The Tides that Bind IC

[AlanBruce]

The Tides That Bind


"Do not forget the Old Adage, my boy... by the Gods, never forget it!"


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Some unspecified time ago...

Captain Johansen was a seasoned man. His years in the Navy had given him an immaculate record and rightfully so, earned him a ship. One that had valiantly traversed the oceans of Oerth countless times. This was supposed to be yet another regular voyage. The same old schedule. A familiar port...

But as the good captain ran through the halls of his ship, now splattered in blood and watched his crew ambling howling and turning, the old captain just now came to the realization:

This may very well be his last voyage. Something in his gut told him it was wrong from the very beginning, but money is a powerful siren. It's soothing song lulled him only until the very end, when the screams of agony and death rattles echoed through the ship and fighting bravely, pushed his way towards the lower cabin of his ship, where a handful of his crew remained, if only in a terrible state themselves. Trained warriors, just like him, but there are somethings training just doesn't cover as the good captain locks the door behind him and the howls and roars can be heard outside while the ship rocks side to side- nobody to man the ship.

"Are the crates ready? You got the fire?""

"Captain... what are those things?! One of them looked like Pete, but the way he came at me and...""

"Those aren't our friends anymore. Could anyone contact land?""

"No, captain- all communications have been severed. But how is it possible that someone like that could...""

"That is not what you think it is. It's a Hellspawn and to Hell we're going to send it! Men, it has been an honor serving by your side all these years. I wish we could've retired in a different way, I really would have. Nobody on land anywhere deserves to have this reach its shores. I hope you have all said your prayers. Let's ignite the crates and...""

But before any crates can be lit, the howls and roars outside stop and Captain Johansen and his few remaining men watch in horror as the sealed door opens by itself casting a small shadow that begins to grow as it envelops everyone and a wicked smile draws upon it, causing the few survivors to shake with abject fear before the captain reaches for his cutlass before this one shatters to pieces and the lone figure walks into the room while the beasts stand silently outside...

Let it not be said that Captain Johansen was not brave until the very end.


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@Gregory: It's Sunday. Time for mass all over Halmathan but more importantly for you:


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The Castello of Santa Noria, Halmathan's maximum security prison and, after The Scourge, an asylum and House of Hospice for those that survived the Hunter's Purge and were granted clemency. After all- they did not act under their own judgement. Poor souls all of them, now under watchful care, the patients of St. Norias are given extreme care and Julienne Du Vay is no exception:


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It is hard to believe that this is the same person that ten years ago did such an untold atrocity, as she and many other patients work on the Lumenflower Garden at the top balcony of the Castello, well protected in case any would decide to jump over it in an unpredicted fit of rage. She, like every other sunday before, does not recognize you. A new face every week for her. A kind and gentle caress on her cheek and the odd smile returned...

What she has been wearing for awhile now is the very first ring you gave her. This was brought to you a few months ago after a thorough search of your room. Perhaps, deep within her fractured mind... a lingering ripple remains of a better time.

And then Julienne looks up at you and smiles as she shows you the flowers she has collected, the sun shining above her:

"Lady Maria! I am a Robin! Will I grow up to be an egg?""

Of course he would be addressing her, as she walks past the patients, all whom reach out to her hand as she holds theirs back:


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Lady Maria of Cainhurst. Known as one of world's finest swordsmen. She belonged to the now disbanded Helguard and trained directly under the legendary Ludwig, the Holy Blade. Now, Lady Maria has retired. It is she who oversees the patients from The Scourge and it is said she has vowed to never use a blade again. Nobody has bothered to ask her why- any member of that faction earned their right to walk away from that path and rightfully so.

Lady Maria gives you a courteous bow and smiles at Julienne.

"Sir Gregory. Ever the punctual man. How is Halmathan faring these days? Thank you, Julienne.""

Lady Maria takes one of the flowers handed by your wife and places it on her lapel as she watches the other patients working in the beautiful garden as the distant bells of Halmathan signal the commencement of mass in its many churches. Even though St. Noria's is a mile away on horseback, the Angelus can always be heard and this House of Hospice is no stranger to religion, as the patients kneel on the flowery bed and pray in silence while Maria walks beside you and gives one last glance at Julienne.

"She has been wearing the ring for awhile now. Refuses to take it off. I believe we may be seeing some progress. I do not wish to give you false hope, though:

This...disease. It takes its toll. I can assure you though that once we find a cure. A real one, she will be the first to be treated. You have my word.""

And it is then that Inquisitor Calchis' voice can be heard speaking directly to your mind via Sending:

Sir Gregory. I hope everything is fine. Please attend the SMC event on my behalf. I am unable to attend myself and need a representative.

You heard about this a few days ago. The Skylarios Metalworks Corporation, pioneers of the Industrial Revolution in Halmathan and a powerhouse in their own right extended an invitation to all the major players in the City. Something about a new marvel for a City that some claim has already too many.


@Daun: Lady Silvarel is gone off again.

Glenndale Park is home to not only a huge druid and Ehlonnian community, but also the races that predated the City itself, who make their homes in the deepest reaches of this natural preserve. Beings, some would say, not too different from the gods of old, before Man built their lofty cathedrals. It is in those untamed reaches that Lady Silvarel heads to in order to find some sort of Communion with the old spirits, as some like to claim. Whatever her motives. Who she meets... nobody knows, but her absence can take several days. In some cases, a full month.

Of course, the Church of Ehlonna isn't deprived of a leader- not that druids cannot handle themselves. They can, but spiritual guidance is always needed:


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In The Lady of the Resting Meadow's absence, Vicar Amelia, a priestess of considerable reputation and aligned with The Healing Church of Halmathan takes as acting High Priestess. This is only a temporary post, though- the Grand Eight of Halmathan are the undisputed religious leaders, but some churches, being so big in scope, require additional help from members within their own clergy that have attained the power and responsibility to hold it.

Vicar Amelia is said to have been one of those the Church of Ehlonna sent along with The Helguard on one of their expeditions. What transpired during those forays is not known. It isn't known why she returned with her eyes bandaged either. Some say she gouged them out herself, but that's a morbid and most implausible explanation.

She isn't talking about it either. What is being talked about as you and T'nauri relax under the wide shade of a poplar tree is your most recent public disturbance by tying yourself to a tree over at the newly built Green Meadows Apartment complex in Hope's Caress. A luxury housing project built by The Ashford family.

How true it is that people need houses to live, but come on... more? And the name- Green Meadows. Cynical to the core, since they plan to pave a perfectly nice patch of land. Of course, the architect showed you the plans:

Miss... we aren't going to cit down ALL the trees. Look! Lord Ashford wants trees here and here and...

Diplomacy ended abruptly when T'nauri decided to make a snack out of the architect's plans and everything went downhill from there. Your voice was heard, make no mistake about it, but in the end, it was legally acquired land and this time, the papers were waved from a prudent distance from your companion.

All this is recounted by your former mentor and comrade in arms Eari Blackroot, who pets T'nauri as he munches on a patch of leaves and reads a letter sent to Glenndale from who else, but your beloved mother:


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"I think you really pushed her buttons this time, Daun! I can even sense the wrath in the penmanship. Have a look."

Daun,

Inquisitor Donovan has put me and your father up to speed regarding your latest "crusade".

Must I remind you that you are a Tersetti? One of the finest families in this City, young lady. The Ashfords are close and powerful acquaintances of ours. I will NOT have your behavior mar the hard work your father has put into making our name fall into Halmathan's good graces. Be thankful that the Ashfords are willing to look the other way, but I am not that forgiving.

I have been complacent and accepting of your lifestyle for a very long time. Today, Lord Skylarios has invited us to the unveiling of his newest product. This invitation extends to our entire family. This includes you.

I want you at the SMC offices in your best attire and behavior, young lady. You will behave like a Tersetti and dress like one. You will not bring that... pet of yours either.

Don't be late.

Love,

Mother

Eari sits beside you and watches a single leaf gently fall down on her hand.

"So what will you do?""



@Kalir: Another day patrolling the skies of Halmathan:


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How do humans manage to build something so big? And such tall towers to boot- without the means of flight? It is true that many in the Royal Guard have mastered the trick of flying. This is done through arcane means, but in the end, they can't fly all day long and so, it is your duty to keep a safe vigil around the Royal Palace and The Royal district, where the Cathedral of St. Cuthbert, Pelor, Heironeous and the imposing Tower of Commerce dedicated to Moquol are located.

Parishioners can be seen entering and leaving the various churches already. The din of bells resounding all over the City and proclaiming mass. Chances are the Kordites are holding their own mass today, which usually involves Bhagazzin getting drunk and wrestling the devout until they say Uncle... as a true Kordite should.

Having a literal Bird's Eye view is a godsend- crimes happen in this City. It is unavoidable. Petty theft is common when people walk around with heavy purses, but that's why The City Guard patrols the streets below and the Royal Guard- a faction that you proudly belong to- doesn't really have need for any lesser...

And then you spot someone down in the Royal Barracks waving a flag, a sign for you to descend as you keen your eyes and roll them as you land gracefully on the training grounds and face the man that waved the flag at you:


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Halmathan's Pretty Boy, sergeant Maxil Trentis, the aasimar paladin. This guy is pretty much the poster boy for paladins everywhere. Never at the scale of Captain Ludwig, of course. That guy is a legend, but Sergeant Trentis has become a figure that many within the Royal Guard aspire to become... and the small rivalry between both is not something that has gone unnoticed by him as Maxil salutes you in military fashion and puts the flag down.

"Kalir Kalaan! It is good to see you. His Majesty King Airdan will be attending an event today. I have been tasked with putting up together a squad of security for his Highness.

As you know, King Airdan can be... difficult to supervise. I am counting that you can help this event go smoothly by keeping an eye on him.""

Maxil eyes you up and down and gives an about face.

"Unless you wish to object to this order?"


@Ilven: Another perfect shot.

The City has rewarded you well. A lifetime paid for accommodations in the City. Not the best place, but they did give you a small courtyard with several wooden dummies to hone your archery skills. The badge of honor of The Helguard hangs over your mantle. Blood stains it, but that is a rite of passage...

If only you could remember what from? It has been a long time, after all. Even for an elf.

Still, life is good. The Selma legacy continues on in your son and your grand daughter Daisy, an aspiring neophyte tutored in the arts of the Divine under the tutelage of The Healing Church.

Your Blade Guide is by your side, of course. An ancestor of the Selma line who was granted permission by The Pantheon of Elven gods to watch and teach you. Although in the end, it can be argued it's the other way around...

And then by reflex, you aim your bow at the door as this one shakes a bit and your senses come back before you lower the arrow and watch Callum walk in with a handful of papers in his hand.


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"Father... it's me. You gave me the keys to your place? It's okay. You can put the bow down. I came to check on you and it seems you haven't been picking up your mail.""

Callum is still dressed in the City Guard armor. Rather fancy for foot soldiers and semi trained cavalry, but he has shown your cunning with a blade and a bow... or so he says.

The young soldier boils some water for tea as you hone in your archery skills and lets you know about his day.

"...sure, many say Captain Wulfur is a hard ass. I am not denying that, but rarely have I seen someone inspire his men in the way he does. And you know, elves and orcs...even half orcs? He breaks the whole stereotype. I asked him once why he never joined The Royal Guard...or even the...""

Callum's train of thought drifts off as he checks the mail for you and reads the cover several times for a particularly old looking envelope before placing it on the table next to you.


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That's The Helguard insignia. Nobody sends a letter with it, unless...

Ilvan,

I trust this letter finds you well. I am sadly unable to greet you and the rest of my Spartans face to face as I promised so long ago.

It is with a heavy heart that I must call a Kindness upon you- his Majesty and this City needs us now more than ever. Protect them. They need our help and you are the only one I can count on now... that I can rely upon.

This will be the last letter I send, young Helguard. I pray it reaches your hands and eyes only.

Yours in Honor and Blood,

Ludwig


@Camus: Thing scurries about the polished marble floor as you check your many grimoires and compare them to your notes and diaries, reflecting upon the words uttered a few days ago when asked to be made Grand Abjurer at Runestone:


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Camus Shatris, we recognize indeed your power as an Abjurer and bestow upon you the title of Archmage. Your hard work and extensive dedication to the Arcane Arts cannot be ignored in that regard.

Likewise, we cannot ignore your failed experiment which cost the life of Amarille Shatris. As an arcane community, we understand the value of experimentation. We do not, however, condone unethical procedures. Particularly when these jeopardize lives. We are gifted with enormous power and we must use it wisely.

It is because of this, that we have decided to not grant you the position of Grand Abjurer at Runestone. That title will go now to Maester Itharr Griswold.

That is all.


Itharr Griswold?! A human? The outrage, deeply contained, does not go unnoticed by your familiar who cowers in a corner of your lab as a light knock is heard at the door before The Grand Abjurer himself walks cautiously in:


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"Hello, Camus. I am not here to gloat- let it be known that I asked the Council to place you as Grand Maester. When it comes to Abjuration, clearly you are peerless. However, as flexible as Runestone is in some areas, it remains quite rigid in others. And I will not go into depth regarding that...""


Itharr eyes Thing in the corner and shakes his head as he places an envelope on the table next to you.

"The Skylarios Metalworks Corporation are having an event today. They asked me to attend, as a representative of the Academy. We did after all, help fund that company.

But my new job requires me to remain here. So, I suggested your name. And this has been approved. Be our voice out there, Camus."

[Chimaera]

The outrage! How could they be so dim-sighted? Bunch of old fools, ALL OF THEM!

Camus read the letter a few times as if hoping the words would rearrange themselves and... No. There was no mistake. They clearly cant see what really happened: he was sabotaged! Maybe Markus Ashcroft and his savage in wizard's robes were behind it or maybe Itharr himself schemed to have his experiment fail. Of course... He problably set him up so that he was picked as Grand Abjurer! The fool.

The whole room was being illuminated by purple light coming out from his hands, as he folded the letter over and over unconsciously. A viper, for they were all traitorous imbecile!


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Or maybe Itharr wasnt the one who blame... Damned be the night he helped that malconvoker! Maybe it was work of Abaraxis, that awful fiend he summoned. He sure smelled sulfur and... No. That was just the letter-turned-snake slowly burning away before it turned to ashes.

Even this far away, Camus could feel Thing's terror. Stop it. What was he doing? All these years honing his patience and composure for this? He must be looking like a damn savage now. Calm down, just breath and...


Knock knock knock

Archmage Camus isnt really happy in having any guests right now. Even Thing was in risk of being disintegrated right now. Hopefully it is not Kaylin and her nonsense. Taking a deep breath, Camus does his best to open the door instead of outright blasting whoever was on the other side to... Well, the Other Side. A shame he didnt.

"Grand Maester Griswold", he says giving the man a short bow, as would be expected for a man with that title, "Excuse me if I'm not that enthusiastic about that", he says waving the smoking pile of ashes out of existance before the other archmage notice it, "And I see you already got your hands full with your new job", clear anger in his voice, "And, sure. Some time away from Runestone might be exactly what I need".

He takes the invitation and look at Griswold, "But remember I'm not your errand boy. Thing, to me".
The brown and white weasel is quick to dart across the room and climb his master's vests, finding refuge on one of the many pockets.

He is about to teleport out of the place to put a great distance away from his colleague, but close his eyes and exhale. He was acting like a brute, letting his emotions overflow in such a pathetic show. He's about to say something kind before he swallow them back to his stomach. Instead he ask him a simple question.

"Does this invitation allow some company?", he ask followed by an unsettling one, "And how are old are you again, Maester?"

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: A room full of wizards...and none that can use their brain in the right way!

You are an archmage! And a grey elven one at that! Runestone is said to have been founded by one just as you. What stops you from walking out to campus, straight towards the Tower of Magi and displaying the true power of a wizard?

Hell, this City looks at you in complacent reverence. It is high time that everyone looked up in utter fear! To manipulate power at the scale you wield, enough to turn this town inside out and mold it to your own will. Not unlike a god...!

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... but let us perish such dark thoughts. You are better than that. Way better. Inhale and exhale. Itharr is an abjurer of considerable power, yes. Probably on par with you...

But he's human. And he's old. Humans don't live long. Their lifetime is barely your adolescence. Griswold may not be out there fighting like a savage, but Time claims everyone.

Some sooner than others.

Once Itharr is in your chambers, the Master Abjurer clears his throat at your words.

"I am not enthusiastic about it, either. Between us, I would have rather kept a teaching position. And if it helps, you would not want this job- it is rather boring. A lot of paperwork. Reviewing applicants...

Nothing out of the ordinary. And I need to stay in Runestone all the time, so there's that. I do agree with you that fresh air is needed. Staying cramped inside in study is good for the mind...to a degree. And it never crossed my mind to make you an errand boy. You are an archmage, Camus. A respected member of the arcane community and Halmathan as a whole.

As for the invitation, it includes a guest. Your familiar should be just fine. And if not, I doubt they will give you any trouble. They are expecting a well respected member of Runestone to show up. An ambassador, if you will. Very diplomatic in essence. So that's it, then, well... I have to get back to the Tower and...""

Itharr Griswold is about to leave your room when he raises a bushy eyebrow.

"Sixty five...why?""

[El'the Ellie]

Daun scoffs as she listens to Eari read the letter, somewhere between actual humor and indignation. She stands up and paces with the letter in her hands.

"Can you believe her! 'I am not that forgiving'? Who does she think she is? 'Accepting of my lifestyle'? Please!"

She sits back down a moment later, petting T'nauri on the nose. "What would you do T'nauri? Smash the whole factory? Somehow I think that won't end well. I'm not sure Eari... What should I care if SMC has some stupid new contraption? I'm sure I'll see it soon enough clogging up the streets or whatever."

She pulls a few poplar seed pods out of her hair, thinking. "Wait... This thing's going to happen whether I'm there or not. I suppose I can get a pretty good look at whatever this is, right? Maybe even see how it works... Who knows, hopefully whatever it is won't be a problem for Hamalthan but if it is... Well, more information never hurts, right?"

She runs a hand through her hair again. "They want to have a fancy night with stuck up lordlings and such? Fine, I can acquiesce for an evening. T'nauri, looks like you get a night off. I'd love to bring you with, but the rich folk are scared of big dinosaurs. Be good to Eari." She says the last bit with a small smile. "Well, I suppose if I'm going to be rubbing elbows I might as well look the part."

Wild Shape

In a twist of divine magic, Daun's body contorts and transforms into the shape of a jet black raven. With a few powerful flaps she takes to the skies of Hamalthan. She does a few lazy circles around the area, enjoying the bird's excellent vision and watching the people far below. I wonder if they all know how small we all look down there from a bird. I wonder if I could show everyone. Perhaps it would get us all to stop squabbling and plotting for once. Just sit and listen. But not today. Today this bird flies back to the cage to see what others are up to.

She descends after a time, flying through the city streets until she finds the Tersetti estate. She bombs across the grounds, around back to the window in her bedroom that she always left ajar: for ease of access in bird form and quiet slipping in and out without having to deal with others. She may be attending tonight, but she didn't want her folks to know that until the last moment. Let them wonder and worry.

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: Eari remains seated and chuckles as you pace back and forth, letter in hand, while T' Nauri eats another bushel of grass and follows you around with his gaze, not sure what's going on, but your mentor certainly does.

"Your mother certainly has a way with words, doesn't she? I have yet to meet your mother, but given what you have spoken about her, well... I am perfectly fine here in Glenndale. And you are a royal, Daun! Yes, you have followed the path of the Natural World, but men and this City are, in a way, nature too.

I know that sounds contradictory, but druidism is about Balance. In this case, a balance between this life you have chosen and the one you left behind. Reconcile both and who knows- you may find your center. Besides, it's only one night. You get to see your family again and well, Halmathan's big wigs. The... 'captains of industry, rulers of their own little world of gears and cogs'.

I will keep T'Nauri safe...or it is the other way around? Seriously, who'd pick a fight with him? Maybe even go see Vicar Amelia and ask about Lady Silvarel. Hopefully she can tell me when she's coming back from her retreat.

Happy flying."

Taking a few steps away from both elf and dino, you call on the inner powers that only a druid of your caliber can muster and immediately your body suffers a rapid and drastic transition, with your hair turning in black feathers and your face quickly and- to an outsider- painfully melding into a beak as your feet turn into tiny claws and off you fly out of Glenndale and towards the Nessus Estate.

Now this place houses some of the richest families in the City. Names linked to power and prestige abound, as do their places of residence, but the Nessus Estate is a gated community in Halmathan's east side, across the Via Purifica, a river that runs across Halmathan and has its origins in Bella Laguna, in Glenndale Park.

Many say the Via Purifica is sacred. It's a river with a religious sounding name, and as a result it is customary for baptisms to take place on its shores, for those who don't want to have a very large (and very expensive) ceremony at the churches. So people of lower income ask lower ranking priests to officiate their newborns here. The City has no problems with that.

The problem is that it is a City and littering and Cities go hand in hand. Even in a river such as this one. So baptizing children in polluted waters may not be the wisest thing. Of course you and many other druids have marshaled against it. The City has assured your community that they will look into it and now and then you will find the river clean... but you can't spend resources all the time cleaning up something that people by default, see as a trash bin.

Signs are posted up, of course, asking people not to litter. And for the most part, they seem to work, especially when fines are brought up.

So many people below. All of them unaware that you are flying free as a bird, straight to a gilded cage. In retrospect, it may be a good idea to see what the Skylarios are up to with their new reveal. Already, a few of those mechanical abominations called "cars" have begun showing up in the streets, trailing fumes that blot the clean skies.

The SMC says that this is Halmathan's future. If that is the case, they can store that vision of theirs back in the scrap pile where the sun don't shine.

And speaking of the sun, it is getting a nice orange color to it by the time you swoop down towards the Tersetti Estate:


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Let it be known that father definitely likes to live big and show it off. A lot of religious motifs spread throughout the streets, since the churches have a lot of influence on the infrastructure and many of the rich families have chapels of their own, with priests living in the house. These are usually priests and nuns of The Healing Church, to provide much needed communion and any kind of assistance to the body, something the Healing Church excels at.

As you swoop down towards the window, left ajar on purpose just for your raven form to go in, something seems to catch your attention.


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[Taelas]

Gregory looks at the flower Julienne is showing him, and he smiles wanly at her. He glances down at the ring, and the smile turns melancholic, before he pulls himself together as Maria greets him.

"As ever, your gracious presence eases a troubled mind, Lady Maria," Gregory responds, giving a stiff bow. "Halmathan fares well." He never has been one for small talk.

