should be able to spare up to 1000gp towards anything else we might need.

Heading for the market the first place Garrick goes is to inspect some animals to find some suitable for such a trip and buy rations. The most necessary, his experience in the wild should help him here.

After that it's too the market proper to inquire about things too improve his own skill.

Gonna spend 4000 of my own on a +2 Dexterity Belt

And set aside money towards party supplies. Seems like we are going with the smaller bags and splitting up gear in case of emergency.
So if people want to subtract 695? (Bags, Wand, Rations) Then we can each buy individual needs gear like ropes and such and whatever sort of horse each person wants.

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-29, 02:00 PM

Assuming Kelsenel goes to visit Horace Helmsmith in the refugee camp.

The dwarven section of the camp is much better organized than the rest of the tents and storage that makes up the refugee community as a whole. They live in tents with dug-in holes in the ground to afford more room, each one of them a small basement home with side areas for storage and beds that are covered by the earth. With any other people this may be a living situation in danger of collapse, but the dwarves live more comfortably with earth overhead, and construct their homes impeccably. It doesn't take long to find Horace Helmsmith in the well ordered rows- his tent is the largest, though mostly this is to incorporate large amounts of communal goods, not to afford luxury. The dwarven head man comes out readily to talk to anyone asking about finding their home in the mountains.

"Aye, our legends and historical records tell many tales of an old dwarven home in the Brass mountains. With the wisdom of Torag, someone will find it. We intend to mount expeditions ourselves so that our clan home of Forge Fire can be relocated there. An earthquake destroyed our former home, so we've come here to find the home of our ancestors. If you manage to find it first, you will be rewarded with all we can assemble in the way of earthly possessions. We're that serious about finding a new place to live. It will not be as much as we once had, but it should be a considerable sum for a team of adventurers, including ancestral arms and armor we managed to scavenge from the ruins. I won't make you promise to find it, but if you do know you'll have the eternal gratitude of our people and a reward to boot."

Shopping

Between the town's resources and the intrepid shops and stalls set up by refugees, none of you have any trouble finding any gear an adventurer could hope for. Enchanters, weapon smiths, mages, and clerics are by no means a premium in the community right now, and all are willing to sell their services for coin.

Kekmaster

2018-01-29, 02:28 PM

Having dealt with the purchases, Kelsenel headed to the dwarven encampment. Alone. It seemed that no one of his companions was interested in talking with the shorties, and that was a shame. Kelsenel feared that their trek through the Brass would be the most dangerous part of the journey, and any piece of insight could prove vital. With all the order about their encampment, he even thought that the guard was not needed here. The half-elf indeed looked a bit alien here - with his officer's badge and guardsman's cloak, but, more importantly, he was tall! To his relief, finding Horace was not a difficult task, and the dwarf seemed to be friendly enough, and Kelsenel took the opportunity to speak with him:
— Hail, good dwarf! My name is Kelsenel Enelvial. The squad of adventurers of which i am part of is tasked of crossing the Brass, and while our primary mission is not connected to recovering your ancestral home, i am ready to keep my eyes open on my way. I came to you in hope you could provide some more details. Searching through the whole mountain chain, sadly, is not an option for us. I know that there are no signposts in the mountains saying "dwarven ancestral home right beneath", but anything could help - perhaps your legends and records tell of some specific area of special distinctive and recognizable signs of your people to look for in the mountains?

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-29, 04:15 PM

"We have documents stating our ownership of the clan hold, and they include some mention of a road that led down through the mountains, both to the north and to the south. It may have been destroyed or gone to ruin in the hundreds of years that have passed. If you find the road or the gate, you'll should be able to find it with no problem. Other than that we only know it to be under the mountain. Sorry we don't have more for ye." He wipes some sweat from his brow and smiles, obviously full of hope.

Kekmaster

2018-01-29, 04:50 PM

— Well... That's something, although not so much. Taking into the account that we will just pass through the mountains, not search them for the whole depth and width, i can't give you any promises. But if we are lucky and happen upon this road and gates on our way, i will make sure to send you a bird with a message or even use magics, if there is an opportunity., — Kelsenel paused for a moment, thinking about the next question, — By the way, don't your records state the reason of your leaving from the ancestral home? Maybe there is some threat larger than orcs and goblins lurking in the Brass? Maybe something we should be aware of?

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-29, 08:41 PM

Helmsmith scratches his head. "Our texts are vague on that, but mention something about a great horrible beast coming out of the mines, or a hoard of said creatures. Can't be sure which. If you're to claim the reward, I'd need something from the clan hold to prove that it is there. I'm not going to send my people into some gods forsaken hole just because you think it is dwarven. I'll need something to match against our records to make sure you're in a bonified dwarven clan hold."

Lev

In searching for a manservant, Lev doesn't have much luck. Most of the people who came to Renault came for safety or are already working for the Marshall, so good help is hard to find. After searching through the town and the camps, he does finally meet a rather disheveled looking fellow wearing an old waistcoat bearing brass buttons and nervously checking a miraculously advanced device to tell time that fits in his pocket. It must be dear to him, as something that rare could be sold and buy him a small apartment in Renault instead of a worn down tent. "I'd be happy to serve, sir. I was once a butler for a noble family bearing strong draconic blood in a city on the east coast of the empire. Unfortunately, hard times befell them, and then a tidal wave near washed the entire estate off of the rocks into the sea. I have a small folder here bearing letters of recommendation from the surviving patriarch of the family that he wrote knowing he'd have to let me go. I fear I'm no adventurer who can wield a blade, but I've picked up many a skill from my time of service and from my distant travels. I can cook for you, clean your equipment, set a formal table, carry your belongings, and keep them all in top shape, sir. If you'll have me. Due to my experience, I feel I must charge a bit more than your average baggage handler. Would a gold piece a day be out of the question?"

Kvard51

2018-01-30, 02:26 PM

"A gold piece per day? That seems a trifle steep. How adept are you at mulling wine?" He looks at the old waistcoat and disheveled appearance, seeing a bit of himself in the fellow. "I'll need you to prepare my meals, keep my clothes brushed, and set up my tent each evening. I also like to stay abreast of local gossip. Do you have an ear for such? Finally, the procurement and service of suitable victuals and beverages, and the service thereof are of the utmost importance. If you are confident in your abilities in these areas, I'll take you on."

purepolarpanzer

2018-01-30, 04:46 PM

The gentlemen doesn't smile, as it wouldn't be proper. He simply bows and nods. "Yes, sir, I feel I could suitably handle all of these services. I spent my late childhood mulling wine for the family. I'll gather my things and be off with you as soon as you wish to leave." It takes him a record breakingly short amount of time to pack all his things, and he does so in a quite orderly fashion. When he is done, he collects his stringy dark hair into a tight bun, slings his large pack onto his back, and stands ready to follow you to hell itself. "You may call me butler, sir, or by my given name, Hopkins."

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-30, 04:48 PM

Tuari had followed the group, speaking less than ten words during the entire trip through the market. He seemed keenly interested, and a bit surprised, in the prices for various items -- as though he'd had only a theoretical understanding of economics and never been to a market before.

CasualViking

2018-01-31, 03:43 PM

"So. Dwarven clanhold, overrun by some monster. Is that your sort of thing, gentlemen?", Catin asks his fellow travelers.

Stelio Kontos

2018-01-31, 04:15 PM

Tuari considered the matter for a short while. "I believe it would be best if we focused on the more pressing issue at hand. I do not believe you understand the urgency of the task."

thelastorphan

2018-01-31, 04:34 PM

Garrick regarded the smallman's question with a bit of surprise. Must be a brave man. My reputation is that of a hunter. With proper payment it is something I would be eager to do after the task at hand. No harm in poking around one of our camp nights in the mountains however. Garrick considered monster hunt's particularly dangerous, but the rewards were often great. And no one should be denied their home. Perhaps though the beast had been there first. It certainly interested him.

Kvard51

2018-02-01, 10:54 PM

"Make your way out to Monster Town, to the place where Setting Sun called the people together today. Anyone can tell you where I mean. Gather my kit.
Prepare it for an overland wilderness journey. Then take the second best cask of wine available in the Marshall's stores and bring it back to the meeting area. I will return with a pack pony and pack saddle. We will finish our preparation at that time." Lev watches closely to see if the fellow was sharp enough to remember what he had said, then turned to finish his shopping.

"Oh, what should I call you? You may call me Lev, or whatever seems fitting."

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-02, 12:31 AM

Kvard51

2018-02-03, 01:25 PM

"Hopkins, sir. As I mentioned. I will attend to these tasks with due diligence."

"Hopkins. I shall endeavor to remember that. He flips Hopkins a gold piece. "Your first day's pay. Will you prefer payment by the month, week, or day? An account here in Renault, or shall I pay you on the road?"

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-03, 02:39 PM

"You can pay me on the road sir. Should I fall to some misfortune, this would allow you to recover the funds and put them to better use. Only practical to do so, I think you'd agree. You may pay me by the week, as I find it eases the accounting of such matters."

CasualViking

2018-02-04, 12:10 AM

Catin picks up a pair of enchanted spectacles that he has been eyeing for a long, long time. He buys a bulk load of jerky in case Captain Flappywings fails to hunt for herself, and then goes shopping for reagents, accelerants, stimulants and other reagents.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-04, 02:01 PM

The next day

The crowing of roosters wakes you all up again, but this time to a darker day. The clouds hang heavy over the city, threatening to downpour at any moment. The milling about of the city is somewhat subdued, as everyone looks up at the sky, anticipating the rain that seems imminent. Still, despite the weather, the road to the north is dry for now and the call of adventure sings in each of your ears as you awake and prepare to meet up to head out on your long journey. You have agreed to meet at the city gate, and from there who knows what will come.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-05, 12:07 PM

Tuari arose a bit before dawn, practicing his forms as usual in the stillness of the early morning. His things had already been packed away the night before, after a careful study of his geographical tomes for any information that might be of help along the journey to be taken, and for any mention of the lost dwarven enclave (as that seemed to matter to his companions for reasons he didn't yet fully understand). After a brief washing, he hoisted his pack and bow onto his back and made for the stables. The morning mist felt quite comfortable against his chest, the cloak itself being the only covering for his upper body -- though he had selected a simple traveler's outfit for his appearance for the day. The lacing of the necklace of his new amulet around his neck had been carefully intertwined with the holy disc around his neck, and with the magic of the sleeves, only the latter was clearly visible. He gathered his horse and its belongings, already loaded across the horse's back, and led it by the reins to the city gates.

He stood quietly by the side of the gate, rehearsing in his mind the path that was to be taken to make their destination as quickly as possible.

CasualViking

2018-02-06, 09:09 AM

Catin wakes up early. His small apartment is bursting with clothes, bottles, boxes and supplies. He meticulous packs it all in his haversack, and makes his way to the city gates. His familiar is roaming the sky above him, looking for something to eviscerate and eat.

Catin foregoes breakfast this morning; he is feeling a bit queasy.

thelastorphan

2018-02-06, 12:02 PM

Garrick awoke and gathered his things, brushing the horse he had bought. A chestnut mare named Harlequin. She had a stubbornness and strength about her that the stable hand seemed unhappy about. Garrick figured she belonged in the wild. When their task ended perhaps he would free her, or keep her if she preferred.

He loaded the saddle bags with what small supplies and belongings he had and led the horse to the gate. Excited to head north and see a bit more of the world.

Kvard51

2018-02-06, 07:47 PM

Rising early was never easy for Lev, particularly after a night of debauchery. And since this had been his last night in civilisation for a while, last night had been particularly debauched. He had polished off the bottle of wine in his cloak, and made a serious dent in a bottle of hobgoblin firewater before he made his way back to the tent from the previous night. The goodbyes had been fervent, and the blackout that followed within his normal limits. At least until Hopkins had arrived to drag him to the meeting place with his fellow fools. He now stood, bleary-eyed and dehydrated, taking stock of the headache building just behind his left temple. Early returns suggested this would be a big one, but not the headache to end all headaches. He pulled the remnants of the bottle of firewater from his cloak and took a long pull, grimacing as he realized he could actually taste it...

"Hair of the dog, you know? Damn shame it has to taste like the dog."

Kekmaster

2018-02-07, 12:10 AM

Adventure... For Kelsenel, who lived in Renault for all his life, it was hard to believe that he really was to leave the city walls for good for a quite long period of time completely on his own - for months, no less, if no more. A slight grin cracked his lips while he was nearing the city gates, as he remembered how his father furiously called all adventurers "selfish cretins", when Kelsenel asked him if he could become one when he was only five years. He was all about duty and dedication. And Kelsenel...

Absorbed by his thoughts, the half-elf greeted the already gathered squad with a short, simple nod, leading his horse, packed with the good part of his supplies. He had to admit, that he really considered the horse more to be a carrier, than a mount - after all, he was a terrible rider. The animal didn't seem to be upset with this - after all, carrying food was much better than carrying a two-legged abomination, clad in metal armor.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-07, 04:07 AM

No fanfare awaits you at the gates as you all gather to leave. The city seems busy in all the best ways this morning, with the citizens going about their daily duties and the refugees milling about their camp. A sense of order has come to rest on Renault after the dragon's proclamations and initiatives. The first drips of rain begin to tumble down just as you all set out. Harlequin snorts when a fat drop lands on her nose, and Hopkin's small horse responds in kind. Thankfully for those who are inexperienced riders, the road is flat and devoid of stones, making the beginning of the journey a smooth one. While travelling through the camps several people, from children to old gaffers, look upon the lot of you with awe in their eyes. You hear people whisper that you've all been "chosen by the dragon" to "help them", to "save them", to "save the world" even. It seems rumors are flying about your mission, and the murmurs and occasionally shouted well wishes follow you all the way to the edge of the refugee camps, where tents and makeshift homes give way to fields and the occasional sprawl of trees.

According to Tuari's studies, this road should lead you through a village about two days to the north, then onward to a small town called River Wheel at the foot of the mountains after another two days. Then the mountain crossing comes, and that is where his information falls short. The pass used to be well traveled, but that was hundreds of years ago. Now, due to the rumors of monsters and other dangers, most trade goes around the Brass, taking weeks extra to stick to well worn routes. Your journey through them should take a week from foothills to foothills if nothing slows you, and you should arrive in the borderlands between the Gillari Empire and the Noncian Kingdom, roughly equidistant to either nation. However, as a soft, hazy rain begins to drizzle down from the sky, all of you have the feeling that your passage will not be as uneventful and quick as the Marshall hoped.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-07, 12:11 PM

Tuari, unbothered by the rain, mounted his horse as soon as the last of the party arrived at the gates. "I know the way" he remarked simply, setting his horse on a brisk pace.

thelastorphan

2018-02-07, 05:35 PM

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-07, 06:23 PM

Garrick pulls his hood tight as the rain falls. Hope this doesn't keep up. It could make parts of the road quite hard on the horses. He stays near the back of the group. Trusting his senses to hear anything they might pass in the rain. Riding the horse proves easy enough and it's training keeps it calm even in the rain and with all the people gawking. Garrick does not like this attention at the moment and finds it a bit hypocritical given things yelled at him the other day.

Taking stock of Lev's butler. Hail. I am Garrick. What's your name?

"Hopkins, sir. I am Master Siggurdson's butler. Though if you require my services and it does not interfere with my duties, I will work for you as well for tips. I live to serve, sir." The butler adjusts the knot of hair on top of his head, maneuvering the horse with his knees and showing some riding skill. His long, beak-like nose has water dripping from the tip as he considers you with half-lidded eyes.

CasualViking

2018-02-08, 02:50 AM

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-08, 10:27 AM

Tuari kept his eyes straight forward on the road, but a slight smirk broke out on his face ever so briefly at the last joke. "I am not certain what talents my masters have seen in me. I am somewhat educated in most academic areas, and have received training in various forms of combat, should that be required. The elders are most concerned with preserving our home; they deemed me best suited to seek assistance."

Kvard51

2018-02-09, 02:14 PM

Catin rides with the rest of the group; Flappywings is not too keen on the rain either, and is sheltered under her master's cloak. He rides up the head of the group, next to Tuari.

"So. What kind of talents do you bring to this expedition?", he asks, and then softens it with a grin and a self-depreciating "other than reaching stuff on high shelves?"Lev always hates these kind of questions. They skim too closely to what he would prefer to avoid, his father's legacy. His answers fall into his usual patterns of avoidance and irresponsibility, surely annoying the more orderly members of the team.

"I mainly sing or tell stories. Well, I mainly drink." he says as he takes a long pull on the bottle in his hand. "But I've got this big goblin-sticker in case I'm set upon by bandits who wish to steal my wine."

Kekmaster

2018-02-10, 05:30 PM

Tuari, unbothered by the rain, mounted his horse as soon as the last of the party arrived at the gates. "I know the way" he remarked simply, setting his horse on a brisk pace.

— Let me go first, — Kelsenel drew up with Tuari, — It is much better to catch an arrow or whatever they may throw at us when you have a suit of plate armor and a shield to interpose between, — he shakes his head, assessing the butler. If the man doesn't suddenly turn to be a fierce warrior, there is a great risk of not surviving the mountains for him. Lev should have really heed to the dragon's remark about hiring someone only on the other side of the Brass. Well, whatever, it was his own gold, afterall.

thelastorphan

2018-02-10, 06:41 PM

Kelsenel's comment strikes Garrick as bit condescending but he lets it pass, no harm meant. A beast needs no armor and nor does man if trained to use his body properly. The rain is unfortunate but it seems they will make a fine pace. No one seems to out of place in the saddle and the road is straight enough. Rain is auspicious though, Garrick utters a short prayer to Gozreh.

I'm sure we can all take care of ourselves in a pinch. I need no armor or sword to do that. And if need be I can hunt and forage for us as well.
Regarding Catin.What about yourself little master? Should I expect to see more fireworks if battle comes? Such things seemed useful if a bit unneeded most of the time.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-11, 10:04 AM

Tuari gave Kelsenel a brief smile. "Armor is an excellent choice if you intend to be hit."

Kekmaster

2018-02-11, 04:16 PM

Kelsenel smirks and nods to both Tuari and Garrick:
— Don't think i intended to undermine your abilities. Quick reflexes and nimble body are perfect when you see both your enemy and the direction of his blow, but when you are sitting in the lavatory with your pants down and suddenly find a crossbow bolt aimed at your belly, you'd better have some layer of fine steel to protect. The metaphor may seem strange, but if fits the concept of "ambush" surprisingly well.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-12, 11:46 AM

"I took no offense" Tuari replied. "Let us ride together?"

Kekmaster

2018-02-12, 05:54 PM

— Glad to hear. Well, i don't think someone's gonna attack us in so close proximity to Renault, so let's ride., — As Kelsenel is speaking these words, he even further enshrouds himself with his cloak, trying to give the rain as little surface of plate armor as possible. He will have to double, even triple check possible rust on his armor, if the weather continues going this way. The rain itself was of little hindrance for the half-elf, accustomed to long guard shifts in any weather.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-13, 01:59 AM

Sorry to move on without Catin's response, but it can always be done as the next post.
That night...
The rain stayed rather benign throughout the day, but as the sky began to darken with night the sky opened up and it truly began to pour. Torrential downpour turned the road into muck and made the horses miserable. When it began to be too dark to see a halt is called and Hopkins immediately begins putting up both Lev's tent and his own, erecting them hastily but with precision despite the river pouring down from the sky. There is a small copse of trees nearby, but there is barely enough room to pitch the horses down there for the night, leaving the rest of you out in the open. Thankfully your tents are well made, causing the water to pour down around them instead of soaking through. A fire is out of the question, leaving watches bleak and dark. As Hopkins begins his day's work under the cover of his small tent, the party begins to settle down for a miserable evening.

Perception checks, please, for each of your watches, and maybe some banter as you get ready to settle down.

CasualViking

2018-02-13, 07:22 AM

"Well;", the gnome says, looking out into the miserable rain. "I have worked for Setting Sun for some years now, as an Inspector. I'm fairly good at sussing out what actually happened, or is about to happen. I'm not much for shout-and-truncheon work, though. If I have to resort to violence, it tends to be explosive, indiscriminate and final.
The Boss can't torch every bandit hideout by himself, you know."

"Now, if you gentlemen don't mind, I'll turn in. Wake me up around midnight for my watch".

Perception check: [roll0], low-light vision. Flappywings: [roll1], low-light vision

thelastorphan

2018-02-13, 12:07 PM

I can take watch at the darkest point in the night. It won't affect my vision much.

Getting his tent set up quickly. Rain was terrible for his feathers, especially if they also got muddy. He made sure to stretch out a blanket over his horse as well. Poor creature surely wasn't used to this.

Should anything happen I will make sure to wake you all quickly. Shame there is no chance for a fire. It keeps wild animals away.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-13, 12:22 PM

Tuari struggled more than a bit with his tent, having purchased one large enough to house as many as four people. He spent a few minutes huddling over a piece of parchment trying to keep it dry enough that the ink wouldn't run, apparently deep in thought, before emerging from his stupor with a renewed vigor and a much more successful approach to the assembly.

When it came time for his watch, he removed a small, glowing stone from his pouch, placing it above his head, where it spontaneously began to orbit a few inches above, letting out a rosy torch-like glow into the surrounding night.

Perception when the time comes: [roll0]. No special vision; the ioun torch sheds normal light in 20' and increases the level to dim light for another 20' beyond that.

Kvard51

2018-02-13, 12:48 PM

Hopkins quickly and efficiently set the tents up. Lev used the time to tend to the animals and take stock of the group he had been thrust together with. Watching how they set up camp told him quite a bit about the type of men they were. At the very least, they showed cometence and willingness to handle the jobs they had to do.

When he enetered his tent, he removed his armor, setting it aside for Hopkins to oil. His sword he handled himself. Never trust the edge another man puts on your blade, right Da? Afterwards he drifted off into dream troubled sleep.

- - - -

The first hour of his watch was spent composing a poem to Shelyn, seeking her guidance on this mission. He didn't really expect an answer, but the act of obedince centered him for the day to come.

Perception for Lev's watch: [roll0]

Deific Obedience completed, +4 Perform (All) for 24 hrs.

Kekmaster

2018-02-13, 01:25 PM

After helping Tuari in setting his large tent and promising him to carry half of it starting from the next day(after all, Kelsenel didn't bother to buy one as he saw the monk purchasing one quite large enough to house almost all of them), Kelsenel volunteered for the first watch - he was accustomed to guard duty in any weather conditions, and hoped that during his part of the watch the weather will improve. Standing at the edge of their makeshift camp, in night's darkness he heavily relied on fey heritage of his mother to virtually sniff anyone out to come near enough.