He walks along with her, nodding in thought. "Hope is rarely truly false," he muses with a soft sigh. "My mother wishes for me to remarry, but I have told her no more times than I can quite recall." He glances in Julienne's direction, over his shoulder. "It is about the fami-" Gregory cuts off, as he receives the sending.

He stands still for a moment before replying in a like manner: "As you wish, High Inquisitor. This is concerning their new 'marvel', I presume. I shall give a thorough account of it and what it does."

He apologizes to Lady Maria for the interruption. "My presence is required elsewhere, Lady Maria," he says with another bow. "I shall have to cut my visit today short. Please continue to care for Julienne as excellently as you always have."

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: Julienne always did like flowers.

It is difficult, even for a man who proudly bears the burden of The Law upon his shoulders, not to vacillate if only for a fleeting moment upon better times. When all that mattered at the end of the day was to go home, kiss your wife and children. Sit down for a nice meal...

Tell old jokes at the table and then put the kids to sleep. Rinse and repeat. That kind of monotony isn't bad. Desired even, especially when it is stricken off your life in the manner it was.

Lady Maria walks beside you and it becomes apparent:

She is not really that tall. Considering that you wear heavy armor and have the blessings of Cuthbert on you at all times, Lady Maria might as well be a feeble reed next to you. But she was a member of the Helguard. And although you have never seen them in action, they were considered Halmathan's elite forces for a long time.

Having said that, Lady Maria is retired. Who knows if her skill with a blade is up to par with yours or anyone back in the City. This is not necessarily because of the chance to duel her, but she is in charge of an asylum that also serves as a prison. Security at the gates is sound, but the asylum area is not exactly teeming with guards. Perhaps the patients here are indeed becoming more and more docile thanks to her care.

"We all do what we must, Sir Gregory. And I can understand if you do not wish to expand on Halmathan:

It was a formality, nothing else. I do not see myself going back there anytime soon. Not while there are people here under my care. As for your vows regarding marriage...""

Lady Maria looks back at the patients, with Julienne among them and stops as a guard leads you to the outer courtyard where Galavant awaits.

"That is a decision you must take. Be well, Sir Gregory and worry not- Julienne is in good hands. We await your return come next Sunday.""

Lady Maria bows again and turns her back to you, heading towards her private chambers atop St. Noria's tallest tower, from where she is said to watch over the entire castello.

The soldiers at the castle already know the score:

Feed Galavant.

Brush his mane, if requested by you.

And keep him in the cleanest possible stable. This and no less, is the best these file and rank soldiers can do to be in good graces with one of Halmathan's highest ranking inquisitors, after all.

The portcullis is lowered and off you ride with your faithful steed through the dirt road filled with cart tracks. Recent too. There must've been people sent to the Castello...and most likely not seeking Hospice.

Once at the City's North Gate, the guards immediately recognize you and of course, allow you swift entry. It doesn't take long to ride through the streets of the City as the sun hangs low and deep orange as a few lamp posts are being lit along the streets before you reach Cuthbert's Cathedral:


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An intimidating temple when compared to the others in the City, but the reasoning behind it is somewhat sound:

This is the House of the Law, where Inquisitors pass Judgement fairly, but harshly. This cathedral has stood in the City for hundreds of years and is a testament that the Law is not to be broken, lest you end in this place. High Inquisitor Calchis has earned the monicker of "The Compassionate Cudgel", seeing as how he has attempted to be a tad more flexible with the way he handles lawlessness.

Still, the Cathedral of Cuthbert is not due for a face lift anytime soon as you dismount Galavant and enter the hallowed halls, decorated with stern looking angel statues carrying either swords, the Scales of Justice, or both.

And it is in the Room of Law, seated on a simple wooden chair several feet above the amphitheater were the guilty are tried that the High Inquisitor gets up with a grunt as he winces and regains his composure:



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"Good to see you, Gregory. Help this old man come down these stairs, please...""

A flight of stairs would not be a problem for you, but Inquisitor Calchis is old in years. When you were taken in to the Cudgel's faith, he already was an aged judge. This has not improved as your immense bulk make it much easier for the old man to get downstairs from his wooden chair and he holds on to your arm for support.

"I trust you went to see Julienne? I hope she is doing well. We made sure the Castello would care for those who...""

Calchis looks up at you and digs into his pockets, taking out a scroll.

"...on to the matter at hand, then. Lord Bardak Skylarios has extended an invitation to all the heads of church and families of import in the City. Some new marvel, as you must've guessed sardonically over the Sending.

I am not feeling too good this evening to attend and not going would not be seen well by the City as a whole. Thankfully we can as Church Leaders, send our representatives. And so, I would like you to represent us.

This scroll is your invitation. The SMC is located in Hope's Caress District. Not too far if you ride Galavant. You still have a few hours to prepare, since it's a formal evening gala. yet another reason for me to pass on it.

Will you be requiring security? That can be provided. Not really for your well being- I can attest you can handle yourself rather well. It's more of a protocol issue, but I doubt they will mind, since the number of guests is rather small."

[Chimaera]

"Just out of curiosity...", he says as his rage are slowly quenched by Itharr's words "I'm sorry. Congratulations, my friend".

The words leave a bitter aftertaste in his mouth "If you have the time to, please stay and let's have some tea".

He offer him a seat and start a fire to boil some water before taking a seat himself, "Just need to write a small message for a pesky one".

Archmage Camus grab a small piece of sheet and write in an elegant caligraphy.


"My presence was required at some gala of sorts and since I would promised to give you a tour to the City I think it would be nice to take you along. Maybe you can even see the King himself.

Answer as soon as possible.

He finish the letter and seal it with wax and his signet ring.

"Thing", he call the weasel from his pocket, "Deliver this to Kaylin", he says tying it to the weasel and then turning to Itharr, "Tea?"

[Cavir]

It was a breezy cloudy day down among the streets below, but above the tallest spires of the Royal District the winds blew hard. Kalir the raptoran had his wings fully spread and the winds kept him aloft without effort. Birds instinctively adjust to sudden winds without thought. Kalir's adjustments were just as instinctive but those fine adjustments were something he studied of himself. Being aware and intimate with his environment in the air and on the ground made great differences when avoiding an attack or slipping his own attack through an opponent's defenses. Brute strength helped but skill mattered so much more. That was something that had been drilled into him during his formal training, his own self study over the years, and he had drilled that into students at the Blooming Lotus.

Kalir slowly circled the Royal District, deep in thought while he kept his eyes relaxed to notice anything out of the usual. Many below were in taking part in masses. He kept watch on his city from above so they could practice their faiths in peace.

His eyes caught the flag waving from the Royal Barracks. Even with the altitude the raptoran could tell who was waving it just from their efficient powerful moving form. Kalir rolled over into a tight spiraling dive. As he reached the top of the spires he widened the spiral to slow his descent. He lands gently on his feet in front of the sergeant. He nods in respect to the greeting.

"An order? No need. A simple request is enough. When, where, and who else is expected?"

[Taelas]

Gregory bids Lady Maria farewell and gives a brief nod to the soldiers tending to Galavant.

He urges Galavant to speed with his heels, and he arrives at the North Gate in good time. The paladin acknowledges each of the guards, then spurs on through the City, riding at a much more sedate pace within the walls.

At the Cathedral, Gregory takes a moment to look up at the highest towers. He enjoys the stark austerity, and appreciates the view, as is his habit.

Within the Room of Law, Gregory quickly walks over to assist the aging High Inquisitor.

Though he hides it well, a brief shadow of impatience crosses his face when Calchis speaks of Julienne. His weekly visits are hardly a secret, but he does not enjoy conversing on the matter.

He listens attentively when the High Inquisitor moves on to the matter at hand, and he nods as appropriately throughout. He takes the scroll when offered. "No, I will not require security," he assures the old man, touching the symbol of St Cuthbert hanging from around his neck. "Our Lord's blessing is more than sufficient, and I will make sure they are satisfied with my attendance. There is no need to inconvenience others on my account."

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan snatches up the envelope as soon as Callum's fingertips leave. He looks at it for a moment, turning it over to peer at the other side as if this was some sort of joke. But who would joke about the Helguard?

He flips it open and reads, his brows drawing together into lines of worry even as his pulse starts to thrum with excitement. It would've been enough to know he was remembered, but trusted? Still, these were heavy words, and implied that either the Captain was in too tense a situation for further communication or- unbidden, the half-remembered faces of the commanding officers he'd outlived through his long career sprang to his mind.

No, Captain Ludwig seemed like he'd remain Captain until the very stones of the city crumbled to dust, human heritage be damned, Ilvan thinks wryly, a touch of envy marring the respect. Still, the letter was awfully cryptic. Whatever trouble the Captain had found, he hadn't given so much as a single detail, beyond that there was a threat and he could not contact the Captain about it. Perhaps Keras would know what was going on, or Callum-

Suddenly, he remembers his son's presence in the room. "I pray it reaches your hands and eyes only." Ilvan folds the letter carefully into quarters, then eighths, and slips it into a pocket. But simply removing the physical evidence wouldn't do, surely Callum would still be wondering. "Just an old friend." He lies, badly. Or is it really a lie? While he would never dare count someone as important as the Captain as a friend... Maybe colleague was closer? "Colleague." He corrects. Much better. Less untrue.

He picks up his cup of tea and returns attention to his son, casting around for the thread of the conversation before finding it again.
"In any case, this Captain Wulfur sounds like a decent sort. I've heard he's a lot harder to bribe than the man I served under when I was in your position, at least. Well, nothing was ever proven, but people talk." He says this last with some authority, trying to remember what, exactly, the people had talked about. It was bribery, right? Or had that been the man's successor? It had been too long to tell. The pause stretches on for an instant too long before Ilvan continues. "You were saying that there was trouble in the city?" Ilvan knew full well that Callum had been saying nothing of the sort. But he had to find out what the Captain had meant somehow, and perhaps Callum would excuse the ramblings of an old man.

[El'the Ellie]

I can certainly edit this if spot check reveals something.
Daun never does something half way: if she is to go to this SMC gala event, then she'll be looking the part as well. Besides, she may prefer the more free life of Glenndale, but she's not completely out of touch. She's a woman in her early twenties: she likes drawing eyes as much as anyone else on occasion.

True, it's been some time since she's had a good reason to dress up, although her folks would be quick to point out any number of fancy dinners and gatherings she had passed on. That doesn't really mean she didn't enjoy it: in truth, she mostly just found the other noble folk more exhausting than anything else at nights like this. If nothing else, it would be a change of pace. Shifting back into her human form, she looks around at her room. Still more or less the way she left it, albeit nearly pristine from the maid cleaning it some time ago.

Landscape paintings cover the walls around a four post bed: art, strangely enough, was one of the few things Daun and her mother could see eye to eye on. A small zoo of stuffed animals sat in the corner as they had for years. Daun had given up the toys for the real things in Glenndale years ago, but the tigers, bears, birds and so on still held memories between their fraying stitches.

She turned her attention to the walk-in closet across from her bed. Daun certainly didn't lack for options tonight. Beyond her day-to-day clothes in front was an array of dresses, many unworn, suitable for just this sort of night. She glanced at them as she passed by, eventually her eyes freezing on one out of place from the rest: a wedding dress, pristinely kept in it's case, patiently waiting. The sight of it filled Daun with... what? Frustration, fear, guilt. She hadn't actually expected her parents to get rid of it, but did it need to hang in the air like a shadow? She shoots the piece of clothing an accusatory as if it's somehow responsible for her reaction, then ignores it and starts pulling items off the wall.

She quickly started to assemble her attire for the evening: a maroon colored bertha neckline dress, a similarly colored lace flounce corset over chemisette. Daun couldn't really stand the crinolines that others wore: she didn't mind so much the more restricting clothes (if anything should happen, taking the wild shape of some creature would solve that issue), it was the look that was so rigid and silly, Daun thought it made the woman look like a bell or cake or something. Instead hers had a natural silhouette, with a bit of white accent running down the side. She traded her items of power for jewelry: a pearl necklace and earrings. She may be playing nice at the gala tonight, but she could still reflect the natural world. No stone is half so beautiful as what mother nature hath wrought.
After a bit of frustrating brushing and wrestling with her hair, she put it up in a twisted curl behind her head, held in place with some wooden pins and adding a dark colored rose she had borrowed on her flight over that matched the dress color. When her flurry of changing was finished, she took a moment to look in the mirror. With a sigh she realized her parents were partly right: she could have been good at this sort of thing if she had wanted. Or maybe that was just years of classes forced upon her that had left some impact.

Satisfied, she once again called on the druidic magics to shift into a blackbird, and flew out into the evening light towards the gala.

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: It is normal for you to be flying around in raven form over your family's neighborhood...

But what about others with similar ideas? The steam rises from several chimney stalks on ornate rooftops adjacent to the Tersetti manor and although it would be impossible to tell from the street, your aerial view allows you to distinguish a faint outline hiding in the smoke itself, perched on the roof.

Whether it is a man, woman or otherwise... who knows.


@Camus: Thing twitches its nose and bites into the letter as you send him off to fetch Kaylin.

Your cousin may be a few decades younger than you, but makes it up for it by being an immense arrogant nag. One has to wonder where she got it from. I mean, she is a Grey Elf like you, true. Her skills in the arcane are of course subpar... I mean, archmages do not grow on trees, now do they?

Still, your family paid for your education here in Runestone. Arrogant people walk all over the place in Halmathan, so she should be just fine. Besides, casters are held in high regard in the City of Power. Many are recognized outside of Runestone, reason why you are attending a very important event.

Who knows, perhaps you might even get to see the good king Airdan. A kordite and, if the stories are to be believed...a savage, just like most of the mundane masses here. But a blue blooded savage, nonetheless. A rarity on its own.

Griswold checks his pocket watch, studded with ancient runes and grabs a chair while Thing scampers past him to deliver the note.

"I have yet to renounce a good cup of tea, Camus. And thank you for the recognition. It means a lot to me.""

Itharr smells the tea and closes his eyes, allowing his senses to take the scents in.

"Magnificent! Are these herbs from Glenndale? Do I sense a hint of Hibiscus? And if you don't mind me asking:

Why name your familiar Thing? I just find it odd. Glimmer stated his name outright once I summoned him to be my life long familiar. Chances are he will outlive me. Perhaps you might want to consider giving your weasel a proper name? Just a suggestion, of course.""

Whether you deign to answer your choices to name your ferret or not, Runestone's Grand Abjurer takes a sip of his tea and carefully places the tea cup on the table as he rummages through his robes, searching for something.

"Tonight, you will be seeing a lot of Halmathan's elite. Not only Heads of Church, which all will most likely attend. His majesty will be there, of course. But there are two people you need to speak to in particular.

One is Lord Bardak Skylarios, founder of the SMC. His family has members of their own tied to Runestone and so, it was a great opportunity for some of our finest casters to work at his company. As you may already know, they have begun heavy work into automation. Most likely constructs. We want you to assess what he is working on. Be discrete about it, however. Lord Bardak is no fool and likes to keep his work secretive.""

Itharr hands you a set of scrolls protected by black metal cases and places them on the table.

"Camus, these are not to be opened until given to either Lord Bardak or his equally powerful associate, Lord Edward Ashford. The Skylarios may boast to have casters of renown locally come out these gates, but the Ashfords have....""

Itharr's pocket watch begins to glow and the old abjurer looks at it as he gets up and bows to you.

"I am sorry- my presence is needed at the Tower of Magi. Please deliver those documents and under no circumstance must they be opened until given to their rightful recipient. This is an order from the Council itself.

Have a good day, Archmage Camus...and have fun tonight.""

And like your previous idea, Itharr places his hands together and lowers his head as the air around him turns into a white aura and in a flash, he's gone. A Greater Teleport spell. Nothing less to be expected from him.


@Kalir: Although a small community of raptorans from a different tribe than yours have made their home here recently- as in the last year, they are still getting acquainted to the City. Fledglings born as first generation raptorans tend to be a lot more daring than their foreign parents. As a result, accidents have transpired when a few decided to test their gliding skills by leaping from high rises in Halmathan.

This went as well as could be expected. Thankfully, the Healing Church was more than eager to tend to these young ones. Whether you maintain a close relationship to this flock, that is up to you. Right now, you have a far more important task at hand as Sergeant Maxil nods in approval.


"A simple request it is then. His Majesty will be leaving the Royal Palace with an escort of twelve guards on horseback. I have been told he will be stopping at Pelor's Cathedral and the Temple of the Valorous, since Highfather Jace and Sir Randolph Brunhausser will be accompanying him. To the event.

The Guards assigned are decently trained, but we rather not take any risks. Better safe than sorry. You still have a few hours to prepare. Be at his Majesty's side at all times. Don't let him off your sight.

That will be all.""


@Gregory: Inquisitor Calchis knows best to not touch on such delicate subject, but in his old age, it must've slipped off, something he has caught immediately and as a result, changed the topic of conversation.

"Why am I not surprised? A proud paladin of the Cudgel through and through. And perhaps the finest inquisitor to have graced these hallowed halls. That is fine- you can attend the event alone- it will draw no negative attention from any guests there. You represent St. Cuthbert, after all.""

Calchis pats your armored hand with his own wrinkled one and yawns as a couple of Cuthbertine guards escort the old man to his chambers for an early and much needed rest.

"Take your time, Gregory. You still have a few hours left before the gala. Put on your best inquisitor attire and have fun. Who knows what the SMC has cooked up this time. Have a nice evening, son.""


And so, Calchis is gone. You could show up in your armor, or you could don the traditional black and green trimmed robes with a jeweled Cudgel embroidered on the right sleeve, a sign of high rank within the church. You should have one gifted to you a few years back in your room. Just a matter of dusting it off and...

And then the sounds of metal boots echoing on the marble floor as a pair of neophytes bearing the symbol of your god stop a few paces from you and pant, catching their breath as they realize who you are and kneel, not unlike serfs to its king.

"Inquisitor Gregory! A thousand apologies! We did not mean to run around the cathedral like that, but they brought someone that needs to be tried. The culprit is outside, heavily restrained.

Shall we call on High Inquisitor Calchis?""

Now you could go bother the man, but he seemed exhausted. In his absence, the role of Judge falls to the next high ranking inquisitor in the church and right now, that honorable title would fall upon you.

Of course, you may not seat at the wooden chair Calchis used in the Room of Law. The cathedral has many smaller courtrooms that deal with day to day cases.

And since Cuthbert admonishes swift Judgement, you should still have plenty of time to deal with this and attend the event.


@Ilvan: How you wish this were a joke.

Nobody outside the Helguard has access to this symbol. Not even the King hismelf. Ludwig the Holy Blade, getting in touch with you after so many years...

For some reason, it is hard for you to remember his face. So many expeditions, so many men and women lost out there, fighting Beasts. But what little snippets of memory course back to you like a bloody flood remind you all too well of the tasks assigned.

Retirement was given to all those that returned with Captain Ludwig from the last expedition. In hindsight, Atonement would have been better... but atonement for what? This was mentioned by someone in your company, but who and why?

And now Captain Ludwig, Halmathan's Holy Blade asks you to protect this City. What happened? Why isn't he coming forward? You have outlived many of the Helguard. Be it because they died valiantly in battle... or some simply decided to fade into obscurity.

One is said to now act as caretaker in the old castle, but she is as distant to you now as your connection with Callum before the tea cup is placed on the table next to you and you finish folding the letter eightfold and storing it in your own person.

"A colleague? From the Helguard? You should totally get together, father! The Helguard are a very respected Order in the City, even if they have gone inactive for quite some time. Getting back to see old faces...

Perhaps that may cheer you up. Get you out of this place. Retell the old stories which you never shared with me.""

Callum quickly realizes the folly of his words and stands at attention like a soldier.

"Apologies, sir! I spoke out of place.""

That training has paid off. A soldier through and through, just like you. Perhaps one day he might even rise to fill the ranks of the Royal Guard, but right now, other topics pique your interest as Callum takes his seat back and sips the tea.

"Captain Wulfur is said to have never taken a single copper as bribe. I wish I could say the same for the rest of the Guard. As for what's happening around?

There's talk of a mad man out in the streets. Preys for his victims at night. We are keeping this case as tight as possible- we don't want to raise panic. We will find this psychopath and arrest him. He should be an easy target.

And earlier today, well...take a look.""

Callum removes his breast plate and shows you a bloody bandage across his stomach. the blood has coagulated, but as a result, has dyed the bandage red.

"It was ten of us. We were given a tip about a hunter gone rogue. We don't know if she was a Hunter from the old Scourge Days, but we took the advice and prepared accordingly. We pinpointed her location at a warehouse in Rashema's Marina. We geared up appropriately and set out to ambush her...

We should have known that these so called "Hunters" earned that title for a reason. Whether it was one, I could not tell. But she took down two of our team within seconds. Fought like a Frenzied Fiend. I have seen all manner of fighting skills before, but this was at a different level. We cordoned the entire block before, anticipating collateral damage...and a good thing we did.

In the end, we lost five good men to her, but through team tactics, we managed to knock her out, shackle her...

And she should be in High Inquisitor Calchis' presence right now. End report.""

Callum puts armor back on and taps his stomach, where the wound was.

"This is only cosmetic, father. I stopped by the Church of the Good Chalice and Mary treated my wounds. They really live up to their name, I must say. Now, if you'll excuse, I must return to my post.

Go and see your old friends- beats staying in all the time."

[Chimaera]

Camus is somewhat happy that Itharr accepted his apology.

"You're correct. Seen like the time spent on dusty libraries didnt ruined your nose", he says drinking from his cup, "I was never good naming things, Amarille was the one with a knack for names. Trutu be told: many of my articles' titles were named by her", he offer a small smile, "My last familiar was taken away along with her in the experiment so when I summoned Thing she was gone already. Thing had no nane for a few months so I started calling him Thing and now he's Thing".

Remembering Amarille always made him both happy and sad, so he decided to let Itharr speak for a moment focusing on the tea and the task ahead. He listen carefully and take both scrolls.

"I hope those arent Love Letters else I might be kicked out this time", he half jokes before pocketing them in haversack, "And sure: you have business to do and I have a party to get ready for. We can drink more tea another time", he says and give the archmage a nod before it teleport out.

Heh. Now that was just show off.

Finishing his tea, he take both cups and wash them manually which was something he rarely did and Amarille always joke how he used magic for everything and...