Perception
[roll0]
Kelsenel uses Running Hunter's Stance(Primal Fury discipline, level 1) to get Scent 30'. Also he has low-light vision. When going to sleep he switches to Iron Pikeman's Attitude Stance(Piercing Thunder discipline, level 1) to negate penalties for sleeping in armor

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-13, 04:49 PM

"Thank you for your assistance. I have not used one of these before" Tuari remarked with a slight bow of gratitude. "I don't believe there is any need to have you carry it -- the horse seems well qualified to handle the burden."

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-13, 09:41 PM

The rain begins to slack a bit during the course of the night, receding to steady, fat drops when Catin is on watch. This makes the evening somewhat less miserable for him and Captain Flappywings as they stare into the darkness, acutely aware for trouble. Not long into his watch a streak of lightning crashes across the sky, followed by a loud boom of thunder. Directly after this, he hears a child crying and wailing in the dark, picking up in volume and tone when another bolt shakes the sky and earth. He cannot make out exactly where it is coming from, but it appears to originate from a copse of trees about a thousand feet away.

CasualViking

2018-02-14, 12:11 AM

"Wake up, Garrick. There's something out there. I will check it out." As Garrick gets up, Catin mounts his bird and flies towards the source of the cry.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-15, 02:49 PM

Taking to wing, Catin quickly makes his way over to the dense knot of trees. It is very difficult to see through the cover of the trees, but he manages to spot the origin of the cries- a child, tucked to the breast of a woman clad in rags, screams bloody murder while it's mother brandishes a branch like a haphazard weapon. Unfortunately, Catin can't make out what she is trying to hold off with the club from above, but from the reaction of the child it is something horrible. He does make out a chitinous keening that suddenly rises to a pitch even higher than the child's screams, a screech so piercing that Captain Flappywings reels back a bit in the air, assaulted by the sound. The woman drops her club to cover her ears, as does the child, but the screams and cries continue once the sound has faded. The piercing, buzzing keen is loud enough to ensure that everyone in camp awakes in a flash of audible pain.

It will take a number of rounds for anyone except Catin to join the fight, which means the alchemist and his mighty steed are alone for the moment. In order to join the fight Catin will have to fly into the trees, which grow densely enough to heavily restrict flight.The edge of the forest is also difficult terrain, adding just a bit of time to anyone coming to help. Feel free to post your reactions, as well as the amount of time it will take you to cross 1000 feet. Go get em, Catin.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-15, 03:50 PM

Tuari awoke wearing his breeches with their pouches, his cloak and new amulet (transformed by the sleeves into a thin shawl and bead necklace), and nothing else (his sleeves having been transformed themselves into thin armbands) with as much of a start as he was capable of, sitting up calmly but quickly in the safety of his tent, transitioning his mind from sleep to wake in the blink of an eye. He arose, grabbing at the pouch at his waist and placing the light stone into orbit above his head, and tossing his pack onto his back in a well-practiced motion. With that, he ran at top speed in the direction of the sound, keeping an eye out for the source of the disruption.

Round 1: get up, grab ioun torch
Round 2: place torch in orbit, grab pack
Round 3-10: Run, at 120' per round, or 960' total, before factoring in difficult terrain.

This will leave all weapons except shuriken, in belt pouch, back at camp. Oh well. At least I have my potions?

thelastorphan

2018-02-15, 05:59 PM

Garrick takes off at a sprint towards the noise. No need for shoes or fiddling around in a bag. If some threat is nearby he wishes to see what it is first and decide what to do after that.

Full run is 160' per round. Should take 5 rounds to get there with possible charge on round 5 depending on the distance at the end of round 4, not accounting for difficult terrain.

Kekmaster

2018-02-16, 10:27 AM

An unprepared soldier is a dead soldier. Than was one of the first lessons Kelsenel learned from his father. Even in times of peace, you should always be ready to face the enemy. Awoken by the horrible sounds, he is already fully armed and armored. Seeing as others charge towards the sounds, he follows them to the best of his ability, right after addressing Lev, who was unarmored and the least prepared to fight of all of them:
— Remain here, see to the camp's safety! There may be more of them around!

Switching to Running Hunter's stance for +10 ft. speed. Running for the patch of wood will take about 11 rounds(90 ft. running speed)
Has 1 oil of Magic Weapon, 1 potion of Enlarge Person, 1 Shield of Faith and 2 CLW in Adventurer's Sash(move action to retrieve).

Kvard51

2018-02-16, 11:49 AM

Kelsenel's statement sounds like good advice. But Lev doesn't have to be in a battle to affect the outcome. Singing and chanting in a loud voice, Lev attempts to fortify his new-found allies for the situation they might be facing.

Widely is flung, warning of slaughter,
the weaver’s-beam’s-web: ’t is wet with blood;
is spread now, grey, the spear-thing
before, the woof-of-the-warriors
which valkyries fill
with the red-warp-of- Randvér’s-banesman.

Is this web woven and wound of entrails,
and heavy weighted with heads of slain;
are blood-bespattered spears the treadles,
iron-bound the beams, the battens, arrows:
let us weave with our swords this web of victory!

Goes Hild to weave, and Hiorthrimul,
Sangrith and Svipul, with swords brandished:
shields will be shattered, shafts will be splintered,
will the hound-of-helmets the hauberks bite.

Wind we, wind we the-web-of-darts,
and follow the atheling after to war!
Will men behold shields hewn and bloody
where Gunn and Gondul have guarded the thane.

Wind we, wind we such web-of-darts
as the young war-worker waged afore-time!
Forth shall we fare where the fray is thickest,
where friends and fellows ’gainst foemen battle!

Wind we, wind we the web-of-darts
where float the flags of unflinching men!
Let not the liege’s life be taken:
valkyries award the weird of battle.

Raging Song: +2 Morale Bonus to STR and CON and +1 Morale Bonus to Will saves. -1 to AC. Cannot make use of CHA, DEX, or INT based skills other than Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride, or any ability that requires patience or concentration. You can refuse the effects.

CasualViking

2018-02-17, 01:53 PM

As Catin and Flappywings approach the woman, he quickly guzzles a potion, then disentangles himself from the stirrups, ready to jump down. "Just drop me off girl, then come on down when you can", he shouts to his trusty companion. With a fizzing beaker in his hand, he scans the undergrowth for any sign of enemies.

Drinking an extract of Shield (AC 22). I will throw a bomb if there's anything to bomb, otherwise I will jump down, getting Feather Fall from my talisman after 10', to stand with the woman.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-18, 10:27 AM

Round 1
When Catin falls down through the tree cover, branches and twigs snag at his clothing and turn his feather fall into something of a tumble. He manages to stay upright, landing on his feet in a burst of leaves in front of the woman and her child. As soon as he does he spots the offending terror- an arachnid creature the size of a large pony that takes several small steps back when Catin splashes down. Catin has seen enough fauna to recognize an ankheg, the large acid spitting creatures that plague the farmlands surrounding Renault. Adventurers regularly head out from the city to put a notch in the local population of these creatures, but Catin doesn't think that any of them have seen one like this. The creature is a horrific amalgamation of chitin and soft, human-like flesh, with bulky looking three fingered hands at the end of it's pincers that are clutched into knotted fists, and dozens of small mouths on it's thorax that gnash with human teeth, moaning and keening softly after their rather loud outburst. The creature seems uncertain of what to do with this newcomer to it's meal, and the hands at the end of it's pincers come together as it wrings it's hands. For a moment it is frozen in place, leaving Catin enough time to throw a bomb at this mutated creature.

CasualViking

2018-02-19, 02:44 AM

"oh **** oh **** oh ****", Catin babbles to himself. Above the treetops, Captain Flappywings senses his fear and tries to make her way down, eager to sink her talons into whatever is scaring her master. Catin flings his vial at the monster; in his minds eye, he visualizes the hit, the splash, and how the flaming liquid will coat the monster.

Swift: Horizon Wind Lancet for +1d6 damage. Standard: Throw bomb. Move: interpose between the monster and the woman. Attack [roll0] touch, damage [roll1] + catch fire 1d6/round, full round action reflex DC 15 to extinguish (2d base, 1 d stance, 1 d boost, 1 d catching fire)

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-19, 10:22 AM

Round Two
The bomb splashes across the beast in a torrent of fire, causing it to shriek and rear back, roaring flames engulfing it and wreathing it in painful light. The creature falls to the ground and begins to roll in the dirt, trying but failing to put out the flames. It's legs curl up in the air, obviously dead, but it's keening screeches are not for nothing, however, as two more ankhegs burrow up from the ground and angrily rush Catin, jaws open wide to attack him. One of them has eight human eyes in place of it's arachnid ones, the other has a set of human jaws inside it's mouth that eagerly chatters for gnome flesh. In their eagerness, their jaws impede each other and prevent them from grabbing him. They do both move directly up to the gnome, leaving little breathing room for the alchemist. Captain Flappywings does manage to make his way through the tree cover and enter this impromptu arena, ready to give his master assistance.

The ankhegs are close enough that there is no way to 5 foot step out of their reach with the woman behind you blocking your path. What will our intrepid adventurer do now!?!? Find out next time!

CasualViking

2018-02-22, 07:26 AM

Catin keeps his eyes, outnumbered as they are, on the monsters. He waves his basket-like bombchucker glove in front of them, while his other hands finds a bomb vial, slips it out of the loop, twists it and tosses it, all without taking his eyes of the vermin.

Fighting defensively (AC 24) to throw a bomb (which provokes, so, assuming i'm not grappled or dead): Attack [roll0], damage [roll1] (touch) and On Fire; Splash damage 6, ref DC 15 for half. Flappywings drops down on the other ankheg with both talons, Attack [roll2], damage [roll3], Attack [roll4], damage [roll5]. Then I'll take a move action to get my back against atree, at least.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-22, 01:31 PM

Round 3
Captain Flappywings descends like a lightning bolt, but nearly flys directly into the jaws of one ankheg, forcing him to peel off to avoid being brought down by the grasping jaws. Catin's luck is not much better, as his throw is interrupted by the grasping jaws of the ankheg with human teeth. The pincers clamp down on his arm before he can release the bomb and drag him down to the ground. The human-like mouth opens up and belches a splash of acid down over Catin's arm, which sizzles into the bleeding gouges on his arms. The other ankheg tries to join in on the violence, but the harassment of Captain Flappywings keeps his jaws at bay.

The party arrives now to assist, just as things are looking dire.

One of the ankheg is successful on it's attack of opportunity, dealing 15 damage with it's jaws and 3 damage with it's acid ability.
It is also successful in it's grab attack, latching onto Catin and rendering him grappled.

Kekmaster

2018-02-23, 01:33 AM

Kelsenel realized that the situation was grave the time he awoke from the sounds. And now, seeing a couple of ankhegs, one of them already preparing to digest Catin... There was no time to waste. As his fauchard descends on the insect's skull, human-mouthed or not, he lets out a terrifying roar which would make even some barbarians nod in acknowledgement. It was supposed to be a shout of encouragement for allies, but the enraging song of Lev turned it into something much more primal.

Swift action Encouraging Roar(Golden Lion, 1, Boost) for +2 morale bonus to attack and damage rolls for all allies in 60 ft. radius.
Standard action Enraging Strike(Iron Tortoise, 2, Strike) with +10 dmg at the ankheg grabbing Catin. If attack hits, ankheg has to make Will save(DC18) or attack Kelsenel at -2 penalty.
Attack [roll0] damage [roll1]
Aegis class feature grants all allies in 10 ft. radius +1 morale to AC\Will(Will doesn't stack with Lev's song, if you accepted it)
Kelsenel also has Reach weapon.

thelastorphan

2018-02-23, 02:43 AM

Garrick does not accept the magic he feels in Lev's words. He is too focused on what is ahead of him to take in the ballad. When he arrives alongside Kelsenel the roar steels Garrick's resolve and he charges the next nearest beast. A claw manifesting as he sweeps it upwards from the ground to the bottom of the creature's jaw.