He let out a heavy sigh and walk to his wardrobe. Time to get dressed for this gala: which robe should he use? And more importantly: where is that annoying Kaylin?

[Taelas]

"By your leave." Gregory sees the departing High Inquisitor off with a deep bow.

He considers changing out of his armor and into the proper official vestments, but it would mean dismissing part of the blessing of St. Cuthbert for the rest of the day in order to fit into the clothes. Only what he is wearing at the time of his daily prayers alters its size along with him. No matter, the armor serves just as well; it can be considered a uniform in and of itself, after all. Besides, wearing it most of the day is a kind of training.

His musings are interrupted by the neophytes, and he frowns in their direction. He shakes his head in response to the question. "The High Inquisitor has retired for the day. I will sit in judgment. Bring the accused," he orders, then marches straight for his preferred court among the lesser courtrooms.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

The 'sir' felt like a punch to the gut, keeping his mind on the present.
And seeing Callum wounded...

His wife would have known what to say, how to acknowledge losing friends and blood in the law's pursuit. Instead, Ilvan addresses the accomplishment. "Good work. Murderers like that can't be allowed to go free." He nods sharply. There. Praise his son, that was the right thing to do. "I have no doubt your team could take even a 'Frenzied Fiend'. A single blade in the dark is no match for hard work and well-trained allies..." The allies his son had just lost. Ilvan's burgeoning rant cuts off abruptly.

"And be careful," he admonishes as Callum leaves.

Yes, the boy was more right than he knew. He should get out, try to find Keras or... well, somebody.

Of course, before Ilvan leaves, he makes sure he is dressed appropriately, although he does not appreciate the fashion of this era. Too many pieces, too much fabric, too buttoned up. The long coat gets in his way and the hat's brim interferes with line of sight to things above him. He much prefers armor, nobody complains when it goes out of style, as long as it protects.

"I hope you're ready for crowds," he complains to his guide as he steps out the door, the little wink of light trailing behind a half-step. Next stop was the last address Keras had given.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Itharr nearly chokes on the comment regarding books.

"I wasn't always nose deep in a library, you know. I 'earned my stripes', as they say. The blade in my room is still sharpened every now and then, just in case. But admittedly, our Methods are a far better way of solving problems than swinging away wildly.""

Griswold looks up at the fireplace, displaying the last portrait of her and a loving and painful reminder of things lost:


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Amarille Shatris, considered one of the finest elven mages to have graced Runestone during your time here. The painting was commissioned by you to one of Halmathan's finest artists of the time. A young fellow by the name of Steiner. Now this guy had done portraits for all the best families in The City. He wasn't known for being cheap and yet...

He did this one for free. When Amarille pressured to pay him, the young man declined coin and simply walked away and you never heard of Steiner again. Who knows what happened to him.

Artists are strange that way, after all.

"She will never be forgotten, Camus. She was one of a kind, that's for sure. So that's your familiar's origin's name? Thing? It is yours, after all. As for the documents here, no. Not love letters. It's... confidential material. Just make sure it gets to the right hands. I would love tea at some other time, Archmage Camus. Take care...""

And because Griswold is a wizard, he has to show off who's got the bigger staff here and teleports out rather than use the door. Cute trick, but you can do it as well.

Now, to see what to wear for this gala. You have collected quite an assortment of robes throughout the years. The robes make the wizard, they say. Not really, but they definitely impress. And first impressions are very important, especially when you'll be with Halmathan's High Society....

And then Thing comes in as the door to your chamber opens and in comes a face you'd rather not see, but given the circumstances:


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Kaylin Quivaris, of House Quivaris... and your younger cousin, much to your chagrin.

Now many people even in Runestone have dubbed you at times a tad arrogant. They haven't met Kaylin. Younger than you by a few decades, Kaylin has demonstrated quite the aptitude for the arcane arts. Enough for someone like you to nod in recognition. Never in awe. But she is here to stay.. apparently for some time. And as much as you'd like to send her back home, family ties can be annoyingly strong.

"So this is where an Archmage lives... I thought you'd be in the Tower. Your familiar sent a poorly written note. You taught it to write? Very impressive!""

Kaylin takes a seat and sniffs the cup left by Griswold, moving it away.

"This is not the tea I like. So... a party? And I might even get to meet the King? I have yet to meet a human king... and I have met royalty all over. What, you thought your were the only Quivaris with ties, cousin? Then again, if I am going to be at Runestone and become a mighty wizard myself, they need to get a glimpse of talent early on.""

There are many ways to deal with an opponent. Runestone has taught you this...and by Boccob, that rage calmed by Griswold's words seem to threaten to erupt like a mad geyser as you keep shoving robes around, looking for the right one before Kaylin walks up to the fireplace.

"What's that? Did you buy it off some amateur?"

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: High Inquisitor Calchis returns the bow and is aided by fellow Cuthbertines to his chambers.

The man is old. His health has been rumored to be waning as of late. Although a true Paragon of Justice, he is not immortal and given time- hopefully a lot- he will be joining St. Cuthbert himself. Chances are you will be named High Inquisitor after his passing. The ways succession of rank occurs is a mystery to you not only because you moved from one church to another, but because this is a tightly held secret held amongst Church Leaders.

Time will tell. But right now, you need to administer Justice as per your rank and duty.

The Room of Law is to remain closed in Calchis' absence, but St. Cuthbert's Cathedral has no small amount of smaller and just as efficient court rooms to dispense it.

A Cuthbertine priest bows to you as you walk to the stand and you can already hear maniacal laughter coming from down the hall as something is wheeled in towards the Court Room as the torches cast eerie lights around the room and you take a seat, larger than life thanks to the Cudgel's Blessings and await the accused.

Normally, these procedures are quick and simple, but there are about a dozen guards coming hauling something heavy as the bailiff, an Inquisitor of lower rank by the name of Donovan, unfurls a scroll and reads out loud as you face the accused, wheeled in from the shadows.

"Court is in session! The City of Halmathan proceeds to, according to the Law, process the accused... bring her in!""

The maniacal laughter intensifies as half a dozen guards haul a wooden platform supported by wheels and you can see that the accused in heavily bound in bloody chains as the guards stop her a few feet away from you and are quick to step back, weapons at the ready.


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"Sasha Surnam, known as The Crimson Tigress. She is brought in on the account of alleged smuggling, theft...

And homicide. The 6th Division of the City Guard apprehended her at Rashema's Marina, where she killed five members of the guard. It was recommended that she were to be bound in such manner before bringing her in.""

Sasha looks up at you and sniffs the air as a wicked smile crosses her face.

"And here I thought I'd see the Old Man himself! Did he croak already? Are you the 'Big Man' now...oh yes. I can see that, clear as day..hehehehheeeee...hahahahhahahhahaaaaaa!""

Inquisitor Donovan frowns at her words and takes a step forward while Sasha keeps looking at you directly in the eyes, never backing away despite being in such a precarious position.

"Silence, wench! You are in the presence of his Honor, Judge Du Vay! Have you anything to say for all this?""

Sasha looks at Donovan and sniffs the air and then looks back at you.

"You're welcome."

[Cavir]

"A simple request it is then. His Majesty will be leaving the Royal Palace with an escort of twelve guards on horseback. I have been told he will be stopping at Pelor's Cathedral and the Temple of the Valorous, since Highfather Jace and Sir Randolph Brunhausser will be accompanying him. To the event.

The Guards assigned are decently trained, but we rather not take any risks. Better safe than sorry. You still have a few hours to prepare. Be at his Majesty's side at all times. Don't let him off your sight.

That will be all."

Kalir nods in accepting the honored task. "I'll be there." He wasn't one for military formalities but he was known for keeping his word. Keeping the king safe helped keep the city, his home, safe so being on watch over the king's excursion was not something Kalir needed to be ordered to do.

The raptoran kept two living quarters. His more common residence was at the Temple of the Blooming Lotus but he had his own space at the Royal Barracks. Once the sergeant left Kalir turned towards another doorway, one that would lead to his room. Opening his wings he bent his knees then combined the power of a single flap and his chiseled muscular legs to leap toward the door. He didn't glide but the great leap took him just short of the door, landing with a heavy thud to wake up his legs after flying the skies above.

In his room his grabbed his finer looking but still battle ready clothing that fit over his fine breastplate armor then headed down the hall to freshen up.

Long before it was time for the king to head out Kalir arrives to report in with the detail's leader and the king's steward to work out the final plans for the trip. He also inquires about what event was going on.

[Chimaera]

Griswold's visit ends soon and he is left alone for a few moments before his cousin come in, astride in her horse named Disdain.

"If you believe all archmages live in that tower it just prove how ignorant you are", he says with a cold smile, "But worry not: this is a place for enlightment and I believe you will learn how things work around quickly and get rid of the blessing of ignorance. If you make the cut, of course. Not all are fit to study here", he says and turn his back from the robes, "[b]Tell me, how is your stay at that inn? Not too far from Runestone I hope", he says and make a motion for Thing to climb to his usual pocket, "For Thing's sake, of course", he pets the weasel's head.

He completely ignore the remark from the tea: complete bad taste to make such a comment on a delicious tea.

"And you're used to royalty? Good. Wouldnt want them believe I was dragging a servant alongside", he says and turn his attention back to his many robes, picking one made purple silk and decorated with several small blue quartz, each with a rune inscribed magically inside, "I hope you have something fancy to wear, right?"

The rage was slowly boiling inside Camus, but he decided to not let her get the worse of him, so at the mention of portrait, he simple smile.

"It was a gift: Amarille Shatris, my wife", he says presenting her to the portrait, "And yes, Art is something the uneducate mind have a hard time to grasp. But as I said earlier: time in Runestone might do some good thing for you. Maybe you'll learn a lot of things attending here".

He look to the chair left unoccupied by Griswold and wave for her to sit, "I'll get ready and call a carriage to your inn so that you can get ready. If it doesnt take hours for you to look good maybe we can make a brief tour around the Royal District before the party start", he fix his jade circlet around his golden hair and caress the frame of Amarille's portrait, "Shall we?"

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Praise the boy. That is why he came here, after all. Give him a sign of approval. He looks up to you...

"Murderers indeed, father. That is why I signed to The Guard- like you, I also wish to see this City cleansed of all that ails it. I may never attain the degree of power and respect you did in the Helguard, but Maria and Daisy? For them, I put my life on the line.

Because you once did for us all. Enjoy your evening, father. It was good seeing you. And I will be careful."

The door shuts lightly but it may have been a slam as your Blade Guide floats by your side, not well aware of what has just transpired. You need to leave this house.

The City has taken care of you all these years. The King himself granted you an honorable discharge, along with the rest of the members of the Helguard, upon conversing with Captain Ludwig about your last expedition...

If only your mind weren't so foggy now to remember what exactly transpired to give everyone such a leave, though. Age does take its toll. Even on elves.

To step out onto the streets once again. Changed beyond measure. Back in your day, it was much simpler: those that fought in the Helguard were advised not to wear armor or shields- those were too restrictive against the Beasts beyond, and thus became a liability in combat. You had to be quick of feet and mind out there. The idea of using shields and donning heavy armor was quickly abandoned by The Holy Blade when his own was splintered beyond repair.

Of course, Ludwig was never bereft of his own blade, said to have chosen him under a moonlit sky. Because of this, members of the Helguard trained unlike any soldier in the City...probably on Oerth entire. Their bodies became as strong and as hardy as the beasts they felled. It was the only way.

But times have changed now. Callum being a prime example. All these ideas cross your mind as you put on something that more closely resembles the times today- no easy feat. Muggers are still running around Halmathan- your son barely survived an encounter with one. You are not running that risk a second time.

And once outside, with the towering buildings and carriages and multitude of people walking around, none really recognizing a member of an elite group such as yourself, you head to the only place you can think of finding someone from the old days. See what they are up to.

The City may have changed its facade, but the streets are all too familiar to you as you head towards the Royal District and the Training Grounds, where Halmathan's elite Royal Guard bunk and train, fully devoted to Crown and City.

Unlike the rest of the City, those in the Royal Guard- even the most recent members recognize you and pay their deepest respects by giving you a military salute, fit for a man who did so much for their home. This is an uncommon welcome for someone who's been away for so long, but it sure feels good to be remembered after all:

You did train here before signing up for the Helguard.

A few familiar faces can be spotted in the group, who resume their training with both blade and spell, but where is Keras?

And then the sound of wheels catches your attention as a disheveled figure is brought into the sun's waning light, pushed by a nun bearing the emblem of the Golden Sun with a chalice inside, symbol of The Healing Church:


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"You have aged terribly...old friend.""

It's Amren. Your understudy in the Royal Guard and later, a member of the Helguard. Like you, he has grown a beard and his face is visibly scarred, to the point that his eyes have been flooded in cataracts as the nun hands him a vial with a red liquid and the man takes a sip of it before tasting it and with shaking hands, gives her the vial and does a silent gesture, which causes her to walk away and leave both alone.

This guy was a sharpshooter. Almost as good as you when it came to the bow and arrow. A careless test to see who was the superior shot cost unnecessary deaths. And now, he can't even walk on his own.

"Have you come to reminisce, Ilven? I may be old, but my hearing is still on point- a justly deserved salute for a Helguard? All we need is a parade...hehehhehee...* cough..COUGH* !!!""

The nun hears Amren and is already coming to his aid when your student raises a shaky hand and she steps back.

"How has life been treating you? If I had to guess, a tad better than me. You still have your legs... do you? My sight isn't what it used to be. Hell, they don't even recognize me- how could they? A blind and a cripple in a chair? Hardly the stuff of legends.""

It is true, Time takes its toll on everyone. Legend or not. Amren and you may not have been on the best of terms back in the Glory days of the Helguard, but a threat? He definitely is not.

"So what brings you here? The desire to be remembered? Showered in praise? Heh!

I come here to reflect... and seek forgiveness. We are bloody poisonous relics, Ilven. Best forgotten and avoided."


@Kalir: You need not take this as an order.

The King and his entourage will be safe under your watchful eye. The SMC will be hosting a private event and chances are security will be tight, but the King is known for being hard to keep in one place for a long time. For a royal, he doesn't act like one. This isn't seen as a bad thing for the vast majority of Halmathans. As a result, his behavior has earned him the title of The People's King, because it is with the common folk that he feels most at home and can be himself.

Needless to say, the nobles and some Church Leaders frown upon this behavior, but what are they going to do? And so, you head towards your own room and get ready for the evening. Hopefully it doesn't take too long, as you leave the barracks and are about to inquire about the details of this event when your Raptoran sight catches a most unusual person in the barracks:



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That's Ilven Selma! A member of the Helguard under Captain Ludwig, a legend for those who have studied Halmathan's History.

Ilven is known amongst the Royal Guard as the Arrow of God. Although you weren't even born when he was in his prime, tales state that Ilven once shot a single arrow across the City and felled a beast, striking it down instantly. He has never once missed a shot and only a fool would dare challenge him to a contest with a bow.

At any rate, he is perhaps the only Helguard you have seen here in a very long time, since Captain Ludwig has been absent as of late.

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: It is not unknown for chimney sweeps to work well into the late hours of the day.

Right now, you have to assume a role. One you rather not, but in order to broker peace with your family, this is a sacrifice you must undertake. This does not entail by any means that you will stop standing up for Halmathan's nature- if anything, this gala could be a perfect platform to make a statement.

And of course your mother would have the wedding dress ready at a moment's notice. She is driven, you must give her that. But Oscar Skylarios will have to find himself some other socialite.

The landscape drawing are a near perfect capture of Glenndale Park. The preserve is a bucolic smorgasbord of inspiration to many artists and even you have been approached by young would be Manets to become their next "muse". Of course, they usually ask for a very natural pose. As in, nude.

T'Nauri is quick to send them packing, easel and all.

Your usual druid garb will have to take a back seat tonight as you look into the polished mirror and dress for the occasion. A strange feeling after being for so long surrounded by people and animals amongst roots and leaves and pristine lakes, away from all this beautiful facade of glamour and gallantry.

The worst part is always getting the twigs and acorns that get caught in your hair. A thousand blades would be preferred to the brush wrenching these off your hair, causing you to stifle a curse more than a few times, lest Mother hears you downstairs, but in the end, it is done.

A lady, through and through. Fit for Halmathan's wealthy and powerful elite...it's only one night. After this, back to Glenndale. and so, once satisfied with your looks, you once again adopt the form of a raven and fly off towards Hope's caress as the lights below begin to flicker and turn on in the streets. Eari must be having a jolly good time back at the Park. It's usually in nights like these that she and the other druids converge and practice their own rituals, now under Vicar Amelia's caring and watchful sight.

How can you tell you're getting close to the SMC? The smog.


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The Skylarios definitely like to build their offices big and imposing. Despite the rain, the tall chimney stacks spew steam that nearly cause you to plummet from the dizziness, but finding an alley, you quickly revert to your own form and like a true Tersetti, approach the opulent bronze door, made in the shape of a giant Cog as music can be heard inside and several carriages stop in front of the building, with the coachmen opening the door to many faces you have seen at parties hosted by your family when you were a child.

A young man dressed in black from head to toe and wearing a top hat and white gloves bows courteously to you and asks for your name before checking a list.

"Lady Daun of House Tersetti...of course! Welcome!""

The main lobby has been beautifully arranged, with its high ceilings and servants walking around with silver trays and glasses filled with bubbling champagne as the guests don't even mind the server and stick their hand out, picking the glasses and talking about, well... whatever Halmathan's elite might talk about.

Who is the best dressed?

What is she wearing?

Whose jewelry shines the most...and which is fake.

The men fill the lobby with their cigar smoke and laugh amongst themselves, no doubt some grand business deal that have secured their lives in wealth even more.

But what stands out the most and has many guests looking attentively are odd statues encased in glass. Two of them tower above a normal man and have been polished to an uncanny degree:


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One is clearly a bull. Made of metal...bronze, perhaps? Your parents can be seen in the other end of the lobby, chatting up a storm, especially your mother.


@Camus: Time to show Kaylin how things are ran here.

"How dare you call me ignorant, Camus Quivaris? Do not forget that our family put you through school. Were it not for us, you'd be a... what is the word? Savage? You owe us. And according to what I was told... a lot.

Then again, you are an archmage. I know legacy is a thing, even here. With your connections- which I can only hope you have- I can get in much quicker than the usual apprentice... which I am not, by the way.

And I am not staying at an inn. That's for dirty rat killing savages who seek fame in some grimy dungeon.

I am the Golden Mare Hotel, luxury suite. Nice view to Cathedral Ward. If anything, this City has very nice architecture. But I can make it better once my skills are honed even more than they are now.""

Kaylin gives you a death stare upon your comment.

"I am nobody's servant! You will introduce me as your cousin, of royal elven lineage. And get me an audience with this King Airdan of yours. Might as well start at the top. And yes- I brought my wardrobe here. Finest elven dresses made by the best seamstresses in the whole land.""

Kaylin swallows her pride for a few seconds when you let her know the painting she was dissing on portrays your dead wife.

"Oh... she is nice. It's a pretty picture.... and I know a lot about art, just so you know. But yes- you might be somewhat right about honing my already impressive skills here in Runestone. I might even get to have a seat at the Tower of Magi in under a year.""


Once you are ready, Kaylin walks ahead of you and waits for you to open the door as both cross campus, Thing safe in your pocket.

"If you must know- and you really you ought not- I left many suitors back home. Such is my natural charm. I should not take long to get ready. Call a carriage, then.... or use your magic to get me to my Hotel, not an inn. That is why you came here, right?""

[Taelas]

Gregory's expression is impassive, betraying nothing as he sits in the large, reinforced chair that has been brought to the court to accommodate him.

"'Welcome'?" he asks in a grave tone, one eyebrow raised. "Sasha Surnam, you stand accused of theft, smuggling, and five counts of murder, before the Justice of the law, under the authority of St. Cuthbert and the City of Halmathan. Am I to take your disparaging remark as you pleading guilty? That will make this a very swift judgement indeed. Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: How can a person like this been around the City doing all these horrible things? You have been trained to follow the Law. This is just another criminal, albeit one that doesn’t seem as terrified of being in a room filled with Inquisitors, but that can change rather quickly.

“You are indeed welcome, judge. I must take your badge toting friend’s words as gratitude.

As for the charges I am accused of? Not guilty. We all do what we must, don’t we?

You dispense justice from that chair.

I hunt.”

[Taelas]

Gregory observes the woman for a long moment.

"You plead not guilty, yet you were apprehended in the midst of your criminal activities. You killed five members of the guard. Unless I am satisfied that you did so only in self-defense and while in fear of your own life, the sentence for such heinous crimes is incarceration in the Castello of Santa Noria for the remainder of your natural life. You have this one chance to speak in your own defense and give your account of events. I would suggest you take it to heart."

[Chimaera]

Listening to her complaints, Camus look to his younger cousin.
"It's Archmage Camus Shatris. Be used to it, else you commit a gaffe at the gala", he correct her, "And dont take it as an insult, cousin", he says opening the door and hailing a carriage for them to go to the luxuous inn she was staying in, "Being ignorant and being a savage is two completely different things: you just dont know yet of some things since there is no way you would know how Runestone works in your short stay here. But since you're not a savage you'll eventually learn and maybe one day become an archmage like me", he says and grab a small particle of ruby from his component pouch, "You're like a brute gemstone: just need a few cuts and will be a perfectly lapidated diamond. You'll learn that no matter how much you study, there will always be more to study. Believing you will be sitting in the Tower of the Magi in a year sounds more like a wild joke or just a fevered dream...".

He put the ruby back in his pouch and place his hand in her forehead, a look of concern in his face, "I hope you didnt catch yourself in the storm or should I worry you're sick? Or maybe I just laugh at your joke?", his cornern changing to a grin, "There is no quick way to reach power and you're still young. You're an elf, time will be in your side so there is no need to rush, it's not like you're an human and have less than a century to master your powers".

As the carriage goes, he point one place or another.
"And yes, I could teleport us to the expensive inn you're staying, but then it wouldnt be a tour, right? See that big tower of there? Thats the Moquol's Tower of Commerce and that giant temple over there? That one is...", he goes on and on with his tour trying to have talking stick for most of the ride. This way she wont bother him so much.

Upon reaching the Golden Mare he seems to realize something, "And it is possible you have already crossed path with King Airdan. This is his favorite hotel from what I've heard", he says and let her guide him to her room, "And it is a really large room, almost as large as mine. I hope you're not spending all the good money of the Quivaris Family just to sleep here. I'm sure I could get you some room in Runestone with all my influence and all...", he take Thing out of his pocket and let him scout the room while himself sit on an armchair and start folding asmall piece of paper for a miniature hat for Thing, "Well, whenever you're ready, let me know".