Assuming a charge
Attack [roll0] Damage [roll1]

CasualViking

2018-02-23, 09:41 AM

Hearing the others approach swiftly, Catin curls up to protect his soft, tender flesh from the slavering jaws of these monsters, and utters a wordless prayer to Abadar.

Full defense, AC 20, CMD 14, including penalties from being grappled.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-23, 10:17 AM

Tuari, seeing Catin engulfed in the monstrous creature's jaws, strode swiftly forward, having blocked Lev's song from entering his inner mind. All such creatures have nervous systems, and disabling it quickly was the best solution. He drew back his hand, fingers at a knife's edge, and took precise aim at the beast's neck, letting out a high-pitched yawp as he did so.

Swift: assume Crane Style, though not using it yet because not yet fighting defensively
Move to the ankheg eating Catin
Attack: Stunning Fist [roll0] to hit, [roll1] +2 damage (second die electrical damage); if hits Fort save DC 14 to avoid being stunned. Attack roll doesn't count any potential cover penalties from the grapple in effect.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-23, 11:39 AM

The party descends upon the ankhegs with fury and resolve in equal measure. The creature holding onto Catin has it's head smashed in two by Kelsenel's blow while simultaneously Tuari's fist buries deep in it's thorax, spattering a disgusting mix of insect ichor and red blood into the air. Catin is spattered with teeth when Kelsenel's blade withdraws, a horrific reminder that these creatures are not normal. Garrick's claw slices into the remaining beast, who gives a insectile shriek of pain as more red blood and ichor leaks through the wound. The creature realizes that it is heavily outnumbered, it's hand-like pincers and feet beginning to scrabble in the dirt to try to carry it away. Open like this, it doesn't stand a chance when the full fury of the party is vented on it for one more attack each, leaving the creature a half-buried pile of pulp. Soon enough, everyone is left panting and covered in a grotesque mixture of arachnid juices and human spatter.

There's no way this thing survives the attacks of opportunity it's going to get from trying to dig away, so I just wrapped things up with that. Good news, everyone! You demolished your first encounter. Time for some reactions, some cleaning, and maybe a celebratory drink or four.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-23, 05:20 PM

Tuari gave Catin's wounds a quick glance, quickly assessing that the little man's wounds were not immediately life-threatening. "I shall assist you momentarily, if you wish" he said, before removing the clasp of his cloak and the sleeves on his arms entirely, letting the cool rain wash away the creature's grime from his shirtless form.

CasualViking

2018-02-24, 02:52 PM

"Yes please", Catin says through gritted teeth. "Now, miss. How did you come to be out here in the woods, chased by these monsters?" says, putting on his most trust-me-I'm-in-control-here face on.

[roll0]

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-25, 10:49 AM

The mother clutches her child to her chest, looking up at all of you with great admiration after you saved their lives from those creatures. She Steps forward and bows slightly, which seems odd in her scattered rag-like clothing. "Master heroes, I... I must admit... I came to beg. I know the Marshall dragon gave you much gold, and I know you may need it for saving us from the Snow Black, but my Evianne is sick. So sick. And no cleric in the city will help a far away refugee like me. They say if I bring coin, they heal her. Can you give coin to me so Evianne be healed?" This is a younger woman, though she appears to carry to weight of a tough life in her drawn, hungry face and clasped hands. Her Imperial Common is very rough, leading you all to believe she is from quite far away. "We set out after you. Saw you leaving, but too afraid to ask. Lost you in the rain, and tried to make sleep in these trees. That when monsters come." She looks on you all, partly in awe, partly in shame. Her child peeks out from her breast, fascinated by the men who made the monsters die.

Kvard51

2018-02-25, 07:20 PM

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-25, 10:01 PM

Tuari smiled as best he could. "Bring the child to our camp, let us see what we can do for her. The rain cannot bring her health."

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-25, 11:35 PM

Waiting seems interminable when you are sober. And Lev is sober for the first time in a week. Sure, he's been sipping on a wine bottle all day, but he put it away instead of finishing it when he went to his tent for the evening. The first night on the road always brought some calamity, in his experience. The fact that his experience had proven right once again only made him wish he was drunk all the more.

"How long before I should go after them, Hopkins? Surely they have handled whatever rough beast the flying gnome found to conquer by now, don't you think?"

"I would say that five minutes is the most acceptable time period sir. Long enough to allow them time to defeat a foe, but not long enough for the foe to recover should it fell them all. It respects their prowess without seeming cowardly, and shows personal investment without putting one at too much risk. But this is quite outside my expertise, sir. I would defer to you on how long one should avoid conflict, as you have more experience. With conflict, I mean. Sir." Hopkins is busy drying your cloak over a small whisper of flame he has managed to coax at the entrance to his tent. It's hard to see him through the smoke, but his words, if not his voice, carry a hint of sarcasm.

thelastorphan

2018-02-26, 09:14 PM

Garrick stood a moment struck by the foolishness and bravery of this woman. "We will at least get you out of the rain." He sounded a bit rough but this should be a learning experience, for her and the child.

At the idea of giving her money to heal her child Garrick looked at his companions trying to read if any of them would do so. Hearing no immediate voice. How much do they ask for the healing you need? I could be willing to spare that much and not a copper more depending on the amount."

Listening to what the woman says and trying to get a read on whether or not she speaks the truth Garrick narrows his eyes and waits for an answer.

Sense Motive [roll0]

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-26, 10:08 PM

"The clerics say they will heal her for one hundred fifty pieces of gold. Any more than that would simply pay for food for us for more days, or a tent to make a home with." She seems completely honest. You can tell she'd like more than 150 gold, but that her priority is to heal her child.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-26, 10:16 PM

"If the purpose of your journey is to heal the child, then let us see to her healing. I have been somewhat educated in such matters. What are the particular ailments with which she is afflicted?"

Kekmaster

2018-02-27, 03:18 AM

As the rage subsides, Kelsenel lets his companions do the talking and kneels over the corpses of the defeated ankhegs. There was something strange about them - human eyes and jaws. It looked like these were the product of some malignant experiment - magical in nature, no doubt. Unfortunately, this was the only thing that the half-elf could deduce from examining the corpses. This was, probably, the first time in his life when Kelsenel regretted he didn't dabble more in magic, at least the theory of it. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and made a deep breath. He was by no means an expert of smelling dead ankhegs, but the foul odor of pestilence and decay, seemed perfectly appropriate for two insects recently slain in a most brutal manner.

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-27, 09:19 AM

"If the purpose of your journey is to heal the child, then let us see to her healing. I have been somewhat educated in such matters. What are the particular ailments with which she is afflicted?"

"She has the fever. She sweats or... craps... all her water. Has trouble keeping food in her stomach. I would not have bothered you, but I fear she has death soon. Please, if you can help her I will request none of your money. I can beg in the square for food when the nice guard allows." She seems frantic and hopeful at the idea that Tuari may be able to help.

Kelsenel

While observing the gore particularly close, Kelsenel notices that one of the ankhegs was a female. He only knows this because there is a human foot among the remains, small and malformed. In looking closer, he can see a nearly fully formed human body with two sets of legs and two sets of arms, alongside a ankheg's jawed skull. The child seems to be dead in the remains of it's mutated mother.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-27, 10:52 AM

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-27, 12:40 PM

"I see. And this began suddenly, or gradually?" Tuari began to rack his brain for potential sources of illness. "Evianne, I must touch your belly. Will you let me do that?"

I guess I'll start by taking 10 on a Heal check (result: 17) to try to treat a disease? That takes about 10 minutes. Also, we'll slip a lay on hands in there, to heal [roll0] damage, if that will do anything.

"It came on over time. First sweating, then food going through her body fast and messy, then the food coming from her mouth." Tuari's healing skills help him identify that the child has cholera. When he touches Evianne's stomach the child winces in pain and screws up her face, a common sign of the disease, along with the diarrhea, vomiting, and dehydration. It is a very cut and dry case, but unfortunately treatment is a long term process. The child must be given pure, clean water near constantly, and eat plenty of fish and fruits to balance her system. There are several treatments involving herbs and medicines that are expensive, but effective in reducing the duration of the disease. It is particularly lethal in children, and particularly expensive for someone in her position. Magical healing has no real effect outside of a remove disease spell, which would clear things up nearly instantly as long as the caster's magic is strong enough.

Kvard51

2018-02-27, 08:40 PM

thelastorphan

2018-02-28, 12:43 PM

Garrick sits and waits patiently for Tuari to finish his investigation. We are in a bit of a hurry, our mission is urgent. He shuffles around in his bag and sorts a coin purse from a short distance. Putting 170 gold pieces inside, trying not to let the woman see. He returns to the woman and her child. Seems to me you were honest with me and I will share with you as I said. He puts the coin purse in her hand without another word and motions to head for the camp. Waiting for Kelsenel and Catin to finish poking around.

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-28, 01:08 PM

Tuari spoke quietly to the mother, temporarily oblivious to Garrick's actions. He gently tousled the child's hair. "You will be well soon, Evianne. Be strong for your mother until you are healed."

Turning to the mother, he continued "Your child has a disease known as cholera. It is most frequently transmitted through unclean water. There are non-magical treatments, anddietary restrictions, but... let me see if we can take up a proper collection." He glanced over to see Garrick's action, nodding in approval. "It seems that a proper collection has been taken. Please, use it wisely. In future, you must be very careful about the sources of your water, boiling it if there is any question as to its purity, and if you recognize any signs of the illness recurring, you must thoroughly cleanse your water containers, as they will hold and strengthen the disease. Do you understand?"

He patted his side in thought, considering a further matter. "I do not know where you first contracted this illness, but, assuming that you have resided in the city for a period of time, it is possible that a water source within the city or the encampment is contaminated. I must ask that you deliver a note to Setting Sun's officials as soon as you are able, and explain in as much detail as you can remember any sources of water you may have used over the last week. It is important that you do so, no matter what, that others not suffer as you have. Please render this service as full recompense for this money." He reached into his pack, retrieving a journal and charcoal stick, scribing a quick note alerting Setting Sun to the possibility of a cholera outbreak within the city or surrounding encampments, with a particular emphasis on shared water sources.

As the pair left, he asked Garrick "How much did you give her?"

purepolarpanzer

2018-02-28, 01:45 PM

"It has surely been five minutes, wouldn't you say Hopkins?
I think I must go and check on our companions. I pray to Shelyn they are still alive."

Not waiting for Hopkins response, Lev hefts his greatsword and heads towards the location of the earlier screams.

Lev finds the group nearby in a copse of trees. Tuari and Garrick are speaking to a woman who clutches a small child to her breast, apparently negotiating some form of charity. Kelsenel is kneeling over the bodies of several monstrous ankhegs with apparent signs of mutation. The mother was just nodding to Tuari, thanking him and Garrick earnestly for their assistance in broken common, both for slaying the monsters and giving her some form of monetary aid. It is readily apparent that she is a poor refugee come this way from Renault, apparently to try to meet up with the lot of you for help.

thelastorphan

2018-02-28, 05:18 PM

Stelio Kontos

2018-02-28, 05:48 PM

"One Hundred and Seventy. She was honest, and I thought I would reward that. She asked for no more than she needed." Garrick smiled slyly. "I appreciate you distracting them while I counted it out."