Once the paper hat is complete, he put it on Thing's head and pull his spellbook and start readying it.
"Juts out of curiosity, Kaylin", he ask her without raising his eyes from the book, "What spell use ruby dust as it main component?"

[El'the Ellie]

On her flight over Daun smirks a bit, as much as a bird can, remembering the handful of painters at the park with the courage to approach her and T'nauri. The last one had been rather charming, she had almost agreed. But she is pulled out of her thoughts as the smog reaches her.

On Daun's long list of likes and dislikes of Hamalthan, the toxic air might be her very least favorite thing about the city. She knew largely how and why the smog happened and the scientific reasons behind it, but on a more poetic level it seemed like the gods themselves were punishing these people for their machinations. The fact that her family was at least partially responsible for it made it worse.

Unwilling to be up where the smog is worst for too long, Daun descends and joins the party. Almost immediately she remembers what sickened her about these things: the performance of it all. Fake smiles, fake laughs, fake clothes to make them look more important than they are... And the honest ones were worse. Nearly everyone here was clawing their way up the ladders of social standing by kissing the behind of the person in front of them. It was sad but understandable: all animals will make fools of themselves to find food and mates and resources when they feel inadequate. It's the honest, comfortable ones that Daun dislikes: they have means and wealth and power, and hold it above the heads of others to see how much production they can grind out of those beneath them.

She put on a pleasant smile all the same. When in Rome... Daun stifles a cough as she wades through the smoke of the men nearby. Those were the honest type. Disgusting. Although she notices her parents, her attention is drawn immediately to the towering statues. What on Oerth are these..? She approaches the metal bull. This is SMC, not some Steiner gallery: these can't just be statues, they must do something. But what? What do you need to make a metal bull to do, eat metal grass? She snickers a bit at her own joke. She pushes politely through the crowd to get a closer look at the case: perhaps it would have some sort of information at it's base, but she suspected the guests would be informed soon enough. Daun positioned herself intentionally: close to the bull to get a good look, but within as easy sight as possible of her parents. I may have come at their request, but I'm not going to hurry to their side like a child. If they want to talk they can come to me.

Meanwhile, she listens to the chatter nearby, eager to join any conversation where someone sounds like they have a good idea what these are.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

It takes Ilvan a second longer than it should to reconcile the cripple before him with his student. If it hadn't been for the old embers of his grudge that still smoldered, he might not have recognized Amren at all. Had it really been that long? He'd been spending too much time with himself and his son lately, forgetting that other races' lives barreled on at a breakneck pace. In fact, Ilvan now had a sneaking suspicion that Keras might not be the young man he remembered either.

"I've been well, yes." Amren didn't need to know about the fog between Ilvan's ears, or how his hands sometimes shook.

"As for why I'm here... aren't we allowed to visit friends? This 'relic' isn't ready to lay quietly on a shelf just yet." He forces a chuckle, knowing he should be kinder to his student, but Amren's talent to get under his skin hadn't left with the use of his legs.

Still, the rivalry did seem a little petty now (now that he'd unquestionably won, a nasty little thought whispered), and it was hard to believe this pitiable figure was the same one he blamed for so much. May as well try to mend bridges before Amren up and died. "Unfortunately, I seem to have let friends drift away. I'm lucky to have found you here. Have you kept up with anyone from the old days, or is watching the Guard the extent of your Atonement?" There was that word again. Atonement.

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: The guards seem somewhat unnerved by this woman, despite being bound heavily in chains.

The City has dealt with all manner of threats before. And as an inquisitor of your rank, you are not wont to fall into cheap intimidation tactics. In fact, you make it clear to the accused what her fate will befall, should she continue down this path. Something you can certainly guarantee given your position.

"Hehehehehheheee...Hahahahahahhaaaaaaaa...HAHAHAHAH HAHAAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

...Fear of my own life? Yes, that sounds poetic. Can you have that written down? As for your questions, Judge. Yes:

I do regret my actions, your honor. I wish I had killed all of them. Prevention is the best defense, you know? Where is the old man? Is he really dead? Cynical lot, the whole bunch of you. Filth! I have nothing or no one to answer to, but you? Oh yes..."

Sasha looks at you and then at the room, smiling wickedly.

"You are going to answer soon enough!"

[Cavir]

With such important matters coming up Kalir quickly cleaned up and got ready. Dressed in his fighting best he headed down the stairs back toward the training grounds. He wanted to pass through there to take notice of the training. Leaving the stairs and headed to the exit he came across a surprise. He stepped closer, stopped, and rendered a tight salute which was unusual for the Raptoran but this was an unusual meet.

"Master Selma! An honor to see you. How are you?" The Helguard had many titles, but Kalir knew him well enough to not put him ill at ease, at least in this more private situation.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Getting a carriage to the Royal District from Runestone's gates is not difficult.

Wizards and all manner of arcanists, amongst regular visitors come and go into campus, either to enroll or visit. In that regard, Runestone is an open place. What transpires in classes, up in the Tower of Magi, especially, well... that's what nobody's talking about. Plus, fees are abnormally low- a silver piece will get you across town and then some.

Kaylin crosses her arms as rain begins to hit the windows of the carriage as Thing curls up in your arms. Although what you are telling your cousin is true, and she most likely knows it, she isn't going to acquiesce to your opinion. All Kaylin does is look out the window and pretty much ignore your talk about her lack of knowledge and definitely the impossibility of her getting accepted into the Tower of Magi, no less.

She does show some genuine excitement when you point at the imposing Tower of Commerce and the Cathedrals belonging to Heironeous and Pelor once the carriage stops at the Golden Mare and the coachman opens the door for her.

"I already told you I have that view to Cathedral Ward from my room. I have to admit: I have never seen so many churches in one place. Do they even get along together? And what? The King? He comes to this place? I have yet to meet him. I have heard of him, but I would not know what he looks like.""

The Golden Mare is technically an inn. People come in, get drinks and food. Gather around a table and get piss drunk. It is not uncommon for these drunken savages to formulate pathetic pseudo heroic plans to venture out into the City and earn them some fame and coin.

Not that such a thing happens in Halmathan. The streets are safe... ideally. You are in Runestone and no crimes are committed there, so the same principle should apply beyond its walls.

What differentiates the Golden Mare from your standard run of the mill inn is that because the King has been here so many times and it's so close to the main churches in the City, the owners put a lot more money into it. They even have a fancy new device called an elevator, operated by a complex set of gears covered by ornate bronze shutters. Push a button, and the metal box goes up and down. Gnome engineering, most likely. SMC must've had their hand in it, naturally.

And naturally, the Golden Mare is a lot more expensive than other inns, but the service is said to be really good and the accommodations... fit for a king.

And once in the master bedroom, with a freshly cut bouquet of wildflowers on a white vase in the center table, Kaylin walks up to the curtains and opens them wide, showing you the impressive vista of Cathedral Ward, with the sun setting behind it ever so slowly.

"See? I told you I had the best...""

And then your cousin covers her mouth and her eyes widen as she looks at the bathroom and runs towards it, shutting the door with a liuud slam as the faucet is turned on, but it can't stifle the sound.

DO NOT COME IN, CAMUS! OR I SWEAR...


You have seen some peers of yours- human mostly- succumb to sickness of this kind. Usually after heavy drinking or over eating. Who knows what your pig headed cousin has been up to prior to seeing you, but after twenty minutes of an orchestral bilious performance that will haunt your mind for a long time, Kaylin props the door ajar just a bit, her face pale green, her eyes sunken.

"This damn place! I am sorry... I cannot attend. Can't risk making a fool of myself in front of the crowd, who are most definitely expecting me. send the King my kindest...oh here it comes again!""

Yeah... she won't be leaving that restroom for awhile and you? You are late.

[Chimaera]

"There are a few problems once in a while, but they usually get along fine", Camus says and look at the temples, "And what I find really weird is that there is no big church dedicated to magic: one would expect the City that is home of Runestone and its many archmages would have a boccobite church of sorts".

Entering her room his eyes wanders the expensive looking furniture and the flowers decorating the table, "It really seems to pay off the cost for a night here. But maybe it would be better if.... Are you okay?", Camus stop his speech as Kaylin dash through the room.

What follows next makes Camus stop talking and feel a great deal of disgust. Sure, he feel sorry and even a little worried about his cousin's health, but just hearing makes the elf a little nauseated. "By the gods, Kaylin! What are you summoning there in this fell tongue?", he says through the door, "Are you okay?", he waits her to come out and look at her face, "And I was only joking about being sick. Come here", he says and put his hand on her forehead again, to check for fever, "Did you eat something spoiled? Or drunk too much last night? Or wait...", he says and look at her, "Are you pregnant?", this last question he does like it was a joke.

Looking at the sky outside, he watch the rain for a while. He's late already.
"As much as I would like to stay here and nurse you, I believe you rather have me away before you go... Chanting again. But dont worry: there will be other parties and other nights for me to take you in a tour. I'll leave Thing with you, in case you get worse. Familiars and their masters have a sympathic link as you may know, so in case you need me you can use that to call my attention".

Truth be told, he felt a little bit relieved she wasnt coming along. Too much important people there for an arrogant Kaylin to mess up after all.

He get up from the armchair and leave Thing run to the bed, "You keep a good eye on her and let me know if she get worse, okay? Once the event is over I'll come back and pick Thing up and check on you, okay?", the archmage says and begin to walk away, "Remember I'm just a teleport away".

Reaching for the street he decide a carriage might take to long and so take the sky and fly the distance to the event.

[Seems many of us can fly :smallbiggrin:

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: The Industrial Revolution...or Empire?

It is no secret that the SMC has a lot of money. Some say, enough to finance their own private military. This has not been confirmed, though- many jealous individuals of the Skylarios' success are quick to point out that they may be planning to use all this "mechanization" to ill use.

The smog alone is reason enough for this company to become an affront. Sure, they have only one factory, but those smoke stacks vomit toxins every day into the clear skies of Halmathan. Still, let's see what this gala is all about. What new horrible metal menace they have in store...

And once inside, your keen hearing catches on a few choice words mentioned to you as a servant, dressed in black from head to toe with the SMC logo on his lapel offers you a glass of champagne and you look at the things on display behind glass.

the ,ladies, with their fur coats and expensive jewelry give you a hawkish glance and murmur a few feet away from you.

That's the Tersetti girl... I heard she became a druid in Glenndale.

Did she even bathe? That's their thing, right?

What would Martina say? Poor woman, I tell you....

I heard from a very good source that she's become a cultist. You know...setting things on fire amidst pagan rituals? The horror!


The men, displaying their wealth and comparable maturity are no better:

Check out the Tersetti cub... fresh out of the pen.

You mean the cage? You think she does it with animals?

A hundred platinum says she does it by the end of the night. Some slobbering pig... and not Oscar! Hahahahhahaaa!


There are many things that as a druid, you could do to bring down this entire place in a matter of seconds. Way too many to count. Whether these fine men and women get their just desserts, is a matter of time.

It's a woman's voice that speaks close behind you that cuts your train of thought.

Metal Grass would be a poor choice to feed an automaton such as that. If I had to guess, a decently powerful electric battery as a preliminary source of power...

It's a puff of scented smoke that hits the back of your head as you turn around and see a most curious individual:


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"My apologies! I tend to speak out loud to myself. Admiring the work here? Quite a sight, isn't it?""


@Ilvan: A few drops of rain herald a big shower as the Healing Church nun comes over and hands Amren an umbrella, which he holds in his old shaky hand as the drops pit pat on the stone floor around him.

"Ever the Glory Hog, Ilvan. Must I remind you what happened last time we attempted to show off our skills? I haven't forgotten. Despite my eyes being shut, the images are wedged in forever.

If you don't remember... consider yourself lucky. And we are allowed to do anything we want! The king gave us a retirement bonus for life. And a long life we Helguard have. It's not like I can do much in my current state. If you came for a rematch, I must sadly and politely decline.

However, if you are looking to do some 'good' here- and why would you, being retired and all- there's a rumor going about in the Healing Church, about an... Old Hunter. I have no name to go along with such title, but it appears he or she has gone rogue and a result, things may get bloody.""

Amren looks up at you as he signals the nun to come over and starts wheeling him away from you before your old student looks at you from the corner of his wrinkled face.

"It is a rumor, you old chivalrous coot! Take it with a grain of salt. And if you don't and I am wrong, be careful:

Those Hunters are....""

But age has taken its toll far worse on him than you as he falls asleep on the chair and the nun has to hold the umbrella for him as both wheel away into the rain and can be seen no more.

What did he mean? An Old Hunter? From the days of The Scourge? Assassins the whole lot of them. Nobody really knows the identity of them, and this was intended:

Once The Scourge was over, many who lost their loved ones bore no good will towards these killers. Even if they had done "the right thing", it's hard for people to see the one who killed their family and wave by casually, even nod in gratitude. No, that was outright cruelty. Unnecessary violence in the extreme.

And once Amren has faded into the evening rain, a winged warrior swoops over and gives you a formal salute:



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Raptoran. No doubt about it. And dressed in royal Guard Attire. It's a good thing the City is now recruiting such noble race for aerial combat... should it ever arise, that is.

[Taelas]

Gregory's face is impassive but for a small frown. The woman is seemingly insane, but that reference to hunts, her apparent familiarity with the High Inquisitor and that remark about prevention being the best defense... Could she have been one of them? Their identities had been secret for a reason, one Gregory had agreed with at the time. Now he is no longer so sure. Regardless, their mandate had never permitted them to kill with this level of impunity. The infected, sure. But city guards? Why would she... the infected!

The inquisitor's eyes narrow. "Sasha Surnam. You have declined to offer a defense, and your statement here amounts to an unrepentant confession. You seem awfully eager to be incarcerated. Very well. I hereby sentence you to serve five life sentences back-to-back, one for each of your known victims. Take her away!" He gestures to the guards that brought her in.

"Donovan," Gregory calls when she is gone, gesturing the bailiff over. "Do not send her to the Castello. I suspect she may have wanted to be sent there. I see no need to accommodate her. One of the less secure prisons will have to do."

He gets up. "I will be leaving for the event at the Skylarios Metalworks Corporation momentarily. Is there anything else which requires my attention?"

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: How many churches are there here, indeed.

Have they quarreled before? Maybe. The inner workings of the Churches tend to be as secretive as those of the mages at Runestone. Not being a pious man yourself and devoted to the pursuit of arcane knowledge, such ecclesiastical matters are not really your concern, since they don't pertain to Magic.

Which brings your immediate follow up musing about why they don't have a Boccobian Church here, something Kaylin is quick to retort with a smug smile.

"Silly Archmage- that is something everyone with the simplest understanding of the Arts would know, Camus:

Boccob is a deity of Magic. ALL magic. He is known as the Uncaring, is he not? Why would a god that oversees all magic and is Uncaring by definition have need for a church? The act itself of casting alone would be enough to manifest as a form of worship.

Didn't they teach you that at Runestone? I figured that one years ago...""

As much as her snooty remark may hurt your pride if only a little, Kaylin may be right. Boccob is said to be the mightiest Archmage in the Multiverse. Wizards aren't pious and devout and he is known for not really caring how magic is used, provided that it is used. And well, in this City, given the tremendous amounts of arcane and divine practitioners, he should be content enough...one would hope.

But all her snark goes literally down the toilet a few minutes later when you hear her nausea take the a turn for the worst and you wretch, trying not to follow her example and even throwing some questions into the mix.

Do I SOUND okay?!

Once she has taken a break from worshipping the porcelain god, you call her outside and feel her forehead... she's cold and clammy. Food poisoning, no doubt.

"I didn't drink much last night. Just a glass. And today I had a salad at some bistro not far from here. And no, Camus- don't be stupid. I am not pregnant. You know what? You being here and talking is just making my sickness worse. Just go. I'll stop by Runestone tomorrow... this is such a fiasco!""

At least you won't have to chaperone that spoiled brat this evening. A good thing too, since who knows what she might say that could put you in some tight spot while Thing jumps on the bed and you make sure to instruct him to watch over her.

Once at the lobby, you exit the Golden Mare and already your robes are drenched- heavy rain, but that shouldn't prevent you from getting to the gala as you utter the incantation and flip a raven's feather into the air, which propels you above the dark City, covered in rain as this one pelters your face and you catch as many currents as you can in order to reach Hope's Caress and the SMC.

It tales nearly thirty minutes before you see the smoke stacks and the artificial lighting signaling the event below at the impressive metal complex.

Landing a few feet away, you walk up to the door and brush the water away with a simple cantrip as several black carriages, each bearing crests from different families of great prestige, ride away and you are greeted at the door by a tall man dressed in black and a top hat, who takes your invitation and checks the list as he bows respectfully to you and lets you inside.

"Welcome, Master Gris... err no. I have here that you are coming on his behalf? Master Camus. An honor to have Runestone's finest here.""

Chances are Griswold contacted them before he even gave you the invite...and still they messed up the list. Savages!

The people at the gala aren't dressed like wizards. Chances are you are the only one here. Fitting, since you are representing them. It is known that the SMC has hired many Runestone graduates, but these are not gala material. They are employees and this evening is not for them.

As is customary, the nobles give you a respectful nod- they value the power of an arcanist, especially if he or she is in their payroll. And you must be a powerful arcanist if you have been invited here, after all.

But the King isn't here...neither is Lord Skylarios nor Lord Ashford. One face does pop amongst the crowd. Hard to tell if it's the same person, but Amarille did have a few friends in Glenndale:


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If she is the same person... it's very hard to pinpoint it, given her dress. A bunch of mechanical creatures have been put on display, encased in glass boxes. What they are? who knows, but they are strange looking statues as a servant walks up to you and offers you a glass of bubbling champagne.

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: This woman... could she be?

People with combat skills abound in Halmathan. The majority are enrolled in the Guard, be it as foot soldiers or those serving the Crown, but it isn't unheard of for warriors to go rogue and some fall into lawlessness.

However Sasha and the things she's saying... hmmm.

The gavel strikes hard as you pronounce her sentence and Inquisitor Donovan looks pleased- finally someone that truly deserves it, sent to St. Noria's prison as the guards haul Sasha away and the Crimson Tigress smiles wickedly as her hair covers her eyes and the soldiers grunt at the wight of her chains and wheeled platform, hauling her out of the room.

"Praise your gods! Justice is served.. for whatever good that might do, oh Honorable Judge Du Vay...hehehheheheheee..Hahahahahahhahahahahahaaaaa !!!!!!""

Her laughter echoes into the hallowed halls of the Cuthbertine Cathedral as you let Donovan know that she isn't headed to the Castello, but instead one of the lesser cells in the Cathedral.

"...ummm... Your Grace? No disrespect, but are you sure that is wise? She is a dangerous killer. Took down five men and would have wiped out an entire squad if they hadn't apprehended her. And you want her here????""

But Donovan, despite being an inquisitor himself, is clearly outranked. In your absence, he will most likely double the guards outside her cell, just to be sure, since he has no idea what is going on in your mind.

And with that settled, you leave Cuthbert's Cathedral astride Galavant.

The rain comes down hard, but it doesn't even faze you or your steed, as you ride through the dark streets of Halmathan, barely lit by its lamp posts that flicker and threaten to snuff out at any moment given the down pour, headed straight for Hope's Caress.

It takes almost an hour to reach the SMC building, with several servants standing outside with large black umbrellas to keep the guests from getting wet as you dismount and approach the door like the hulking holy giant you are and present the scroll to a servant dressed in black who looks up at you and gulps as he reads the contents.

"Inquisitor Du Vay, thank you for coming. I am terribly sorry, but is it possible for you to uhhh... ""

The man shakes all over as you tower above him, fully decked in armor.

"The lobby area is rather big, but Lord Bardak has something special prepared for later...and he did not have...larger sizes in mind. A thousand apologies."

[Taelas]

"Feel free to double or even triple the guards on her cell, if you must. But I do not want her going to Santa Noria without my supervision. It is just a hunch, but..." Gregory trails off, shaking his head. "See to it, my friend. I must be off."

[...]

Later at the AMC building, Gregory gives the man a wan smile. "Are you requesting that I assume a smaller size?" he asks, looking down on him. "Surely you are not suggesting I go without my lord's blessing and protection." It is not a question.

[Chimaera]

"Boccob was more of an example, there are many deities that embody Magic, like Wee Jas or Delleb and...", when she goes to the privy once again and return puking loudly, he just decide this isnt the time to speak about that. Or anything at all.

Camus give Thing one last look before leaving and taking into the skies, as the storm pour around him. Certainly not the best day to go out flying, but it give him time alone to think as he traverse the City of Power and watch the column of smoke from the SMC's chimneys apporach.

Landing on the entrance, Camus give his shoulder two soft slaps and pronounce a pair of magic words, as his vests, bofy and hair dry out: he cant attend to a party soaking wet after all.

To dry up.

"It's Archmage Camus. If it was Griswold you would have messed his title as well: it's Grand Master now", he corrects the man at the entrance and grab a champagne flute when one of the waiters pass by him and start walking towards the big machines and the familiar face.

Truth be told, he was hoping to have someone other than a savage to talk with in this gala (that being one of the reasons he wanted to have Kaylin coming along him) and the fact he dismissed Thing to take care of her also makes he feel like there was no one like minded to speak with. Oh well, maybe going to this party was a mistake after all. How he wish Amarille was here.

For now the wizard drink his champagne and call another waiter to replace his drink and keep to himself, listening to conversation around but not taking part of any for now.

[El'the Ellie]

Oh right. That. She had almost forgotten about the whispered comments: the pearl-clutching from the women and the immaturity of the men. They're just afraid of me. I threaten them by not falling in line with their social pressure and little games. They mock and fear-monger because they can't control me. Daun thought to herself. Was it for sure true? Maybe, maybe not. But it made her feel better, and she used that to keep her head high.

She is pulled out of her thoughts by the woman behind her. The interruption comes as sweet relief, as Daun was just considering how much fun a hungry pack of lions would have with the group of men standing a few paces away. "Oh no, please go on! I'm afraid I don't know any more than the common layman about this sort of thing, but it seems like you have some knowledge. It certainly is... complex. Do you have any idea what it does?"

She extends her hand. "Daun, by the way."

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan pulls his coat closer as the drops begin to fall, shoving his hands deep into the pockets.
Hunters. He's genuinely worried for a moment before a clear solution presents. "You're behind the times- my son apprehended the Hunter today." But Amren's already falling asleep. Way to get the last word over an old cripple, he chides himself.


With such important matters coming up Kalir quickly cleaned up and got ready. Dressed in his fighting best he headed down the stairs back toward the training grounds. He wanted to pass through there to take notice of the training. Leaving the stairs and headed to the exit he came across a surprise. He stepped closer, stopped, and rendered a tight salute which was unusual for the Raptoran but this was an unusual meet.

"Master Selma! An honor to see you. How are you?" The Helguard had many titles, but Kalir knew him well enough to not put him ill at ease, at least in this more private situation.

Ilvan perks up to see the raptoran and politely returns the salute, although it's a bit less snappy than Kalir's. "Likewise. One doesn't run into dragon slayers every day."

"I'm well, thank you. Trying to stick my nose in trouble, if Amren is to be believed. And yourself? Does this spot of rain make flying more difficult?"

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: The rain plinks off your heavy plated shoulders and your shadow envelops the servant at the door, who nervously runs through his list as you make it adamantly clear that there is no way you are going to abandon Cuthbert's blessings.

You are an inquisitor of the Cuthbertine Church. One of its highest ranking ones to boot. The only way to display such rank is with sheer strength and a size to match. No power in this City can even dare stand against you with all these blessings. That is how much the Cudgel is revered.

They wouldn't dare. It would be folly. Their ultimate downfall and so, with dread of the Cudgel falling upon this lowly soul, the servant steps aside and bows as you have to duck and enter the SMC's main lobby.

The very first thing you notice are the stares. And the silence, even from the orchestra playing ambient music.

Bunch of reeds dressed in tweeds. They know who you are- Inquisitor Du Vay of Cuthbert, Halmathan's Hulking Hierophant. Never once seen in the size of a a mere man, always larger than real life. Of course, some nobles here might recognize you since you once belonged to their tight circle.

But right now, as they stare in silence up at you and you tromp through the polished floors, causing the ground to shake a bit after every step, it becomes clear to them that any ties you may have had with their families is now severed. Many must've been expecting Calchis' far more tame persona, but you are his representative, so...

A lowly servant walks up to you and in utter fear extends his arm up to you with a shaking silver tray, offering you a miserable tiny flute of champagne as the nobles nod quickly and resume their talking and drinking and smoking as the musicians play some more ambient music to calm everyone's nerves.

After all, none here have broken the Law... except perhaps one:


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That's Camus Shatris, the Runestone Bomber.

Now Camus wasn't tried by you, although you were present at his trial. Rarely does Runestone send matters into the Courts- they should and thankfully they did in his case.

The elf walked away with a mere slap on the wrist. The details of the crime are filed like every other case in Halmathan in the Cathedral's archives. Something about an accident. An explosion, but not much else.

However, neither the King or any other outstanding Church leader is here at present.


@Daun: Of course they would talk.

Bunch of blue blood inbreds. For all their wealth and lineage, it would take a mere utterance and the wave of your hand to end them all here and now. And then Halmathan would be freed of their greed and corruption.

But amidst the silent stabbing of their sardonic stares, a friendly face comes to greet you. Someone who seems rather knowledgeable about these things.

"Oh! There isn't much to it, really- if you take the time to read on boring old books, these just spring into mind! Hehehe...what can I say? This is just a display model, though:

I believe it is- The SMC built these for agricultural support. Till lands that would be harder and more hazardous for regular animals to work on. An earlier model, for sure. But not that they have seen any use. Not in Halmathan, at least.""

The woman looks at the other hulking metal beast behind the glass and raises her eyebrow before smiling and shaking your hand.

"Ellen and I... I must leave. A pleasure meeting you, Daun.""

The woman lowers her hat a bit and hurries amidst the crowd, disappearing completely while an elven wizard, clearly, walks up towards the display cases, taking a glass in his fine hands.

Seeing a wizard is no big deal in the City- there is a school full of them and they are highly respected. It's the one sore thumb clad in metal that becomes a most unwanted eyesore, at least for you:



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Inquisitor du Vay, of the Cuthbertine Church.

Donovan is a headache, but this guy is said to be even worse, clearly outranking the inquisitor you have butted heads repeatedly in the past. Imposing and unbreakable, this man is the ultimate Paragon of Law. When he's been spotted astride his steed Galavant, ne'er do wells know better than to run for the hills and hide in the cellars.

Nobody you know of has been able to best this man before.


@Camus: Get the damn names right!

The servant at the door smiles and bows again.

"Of course, Archmage! Silly me... please come in.""

The nobles noble up, as is their usual thing. Some might even have family in Runestone, but doubtful at your level of expertise. Reason why you represent such Hallowed School. They treat you with the respect you deserve, but their topics of conversation aren't really your cup of tea.

But then a somewhat familiar face shows up in the crowd- one of Amarille's friends back in Glenndale, perhaps? A savage, of course. But at least a somewhat known savage.... and wait.

That woman she was talking to, that disappeared into the crowd. You know her.

That's Ellen Martell.

Trained by one of the Grand Archmages of Runestone who saw in her incredible talent, Ellen was born a warlock, albeit with a very unique Invocation. One that many scholars within the Academy have speculated is impossible to achieve.

It is said Ellen is a Time Wanderer. This, coupled with formal wizard training and her natural knack by virtue of her warlock heritage, make Ellen a formidable scholar in the Eldritch Arts.

Ellen left Runestone. The most likely reason is that she graduated and decided not to pursue time as a teacher.

But any chance to meet up with her now is gone as the ground shakes ever so lightly from where you are and you catch sight of one of Halmathan's Inquisitors- a big one, too.

Is there need for such display?

[Chimaera]

The party was all going well and the champagne quality was really good, as would be expected for such an elite meeting. He walk the room and analyze the constructs on display and notice someone he reknown: Ellen Martell! Finally some like minded person to be able to talk with.

Looking to her, he approach and start smiling before he hear a heavy step coming from the entrance. Turning his back to check it, he watch as the enlarged inquisitor make himself well seen by all and threaten to destroy the floor and ceiling as he walk in the scene.

"Probably trying to over compensate something else", he thinks to himself before turning back to Ellen and... She's gone? Damn it! But too late, as a smiling Camus reach the savage woman. it would be weird if he just turned around and left.

"Have you seen Ellen?", he ask as to start conversation, "Was hoping to ask her a few academic questions, but it seems I've lost her to the crowd. Guess my chance to speak with some fellow arcanist is gone for now, as few seems to attend to these events", he sighs, "I guess we're both out of our environment like fishes out of water", he says and look back to the inquisitor and then to the druid, "Well, sorry for the interruption. If you happen to see Ellen later, would you mind telling her Archmage Camus Shatris was looking for her?"

He then start slowly to wander away from the druid, but will stop if she seems interested in keep the conversation flowing.

[Cavir]

Ilvan perks up to see the raptoran and politely returns the salute, although it's a bit less snappy than Kalir's. "Likewise. One doesn't run into dragon slayers every day."

"I'm well, thank you. Trying to stick my nose in trouble, if Amren is to be believed. And yourself? Does this spot of rain make flying more difficult?"

This was an enjoyable happenstance for Kalir. "I'm well also. Only two dragons, fortunately. Both were fights that could have gone either way. The Sublime Way saw me through those and many other battles. I am sure though they don't compare to what you had to face for the city. Thank you." His words sincere.

"Yes, the rain affects flying depending on how hard. I'm headed to see the King, Royal Guard duties. I was just making myself presentable but the rain will undo that some. Any trouble I could help with after my duties are done?"

[Taelas]

Gregory gives the man a nod in farewell when he steps aside, and he ducks to enter the lobby.

When the servant offers him champagne, he waves a dismissive hand, with his attention already elsewhere. He has no intention of drinking. This is duty, not leisure. The gathered nobles are clearly made uncomfortable by his presence. That is to the good -- the law should make them uncomfortable, and he is after all a representative of the law. As an inquisitor, this is a role he is familiar with, though not entirely pleased about. He does not particularly like inspiring fear.

He studies Camus for a long moment, thinking back to the trial. He is unsure whether the outcome had been just, as non-existent as the punishment was -- but as he did not investigate the events personally, he is willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt. For now. Accidents happen, after all.

[Chimaera]

Slowly wandering away from the tree-hugging socialite (?) Camus resume his wandering in the room until he notice the giant inquisitor is intently looking at him. "What could he possible be staring at? The Presdigitation spell should have me dry", he thinks to himself and walk towards him, grabbing another flute of champagne as he walks the room.

"Having trouble with your spell?", he ask the man once he get close enough, "I could easily help you undo it so that you can walk around without risk of toppling the whole building. I'm sure many would feel more confortable that way".

[Taelas]

Gregory looks down on the elf with an amused expression.

"The size is intentional, I assure you. But if I did require help, I would not ask a potential criminal, Camus Shatris. You got off very lightly back then. Perhaps that was the correct verdict. I will not question it without due cause. But I will keep you under observation."

He gives a slight bow to the wizard, then walks over to study the automatons.

[Chimaera]

"So you're indeed trying to topple the building?", he ask him with a small ammount of mockery in his voice, "Very interesting to see how a law officer thinks. You might not know, but you just gave me a great insight on that matter", he says to the inquisitor, "And if all that takes to be a potential criminal is to stand in trial, regardless of being found not guilty then everyone is a potential one".

As the inquisitor begin to walk away, Camus add, "And it's Archmage Camus Shatris, sir".

The elf just shrug and look for any sign of the hosts.
"I'm starting to think helping Kaylin would have made a nicer night than coming to this party. A wealthy savage is still a savage. Damned be Griswold".

The elf is about to take his fourth (or fifth?) glass of champagne, but change his mind midway. Night just started and knowing the anger deep inside him, he better stay focused on the task ahead. He look for a place to sit and wait (im)patiently the Lord Bardak and Lord Alexander Ashford to show up. His hands start looking for a piece of paper which he slowly start folding while he think how miserable his day was.

"A complete waste of time", he complains to himself.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

This was an enjoyable happenstance for Kalir. "I'm well also. Only two dragons, fortunately. Both were fights that could have gone either way. The Sublime Way saw me through those and many other battles. I am sure though they don't compare to what you had to face for the city. Thank you." His words sincere.

"Yes, the rain affects flying depending on how hard. I'm headed to see the King, Royal Guard duties. I was just making myself presentable but the rain will undo that some. Any trouble I could help with after my duties are done?"

"Only two dragons? I doubt there are many that could say the same, Sublime Way or not." He doesn't address his own accomplishments, even those that are still clear. Better not to be a 'Glory Hog'.

"Unfortunately, trouble seems to be either hiding or absent." Ilvan's manner darkens. "Probably hiding. Should you find it first, let me know. Be careful in your duties. I... have a bad feeling about the next few days." It's a weak lie and a weaker explanation, especially in a place as safe as this. But he couldn't exactly spill the letter's secret. His attention snaps back to Kalir as he feels the pause stretch on too long. "Fly safely. Try not to get too wet."

[AlanBruce]

@Grergory: The nerve of that elf!

You are an officer of the Law, that much should be clear to everyone. Your training requires you to conserve this stature. It is not only because it makes you a more efficient inquisitor- the strength is a big plus for those that would attempt to break the law of this City- but it's a message to those that would even consider breaking such precious Laws:

The Cudgel is always watching. Towering above like a bulwark of Defense and Might for the City of Power. Naysayers be damned.

And you, who have been blessed by Cuthbert directly, how could you even consider casting these away? Blasphemy!

Refusing the drink, you tromp towards the strange automatons displayed behind a thick glass pane. They are more for show, given the lighting placed on them. Remarkable that the SMC was able to build them, but for what? Your church has a plethora of soldiers and priests, some as trained as you. That's before we consider the other churches and their armies and the reinforces provided by the City itself.

Only for show... let them bask in their glass cages.

And then the crowd of nobles bow and approach a figure that walks into the room as a few clinks from the champagne glasses echo across the grand lobby and a couple of figures walk in, with one shaking and kissing a few hands as he catches you and walks towards you, a glass in his hand and his...companion? Yes... we can call her that.

You can tell who this man is, referenced a few times at your church, as well as his followers:


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This is Master Shion, the Laughing Shadow of the Olidammaran Church. Their church leader and one of the Grand Eight of Halmathan.


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The lady by his side is a few years younger and a prudish mind might reach the conclusion that it's his niece? daughter? Let's not delve too much into that, as the man, much shorter than you, extends his hand to you while the lady sips on her champagne and looks at the pieces on display in silence.

"I had expected to see High Inquisitor Calchis here... pity. But everyone knows of Inquisitor Gregory du Vay! Allow me to shake the hand of the man who dealt with that menace earlier today. I trust that your church took care of that animal? I was told that it made quite a bloodbath at the Marina. I want you to know that, despite any differences our churches may have due to dogma, we Olidammarans do not stand behavior of that kind.

I would see it as a great kindness indeed if you could have those words delivered to Calchis on my behalf. And worry not, Inquisitor:

Contrary to popular belief, us Olidammarans aren't petty thieves. Such biased vision has been fed to the masses for generations, but the intricacies of the Laughing Rogue's doctrines go far beyond burglary. Besides, who would consider doing anything of a nefarious sort at an event like this? Only a fool, that's who.""

The woman silently sips her champagne and doesn't take much notice of the conversation as she looks at the metal creatures in display in abject silence.


@Camus: Kaylin should be better by now...and perhaps going to pick her up might not be a bad idea. Or hell, just leave the party, BUT...

You have to represent Runestone. Even if Ellen was here, she doesn't really mesh in with the Runestone crowd, having left awhile ago. Although she would make for a far better conversationalist as you find a table and take a seat while your fifth glass sits eagerly in front of you. Why didn't Groswold send someone else? Dozens of other wizards could have easily filled that spot, but he had to go with you and now...


En garde! Draw your sword, vile fiend!!!


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A child...here? And with a fine looking training sword no less, aimed at your chin from a few feet away. His poise is good...for a soldier.

"The kingdom shall be protected! Raise your blade, vile fiend, and face The Helguard in honorable combat!!!!""

A few nobles turn around and chuckle at the sight of a young child raising his toy blade at an Archmage of Runestone, with some clapping at the boy's words and actions before an elderly lady, her face lowered so as to not attract attention, rushes towards the boy and gently holds his hand.


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"Young Master, here you are! Your mother is worried sick! And don't be a nuisance to the kind elven lord. Apologize at once!""

The boy looks up at his nanny, who is clearly ashamed of being in a place filled with nobles and people of importance and avoids eye contact as she nearly drags the boy away while keeping her eyes on the ground.

"He is very sorry, my lord. The fault is all mine. I should have kept a better eye on him. If you'll excuse us...""

The boy stands like a little soldier and clacks his heels together while his nanny stands behind him.

"I am sorry, sir...""

Great. Now a kid wants to fight you with a wooden sword. Could this get any worse? But there is a silver lining to all this as you watch the mighty Inquisitor du Vay approached by The High Priest of the Olidammarans. Even as a wizard, versed in all matters arcane, you know those two churches are not and never will be on the best of terms.

And it would seem the old priest brought a very nice looking plus one. Good on him, I guess.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Only two dragons...

Modesty aside, with your training now, you could probably take on twice that number, but best not boast in front of a man that did a lot more for this City and in a most selfless fashion. Who knows what he faced out there. Is there such a thing worse than dragons? Not that you know of, but chances are the Helguard faced them and returned to tell the tale... if they ever deign to tell it, that is.

And as much as you'd like to converse to the Arrow of God, you have a King to watch over as the rain soaks your lustrous armor and drenches your feathers. Bidding a military farewell to Ilven Selma, you head to the gates of the Royal Palace and ask the fellow guards if the King is ready.

The main hall in the palace is, as one might expect, grand. Rarely are guards allowed in- there is no need for such tight security inside. The watch is outside and not because someone might attempt to assassinate the King. He is a descendant of the legendary Queen Maira. You'd have to be incredibly powerful or equally stupid to attempt such an act. And if you do by some miracle manage to get in here and face King Marcus with murderous intent? Kill him. And kill him fast, because you only get one chance.

But as grim as that sounds, his Majesty is rather loved by the people as a whole. His mandates, few as they are, allow for freedom of speech and worship. The man isn't a bible thumping devout, but acknowledges the influence the churches have here and counts a few of its leaders as close friends and advisors.

One of the members in court asks you to wait seated on the comfortable chairs in the main hall as he ascends the spiral staircase and can be heard knocking lightly on a door... a few minutes later a little louder before his booming voice echoes through the entire palace:

WHAT?!!!!

"Umm... your highness? Your carriage is ready outside and security is waiting to take you to the SMC gala event...?"

....

....

..... Can't you send someone in my place? I am... a little busy now.

The court advisor can be heard sighing before he continues.

"As much as I'd like to, your Majesty, they are expecting you. Highfather suggested you attend this so as to garner good graces with Halmathan's nobles and...""

Fine! Give me half an hour and... offer security something to eat and drink while I get ready, please.

The man comes down and beckons a palace guard as he looks at you and the guard bows before leaving through a side door.

"His majesty will be down soon. Can I offer you anything? Juice? Milk? We have a succulent roast beef from lunch. Our chef can make you a sandwich? Let me know if you need anything and please:

Keep an eye on him tonight.""

Whether you accept the snacks offered, it takes a little over half an hour before heavy footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs and under the chandeliers above, casting bright light on the room, you face the man himself:


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King Marcus Airdan, the Man of the People. You have seen him before, but never really up close. The man is tall- taller than the average human and that armor seems to increase his size as he walks up to you and and looks up the stairs for a few seconds, smiling and then shakes your hand. a form grip, nothing less to expect from a man of his lineage.

"I hope I didn't have you waiting too long. Kalir, is it? Maxil briefed me earlier that you'd be my security detail tonight. Now look: this is just a formality. I don't plan to stay too long. Give it at most... an hour? Maybe less. So once I let you know, we're out. And then we can go have a drink at the Mare. Sounds good? Ok then! Let's go see the snobs.""

The Royal Carriage is a sight to behold as a dozen guards on horseback stand in perfect formation around it and a servant opens the door for the King, who nods in appreciation and gets in as he looks at you.

"You are my security detail, yes? Get in the carriage, Kalir. I need someone to talk to before I put on my gala mask.""

Never has a guard- Royal or otherwise- been given this invitation in such a casual manner and since you do need to watch the King...

The seats are extremely comfortable and cushy as Marcus taps a side panel and opens a bottle of fine whiskey with a couple of shot glasses, pouring himself one and about to offer you one, but puts the glass down.

"I need to be slightly sauced before I deal with these people. I;d offer you one, but I understand the royal Guard has an image to maintain. Especially while on duty. So a raptoran? You are affiliated with the Kordite Church, right? Bhagazzin mentioned something to me about a young Raptoran a few years ago. You also trained at the Blooming Lotus? No wonder they sent you to watch over me...HA!

Don't believe half the stories you may have heard about me, son.""

It takes a few minutes as the carriage and its cavalry stop at the Heironeous' Temple and one of the guards knocks on the door before another tall and slightly older man comes out, with the guard using an umrella to shield him from the rain as he opens the door for him to come in:


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"I smell whiskey. Your Majesty, good to see you. How are you doing. I can tell you're already warming up...and you are???""

"He's my security for the evening. Kalir of the Royal Guard. Kalir, meet Sir Randolph Brunhausser of the Church of the Archpaladin. Halmathan's Roaring Bear... want a drink?"

Sir Randolph is a paladin first and foremost. Many of his men have trained to be staunch defenders of the City, following his own path as a Holy Warrior. Although he isn't from Halmathan, he's lived here for a very long time. Like most paladins, he takes a no nonsense approach to things- if there's a problem afoot, Smite it until it stops being a problem. Barring that, his training as a cleric is on point. It is said that should Sir Randolph unleash the full might of his Divine Power, well...

It's a good thing that hasn't been necessary. This of course, has not stopped him from training his own army of paladins in service of the City and in fact, many inquisitors hail not only from the Cuthbertine Church, but also his.

"Marcus... your Majesty. We won't be going to pick up Highfather. He won't be attending tonight.""

The King puts his glass down as the carriage keeps going and clenches his fist.

"Oh! That sneaky bastard! Sends me to cover for him. All that talk about protocol was a ruse for him to wriggle out of this one.""

"Not quite. He's having a meeting with Vicar Laurence of the Healing Church. Pelorian business. He didn't want to get into full detail.""

"What about the other Church Leaders... Katherine?""

"The Temperate Mother hasn't even contacted me regarding this matter. You know how she is. Chances are she won't even be there, despite her family most likely attending.""

Marcus sighs in relief as the rain begins to subside and then grins.

"What about Silvarel? She'll be there, right?""

"No idea. I don't keep in touch with the Ehlonnian Community. But you know her- she's most likely in the park, doing druid things. Doesn't she have someone to send in her stead?""

"Vicar Amelia... not much to say there. Oh! What about Ravenna?""

Randolph takes Marcus' offer for a drink and takes a sip first.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Silvarel gets lost in the park-

Ravenna can be literally anywhere. And you know how she is... you know.""

Both King and Priest exchange glances and don't elaborate further on these topics before Sir Randolph looks at you and puts his glass down.

"So, Kalir. What exactly are you trained to do?""


@Ilven: Taking down dragons...

That is enough to put anyone at the top of the list in matters of heroism. Dragons are said to be incredibly powerful. The stuff of legends. Thankfully, no such beast has been seen in Halmathan in well...never, as far as you can recall.

And with the Raptoran gone, you pat the letter in your pocket and leave the the Training Grounds, headed aimlessly down the cold Halmathan streets. Because it's been raining and the sun has already set, you don't find people outside. With the rain waning, fog has begun to sift through the streets and alleys.

It's cold. Nobody around. the lights of nearby buildings have already been put out and the street lights flicker as your steps are the only thing you can hear, but something else catches your senses. Something sadly all too familiar:

The smell of Blood.

Roll a Spot & Listen

[Chimaera]

Camus was distracted when he get caught off-guard from the small soldier boy, "Uh what?", he says and look at the miniature savage pointing a sword at him. Well, he is a child, so he get a pass. If only he had some illusions prepared for today.

Deciding to play along, he get up, a half finished origami in his hand.
"So you finally found me, Knight of the Shinning Blade", he speak with an evil voice, "But you think you can defeat me? I brought forth the Giant with me: twice as tall as full grown man and at least five times taller than you. Give up now and I'll spare your life".