"I did not intend to distract. It was important that they understood the source of the problem, so that they do not repeat it." Tuari replied, without a hint of slyness. "Please tell me how much you wish me to compensate you."

Kvard51

2018-02-28, 06:27 PM

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-01, 12:21 AM

Arriving just in time to see the exchange of funds, Lev shakes his head. Money may become dear on this trip, even with the Letter's of Credit from Setting Sun. But he knows he wouldn't have been able to say no either.

Looking at the ankhegs, he feels disgust well up. "What in the hells are those?" he says, looking around the group. "Are you all alright? Or does someone need healing?"

Knowledge (Arcana) [roll0]
Knowledge (Nature) [roll1]

Lev doesn't know how or why, but he knows that someone bred and mutated these beasts, though seemingly for no specific reason. Many of the mutations are not advantageous, or even serve as a hindrance. Their larger size is more of a hindrance underground, which is their natural habitat, and the human flesh sections must be in excruciating pain when digging, as opposed to chitinous armor. These creatures were changed by someone not to optimize them for any purpose, but simply to change them into these warped perversions.

Knowledge religion checks, but only for those who are trained.

Kekmaster

2018-03-01, 03:27 AM

The realization of what exactly he saw right now almost made Kelsenel immediately recoil. Almost. A whole swarm of questions settled down in his mind. Were these ankhegs-turned-humans? Or the other way around? It looked like the latter, especially with that unborn child. It was good, very good that the woman they saved was distracted by others and couldn't see what Kelsenel saw. He remembered the whispers about the strange cult. Could it be their doing? If it was, the more reasons to wipe them out. But it looked like the answers to these questions lied in the settlements ahead, from whence the rumors came in the first place.

He didn't answer anything to Lev, just shook his head, his face more pale then usual from the sight.

Kvard51

2018-03-01, 05:45 AM

His mind reeeling at the implications of what he was seeing. Why would someone possibly want to create these abominations?

Knowledge (Religion) [roll0]

CasualViking

2018-03-01, 06:22 AM

"I got chewed up pretty good", Catin says absent-mindedly, while he stares at the monstrously mutated creatures.

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-01, 03:28 PM

His mind reeeling at the implications of what he was seeing. Why would someone possibly want to create these abominations?

Knowledge (Religion) [roll0]

Lev has roamed far, and heard a bit more than the others about the cults of Lamashtu. These cults are generally on the edge of civilization- close enough to menace them, but not close enough to be readily stomped out. They believe in mutation and malformation of creatures, be they man or beast, to glorify their foul god and extend her presence in the world. They often make pets of such monstrosities and unleash them on the civilized lands to rampage in their mutated anguish. These would seems to clearly be the handiwork of such a cult because even the most evil of gods other than her would not likely befoul a creature to this extent. The fact that it is so close to Renault bodes ill.

thelastorphan

2018-03-01, 06:07 PM

"I did not intend to distract. It was important that they understood the source of the problem, so that they do not repeat it." Tuari replied, without a hint of slyness. "Please tell me how much you wish me to compensate you."

"No compensation needed, and my comment was a joke." Garrick replied with a dry tone.

Thinking about the Ahnkegs. These must be coming from somewhere nearby. We need to be careful in the pass and surrounding villages.
Lots of rumors there of cults to the mother of monsters. Seems there is some truth to them. Such things were perversions of the natural order. Garrick spits on one of them. "Lets finish the night and move on early tomorrow, agreed?"

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-05, 11:47 AM

The night passes without further incident, and the rain even lets up about an hour after the situation is resolved. The sun rises early, and for the first time in a long time you all awake naturally instead of to the sound of roosters crowing like mad. When you awake Hopkins has started a small fire which he is using to dry the last of Lev's gear, painstakingly holding each piece over the fire until it is wonderfully dry. It promises to be a sunny day, perfect for drying the road and making the first leg of your journey an easy trip.

Anything before we advance?

CasualViking

2018-03-07, 10:27 AM

Catin sleeps in, until the noise of the camp awakens him, happy to be rid of the sound of roosters crowing (and dying messily). Flappywings is busy messily disemboweling a rabbit, occasionally eating choice bits of flesh, but mostly just tearing it into small chunks.

"What a blessed day for traveling, Eh?", he says to no-one in particular, as he stretches, yawns, and sets out to devour the last of the breakfast. Then he mounts up, ready to ride out.

Kvard51

2018-03-07, 12:06 PM

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-07, 02:23 PM

The night before

Tuari looked at Catin, applying his hands to the wounds. "You are fortunate, to have experienced failures from which you can recover and learn. I pray that you shall take these lessons to heart."

The morning

He arose early, for the final watch, standing outside the tents with the ioun torch orbiting his head, poised to strike out against anything that came from the night. The rain stopping was a welcome pleasure, bringing a stillness that elicited a proper contemplation. As the others arose to start their day, he practiced his forms in great detail, before taking a minimal time to pack his belongings and eat a few pieces of fruit.

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-08, 12:50 AM

Waking early with a clear head was not among Lev's favorite activities. But his travel companions were relentless, already clanging around the camp. He could smell woodsmoke. Perhaps some coffee? "Hopkins, if you would bring me a spot of coffee, I'll see to getting dressed and ready to travel. And ask Catin to step in so I can check his wound, if you will?"

"Of course, sir. I'll have a pot on in just a moment." Hopkins rapidly attends to this request, then taps Catin on the shoulder. "Sir, Master Siggurdsen would like to meet with you this morning to further address your wounds."

Kekmaster

2018-03-08, 07:34 AM

Kelsenel sleeps uneasy this night, the memories of the fight and the nature of the "ankhegs" still fresh, and eventually wakes up quite early, with almost half of an hour of Tuari's watch remaining, unable to sleep further. Before starting his dense breakfast, he had to spend quite a few minutes to take care of his plate armor, making sure there would be no chance for rust to settle in after the rain. As others wake up and prepare for the next day, the half-elf addresses everyone with a question:
— So what do you think of what happened this night? Surely, our primary mission is about resolving the refugees' crisis, but the fact these... warped creatures lurked just a day's way off Renault is quite disturbing.

CasualViking

2018-03-09, 02:01 AM

"Disturbing indeed, comrade. I'm not too concerned about Renault, but the small outlying farms and communities - and the roads - those concern me. I fear we may find that stinking, overcrowded, starving Renault was Elysium compared to what we find out here".

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-09, 11:03 AM

"What do you know of those creatures?" Tuari inquired. "I have not read about such as those. Obviously, there was some sort of magic involved..."

thelastorphan

2018-03-09, 11:20 AM

Tuari's question does not go unnoticed by Garrick. "As I said before they are proof that rumors of Lamashtu cults out in the farmlands and foothills are true." He shook his head. "A wretched deity perverting nature to her whim under the guise of survival of the fittest. I shudder to think at what the cults are doing to help the farmers out here."

Garrick gathers his things and loads them on to his horse. "We will need to be wary, and I imagine that if a village seems to have more food than it should, we may not want to eat anything." A grim look on Garrick's face.

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-09, 11:31 AM

"Lamashtu, of course!" Tuari exclaimed, briefly overexcited at the discovery. "Yes, that would explain everything nicely. I should have thought of it. Thank you for enlightening me."

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-11, 04:22 PM

The next day makes for easy travel, with a pleasantly dry road and no lack of forage for the horses. It's easy to let the worries of the dark fall away as the birds of high summer flit back and forth overhead and big bumbly bees hum from flowered tree to flowered tree. Before you know it the sun is starting to fall, but just as it does you come across a sign, poorly written but artfully carved, reading "Village- Old Orchard- 5 miles. Inn, Stable, Tavern". The lettering is scrawled onto an artfully carved apple, stuck to a post next to the road. Underneath the sign there is a small stone butterfly of Desna where small offerings have been left- a hand carved wooden spoon, a few colorful candles that are unlit, and a sturdy pair of boots. The shrine has a small roof erected over it to protect it from the elements, but it still appears that everything got a bit wet in last night's rain.

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-11, 08:27 PM

"I believe it is customary to make a small token offering as thanks for safe travels" Tuari remarked, fishing into his belt pouch and producing a tiny throwing star. "I am not certain that a weapon is best, but..."

He placed the shuriken quietly on the shrine. "We should travel at least as far as the town, and perhaps beyond. It would be foolish to waste such good traveling conditions."

thelastorphan

2018-03-11, 11:31 PM

Garrick followed suit and plucked one of his feathers. A token he thought fitting. "As the crow flies" He smiled at what he thought was a bit of joke. The gesture, however, was genuine. Nothing travels as swiftly as a bird.

CasualViking

2018-03-12, 03:51 AM

"Oooh, thank you Desna", Catin sneers, "for granting me luck in my travels on this built, maintained and patrolled road that just happened to be here".

Kekmaster

2018-03-13, 04:14 AM

While Kelsenel acknowledged the gods and didn't look down upon those who chose a more pious walk of life, he himself preferred to rely only upon himself, and not the help of someone, however omnipresent and omnipotent they could be. So, he simply watched as others gave their offerings(or not, like Catin).
— Old Orchard. I do hope that they fare well, but the overall situation and Renault and the presence of corrupted ankhegs we saw just yesterday kill this hope outright. Let us indeed proceed forward as fast as the weather allows.

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-15, 10:30 AM

Hopkins reaches into his pack and puts a small pair of child's gloves on the shrine, uttering a small prayer before mounting back up. It would seem he is an active worshiper of Desna. Without any more aplomb the group moves onward towards Old Orchard, seeking to get there before it gets too dark.

That evening...
It is easy to see the bonfire, even from two miles away. As the party approaches Old Orchard, any fears of the flame are replaced by confusion or bemusement as the music starts to carry on the wind. It is also possible to hear whooping and celebratory yelling. This appears to be a small village of around three hundred souls, and all of them appear to be out and about in the village proper celebrating something. As you all come close to the town it becomes apparent that it has the atmosphere of a fair or a holiday, but the reasoning behind it becomes more confusing. All around the village there are holes that match the size of the ankheg burrows you saw earlier, as well as acid scarring on several of the outbuildings. It would appear that this town was attacked much in the same way you were, though by greater numbers. Still, there are no signs of dead or wounded, just happy, celebrating townsfolk dancing and drinking while the fire in the center of the village grows larger and larger. Then you all hear the same shrieking, keening squeal you heard from the ankhegs, but it is met by a cheer from the villagers as the flames lick high into the night. Rounding a corner, you can see that there are several dozen ankhegs.... dancing. This is the only way to describe the circling, rythmic movements of the monsters as they circle a well dressed man who plays a flute. The man springs a two step jig, then plays a few fluttering notes on his flute, after which two of the monsters leap into the fire, causing the whole crowd of onlookers to cheer. A young woman passes a mug of ale into Tuari's hands and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Outsiders! Have you come to see Horatio save the town? Yer a bit late to catch the action, but feel free to join in the afterparty! All Hail Cayden Cailean!"

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-15, 02:07 PM

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-15, 03:20 PM

Tuari looked at the young woman who had just planted one on him with a bemused look on his face.

"I thank you for your attention and hospitality, but I do not drink alcohol. I must ask, why are the creatures immolating themselves?"

"It's Horatio's magic flute! The creatures cannot resist it's tune! He can drive them like a dog drives sheep with it!" She grins wide, spreads her arms, and spins away to dance with an enthusiastic older man.