Getting up, he make a sleight of hand with his gloved hand and summon a magic looking rod and taking on a defensive stance.

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"Any last words and...?", he was still roleplaying when the elder woman comes and apologize for his behavior, "Dont worry, my little friend and I are just dueling to death", he jokes to her and give the infant a wink, "Isnt it right?", he says while tapping light the boy's practice sword with his runestaff, making t glow with golden light, "Knight of the Shinning Blade".

On the boy sword

Relaxing his posture, he pick up his glass and drink the champagne, "Imagination is a wonderful thing to have and should be encouraged, specially at young ages like this little soldier here. Just dont go picking fight with anyone five times your size, okay?", he says and glance at Inquisitor Gregory du Vay and then to his nanny, "The Light spell should stop in a few hours or so, hopefully it wont be a problem as it is harmless. If it does become a problem just cover it with a robe, put back it on its sheath or a wizard could try its luck and try to dispel it".

"What is your name again, little one?", he ask the kid as his runestaff seems to unmake itself.

[Taelas]

Gregory manages not to roll his eyes at the elven wizard, but it takes some effort. "Titles are little more than pretty words, Archmage Shatris. Deeds matter far more."

When Master Shion approaches him with his... companion... Gregory gives the man a nod in greeting, then takes the offered hand, before bowing to the woman. Even if the woman is young enough to be Shion's own child, the paladin is ever gallant. "Milady. As Master Shion said, I am Gregory du Vay, at your service. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." Not to mention, the longer he could avoid talking directly to the Olidammaran, the better. Once introductions are through, though, he turns back to the Laughing Shadow. "The High Inquisitor is an elderly man, Master Shion, and he kindly requested that I take his place. I hope that does not disappoint?"

He sighs softly at the mention of the massacre. "The woman is in custody, yes. Cuthbert willing, she will never again be free to murder. But let us talk of less grisly business."

At that moment, he notes the commotion over by Shatris. A child? He cannot help but raise an eyebrow when the elf plays along. He watches for a moment then catches Shatris' eye, and he gives him an appreciative nod and a smile.

"Forgive me, where were we? Ah, yes, you were denying your reputation. I am certain you would never be a fool, Master Shion, or ever resort to mere burglary. Why, I would have to arrest you! You would not look well in manacles." The man's oblique references to his criminal activities must have rankled more than Gregory originally thought, or perhaps the appearance of the child simply put him in a mood to needle him.

Gregory bows once more before the woman. "Milady, may you have a wonderful evening," he says, before turning his back on the couple.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Look at this kid!

Granted, this is Halmathan's Elite, but why let a child come in waving a sword like that so recklessly and with savage abandon? Isn't the Inquisitor enough?

Were it an adult, in full control of their actions, this wouldn't even be a duel- you are an Archmage. A blade, no matter its composition, cannot and never will, surpass the might of Magic. That is a proven fact. There is no power mightier than that of a Runestone scholar such as yourself. The idea or notion that you could be bested by a savage is, well... impossible, to put in layman's terms.

However, this boy is not an adult. He is dressed up like a little soldier, but the skills of a swordsman? Not even a close. A child playing up, you can oblige him as you draw your own staff, crafted in the halls of Runestone and imbued with arcane sigils of magnificent power...

Plus, you brought a Giant. Clad in full plate. What can he do? This, you let him know as you get up and the nobles clap as you mimic the duels of old, thankfully no longer seen in a City like this and deftly run your hand through the boy's blade, causing it to flare up like a torch, amidst the kid's wide eyes filled with wonder and the clap of the crowd.

They have been entertained, alright.

The elder woman comes to pick up and scold the boy, who returns the wink back as he admires the blade. You let her know that what's the best way to conceal the light, since chances are, nobody here can turn it off and it lasts hours.

"Of course, sir. Thank you for giving the young master something to play with. What do you say?""

The boy stares at the sword as the light flickers around it and then stands at attention.

"Thank you, sir! My name is Alfred. Nice to meet you! See? I am now a Knight of the Shining Blade!""

The woman bows several times to you and takes Alfred away to see his mother. Chances are he's from some noble family here, but there are so many blue bloods around, it's hard to guess which one.

Cute little savage, though. Now back to drinking.


@Gregory: It doesn't matter if it's an Archmage or a Church Leader...

A crime is a crime. And the Law is above everyone. Literally in this event. You break it, and then they have to deal with you, plain and simple. Titles are meaningless. Actions are what determines the nature of Man. This Camus guy may have walked away, clean... but once an offender, always an offender.

Something to keep an eye out for.

But right now, you have to an exchange of words with Olidammara's Laughing shadow, Lord Shion. For a rogue- because let's be frank here- Olidammarans are rogues. It's written down in their damn dogma, but he seems rather poised and quite verbose. No weapons you can see on him. That being said, thieves are adept and highly skilled at concealing them. The best way to catch the unwary by surprise.

Shion's younger companion extends her hand to be kissed as she flashes you a smile and you introduce yourself.

"Charmed, I am sure.""

Master Shion takes a sip of his glass and frowns a bit before smiling again.

"High Inquisitor Calchis is one of the oldest men of faith in this City. and he holds the burden of the Law upon his shoulders. Perhaps it may be out of place for me to say it, but he would do well to find a replacement. Someone with Herculean Strength and an equally strong sense of Justice to replace him... not that it would happen now, Heavens forbid. The City needs his wise counsel and guidance.

As for what transpired today at The Marina...a grim topic indeed for such a joyous occasion tonight. I trust your congregation has meted out fair and Divine Punishment. we don't need murderers running around unleashed.""

Then you decide to prod into the Olidammaran Doctrine by having a few choice words for Master Shion, who chuckles as his female escort keeps looking at the automatons on display and places her arm around his.

"Oh no! Hahahahhahaa... no, Inquiistor du Vay. I can assure you burglary is definitely not in my agenda or that of my flock. And I must agree:

Manacles would not fit with what I'm wearing. Once does not attain certain positions in life by being a fool. I am sure you know this as well. And yes, I have taken enough of your time and I have meddling around here of my own. Thankfully, everyone here is much safer with a man of your caliber in our midsts.

Enjoy your evening, Inquisitor.""

And just like that, the Laughing shadow meshes with the crowd and gathers quite a number of nobles around him as they talk about... whatever people of their rank have to talk about. Truth be told, your large size has put many at bay. They know that high ranking priests can attain the size and strength of a titan, but they certainly did not expect one here. Tonight.

And so, a servant comes over and clears his throat before looking up at you and lowering his voice.

"Inquisitor, my most sincere apologies. I want you to know that we have no ill intent with what is about to be said, but...""

The man, as tough as a tooth pick, takes a deep breath while your shadow envelops him and closes his eyes, expecting the worst.

"The SMC presentation will begin shortly. This will require everyone to be seated. High Inquisitor Calchis has a table reserved for him, but...

The chairs. We did not anticipate a man of your, uhhh...carriage to attend.A such, this pouts us in a difficult situation, since the seats are already tailor made for smaller folk. This is a request from Lord Bardak Skylarios himself and he would take it as a great sign if you would oblige on the matter...

Please don't Smite me, I am just delivering a message."

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Walking through the fog filled streets of Halmathan with only your Blade Guide by your side.

The streets aren't usually this empty. The scent of blood never so prevalent, unless...

Unless you were able to remember what it meant. There is a sound coming from a nearby house. The windows have thick metal bars on the outside and although the curtains are down, you can barely make out the silhouette of a small creature behind it as the sound of a music box can barely reach the end of the street.

A lantern filled with incense hangs outside the window as you approach it and the music stops playing and the voice of a little girl, not unlike Daisy's when she was an infant speaks to you from the safety of the house:

Who... are you? I don't know your voice, but I know that smell... Are you a hunter? Then, please, will you look for my mum? Daddy never came back from the hunt, and she went to find him, but now she's gone, too... I'm all alone... and scared...

What is this child talking about? And then your eyes keen up to an opposite rooftop from where the conversation is taking place and you spot him, standing completely silent on top of a gargoyle:


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You have heard stories about the Hunters, dispatched to deal with the Scourge years ago. Rarely one is ever seen. Your son Callum claims he apprehended one earlier today. No small feat- took several down before she was brought to Cuthbert's Cathedral.

This one goes by the title of The Crow. A dark figure from a darker time. This one doesn't seem to have noticed you, since it remains perched up high on a statue overlooking the street. It hasn't attacked...yet.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun waves as the helpful woman as she disappears back into the crowd. "See you around Ellen." She wasn't entirely convinced the comments about her weren't what made Ellen suddenly leave.

No sooner had she left then the druid is approached by a grand looking wizard. He looked slightly familiar, where did Daun know him from? Daun shakes her head.

"No, I only just met her. Seems friendly though, especially considering the present company." She gestures to the partygoers. "Fishes out of water, haha, you can certainly say that again."

As soon as he says Shatris Daun remembers the woman that would visit Glenndale and the many conversations they had. Daun liked her. Of course, this was her husband then. She hadn't really talked to him more than a few times but he seemed... surly, preoccupied with his own life. Had she not known Amarille, she would have immediately placed him as another bigwig arcanist looking to suckle at the teat of SMC. But Amarille had been different. Maybe it had rubbed off on him. She also notices the rings in his staff as opposed to his finger. Oh dear...

"Archmage now is it? Good for you." Her comment is polite but perhaps not as reverent as one might expect of the title. "I'll let her know if I see her again."

Daun drifts off as well. She can't help but notice the massive Gregory Du Vay. She had a love hate relationship with the Cuthbertines: on the whole they were an asset to the city, but too often they overstepped their place. Too often they're more interested in protecting the law than the citizens. And too often as well some flaunt their power because they can. What are you so scared of, Du Vay, that you cannot drop your guard? She rolls her eyes and does her best to avoid the Cuthbertine.

She laughs a little and her heart melts as she watches Camus playing with the tiny knight. Well there's a side of him I never saw.

She accepts a champagne glass and sips it as she continues around the party, in search of better company.

[Cavir]

Khalir gladly accepts the offer of a sandwich and juice from the court advisor. He's sure to finish it before the King was ready. He takes a seat while eating but once done he is back to standing. It was rare to be in the main hall but in the interest of defense he had been giving a tour so that if the situation was that dire the royal guard would not be fighting in unknown territory. As he waited he surveyed the hall again, with the eyes of a flyer and the many abilities he had access to. He could understand the King's reluctance to go to the gala. Kalir had no taste for such events nor formalities in general. He did respect for those that have earned it. Sir Ilven had. The King kept the city together in many ways so he had earned it too.


"I hope I didn't have you waiting too long. Kalir, is it? ... I don't plan to stay too long. Give it at most... an hour?

"Not at all, your Majesty. Give the word and I'll clear the way out." Kalir meets the handshake equally firm, warrior to warrior. Kalir was taller than the vast majority of humans but the King seemed to match his height. Perhaps it was the armor, perhaps it was the light from the armor combined with avoiding a stare. The nature of raptorans and Kordites was of competition. Kalir was both, but this wasn't the time for anymore such thoughts. He is greatly honored to invited into the carriage, although he did not fully sit back, leaving room for his folded wings.

"Yes your Majesty, Father Bhagazzin took a fancy to me and enabled my training at the Blooming Lotus."


"So, Kalir. What exactly are you trained to do?"
"Greetings Sir Brunhausser. I am trained in several schools of the Sublime Way. I lost my home while early into my training. Halmathan is my home now. I won't let that happen again."

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan pretends not to see the Hunter perched atop the roof, like the brooding ravens he clearly tried to emulate. His fingers itched to try his luck against the legendary Crow, yet... hadn't the Hunters been pardoned? In the eyes of the law, he would be the criminal, shooting unprovoked. If he could even win against a Legend. No, better to wait.
Obviously, either this monster was the child's father or...perhaps the murderers had turned on each other, as criminals often do? If the latter, this child was in terrible danger!

Ilvan's voice is low, trying not to draw the beast's attention. "I'm no Hunter, miss, but I am Helguard," Surely, even a child would know that the title meant he could be trusted. "I might be able to help you find your parents. Can you please let me in?" He pauses, seeing a flaw in his plan.

"Well, I'm sure your parents told you to never let in strangers. I'm Ilvan Selma. I'd shake your hand, but there's a door in the way. See? We aren't strangers anymore." His eyes flicker back to the Crow's ominous figure, ready to activate his ring should the man draw a weapon or begin casting a spell. The Hunter wouldn't come anywhere near Daisy- er, this child, unless he could prove he was the parent.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilvan: So that is the infamous Crow...

You have heard that during the Scourge, some churches trained or hired professional and skilled warriors. These came to be known as Hunters and during those nights when they prowled the streets of Halmathan, it was known as the Night of the Hunt. It was during nights like these that the God fearing people of the City of Power would lock themselves up in their homes and light incense, said to ward off the beasts of the night.

The title of Hunter applied to those the churches trained or hired exclusively to deal with The Scourge. This has been known to the few in the high strata of power in the City. What skills they employed and what churches were involved is not known, but the results were exactly what was expected of such a group.

As for The Crow up above, who knows if this Hunter is the fabled one mentioned years ago during those nights. Truth be told, when it comes to the Hunters, people either are ignorant about them, or simply do not want to divulge any information.

That being said, you are a former Helguard. You championed under Captain Ludwig's banner for the City of Power. Dealing with all manner of horrors was the ultimate reward, not some pathetic glory seeking trawl through a cavern and robbing it blind like so many amateurs did and do that came after you.

You knew that leaving those gates meant most likely never seeing them again. It was a grim march into the unknown, and you greeted such fate grimly. As was expected of those few that signed up for the task at hand.

So in the end, could you deal with this Hunter? Maybe. Your skills with the bow are said to be unrivaled, last you checked. Only a fool would take a member of the Helguard lightly after all. Scant as their numbers are today.

The child's shadow behind the curtains doesn't leave its place, but you can feel the joy in her words when you offer to help find her parents, as she moves behind the curtains and her tiny hand reaches out to yours through the barred windows and hands you a small antique:


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Really? Oh, thank you! My m-mum wears a red jeweled brooch. It's so big and... and beautiful. You won't miss it. Oh, I mustn't forget. If you find my mum, give her this music box. ... It plays one of daddy's favorite songs. And when daddy forgets us we play it for him so he remembers. Mum's so silly, running off without it!

She's not opening the door. The child must've been told not to do so to any stranger as the little girl turns off the light from the window and retreats into the shadows of her home.

The Crow is not on the building anymore, having vanished away into the night.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Beats eating at the barracks.

Given that there is no need for any fighting in the City of Power, the Royal Guard still trains. But in reality, it's a reason to keep you soldiers in shape, so as to maintain the ideal image of the mighty Halmathan Guard, famous world over.

Beyond the City's walls? Chances are there is and still are creatures that are worth pitting your might against, but over the years, with very few exceptions, the Royal Guard makes sure the Crown and the churches are kept safe. Are there problems? Certainly, but never in the scope of requiring men of your caliber to go out into the front lines. In a way, Ilvan and the Helguard took care of that a long time ago.

And so, you are tonight, escorting his majesty to the SMC gala. The King of the People matches your strength with his grip as he invites you to ride the royal carriage with him and pick up the other Church Leaders.

"Thank you, Kalir. I know I'm going to be swarmed by the socialites at the gala. They all want to discuss this, sign this other document, meet their young budding daughter... oy! There is a reason why there's eight churches and a wizard's tower to boot! I'll tell you one thing in confidence, kid:

Being a King isn't the fairy tales bards feed people at the taverns. My ancestor earned her place in History and she didn't wear a crown on her head and... well, enough of that nonsense. Once I give the heads up, we're out of that place. I do want to see this newest 'marvel' the SMC has in store for us...if only for a few minutes."


Maybe you agree with some of his things. Maybe you don't. Truth is, King Marcus is single and as a result, many of the finest families in Halmathan have attempted to marry their daughters to the Crown. Alas, The King of the People is not known for being tied down. He has been known for having affairs, though- he is human, after all- but never anything official, much to the noble's disdain.

"Sooooo.. Bhagazzin? He took you in? A Kordite, good. If you see him again, would you please tell him that I wish a rematch. That dwarf is as hard as a rock and hits like a frenzied titan... but I'll get him next time. And I have yet to really get into the Sublime Way. Maybe I'll learn some tricks there to catch that raging bull off guard.""


And once Sir Randolph enters the carriage, both royals discuss a bunch of names you have heard- all of them high ranking members of their churches. People of status and import...

And then the chivalrous Roaring Bear of the Archpaladin addresses you, wanting to know your skills. he is a warrior himself, after all.

The old paladin finishes his drink as the scent of incense washes in from the windows as the carriage rides through, causing King Marcus to furrow his brow and stroke his beard in deep thought as he looks away from both.

"You lost your home... you have my condolences, Kalir. Many who came here did so under similar circumstances. This is a City of second chances, boy. And I can see that you have taken that saying to heart. I left my home in Furyondy a long time ago. Perhaps one day you can come and visit? My brother, Lord Vasili Brunhausser has an order of knights there, all devoted to Heironeous. And I count amongst his troops my nieces. One is a peerless warrior of renown. Her mastery of the blade is unsurpassed in the region.

The other was born with a sorcerous gift. I never was too versed in the workings of the arcane, but she, I am told, has become a caster in her own right. Who knows if one day she might end up at Runestone... but chances of that are slim. I may have to find a way to go see them one day and if your schedule is open, you can probably accompany me. Teach the warriors there the ways of the Blooming lotus. A few of my own have honed their skills under Zanthar's teachings, but none boast having such a varied repertoire in combat.

It's been a pleasure meeting you, Kalir of the Royal Guard. What do you think your Majesty... your Majesty?""

King Marcus is caught in deep though and his expression is grim before Randolph brings him back to the now as the carriage comes to a stop.

"Yes! It's a great idea. I fully support it. Have High Father Jace oversee the documents and...""

"You weren't paying attention, were you? Are you okay?""

"I wasn't paying attention...and we are here! Put on your happy faces, everyone!""

You can already hear the cheering from the crowds outside the SMC. Despite being a private gala, words runs fast. This is further helped by the Halmathan Gazette, the City's first and most profitable newspaper in the City. with the advent of the Industrial Revolution, the printing press was introduced and immediately it took off as a way of communicating everyone really fast... for a mere silver an edition. This of course, means that town criers have been out of the business, a dying art. The solution?

Train them to run a printing press at The Gazette. Everybody wins.

You are the first to get out of the carriage as the guards dismount and form a phalanx around the carriage while the crowds cheer and cry out for the King who at your signal, takes a deep breath and comes out, followed by Sir Randolph who keeps a low profile. Paladins don't usually enjoy the media attention.

Your keen eye sight allows you to check your surroundings, especially the high rises around the SMC building, with music coming from inside- no snipers. No crazy knife wielding murderhobos. After all, if any attempted that, they would likely be dropped in seconds before they even got a few feet away from the King, who brandishes a grin and waves as he's been trained all his life since birth, shaking a few hands when is given an opening before the guards push the crowd aside a bit and His Majesty stands at the door as a sinewy man dressed in black looks down at the list while Sir Randolph clears his throat.

"Look up, boy!""

The man at the door shakes all over and drops the list on the ground as Marcus winks at him and points at the door.

"I think an announcement would be in order?"


@The Party EXCEPT Ilvan: Whether finishing your fifth flute of champagne...

Whether you smote the poor fool or relented and shrunk to size...

...or whether you have been pestered by your aristocratic mother and held by the arm to keep you close to her, the servant from outside steps in and asks everyone to please remain quiet and the music stops as he unfurls a scroll and reads from it:

"Presenting his Highness, Heir to the Dragon Throne and rightful ruler of Halmathan. Descendant of the legendary Queen Maira. His Majesty, King Marcus Airdan IV!

And his Grace, Sir Randolph Brunhausser of the Church of Heironeous!""

And it is then that the King of the People makes a grand entrance as the crowd of nobles bow stand and bow deeply, followed by claps and a thousand and one compliments thrown his way while they flock as close as they can to him, an impossibility given his tight security in the form of Kalir the Raptoran, Royal Guard and someone Daun would recognize.

Master Shion approaches the King with his plus one and bows deeply as the lady extends her hand to the King.

"Charmed, your Majest...""

"I am sure you are, dear. Nice seeing you, Shion...""

The King looks at Daun, but addresses Sir Randolph.

"Isn't she the Tersetti turned activist? The one who gave the Ashfords a hard time?""

"She is, yes. The Cuthbertines have had a field day trying to quell her fiery temper...why?""

The King approaches Daun and kisses her hand, causing lady Martina to almost faint.

"I heard Lady Silvarel was unable to attend. In a way, I am grateful- she sent a beautiful and very capable representative in her stead. I would be honored if you could sit at my table? If you don't, I would be wounded ever so slightly.""

Whether you agree or not, the killer looks from your fellow debutantes would be enough to leave you as a corpse on the polished floor.

Then, the good King walks towards Gregory and looks up at him.

"Inquisitor du Vay. You are Calchis' protege, is that right? I take it the High Inquisitor was unable to make it? It's good to see St. Cuthbert represented larger than life, but I think that the guards I brought here should suffice...and there is enough metal here already. Your church is doing a fine job. Send my regards to Calchis when you see him.""

And finally, King Marcus walks up to Camus, with the raptoran always by his side, like a hawk.

"The almighty Runestone wizards. Perhaps by the end of the evening I can get you to spill some of those secrets held at the Tower of Magi? Just kidding. Thank you for coming, Master Griswold.""

And once everyone is here, a servant stands on a podium and clears his throat.

"Please be seated- the presentation is about to begin. You will be ushered to your tables.""

The King has the best table, of course. It's reserved for him and the Church leaders and the Runestone representative, but with so few Church Leaders showing up, the table is largely empty, so, Kalir is invited to sit by the king, with Daun hopefully sitting by his other side.

Master Shion is about to take his seat when the King gives him a simple glance and the Laughing Shadow feigns a smile, bows and goes to another table and once everyone is seated- if they are of the size fit to do so- the lights go off, leaving everyone in the dark for a few seconds before a spot light illuminates a large red curtain that opens by itself, revealing a large white canvas as a disembodied female voice echoes through the room and images begin to display:


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It began a thousand years ago, with the Legendary Queen Maira Airdan setting these lands free. Back then, Halmathan was but a distant dream. Only a handful of huts, haphazardly scattered around. This in time would, change, however...