CasualViking

2018-03-16, 02:32 AM

"Yeah, I like this about as much as I liked my Granny's medicinal tea", Catin mutters under his breath.

Kvard51

2018-03-16, 09:34 AM

Lev perks up at the words "afterparty". He was three days sober and really starting to regret it. "I'm always available for parties. Where will we be gathering for the blessed event?"

The magic flute is also interesting, and Lev resolves to find this Horatio and get a look at it before the night is done.

thelastorphan

2018-03-17, 06:06 PM

A beast controlling flute. Garrick scoffs at the display before him. It is all too unnatural and reeks of something darker.

When presented with a drink however he takes it and resigns himself to simply listening to the hustle and bustle. No need to make any sudden moves, leave that to the herald. After all it's his job to directly represent Setting Sun. Garrick has little in the way of people skills.

Kekmaster

2018-03-18, 04:03 AM

Normally, Kelsenel didn't have anything against loud parties or celebrations - he would just try not to participate in one, given the possibility, preferring solitude. But this one... between the traces of the attack, the ankhegs, jumping into the fire on a whim of some magical flute, and the people, not giving a single eye to all of this, instead happily celebrating Caiden Cailean? This seemed like madness.

The mention of Caiden Cailean rekindled his memories about the meeting Setting Sun organized to find the solution for Renault. Could this Horatio be one of the Caydenites? Or someone else? The questions piled up, without a single answer. Refusing any drink or food(provided if someone offers them) with a stern gaze, Kelsenel shakes his head, lost in thought. The ankhegs seemed to obey the flute player blindly and completely, but still, there were several dozens of them!

— It is good to see that this hamlet is safe, but for how long? A bit of overconfidence on Horatio's part, a slightly wrong tune, and the next moment the ankhegs slaughter the so much conveniently densely gathered people. Maybe, we should see to this matter first, then join any afterparties?

CasualViking

2018-03-18, 07:22 AM

"That is a very good idea. I'm going to get airborne, ready to start bombing them if this breaks. Or, you know, otherwise turns ugly. This whole magic flute thing smells fey."

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-19, 02:03 PM

People make way for the mounted strangers, allowing them through to the center of the town and the roaring bonfire. Horatio, spotting new comers, plays a crescendo on his flute, and all the remaining ankhegs pile onto the fire, shrieking and howling even as they kick and struggle to get to the center of the fire. Soon there is nothing but a quickly consuming pile of corpses. The stench is amazing, but the townsfolk appear to be more than capable of ignoring it. Breathing hard, Horatio approaches the group, still with a spring in his step. "Too late, fellow adventurers! I've already handled the menace here! If you're looking for work, you may want to head on down the road. If you're looking for a good drink, some dancing, and a place to stay, this is the safe place for you!"

Kvard51

2018-03-21, 10:38 AM

Lev steps forward, extending his hand toward the flautist. "I am Lev Siggurdsson, the Herald of Setting Sun. These are my companions, Catin, Tuari, and Kelsenel, and my man, Hopkins. You must be Horatio? Well met, on behalf of the Dragon Marshall." Lev smiles warmly, looking into Horatio's eyes. "Now, did someone say 'party'?"
Lev begins to sing, a party song from before the dragons (If you have the history to recognize it).

Versatile Performance for Sense Motive to get a hunch on Horatio: 1d20+14

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-21, 11:11 AM

"A place to stay would be most welcome" Tuari responded, skipping over what the man likely considered the most important parts of the invitation.

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-21, 12:58 PM

"There is but one inn in Old Orchard, unfortunately, but it is relatively empty right now and the straw mattresses were just changed, so no risk of bed bugs or other biters. It's right there, you see. The Sour Apple. They make a fine apple jack there if you are the drinking type. You can sample some wherever you see a pitcher in the square. As for the party, it is here, there, and everywhere through the village due to my swift and decisive victory over these monstrous ankhegs." He gives a wink to Garrick and Lev when he says this. Apparently he's pretty adept at reading people, though Lev is able to read the man as well. Horatio is exhausted, even more so than a lengthy performance would warrant. The man's eyes are sunken, his face drawn, and his breath not catching up as soon as it should for a wind instrument player. Lev would assume the man was ill if he spotted him in normal circumstances, or possibly suffering from some sort of addiction. More than anything Lev gets the idea that this man is NOT happy to see fellow adventurers, and is hoping you'll all leave him well enough alone.

Kvard51

2018-03-23, 10:44 AM

"This seems an evening for celebration, then! Let us grab a drink together, friend Horatio, while you tell me of you exploits. I'm sure Setting Sun will be interested in hearing how you've overcome these abominations so close to Renault!"

Lev claps the man on the back and leads him away into the village. "Hopkins, be so kind as to make a donation of a bottle of wine to the good folks of the town." He looks at the rest of his companions as he walks away, "Mingle, lads, mingle. Let these good people tell their tale.
It's not every day a village like this has such a story to tell..."

thelastorphan

2018-03-29, 11:27 AM

Garrick heads to this inn. Highly interested in Applejack and whatever else may have been happening in this town recently. Lev seemed to have Horatio under control and so Garrick saw no reason to poke around and find out anything he could. Not that he expected people to be particularly forthcoming.

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-29, 01:53 PM

The Sour Apple Inn is small, with only two tables and a bar, but it is packed with patrons, all drinking with abandon. No one bats an eye at the newcomers, possibly because they can't see straight enough to judge or care. A serving girl, looking glum and much harassed, does her best to make sure everyone receives a constant stream of drinks, but she looks fairly overwhelmed. A quite untalented man leads a chorus of terrible singing, with everyone in the bar making up their own verses to a meandering lopsided mess of a song that doesn't rhyme once. Just as the party is entering, a table of men stand up and manage to stumble their way out of a side door, complaining about the noise. The serving girl quickly buses the table and gestures toward it, doing her best to smile at Garrick, Tuari, and anyone else who has joined them. She leaves a pitcher of fizzy, sweet smelling brew on the table along with a number of cups before moving back towards the bar to fetch more of this lauded Apple Jack.

Perception checks.

thelastorphan

2018-03-29, 04:51 PM

Garrick pours two glasses and then remembers that Tuari seems to have no interest in drink. He leaves them both in front of himself and begins to sip on one. He takes note of some of the activity in the bar but nothing grabs his attention.

Stelio Kontos

2018-03-30, 08:22 AM

Even as Garrick poured the last glass, Tuari rose from his seat. "Join me, please" he murmured as he walked across the room to the bar.

"I do not wish to offend" he said, taking a seat next to the woman at the bar and skipping all introductions, "but I am surprised to see one such as yourself" -- gesturing toward the woman's holy symbol -- "passing up the opportunity to engage in foolish revelry. Has your encounter with these ankhegs, victorious though it may have been, caused you personal concern?"

Was going to roll you a Diplomacy and/or Sense Motive here, but mythweavers is timing out for me so don't remember my bonuses. I'll try it later in the OOC thread.

Kvard51

2018-03-30, 05:02 PM

Lev decides to keep the man's attention a while longer, to see if he gives something away. It is obvious he would prefer to be anywhere else than talking to Lev, that much is certain. "So, Horatio, tell me about how you managed to toot all of these abominations into the fire so easily. Where did you learn of this power?"

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-30, 06:52 PM

Lev and Horatio

"I was on a quest and found this magical flute. It must be a gift from the gods, for it to work as it does. Monsters just hear the tune and fall prey to the beat. I'm just lucky enough to be the bearer of such a thing. It is... it is mine." The small man is smiling wide, but there is a defensive aspect to his posture. He clutches the flute in white knuckled fingers.

Lev Roll a Will Save

At the Sour Apple

The woman bearing the holy symbol snorts at Tuari's question. "What battle with the ankhegs? I'd barely wet my blade when that infernal music started up and the creatures set to dance at the piper's whim." She upends her cup and slams it back down again on the small bar. The inn keep, a human with the stature of a dwarf, quickly pours and refills the glass. "Horatio joined my group in delving into a ruin outside of this village. Not a large tomb, but one guarded by massive creature. It killed my companions, but with a thousand small cuts we we able to bring the beast down. Horatio barely lifted a finger to help us then, and now he's marching ankhegs by the dozen into a bonfire, playing the hero. If he had the power before we went in, then he's a damn coward. If he gained some power there, may the gods have mercy on his soul. That place was filled with a dark power- an evil energy. We both agreed, as the only survivors, to bury the entrance and leave all we found there. I suspect that our "hero" made some bargain or gained some artifact that allows him this power. And I fear for him... for all of us." She upends her cup again, well on her way to being too drunk to be useful.

Kvard51

2018-03-30, 08:30 PM

Will save [roll0] hope it's a good'un!

"Yours, is it? I didn't consider that it wasn't..."

purepolarpanzer

2018-03-30, 11:05 PM

Suddenly, Lev is quite sure that the flute is NOT Horatio's. It is Lev's. It was meant for him. It called out to him, whispering voices that begged for Lev to relieve it from Horatio's talentless hands and use it for a higher purpose. Flashes of what the flute makes possible batter the herald's mind- saving Renault, bringing joy to others, bringing peace to the world. All of this and more could belong to the bard if he can take the flute from Horatio and make it his own.

I'm not going to tell you how to do it, I'm not going to judge how you do it, but Lev is struck by a sudden desire to steal the flute by whatever means he must to take it and use it. Whether common thievery or murder is your method, the flute must be yours unless the spell is broken or you succeed on a later save. I'm not saying you need to jump on him right now and take his throat out with your teeth, but suddenly and seemingly naturally Lev is supremely motivated to get that flute and play it for himself.

CasualViking

2018-03-31, 04:51 AM

Satisfied at last that there are no more "ankhegs" roaming the immediate area, Catin lands in front of the inn. Flappywings shrinks down to raptor size and circles out over the fields, and Catin walks into the inn.

He looks around and sighs. "Yep. It's going to be a bastard to go anywhere in here". Catin wades into the sea of drunken longshanks, looking for a chair to claim.

Kekmaster

2018-03-31, 01:25 PM

Kendriel shaked his shoulders at Lev's proposal to mingle, and followed the rest into the tavern. He didn't expect much of it, but this was even worse than his expectations. The only reason to stay here was drink. And as the half-elf couldn't stand drinking, that was probably the main reason why he followed Tuari up to the woman in the bar. The second reason was that the woman they were heading for, while being a member of Caydenites' clergy, seemed quite upset doing their favorite business - drinking.

A deep sigh came out of him as the woman finished her story. He expected trouble on this mission, but so soon and so near to Renault?
— Do you think that that something dark that is in the flute has some influence or Horatio? Have any severe changes in his behavior occurred on him since?, — Kelsenel asked her, casting a look at Horatio and Lev through the window. It seemed that for now things were pretty all right.

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-01, 11:10 AM

"Yes... I can see how someone deriving great power so suddenly, without working for it, could be troubling ... for most" Tuari thought to himself, looking at the woman's holy symbol, before catching himself and giving himself a moment of internal chastisement.

"Yes... what do you believe to be the source of his newfound power? If he did not possess power before he had the instrument and now, the two together... that would be the logical source, would it not? Also, I must ask, have you had problems of this severity with ankhegs in the village before this recent incident?"

A few knowledge rolls to maybe get lucky, and a Sense Motive on her for good measure

Sense Motive: [roll0]
Knowledge (arcana) [roll1]
Knowledge (religion) [roll2]
Knowledge (history) [roll3]

Kvard51

2018-04-02, 10:15 AM

Yours... You talentless hack. That flute belongs to me, was meant for me. Imagine what I can do with such an instrument...

Lev smiles at Horatio, "You have done an admirable job here, my friend. I applaud you. Now, if you don't mind, I will take my leave. Someone mentioned a party, and parties are one of my favorite pasttimes. Perhaps I will see you there?

Without waiting on a response, Lev turns towards the bar. He enters, looking for his companions. Spotting them talking to a woman, he walks over.

"Something is wrong with Horatio. We'll need to take the flute from him, somehow. He is a danger to this village."

purepolarpanzer

2018-04-02, 11:08 AM

Catin can find a place to sit with Garrick at a small table across from the bar. It provides a small refuge for the gnome from the heedless hustle and bustle of the drinking humans around him.

The woman laughs. "The ankhegs are a recent problem. We've tracked them down from the north, trying to exterminate them. We came across the barrow while hunting down a pair of the mutie scum. As far as his personality... Horatio used to be full of life, adventure, and joy. Always playing jokes and singing songs at the most inappropriate times. Now he is withdrawn, sickly, and paranoid. He refuses to be around me because he knows how I feel about his new damn flute and it's "powers" he won't shut up about." When Lev sits down and makes his proclamation, the woman raises her glass. "I'll drink to that." She does so, and deeply.

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-04, 03:10 PM

Kvard51

2018-04-06, 04:23 PM

"All right, then" Tuari nodded at the pair. "Let us investigate the matter properly. If it is a source of evil power as you suspect, it is likely that he will be acting ... not as he would wish himself to. Take mind of this, and do not treat him harshly."

He rose from the bar, preparing to walk out the door toward Horatio.

"The flute a source of evil power? No, that's not it at all. Horatio is the dangerous one, not the flute. We need to get it away from him to protect it. And the town. I'm certain he has something planned."

Lev looks back through the door, trying to keep an eye on Horation and the flute.

CasualViking

2018-04-07, 03:52 AM

Catin squints hard at Lev, but doesn't comment.

"You seem to be in favor of separating Horatio from that flute", he tells the woman. "*I* am in favor of separating him from it. I'm....sufficiently convinced that this flute is an evil thing, best left in the ground or broken."

Kekmaster

2018-04-07, 05:26 PM

"The flute a source of evil power? No, that's not it at all. Horatio is the dangerous one, not the flute. We need to get it away from him to protect it. And the town. I'm certain he has something planned."

Lev looks back through the door, trying to keep an eye on Horation and the flute.

— Fortunately, it looks like things are the other way around. His friend here told us that he was a right proper lad, but after holding this flute in his hands a shade came over him. We should be careful, though. If this flute can control dozens of ankhegs effortlessly, it means that we may fall under its influence as well, — saying that, Kelsenel turns to the woman, hoping she is still in her senses, — Might we learn your name? Perhaps you could also help us reason with Horatio? After all, you are a familiar face to him, while we are some strangers passing-by.

thelastorphan

2018-04-09, 12:16 AM

Garrick listens to his companions speak of this flute and Horatio over another drink of applejack. He eyes Lev hard between the musings and conversation but for now says nothing. Much more interested in simply resolving this issue in the quickest manner possible.

Taking the flute seems necessary. But what of the Ahnkegs beyond that? We need to also find the source of those and deal with them. All of them.

Sense Motive on Lev: [roll0]
This determines Garrick's attitude with Lev for the rest of this conversation.

Kvard51

2018-04-10, 12:48 PM

Lev looks at Garrick, nodding in agreement. "Exactly. And with this flute out of Horatio's hands, we'll be able to deal with the ankhegs easily. The answer to all our woes is right here within our grasp, it seems."

Bluff to oppose Garrick's Sense Motive: [roll0]

purepolarpanzer

2018-04-10, 06:24 PM

The woman upends her glass, then puts it down with a look of dismay when she finds it empty. "I don't know if it is the flute or some... possessing spirit... that is causing this change in him. But I'll kill that bard if I must to save his soul." She stands shakily and puts her hand to the hilt of her rapier. "My name is Belina Fosteman, cleric of the drunk, adventuring god, and I will purge the evil from this village!" She stumbles a step but quickly recovers. Taking a smattering of herbs from a pouch at her side, she tosses them over her head and mumbles through an incantation. Suddenly her eyes are brighter and more aware. "Let's find Horatio. This ends with him, one way or another.

Garrick gets the idea that Lev is keenly interested in this flute and this problem, but can't judge much more than that at this point.

CasualViking

2018-04-11, 11:44 PM

Catin quickly downs a vial from his vest and slips through the crowd. "One chance to do something useful, Catin. Don't screw it up.".

As Catin races to seek out Horatio, he sends a feeling of concern to Flappywings, inducing the bird to come to him.

Catin drinks his mutagen; he intends to pickpocket the flute from Horatio given half a chance; sleight of hand: [roll0]+[roll1].

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-12, 12:17 PM

Tuari accompanies the rest of the party silently, preferring to gauge the beginnings of the conversation without interruption.

Sense Motive on Horatio once this gets started: [roll0]

thelastorphan

2018-04-13, 03:53 PM

Garrick follows the others, concerned that this follower of The Drunk may hurt herself or others. For now any suspicion of Lev is pushed away and doesn't matter until he does something to earn distrust. That this problem needs solving is the most important, how that happens from here is a little less relevant at the moment. Garrick sadly leaves behind the Applejack but not before one last sweet sip before things get serious.

Kvard51

2018-04-14, 01:12 PM

Leaving the tavern, Lev begins to sing his song of rage, offering what protection he can to his allies from the flute.

Hearken, ye ring-bearers, while of Harold I tell you,
the mightily wealthy, and his manful war-deeds;
words I o’erheard a maiden high-minded speaking,
golden-haired, white-armed, with a glossy-beaked raven.

Wise thought her the valkyrie; were welcome never
men to the bright-eyed one, her who birds’ speech knew well.
Greeted the light-lashed maiden, the lily-throated woman,
the Hymir’s-skull-cleaver as on cliff he was perching.

“How is it, ye ravens— whence are ye come now
with beaks all gory, at break of morning?
Carrion-reek ye carry, and your claws are bloody.
Were ye near, at night-time, where ye knew of corpses?”

Shook himself the dun-hued one, and dried his beak,
the eagle’s oath-brother, and of answer bethought him:
“Harold we follow, Halfdan’s first-born,
I the young Yngling, since out of egg we crept.

“That king thou knowest, him who at Kvinnar dwelleth,
the hoard-warder of North men, who has hollow war-ships
with reddish ribs and with reddened war-shields,
with tarred oar-blades and with tents foam-besprinkled.
”

Kekmaster

2018-04-15, 11:18 AM

As they look for Horatio, Kelsenel keeps an eye on Belina, as the thought crosses his mind - could her motives be more sinister than cleansing the evil from the village? After all, she has been around Horatio for quite some time, and the flute, perhaps, could control others in a much more subtle way... As paranoid as this sounded, he learned the value of a healthy second-guessing everybody a long time.

Sense motive on Belina
[roll0]

purepolarpanzer

2018-04-15, 12:15 PM

Kelsenel doesn't sense anything but righteous anger from Belina. She seems dead set on vanquishing whatever evil she can find in this situation. The only alternative that Kelsenel senses is a personal grudge due to her personal relationship to this situation.

The group approaches Horatio, who is waving off several fans and obviously trying to escape the situation. Without a word, Catin slips up beside him and slips the flute out of his hands. The reaction is immediate and severe, with Horatio emitting a strangled shriek. He doesn't seem to notice the act of the instrument being taken, but he does seem to realize it is no longer in his hands. He immediately draws his own rapier, searching left and right for where it could have gone. "MY FLUTE! MY FLUTE! WHO TOOK MY FLUTE! I'LL KILL YOU!" Lashing out blindly, he sends his admiring fans running with the whipping of his blade through the air before turning on the assembled group. "I should have known it would be one of you! Jealous of my talent and my powers! GIVE IT BACK OR I WILL SLAY YOU WHERE YOU STAND!" He tries to flourish his rapier, but nearly loses it from his grip in the process. The man looks absolutely wretched, his face drawn and his eyes sunken even deeper, a seemingly subtle transformation. Belina draws her own blade in response, obviously ready for a fight.

CasualViking

2018-04-16, 02:50 AM

Catin pockets the flute under his long coat and slips away under and away from the crowd. "Abadar, Lord of Law, I know this is not how things are done; but this flute is dangerous, and this Horatio needs capture and treatment, not instant justice, and my companions are better suited for that. I will protect the greater order by my actions, by your grace", he prays silently.

Sleight of hand to conceal the flute [roll0] but if no-one saw who took it, that should only apply against an actual search, stealth to get away [roll1].

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-16, 12:25 PM

Tuari gestured to Belina to lower her sword, moving to interpose himself between the two. Why must they always be so rash?

"Your talents are obvious for all to see, sir, and we are grateful to have witnessed them" he said, taking a step forward with his arms out to his side. "I do not know what has happened to your flute. But you are clearly not well. Let us help you."

Kvard51

2018-04-18, 11:17 AM

As Horatio begins screaming about the flute, Lev begins searching the square looking for anyone who might have taken it from him. His attention immediately turns to locating the flute, the flautist forgotten.

Perception [roll0]

purepolarpanzer

2018-04-19, 06:55 PM

Horatio's eyes swim in their sockets as panic begins to overwhelm the bard. "I can't feel it. I CAN'T FEEL IT! Where has it gone?" He begins to sob like a child, openly and without shame, bawling in the square. Lev, on the other hand, feels a pulse in his mind that directs his eyes to Catin immediately. He can almost see a glowing trail left by the instrument. In the distance, he can hear the notes of a flute, which seems to be calling out to him. The rapier falls from Horatio's hand as he frantically turns left and right, tears streaking from his eyes.

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-22, 08:18 AM

Kvard51

2018-04-22, 05:16 PM

Lev's search is drawn to Catin like iron filings to a lodestone. As the others continue to deal with Horatio, Lev follows Catin, attempting to slip away from the rest of the group.

Stealth [roll0] to follow Catin without being seen.

CasualViking

2018-04-23, 04:07 AM

Catin easily spots Lev clumsily attempting to sneak after him. He gestures to a nearby alley - a narrow spot between two houses, really - and slips into the shadows. Flappywings is approaching overhead, and now Lev is coming in to help guard this dangerous flute? Things are looking okay, so far.

Catin has an AC of 20 and a CMD of 13; but he doesn't know that Lev is hostile. He is suspicious, though, so I'll give myself a +4 circumstance bonus to Sense Motive: [roll0]. If you can meet or beat that, Catin has an AC of 16 and a CMD of 9.

Kekmaster

2018-04-23, 05:03 AM

Kelsenel lets Tuari handle the situation with words, while he himself scours the crowd with the accustomed to such things eyes, looking for a pickpocket. The situation could have become even worse right now - if the thief had some malicious intentions, indeed, the whole situation could become quite disastrous.

Perception to spot the flute thief [roll0]

Kvard51

2018-04-23, 04:15 PM

Lev sees Catin gesturing to the alley and follows. As he enters, he leans over the Inspector and speaks softly. "Good work Catin. Pass the flute to me now, and I will take possession of it from Horatio. My knowledge of music should protect me from any negative effects, which may not be true for you."

Bluff [roll0] to spin a believable tale for Catin.