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With her passing, the scattered tribes began to coalesce into the beginnings of a society. Medieval in nature, but more than apt to defend itself. Halmathan was showing a glimpse of promise and power, but we weren't there just yet...


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... it took many years. sacrifices beyond compare, but in the end, Halmathan became an example of what a true City is in the eyes of the world. Not only through virtue of the churches and its mages, but also because of grand personages that have used the forge of Vision and Fire of Industry to transform our City into what it is today and tomorrow...?


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That last image stays on the screen for roughly a minute as the nobles gasp in awe at what may shape their beloved home. and it is then that the image disappears from the screen and amongst the tables, the heavy metal footsteps of something moving about ascends the main stage and the lights go up:


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"Tomorrow is a fleeting dream... or is it? Thank you all for coming!""

That's Lord Bardak Skylarios, founder of the SMC. The man rode in a metal horse, of nice design. Who knows how much it cost, as the crowds cheer and clap as a servant helps the man off his steed and he bows to all, looking first at King Marcus, who gives him a half smile and nods back.

"Gallant nobles, Leaders of the Church, Master Archmages of Runestone, I welcome you to this gala and would first like to remind everyone of you that we are truly blessed.

We are all, in a way, shaping Halmathan's Future. Queen Maira paved the way and because of her, we made it bigger and better. Today, everyone seated here holds a no small amount of power over this City. To call ourselves gods would be blasphemous, of course. But in the end, isn't a god's main purpose to create and gift those under their care?

You may not have noticed, but as the presentation wore on, we have been descending. My steed isn't what I wanted to show you. My company has made leaps and bounds to advance the Industrial Revolution not only here, but worldwide. However, I was always told that I am more of a showman myself and inventor a distant second.

Lord Edward Ashford is the genius responsible for what we are about to experience. He, sadly, could not make it today. In his stead, his son, Lord Alexander. If you please?"

A tall well dressed gentleman gets up on stage as Lord Bardak steps back and the crowd claps loudly. The Ashfords are one of Halmathan's finest families. One of the oldest and wealthiest, not to mention most influential.


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"Welcome your Majesty and members of Halmathan's elite. My only regret is that two of the people I love so much are not present for this event. My father always believed we could improve upon the City. Make it better for everyone, regardless of their position in life...

And so...""

Lord Alexander beckons to the giant screen which drops to the ground revealing a gigantic machine:


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"I give you the latest in urban transportation: The Dragon's Flight!""

The crowd gets up and gasps in awe and then thunderous applause while King Marcus remains with his arms crossed and then does a few short claps.

Lord Alexander stands proudly in front of the giant metal beast and addresses the crowd.

"I will take your questions, if any are to be had."

[Taelas]

Gregory waves a dismissive hand at the servant. "I will stand. There is no need to find me a seat," he says in an off-hand tone, but he stares at the man with a hard look. "Calm down. Why would I smite you for delivering a message? I am an officer of the law; I do not walk around assaulting innocent civilians. Unless you break the law, you have nothing to fear from me, or any other Inquisitor."

[...]

Gregory goes down on one knee before the King, his left fist pressed to the floor, and his right hand over his heart. "By your Grace's leave, I am not here to protect your Majesty, but to represent the Cuthbertine Church," the inquisitor says, bowing his head. "The High Inquisitor will be pleased to hear of your Majesty's concern; his health did not permit him to be here tonight, but he is not in any immediate danger. He asked me to come in his stead."

He stands as the king leaves, sending a long look after them, then goes to stand by a wall rather than sit at a table, waving the usher away. When the lightshow starts, he observes with an interested expression. When the final image is shown, the usually stolid paladin looks surprised.

"Is that scale correct?" he asks, gesturing at the bottom of the image. "Judging by those huts at its base, that is the size of a city block -- how would something that large move about? The wheels alone must be the height of ten stories!"

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: It is understandable that the servant would be frightened.

Inquisitors have a certain reputation, even among law abiding citizens, of being a tad too harsh and zealous. This, coupled with their divine abilities can inspire feelings of apprehension upon those who aren’t versed in the mystic arts.

“You will be standing? Oh dear... very well. I will let Lord Bardak know. And worry not- I am a very law abiding citizen, Inquisitor.”

Once the king makes his appearance, you kneel and bow before the king, who acknowledges your words.

“Up on your feet, Inquisitor du Vay. Your dedication to this City by serving the Cudgel is admirable. I trust the High Inquisitor tremendously and value his insight. He definitely chose well.

And I am certain his health will recover. Calchis is a strong man. And not only in spirit.”

Once the presentation begins, you refuse to take a seat and refuse to reduce your size. This will not happen. Your training requires you to be Large all the time, regardless of where you and who might disagree or dislike.

And although your size does make a few guests uncomfortable due to you invading their space, they’ll have to take it. That’s the law.

The light show is nice and the metal horse is... okay. It’s no Galavant.

And then lord Ashford shows everyone the giant mechanical... thing. The Dragon’s Flight and asks if there are questions.

The nobles turn around, rather bemused at your height and words, but Lord Ashford simply chuckles.

“This isn’t an image, Inquisitor du Vay. This is our latest creation. You must be too far back to notice.

This vehicle will not be seen above ground. It’s meant to run on rails below Halmathan. It’s a transportation vehicle. Think of a carriage, but able to accommodate a lot more passengers... and without the need of horses.

Any other questions from our esteemed crowd?”

[Chimaera]

FInishing his fifth drink and fishing a sixth one, Camus stop his drinking when the man at the door announce His Highness, the King Airdan. Of all savages, he's probably the nicest one: a well respected and loved King, descendent of the legendary Queen Maira.

He watch as many flock around him but remain standing where he is until the king approach him with his winged guard. Maybe some sort of exotic pet?

"If there is one thing wizards dont like to share are secrets, but who knows, right?", he says with a smile that fade a little bit as he call him Master Griswold, "Ah, Grand Master Griswold had some matters to attend at Runestone. I'm Archmage Camus and I'm representing him and Runestone, your Majesty".

Being the representant of Runestone sure had some advantages in the end, as he's called to join the king in his table. Watching through the presentation and watching as Gregory du Vay refuse to shrink down even after the king asked him to make Camus wonder how could he attain such a high position in his church by being so bull headed... But then he remembers what church he belongs to.

At the sight of the Dragon's Flight (a monstruosity of steel) and after listening to the inquisitor's question, he look to Daun and whisper, "Maybe the SMC will hire him to drag it around. Put that size for good use", he jokes and look at the Ashford and Skylarios nobles. Soon he'll have to find a way to speak to them.

"I do have some questions, but those are better to your ears alone, Lord Skylarios", he tell the man and look at the gigantic... thing. "Some I can openly ask, such as how many of those exist and what kind of energy power the Dragon Flight?"

[El'the Ellie]

Daun isn't one to attach significance to titles and ranking, in general: we are all born equal. Some may achieve more than others, but ultimately people are not so different as society would like them to believe. In general. King of Hamalthan Marcus Airdan IV is an exception, and even Daun treats him with the reverence his title deserves. Even if she hadn't been raised with the utmost respect for the king, which she had, Marcus had been a good king to the city, as good as Daun could have reasonably expected. So he had more than earned her respect in that regard as well.

She curtsied with the others as he was announced, and stood up straighter as the King directly approached her. Has he mistaken me for someone else? What's going on? She quickly stifled her nerves, being mostly successful. When it became clear that it was no mistake and he kissed her hand, Daun started to turn a deep pink. But she was not some timid courtly woman to let nerves get the better of her. She smiled and said, "Daun, your Majesty. I would be delighted."

She walks off to join the King and other royalty without sparing a look to the undoubtedly envious others behind her. Eat your heart out, folks. She can't help but feel extremely smugly satisfied. With a sense of surrealness, she takes the literal right hand seat of the King and watches as the presentation begins. Her mind wanders a bit during the Hamalthan history (she's heard this sort of thing several times before...) and she gets the vague sense of dropping. Curiously, she pulls a petal from the rose in her hair and drops it from the height of her head. Sure enough, it almost seems to hang in the air in front of her, lazily drifting back and forth. In actuality it's falling completely normally, but the petal falls slowly enough that the table beneath it falls away at the same rate. Against her better judgement, she points this out to the King if he is not terribly rapt in the history of Hamalthan: "I think we're lowering under SMC..." she whispers, pointing to the rose petal.

Sure enough they eventually stop, and the petal finally drops to the table. When the curtains go up and reveal the Dragon's Flight, Daun gasps with the rest. But unlike the others, she does not stand, and she doesn't applaud. "What... on Oerth... is that." The look on her face can fairly be described as disgust and horror. Camus's jest falls a bit on deaf ears: she flickers a smile to indicate that she heard him, but she doesn't even look away. Sitting forward in her seat, Daun's attention is rapt on the Dragon's Flight. Questions? Oh yes, she had several. And she was adding to the list every second. Daun does her best to keep her voice polite, but even on a good day the fire never really leaves her words. "You're going to be digging tunnels for it then? All throughout the city? And how will people get to it if it stays below ground?"

Camus's first question shocks her. She hadn't even considered the possibility that there might be more than one of these.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: You have heard of the King.

Well, who hasn't? The man is known for walking all over the City. rarely if ever has he been known for being at Runestone, but as far as you know, King Marcus isn't a wizard, so there is little reason for him to be on campus.

And this is not gone unnoticed by the King himself when you reply with the same wit, causing him to smile as you are all ushered in.

"That's a good answer, Archmage Camus. Everyone has secrets in this little burg. If we didn't... then it would all be rather boring, don't you think? Send my regards to Grand Master Griswold when you see him, then. I am sure the Academy has put a lot of effort into this.""

Griswold never mentioned you'd be sitting with the King of Halmathan himself, but here you are. And as the lights go out and the light show begins, with all the images and narration, you can surmise they are using some form of illusions to project the images on screen, along with further illusions to create the disembodied voice. This comes as no surprise, though:

Many Runestone mages work here. You have to if you even plan to get a company like this off the ground.

As for the steed Lord Bardak rode in? That's a Clockwork Steed. A construct made to resemble a horse. Incredibly expensive to make and a rarity, even for a City such as this. A clockwork steed functions much like a warhorse, but they are made of pistons and gears and metal plating. More durable than a regular horse, but again, rarely if ever used in the field of battle due to the resources required to build one.

And once that metal monster is revealed to everyone, you look at it as both lords stand in front of it and mention how such a big thing might even move, suggesting that perhaps good Inquisitor du Vay could be harnessed in front and drag it.

King Marcus stifles a chuckle as he looks at Halmathan's Hulking Hierophant several tables away.

"Now be nice, Archmage Camus:

Despite his appearance, he's not a robot.... ""

And when the time for Q&A begins and the inquisitor mistakes the Dragon's Flight for another image and is corrected by Lord Ashford, the King strokes his beard and glances quickly at the Cuthbertine.

"...I may have to retract on my earlier statement."

But then you address Lord Bardak in front of everyone, bringing up your questions, both private and public. The SMC's founder grins widely and addresses the crowd.

"And this, my friends, is why we hire wizards. See what I mean? As to your question, Archmage:

My first instinct would be to reply by saying... "Magic!"...hehehhehee!""

He even raises his hands, in a mockery gesture, which elicits laughter from the crowd and then calms them down by waving his hand.

"We hired some of the finest engineers the world over and also the best technicians at Runestone. A combination of minds put together in order to further Halmathan's Future. The details of its manufacture are too lengthy, complex and, admittedly... boring to go over at this moment. I am sure Runestone can get more detailed information at a later time.

And you are looking at the first of many in the Dragon's Flight line.""


@Daun: Your mother must be feeling rather happy right now.

Her dirty hippie daughter not only attending an event of Halmathan's social elite... but seated with the King? Wedding bells are ringing, alright. The same cannot be said about your fellow blue bloods, who seethe internally and get that wrenching feeling in their corsets, getting just a little tighter because of it.

The king takes your arm, strong as a king's arm ought to be and walks you to the table.

"The honor is all mine, Miss Daun. Perhaps later you can illuminate me later on the happenings of the druid community at Glenndale. It has been awhile since I took a stroll down the park."

Once the event begins and the lights go off, you do feel the sense of dropping and test your theory by letting a single rose petal float down off your hair and indeed... you are descending, something you let King Marcus know as he nearly nods off during the presentation.

"I thought that sinking feeling was just me. You get used to it when you attend these things.""

And then the Dragon's Flight is revealed to the City as a whole, eliciting grand applause. A mechanical marvel. Urban Transportation... what can be better than that?

The number of problems inherent in that contraption are too many to number, but you may at least start firing off with a few as Lord Ashford addresses you from the stage.

"Lady Tersetti, of course. Why am I not surprised? Let it be known to everyone here:

No trees where harmed during the making of this presentation.""

The nobles laugh and clap while King Marcus keeps his arms folded and urges you with his sight alone to press with your questions.

"We have been digging underground, yes. Most of the areas below Halmathan were already concave and expedited construction. The fact that nobody was aware of the work done attests to the triumph that is the Dragon's Flight.""

Lord Ashford turns his back to you and extends his arms towards the great machine.

"Halmathan has over one million people. Our studies show that over a thousand migrate here yearly. We are at the cusp of Power in a City so aptly named and deserving of such title. That means new jobs. That means more housing development and of course, that means transportation.""

Lord Ashford turns around to face the crowd and puts his hands together.

"A network, running underground. Connecting everyone and getting them where they want. Runestone has wizards and the finest all over the world, but not everyone is blessed with such knowledge and means. The Dragon's Flight will be able to transport honest good people all across the City and reduce crowd control on the surface. The way of the carriage and cart, pulled by the wise mule and mighty steed will become a loving memory.

As for how people will get in and out? Well, we have just begun this presentation."


@The Party EXCEPT Ilven: A cadre of beautiful ladies dressed in uniform walk out of the shadows and direct each and every one of you towards the gigantic machine, as it lights up and doors slide open releasing a gout of cold scented steam as Lord Bardak stands before the ladies in uniform who salute all of you with a flashy smile.

"Only the finest service for the finest people. These are our trained service technicians. They will cater to all your needs so as to make your journey that much more enjoyable. Please follow these lovely ladies to your assigned seats and corresponding carts.""

The interior of the Dragon's Flight is nothing short of impressive. The floor is mahogany with a red carpet running all the way across the strip. Seats made of leather with bronze filigree and adorned with the Ashford emblem- a dragonfly- line each cart.Above each seat, is a compartment, which the ladies in uniform tap lightly to show a silently sliding space to store any personal items.

A beautiful set of bronze sconces bearing a maiden's bust with their hands outstretched hold an Ever Burning torch. These have been placed every twenty feet along the walls of the carts, but never intruding onto the seats themselves.

King Marcus is caught unaware by one of the ladies who bows deeply and gestures for him, Sir Randolph, Kalir, Daun and Camus to take the main cart, which is vastly superior in decoration, with actual paintings on the walls depicting Halmathan in its early years, showing beautiful bucolic landscapes.

Lord Ashford bids all of you to take a seat and then sits on his own place as he calls one of the ladies.

"A bottle of champagne for his majesty. So? We haven't even started our little trip, what do you think?""

King Marcus smiles to the lady and tries to get as comfortable on his seat as possible.

"It's...nice. You say this is the first one of many. Are all going to be the same?"

"That would be a fevered dream, your Highness. The cost alone to mass produce a luxury machine such as this one would take way more resources. The later iterations will be just as efficient."


@Gregory: One of the ladies keeps her flashy smile as she looks up at you and hails Lord Bardak, who clacks his heels together and bows to you.

"Ah! Inquisitor du Vay...almost didn't see you, heh.

I may have to reconsider the help I am hiring- I believe I asked one of my staff to deliver a message to you regarding your current height. The Dragon's Flight will not accommodate someone of your size. This is in accordance of safety measures and The Law.

If you for some reason cannot reduce your height, we will all be sadder for it, but worry not:

One of my staff members can escort you outside."

[Chimaera]

To be trading okes with a King (and not any king) was something Camus could be used to. Specially if the end of the joke was someone who had the audacity to call him a potential criminal.

He listen his host to give the obvious answer for his question and, not much convinced by it, reply to the noble.
"Magic is an universal answer for lay people, but I'm sure an archmage will have the understanding to speak of these complex details. If you dont mind, we might talk after as I do have a few more questions about it that".

Once inside the Dragon's Flight, he watch the dragonfly insignia and look around, "Out of curiosity: what is the Skylarios' family symbol?", he ask one of the lovely ladies, taking notes of each detail, since he will probably have to report it for the Runestone's Grand Masters.

Being taken to the luxury wagon, he watch in awe for the luxury they managed to put in it.
"Is the Dragon's Flight operable already or is there any inauguration date set already?", he Lord Ashford as he is served champagne, "And more importantly: congratulations on your new marvel. I was promised to get enthralled and I feel like it".

[Taelas]

Gregory grimaces when he realizes his mistake. The screen had obviously dropped to reveal the monstrosity. He takes it in stride; humility is obviously a lesson St. Cuthbert intends to teach him this eve. So be it.

He nods at Lord Bardak. "They delivered your message, milord. Obviously they couldn't explain the reasoning behind it, or it would have ruined your show. I chose to disregard it at the time. But seeing this 'Dragon's Flight', I believe I shall accompany you after all."

With those words, he finally dismisses the righteous might spell, rapidly shrinking until he is at half the height he was a moment ago, around six feet four.

[Cavir]

"Thank you your Grace. I would be honored to visit Furyondy as your guest." Seeing someplace new and getting some new competition would be fun.

Just before exiting the carriage Kalir dons an eagle shaped half-mask. It hid his eyes from others behind rubies but its magic enhanced his own keen eyes and protected him from some forms of attack that would hinder his current duty. At this point socializing was not part of that. He also counted on his martial training to enhance his hearing. He would notice even an invisible enemy trying to approach closely.

Escorting the king through the crowd Kalir was pleasantly surprised by the king's attention to Daun. If it weren't for his half-mask one would see the Royal Guard's eyebrow raise, although a quick smile may have been caught. He nods in greeting to Daun then focuses back on his work.

Kalir only gave the presentation half his attention. A darkened environment with the crowd's attention elsewhere did open an opportunity for trouble. He was not the paranoid type could stay focused on his mission quite well. The bull display earlier had him wondering how powerful it was, could he best it without using flight before it gored him deep? The Clockwork Steed? He was sure he could crush it with one swing of his flail. Still, it was useful for those stuck on the ground but who could afford it.

The few times he had faced a dragon he had used every ounce of his skills to not be engulfed by it. The point was not missed by the raptoran.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

He takes the box in surprise, "Thank you, you're doing an excellent job. I'll do everything I can to find them." What had he agreed to this time? Get a child to do the asking and he'd buy a bridge, apparently.

"I'll send someone official in the morning to check on you, alright?" But she's already gone. Smart girl. Now for the matter of the Crow... Ilvan slides the box into a pocket near the letter. Important things should stay together for now.

Not everything has to be connected, you fool, Ilvan thinks to himself. Still, the child was talking about Hunters, and there had been a Hunter right there. The Hunter, if reputations were to be believed. Even if it was gone now, there was still the suspicion that the beast might be standing right behind him with a gleaming dagger... Somehow it was better when he could see it.

And that smell- his steps echo as he walks the quiet streets around the girl's home, unconsciously following part of an old beat as he checks that the Hunter had been the source of the foul scent, and not some poor soul bleeding out in a gutter.

[El'the Ellie]

"I'd be happy to share. Life in Glenndale is never as calm and placid as it appears on the surface." She says as the King escorts her. Never in a hundred years did she think she might get the kings personal ear tonight. Daun knew her reputation preceded her, but either the King had suddenly developed a deep concern for the sanctity of life, or there were some politics at play. For the time being she chose to believe the former. She notices Kalir among the guards, and flashes the raptoran a smile, hoping they'll be able to chat later. I suppose there are at least a few friendly faces. Still, he seemed focused on duty for now.

As the Dragon's Flight is revealed and Lord Ashford makes a jab about trees, Daun fights back a few choice words and keeps her polite tones. "It's hardly the trees I'm worried about, Lord. More the toxic smog that tends to arise from SMC. Into the air is one thing perhaps, but underground I fear it will only go up through the earth: into the good citizens homes and basements and drinking water. But I trust you have already found a way around that?" As much as she doesn't believe he has, she genuinely hopes the Lord will surprise her.

Regardless of the answer, Daun boards with the others. Into the belly of the beast... It's hard not to be impressed. Vile as it may be, the machine was still a marvel of time, planning, resources, and engineering. And the luxury was not lost on her. Still, despite the expensive seats it was hard for her to get comfortable.

"How fast does this thing travel? I imagine it might take some time to get this much weight moving faster than a walking pace. And for that matter, how does it stop if something is on the rails? Camus, I believe we might actually be on her maiden voyage."

[AlanBruce]

@Ilvan: A music box?

What good is a box like this? It won't help you find the girl's mother. No matter. Once day breaks, you can contact a City Guard to assist further with the investigation. Sadly, people in big cities disappear all the time. Even in a place like this, with so many churches and branches of the militia, accidents happen. When you have such a melting pot of cultures and creeds... some of these take a turn for the worse.

Hell, Callum nearly died apprehending one earlier today. The child has receded in toe safety of her home. Behind these barred windows, it would be very difficult for any danger to reach her.

But what about you? Going out like Galahad into the fog filled streets...alone. It is said that the Helguard are considered the mightiest force ever trained in the world, reason why there were so few at its inception and a lot fewer afterwards.

However that Hunter... The Crow. There is no precedent of a fight between both groups ever. The Helguard dealt with problems outside. The Hunters preyed in these very streets. They know the ground they stalk. And they know it well. Let us hope it doesn't come to it. You are very well equipped. A true veteran of an age best gone by, but will it be enough?

There is a reason you trained at the Blooming Lotus all those years ago. From what little you can recall of those grim marches out into the unknown, mages were always the first to meet a grisly death. Such was the nature of those expeditions, that even the few priests that signed up found themselves unable to bring them back. It is rather difficult to do that when the body has been torn into ten different pieces, each far more unrecognizable and bloodied than the one before. And if somehow they managed to stitch the body back together, the soul of the poor bastard never did answer the Earthly call.

Who would want to?

It may be for that reason that Captain Ludwig eventually saw the use of mages into the ranks of the Helguard as a liability, contrary to popular belief that a wizard can solve it all. That isn't to say that a few of the more reputable members of your Order were not versed in the secrets of the arcane. One in particular was a rather consummate warrior, meshing both Blade and Spell into a beautiful dance of Blood and Death...