CasualViking

2018-04-25, 01:00 AM

Catin withdraws the flute from his cloak. He hesitates, seeing some sort of hunger in Lev's eyes. "Lev. We are all allies here. Let me know if it becomes too much, okay?".

Then he starts to reach the flute over to Lev.

purepolarpanzer

2018-04-25, 06:36 PM

Tuari took Horatio in a brotherly embrace, deftly flicking the rapier a bit farther away from him as he did so. "Relax, Horatio. Relax yourself. Let it go from your mind. You are strong enough to achieve all that you wish to achieve."

Horatio huddles against Tuari like a child, and embracing the man only increases the depth of sympathy for this wretched man. It's obvious he's lost considerable weight and even muscle mass recently, left only with slightly sagging skin and evident bone. The bard feels cold to the touch, like a man stepping out of cold water. He seems to be trying to make out words, but it only comes out in whimpers. Even Belina's anger is cooled by this pathetic display as she hilts her rapier with a look of mixed disgust and pity.

Kvard51

2018-04-26, 02:24 AM

Lev takes the flute, trying to not show his eagerness.

"Thank you my friend. This flute will become very useful in our efforts, I'm sure."

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-26, 04:15 PM

Tuari did his best to absorb what he could from the wretched man, murmuring to him "You are not alone. We will help you. Belina will help you. Your town will help you. We cannot return what has been taken from you, but you can return stronger for the experience. Let them help you. For now, sit, rest. Do not be afraid that you will not get back up; you an and you will."

He sat the man down, and went to talk quietly to Belina. "Do you think you can get him the care he needs -- water, nourishment, someone to watch over him? He has sacrificed a great deal for the defense of your town, but it is perhaps not my place to remind them of this. It is clear that he is not the man that you all once knew, but he can be, he would like to be, and I think you would like him to be as well. I should find my companions, that we may discuss the matter further. We will do our best to locate the item as well; I do not believe it is appropriate to reintroduce it to Horatio, but we shall do our best to investigate it properly."

purepolarpanzer

2018-04-26, 05:10 PM

Horatio manages a nod, then struggles to compose himself more. In Tuari's arms, he begins to whisper, though apparently to himself. Tuari manages to make it all out, though- "I can still feel it. It still hungers. It will consume me soon." This is followed by another outbreak of tears. Belina's disgust is vanquished by concern at the monk's words. She adjusts herself to a less aggressive stance. "I'll take him to my home. Set him up a bed in my storage room. We'll... we'll see what we can do to get him back to himself. I still think that that damn flute needs to be taken care of..."

When Lev's fingers wrap around the flute he hears a twitter of happy notes that Catin can not sense. It feels cold in his grasp, like metal or stone instead of wood. The cold grows up his arm, reaching his chest and causing a moment of discomfort, followed by a rush of warmth that goes straight to the herald's mind, filling it with astonishing possibilities of notes and compositions, each one carrying with it untold magical potential if his fingers can just execute the notes.

Stelio Kontos

2018-04-30, 03:53 PM

Tuari nodded in agreement. "Very well. I pray that your efforts bring forth fruit." With that, he began to search for his missing companions.

Kvard51

2018-04-30, 09:44 PM

"I will, friend Catin. I will."

With the flute secured, Lev heads back to the inn. He approaches the barkeep to bargain for a room.

"Friend, what accomodations might you have for the Marshall's Herald and his companions?"

As he speaks, he grips the flute tightly under his cloak, afraid to let it go for even a second.

Kekmaster

2018-05-01, 07:31 PM

CasualViking

2018-05-02, 01:48 AM

Catin waits for Lev to leave his hiding place, then circles the other way around to the inn. He climbs the barstool and orders "A double of your best and strongest. Berry Brandy if you have it". He could really use a stiff drink to settle his nerves after this.

Stelio Kontos

2018-05-02, 11:25 AM

Kelsenel shook his head as Horatio has been calmed down and taken care of. One problem was solved, and quite peacefully(it had to be admitted, though, that the half-elf had anticipated a fight), but another arose. The flute went missing... With Lev and Catin, who disappeared just as Horatio started to yell. Incidentally?
— This is far from over., — he said quietly to Tuari, without any sign of relief on his face. He paused for a second, before vocalizing his concerns, — Horatio is pacified, but the flute has been stolen from him. And Catin and Lev are nowhere to be seen. I don't even know what to make up of this, and though i do not like to second-guess everybody, i learned the value of it long ago.

Tuari smiled gently. "I am sure that whoever took the flute, they did so with Horatio's best interest in mind. But I agree that we must locate it as soon as possible. It clearly gave him great powers, or amplified what powers he already had, but at the cost of draining his mind and his body. As usual, a shortcut to power comes with a cost not worth the benefit. We should find the others and investigate the matter together. Speaking of which, I see that Mr. Sigurdsson has returned. Perhaps his investigation proved useful."

Walking with Kelsenel to hover at Lev's side, Tuari remained silent for the moment while he conversed with the barkeep.

Kvard51

2018-05-02, 02:17 PM

Seeing Kelsenel and Tuari walk up beside him, Lev turns to them. "Is Horatio alright? He seemed very distraught when the flute went missing. Catin slipped it out of his belt without him even knowing."

Stelio Kontos

2018-05-02, 03:01 PM

"Well, that is one mystery solved" Tuari replied, an eyebrow raised. "Where is he at this moment? He is likely in some danger. It is important that we find him as soon as possible. To answer your question, no, Horatio is very much not well. Apart from his emotional state, he is physically and mentally as a husk, as if his life and energy has been sucked out of him -- most probably by the instrument if my understanding is accurate."

purepolarpanzer

2018-05-02, 05:17 PM

Kvard51

2018-05-02, 05:33 PM

The bartender is quick to offer drinks to those who arrive. "We've got two rooms available, each with two beds. We could sneak a third in either one, if need be. Only three silvers a head." Sensing some level of anxiety, the bartender speaks quickly and in low tones. It seems that the celebrating has gone sour in the bar, with people sitting quietly and muttering to each other instead of dancing and laughing. It is as though some spell has worn off and left something of an arcane hangover in the townsfolk. In the back of his mind, Lev knows that he could set these people to joyous dancing with just a few notes on his new instrument. Catin's black berry brandy is both strong and sweet, arriving in a mug nearly the size of the gnome's head.

"If those beds come with supper, give us two rooms. And a round of drinks for my friends." Lev indicates Catin, along with the two companions standing beside him. "And have a bottle of Elven brandy brought to the table. We've made a good start on our charge."

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To Tuari, quietly, at the table:

"I do not believe Catin to be in any danger, as he is not in contact with the object. Horatio's trouble was a weak mind and lack of understanding of the power of music. The object is safely in my possession, but not in contact with my person. It may come in handy in our endeavors."

CasualViking

2018-05-03, 01:01 AM

"I figured it was the best way to get the flute away from Horatio without bloodshed. With all those civilians there, it could have gotten really ugly. So I grabbed it, and gave it to Lev. He seems to know Music Magic pretty well, so he should be best equipped to handle it."

As the brandy rolls in and the words roll out, Catin's own doubts begin to evaporate.

Stelio Kontos

2018-05-07, 09:53 AM

Tuari stared down at Catin, processing his words with a bit of discomfort, as he waved off the proffered drink. "I am sure that you meant well, but I believe that you have merely passed the problem on from Horatio to Mister Sigurdsson, rather than solving it in any meaningful way."

Kvard51

2018-05-07, 11:10 AM

After dinner and a couple of drinks, Lev excused himself. "I bid you all good night, then. We should be ready to get on our way early in the morning, so I am off to bed. Hopefully, Hopkins has my room ready for me. Shall we meet for breakfast just after sunrise?"

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Lev enters his room, pulls out the flute, and sits on the edge of his bed. He studies the instrument, looking for a clue to it's function. Tentatively, he blows a few notes. Casting a spell to detect magic on the flute, he repeats the entire process.

"What is it you do, flute?"

Cast Detect Magic, concentrate on the flute for a couple of minutes.

Spellcraft [roll0]

purepolarpanzer

2018-05-08, 05:22 PM

When Lev casts his spell to detect the magic of the flute, he is surprised to see only a minor, whispy aura- barely there, and definitely not capable of the magics he has witnessed the flute take part in. It may come across as equally surprising when the flute begins to speak to him, responding to his question. I am capable of many things, bard. From striking up a lively dancing tune to compelling someone against their will. Enchantment is my strong suit, though I've been known to dabble in the areas of illusion and conjuration when the need arises. All magic comes at some cost, however. Without a user, I am but a sturdy piece of wood. Without me, any bard is simply lesser than they could be. For the time being another will pay your way should you choose to use me, but if you enjoy the power I provide we can strike up a workable bargain, I believe. Some are strong enough and wise enough to balance the cost of power against their life force. The last fool simply could not, striving for too much too fast. The flute lets loose a few notes of its own, a lively and beckoning tune.

Kvard51

2018-05-09, 12:38 PM

Lev is taken aback when the flute begins to speak. But only for a moment. Lev recalls hearing of such things before. He pulls together his wits in an attempt to remember the tale so he has a better idea of what he is dealing with.

Stelio Kontos

2018-05-15, 11:25 AM

Tuari spent the evening in solitude, exploring his tomes for any hint of information that might help him better understand the situation -- as well as studying the route for the coming day, on the assumption that the group would resume its travels. He awoke, as was his custom, well before dawn, packing his belongings for the trip to come. He assumed a modest set of robes as he silently went about the routine of practicing his forms in the street outside the tavern, before taking up a seat in the tavern's main room, again studying the journey's path as best he could. He greeted each of his companions with a friendly nod as they came into the main room. When Lev came down the steps, he made a point of approaching him. "Good morning, Mr. Siggurdsson. Are you feeling well? I trust that you will let us know as soon as possible if you experience any unwelcome effects?"

Kvard51

2018-05-17, 02:06 PM

Lev descends the stairs followed by Horatio. He sees Tuari nod, then walk his way. At his question, Lev nods back. "Yes, although I don't forsee any problem.
The flute is within my capabilities. But I do appreciate the concern."

CasualViking

2018-05-18, 02:16 AM

Catin pokes half-heartedly at his porridge, clearly hung over.

Kvard51

2018-05-18, 08:47 AM

Lev sits at the table with Catin, waving the serving maid over. "Add four breakfasts to our bill. We will be leaving this morning."

He looks around at the others with a smile, "Eat hearty, we have a lot of ground to cover in order to fulfill Setting Sun's mandate."

purepolarpanzer

2018-05-20, 09:58 AM

Breakfast is hearty and filling, if a bit bland and lacking in spices. It easily prepares you for a long day of marching, however. Before the group can settle up their gold piece tab between the last night and this day's meal, Belina arrives and sits down across from Tuari, sighing heavily and ordering herself some apple jack. "Hair of the dog and all that..." she murmurs as she takes her first sip. Content, she slides a handful of charms across the table. Each one is a small silver cup crossed by a rapier. "For your time and troubles. It isn't much, but especially after I was so dedicated to bringing Horatio down, your calm and skill saved the day. Each of these will produce an effect of bravery and reinforce your defenses, if only for a few minutes, and only once. You simply need to rub the charm three times and wish for a bit of the drunkard's luck. I'm sure they will serve you well, wherever your adventures take you." She takes another sip and is silent for a moment, then speaks. "Horatio doesn't appear to be getting any better, but I will work on that with time. He still seems gripped by that evil flute. I will bring him back to Renault, to the church there, and we will fight for his soul." With that said, she stands, bows, and heads out of the bar.