If only you could remember who it was? When it comes to your former comrades, your mind always shuts down. A mental reflex, if you will.

And so, this brings us to the now. As you focus your senses and pick up the scent of blood down the streets. These are empty. Only faint sounds from the homes and buildings nearby as you cross a small bridge and catch the upwind draft, puncturing your nostrils with the smell of fresh blood. Somebody has been busy...no. Somebody IS busy, as you find a few drops of blood on the cobblestone streets and the scent of incense long gone before you look up at the rooftops for any sign of the Crow...

That Hunter could be anywhere at this point. This City is huge and The Crow seems to favor elevated places, where arrows are hard to find their mark amidst the dark and the tall chimney stacks and gothic statues, perfect for cover.

And then you stop, already leaving the child's house an eternity behind you as the fog drifts slowly around the entrance and largest source of the blood, fresh from a wound:


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Oedon's Tomb.

This is one of the oldest cemeteries in Halmathan. Not very big, but it does allow one to enter Old Halmathan. If you have the key, which is said to be kept by the caretaker. Few people go to Old Halmathan today. Things happened there. An early attempt to cleanse the Scourge. Whatever did transpire, it wasn't enough and so, the Hunters were sent in to handle the situation.

Today, Old Halmathan remains apart from the City as a whole. Nobody would willingly live in a place covered in the ashes of their loved ones, after all. But the scent of blood is stronger here. Hard to make out anyone from where you are, given that the cemetery's design has you go down a flight of steps before you enter the holy grounds properly.

How you go about this, Old Helguard... is up to you.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Patronizing nobles... that won't work on you.

Lord Bardak's smile somewhat reverts to a frown upon your words, but is quick to flash that million platinum smile.

"How true it is, Archmage Camus! Many in this City, unable or unwilling to grasp the more intricate workings of The Academy and what we do here, go for a straight and far simpler answer. They do not wish to go in depth about it. Rest assured that Runestone will get a detailed information regarding what you are requesting on their behalf.""

And once inside the Dragon's Flight, with its top of the line design and comfortable seats and beautiful paintings, you ask one of the waitresses, wearing a neat uniform, fit for a machine of this caliber, flashes you a smile upon your question regarding the Skylarios' crest, since the Ashford one is clearly imprinted upon every seat.

It's Lord Ashford who sends the lady away to get the drinks and looks at you.

"The Skylarios crest is a Cog, intertwined with a Sword pointing upwards. A way of telling the world that his family are pioneers of the Industrial Revolution that we have been graced to live in.""

Lord Ashford calls you to his side and lowers his voice as the other passengers board different carts.

"I believe your Maesters gave you something? A set of scrolls in a case. Now would be a good time to hand them over, Archmage. And you'd be right:

This is the Dragon's Flight maiden voyage. The first of its kind to travel the tunnels of Halmathan.""

This is said with much pride by Lord Ashford, but you can tell that King Marcus has adopted a serious expression as one of the ladies hands him a glass of champagne, but says nothing as Sir Randolph looks at Lord Ashford and remains equally quiet.


@Kalir: The chance to go see a new land? Why not?

You have not really heard of Furyondy, but Sir Randolph speaks highly of it and his family, who lord over its lands. Like his church, it would seem paladins of Heironeous have a solid ground there. You have bested tested your skills here and outside the City, but who knows what foreign warriors have attained martially? If his niece is as skilled as Sir Randolph claims, it would be a most exciting match.

As for the gala event itself, you play the part rather well- even with the lights turned off and attention directed at the main stage, you are ever wary of your surroundings. Doubtful that anyone would be foolish enough to attempt any type of attack- they would be crushed. You faced dragons and have lived to tell the tale.

A man, no matter his training, is no dragon. If anyone comes looking for trouble, they have to go through you...and they better bring an army if they wish to have a chance against you.

As for the machines on display... they break, just like any opponent. Instead of blood, they spill oil, but in the end, scrap is scrap. Of course, it would be very doubtful for those things in glass cases to go berserk. No accidents of any nature have been reported from the SMC. Contrary to Daun's accusations, they are clean.

And once inside The Dragon's Flight, you do your best to not crush your wings against the seat as the lady in uniform and a flashy smile pours you a glass, to which King Marcus nods.

"I won't tell if you won't, Kalir. Maxil doesn't need to know. Have a glass. I sure need one. Or two... although our Archmage friend seems to have enjoyed more than two, if I had to guess.""

And then the King looks at Daun, Camus and the others present.

"Kalir is a Royal Guard. Tonight, he is watching my back. Although I doubt any cloak and dagger situations may arise, surrounded by such nobles as I am. Nonetheless, he is to be treated with utmost respect. He is a soldier of the City and a one who has earned his stripes.""


@Daun: King Marcus listens to your words and nods approvingly at your comment regarding the Park and what transpires within.

"I couldn't agree more, Miss Daun. Only a fool would try to pick a fight with the druid community. Lady Silvarel may not show it, but believe me- she is ferocious in the rare instances when an idiot pushes the wrong buttons. I was hoping to see her, but I had another person in mind. Someone like you, of renown in the Ehlonnian Community may shed some light into it.""

King Marcus takes a deep breath and you can tell he is not happy at the topic at hand.

"Vicar Amelia. What do you know of her? Do you keep in touch with that priestess? Has she been running things well in Lady Silvarel's absence? You don't need to answer right away. Just musings of an old man.""

Not one to be outsmarted by Lord Ashford, you bring up the issue of pollutants seeping into the ground, which may hit a water reservoir and cause massive health problems to those living above.

You can already see your mother at another table. Her face contorting from rage and embarrassment. Everything was going so well...and you had to go activist.

"I admire your concern, Lady Tersetti. My father's designs are flawless. The Dragon;s Flight travels underground. Before polluting any surrounding terrain, fumes could potentially be hazardous for the passengers.

Because of that, The Dragon's Flight uses high end technology to ensure that nobody and nothing is affected. The smog you mentioned earlier? That can be cleaned as well. We would not want to turn the City into a cloud of toxic vapors, now would we? Like I mentioned earlier, we are Captains of Industry, Miss Tersetti.

Halmathan's Life is our Business. And making it better is what we are all about.""

Once seated in the great and marvelous machine, the questions keep pouring, as do the champagne. Lord Ashford smiles and takes a sip of his drink.

"Perhaps you should consider working for one of my companies, being so interested in them after all. The Dragon's Flight has an average starting speed of seventeen miles per hour. At its peak, it can reach eighty five miles. despite its size, it was designed with speed in mind. What better way to have good Halmathans reaching their destination at the right time, wouldn't you say?

As for something on the rails... that is quite charming in its naivety. We make sure that nothing is on the rails. If, for some reason there would be an obstacle, this fully functional machine can sense it and stop several feet away, breaking slowly so as to avoid harming its passengers. A safer mode of transportation you will not find.""


@Gregory: For all things holy!

You need to be big. It is the only way to keep this City safe, if you are a giant. Now, you could leave. Galavant should still be outside...

But High Inquisitor Calchis did ask for you to attend the event in his stead. And so, reluctantly, you dismiss the Righteous Might Blessing and shrink down to a more acceptable size, garnering Lord Bardak a smug smile.

"I guess we got lost in translation! Which means I won't be firing anyone tonight. Please follow me to the deluxe cart- a seat for the High Inquisitor is awaiting you.""

A lot of bronze and red carpets and cushioned seats and Halmathan's finest royals and the King himself are already seated enjoying a glass of champagne as one of the ladies, with her bright flashy smile, invites you to take a seat and pours you a glass while Lord Bardak takes his seat and takes a sip of his drink.

"We are most thankful for the Inquisitor's presence here. I could not feel any safer.""

King Marcus half smiles at the noble and raises his glass to you and everyone present.

"For good company... is this it?""


@The Party EXCEPT Ilven: The doors shut by themselves and a soothing female voice can be heard in every cart:

Welcome to The Dragon's Flight first of many travels around The City of Power! You may feel slightly disoriented at first, but this is only natural- such a vehicle has not been built ever and used.

Our qualified service technicians will cater to your every whim. Enjoy the ride....

It's a light shudder from the immense metal box as Sir Randolph clings to the sides of his seat.

"I'd rather ride my steed!""

King Marcus places his glass on a small tray in front of his seat and watches it wobble a bit, testing whether it will fall or not. Thankfully, it does not as a loud whistle can be heard outside and the hulking metal marvel begins chugging slowly at first as lights go on outside the windows and the Dragon's Flight is off.

You can all hear the applause and cheers from the carts behind you- most must be already rather tipsy, since the SMC made sure everyone had plenty to drink before the presentation and while seated.

This machine is fast, as it travels underground and the lights from the torches flicker and wave back and forth, threatening to snuff out any moment before Lord Ashford looks at all of you.

"This is Halmathan's Future. Something to tell your children. You are being a part of history...""

[Cavir]

Kalir gladly accepts the glass of champagne. "Thank you your Majesty." He raises his glass in a quick toast to those around him before having a drink. Several glasses worth wouldn't affect him nor did he care of Maxil's knowledge of it. Besides, it was at the king's request.

"Lord Ashford, where have the tunnels been dug? Any notable findings? More importantly, where are we headed?"

[El'the Ellie]

Daun nods as they sit down and the presentation begins. "I know her. I'll tell you about her if we have a moment after this show..."

***

Lord Ashford's answer seems to placate Daun... for the time being. She still had concerns abound, but the pollutants had been her primary worry and she doubted that Ashford would be simply lying straight to her about it.

On the Dragon's Flight, she seems more placated by the machine's stopping capabilities. "Thank you for humoring me. I've never traveled in something that hasn't been steered before. I suppose a boat is similar, but they can turn and aren't generally at risk of slamming into brick walls if they drift off course."

She joins the King's toast, and watches the flickering lights outside as they travel, when she remembers the King's question from before.

"Vicar Amelia is doing well, by the way. She's always been a bit... well, strange. But she's been a fine stand-in while Lady Silvarel is away, and as far as I can see she fits in quite nicely. Is there anything in particular you're curious about?"

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Who would go against the king's word?

That bubbly taste feels good as you address Lord Ashford about where this contraption is headed as the lights from the tunnel outside zoom past, leaving streaks of it amidst the chugging sounds of the Dragon's Flight.

".... thankfully, there wasn't much digging needed. Halmathan has wide open spaces below ground. Nothing that will endanger any structures on the surface, I can assure you. As to what we found?

I am sorry to disappoint, but just a pile of rocks. Not very climactic, is it? I am aware of people jumping at shadows. Being superstitious and some might even say stupidly over cautious. The old tales... they are just that. The day of the spelunking group of desperadoes marching in a single file- usually the wizard in the rear- and stopping every few feet to check for some imagined threat is, frankly, a very entertaining if false account of life.""

Sir Randolph puts his glass down and looks straight at Ashford as the lights flicker and the machine keeps moving forward.

"You do realize that this City was built on these so called 'desperadoes' you mock? Brave men and women who fought and gave their lives for this City to prosper and have people like you today sitting in a fancy metal casket, sipping champagne with a fool's smug. I can assure you, sir:

There is nothing imagined about anything you claim!""

Lord Ashford remains calm at such accusation and shrugs.

"You may be right, Lord Brunhausser. But those same tales are the ones my boy idealizes with almost religious fervor and wild abandon. He's eight."


It's awkward silence for a full minute before King Marcus places his hand on Sir Randolph's shoulder and calms the old paladin.

"I think we are all just a tad overwhelmed by this new marvel your company has made. I am an outdoors man myself, so being trapped in a metal box can be a little difficult to get used to... but you were going to tell us where this stops? It does stop somewhere, right?""

Lord Ashford glances at Sir Randolph for a few seconds and then smiles.

"Yes it does. We are currently building several stations around Halmathan. We won't be able to stop at them since they are under construction, but the tour is designed to slow its speed so everyone can see our staff hard at work. We expect these stations to be finished by the end of the year, probably less.

So far, we have stations being built at Rashema's Marina, Glenndale Park, Cathedral Ward, The Royal District and debating on whether building one for The Castello too."

King Marcus takes sip from his drink and looks out the window as the lights flash by.

"I don't think a station at the Castelllo is needed... see? That was an easy debate.""


@Daun: Once on board The Dragon's Flight, Lord Ashford motions for one of the stewardesses to wheel in a silver table with a lid on it as she lifts it, revealing several dishes, mostly small appetizers that include copious amounts of foie gras, bread, and pork, cooked to perfection and marinaded in a cranberry sauce.

"We hired the finest chef in Halmathan for this evening. Please enjoy. As for your query- The Dragon's Flight isn't an automaton. It has certain security measures, but we understand that leaving it all to a machine is potentially dangerous. So, we have trained staff that operate the Dragon's Flight. Once we begin further construction of more, the SMC will be opening job positions. Reason why I mentioned the importance of expanding this vision and the profit it will generate to everyone."

On the subject of Vicar Amelia, well... there isn't much to say.

You are a druid of Ehlonna and although the Vicar serves under Lady Silvarel, her ties to The Healing Church are just as strong. There is little to no reason as to why the King might be interested in her. If anything, she avoids the public eye. Like many church leaders, given that not all have shown here tonight.

King Marcus listens to your words and strokes his beard in thought.

"Be a dear. Once we are off this Marvel of Marvels, could you keep an eye on her? Not that she's done anything bad- she hasn't... but given her former duties, I like to keep track of them, every so often."

[Chimaera]

"I'm sure we can talk about those matters on a better opportunity", Camus says to Lord Bardak and let him finish his show.

Once inside the train, the elf start asking questions to one of the many pretty servants when Lord Ashford come to speak to him. "A cog with a sword pointing upwards? A very interesting crest that of the Skylarios' Family. I fail to see any of them here though", he says looking to one of the many dragonfly's crest, but he drops the topic once he get inside the main cart.

This train was really something. It's the mention of the scroll, that wake up Archmage Camus.
"I was planning on handing when I had that private talk, but sure", he says and give each lord one of the scrolls in metal case, "I hope you know what those are".

"And the maiden voyage, huh? This whole thing was tested, right?", he says more to himself and drink some champagne, "And some might say Seven is the perfect number", he says looking to the King, "The sum of the the divine Three with the mathematically perfect Four, reason some scribe seven-pointed stars to...", he stop talking a little and opening a smile, "Nevermind. Wizard's secrets".

Once the King address the raptoran, Camus give him a slightly bow, "I believe I saw you some time ago at Runestone. I believe you were looking for a magic blacksmith or something? Heard some stories about a dragonslayer winged guard and I take it was about you as I dont think there are many that fit that criteria even in a city as big as Hamalthan, right?"

When the topic goes to pollution, Camus scratch his chin and look to Lord Ashford, "I would like to see your solutions regarding that after as well. I've read a few articles regarding rare instances of arcane pollution and I believe it might be worth checking on that if your engineers haven't, since some have unexpected effects...", he swas saying but stop when the whole thing start speeding up, "Oh, it's alive".

He listen sfor the rest of the conversation and, seeing King Marcus' apparent disconfort, he come closer and confort him, "Dont worry: I'm sure this train is safe. And if against all odds it isnt I can teleport you out in safety".

[aReallyGreatAxe]

When he finds the drops of blood, a whispered command and Ilvan's fully armed. Unlike his typical clothing, he's made no effort to update his armor to the current fashions- it protects, it's well-kept, and that's enough.

Trying to be a hero... Ilvan thought he'd put all that behind him ages ago when he'd retired. Or before that, when he signed his life to the Helguard. He'd done his duty, nothing more. (Maybe less... memory is a tricky thing.) And yet here he was in the dead of night, following a trail of blood through the city streets. Maybe he'd started to believe those ridiculous stories.

Still, however much bravado is involved, he can't help but feel a rush of relief as the Hunter is nowhere to be found. Hopefully it was just some common cut-purse trying to expand their repertoire into cutting throats.

Stone steps to the graveyard- he didn't need his darkvision to tell him that these stairs felt too open, too exposed to whatever was here. And he was very, very alone, no comrades to watch his back or scout ahead. Best be careful. Another word and the edges of his armor seem to waver and fade.

Then- nothing else for it but to follow the stench as quietly as he can.

[Cavir]

Kalir fumed inside with Lord Ashford's denial of reality. Thoughts of dangling him from a rope while flying then dropping him off alone back where Kalir was born would do the ignoramus some good, if he survived. The place the raptoran had originally called home had a complex of caves where other creatures have assuredly made their home since. Maybe even another real dragon. Would Ashford even live long enough to wet his pants? Could this man understand how he insults the king and the Helguard? If Sir Randolph's words here had no effect on Ashford, then this topic was hopeless, for now.

Mentally trying to distance himself from the above naivete , Kalir returns the nod to the mage, having noted his name earlier. "Archmage Camus. Yes, that would have been me. The enchantments quicken the elimination of deadly enemies that exist beyond the city. I do though hope that the city's new raptoran population will make such names for themselves given time."

Kalir couldn't help overhear the king's concern about Vicar Amelia. Although the Royal Guard would stay silent here, he would keep that in mind for future reference.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Lord Ashford listens to your comment about the Skylarios sign and smiles.

"Although the SMC provided the man power, it was my family that came up with the necessary vision for the Dragon's Flight construction. My father, Sir Edward, wrote down the blueprints and then had the mages at Runestone act upon them according to its specifications.

Of course, we do give the SMC credit. But ultimately, the Dragon's Flight is my family's vision made a reality. And one we will be sharing with every single person in Halmathan very soon."

And once both Captains of Industry are aboard the metal vessel and this one has gained momentum, you take out both scroll cases and hand them to Lord Bardak and Ashford, who look at each other and smile before grinning.

"Of course we know what it is. Please extend our gratitude to Runestone for them upon your return. We will be doing so formally in the following days."

And then all sides begin conversing. With some sides getting more heated than others and you bring up the most obvious question, to which Lord Ashford looks directly at the king.

"You bet it has, Archmage Camus. It certainly has been tested. We are perfectly safe...""

And then you address the Hawk in the room.

Kalir the Raptoran. Halmathan's Royal Guard is mainly comprised of knights that excel at blade and spell. There is no denying that they have perfected such pairing rather well, since a few of them attended Runestone. Of course, it is difficult to train the mind and body at the same time and achieve the ultimate 'Mage Knight', if you will. Eitther you commit one, or the other. There is nobody you know that can boast the powers of an Archmage and a legendary swordsman in one. There simply are no such records anywhere. Having said that, the Royal Guard is bloody efficient, but to call them true wizards... that would be a bit of a stretch.

And then there are those who trained at The Blooming Lotus. They are highly skilled with the blade. Perhaps even more so than your run of the mill warrior fresh off the barracks. The Sublime Way opens a whole new book of tricks for mundanes to be almost on par with a wizard.

Almost.

And perhaps because of that, those without the means to weave the arcane tapestry into their blades come to Runestone to get theirs enchanted by those who can. Kalir, being a true Initiator through and through, would lack the skills required to do this on his own and as a result, his Thresher most likely bears Runestone's emblem somewhere on its surface.

And when the subject of dragons are brought up, Sir Randolph looks at Lord Ashford.

"Imaginary creatures? Folk tales? This man has dealt with them before.""

Lord Ashford finishes his drink and takes out a tiny flat silver box from his pocket, tapping it once as it springs open and takes out a cigarette as one of the ladies, always with a flashing smile, lights it up for him as the man takes a deep puff.

"I do not doubt Master Kalir's experiences out there. I believe he dealt with some manner of creature or creatures... but dragons are non existent. It isn't unheard of for some reptiles to attain abnormally large sizes and this, coupled with a more folkloric train of thought, would lead people to immediately associate them with "Dragons".

And yes: The irony is not lost upon me that we christened this vehicle after them. Marketing did extensive research and it is a catchy name. For what it's worth, Kalir: good job."

On the matter of requesting to see any measures taken to avoid arcane pollution, Lord Ashford chuckles.

"You truly are an inquisitive Archmage, Camus! Rest assured that Runestone is overseeing such details. We are extremely grateful for your presence here and delivering these scrolls and we can only hope you relay your experiences to your superiors.

As for your query about Arcane Pollution, Runestone is looking into that matter with us... specifically those in the Tower of Magi. So relax! You are all perfectly safe here.""

The chit chat continues and you nearly fall over as you make your way towards the King, who furrows his brow and avoids contact with the nobles, looking out the window as you whisper that, should anything dire happen, you can teleport him out. It's a very easy thing for you to do.

King Marcus keeps looking out the window and you can notice he hasn't touched the food offered and slowly turns to look at you, glancing at the door leading to the other carts behind.

"Should there be a problem, Archmage Camus, I request you give priority to those who cannot protect themselves and get them to safety, but you heard Lord Ashford:

We are in the safest place possible...""


@The Party EXCEPT Ilvan: The Dragon's Flight gently reduces its speed as the sound of steam can be heard outside and the lights inside illuminate the room, allowing everyone to look out the window and see a crew of workers toiling with picks and sledge hammers as they stop, grin and wave at the noble passengers while a female voice can be heard all over the Dragon's Flight:

Rashema's Marina Station

Lord Bardak smiles widely and waves at the workers as the Dragon's Flight continues on its path.

"As you can see, the SMC works hard every night to build state of the art stations that will draw in thousands of Halmathans every day, all day. Given the sound they make, we prefer if they work after sundown, so as to not disrupt the streets with the noise. We have cordoned the area, so any noise pollution should be at a minimum.""

The same happens with Glenndale and the Royal District, each with its cadre or workers waving at the elite, comfortably seated and aptly sauced by the expensive champagne.

And then the Dragon's Flight comes to a screeching halt, but no people to greet you outsiode the window as the lights outside flicker and the female voice can be heard:

Cathedral Ward Station

Even in other carts, you can all hear the confused reactions from the crowd.

Where is it?

I see nothing....

Why is it so dark???

What on Oerth is that godawful smell????


The King looks at Sir Randolph, who nods and is about to get up, when Lord Bardak and Ashford exchange glances and the SMC's founder flashes a grin in the dim light.

"Not to worry! I'll be right back...""

the man runs to the front of the cart and the door slides open for him before a few minutes go by and you can all feel the immense machine moving, but not straight as it was before...

It's changing course, altering its trajectory as Lord Bardak comes waltzing back in, puffing his chest and takes his seat.

"A minor snafu. Nothing more. We are now returning to the SMC headquarters. I hope you all enjoyed the Dragon's Flight. Like Lord ashford mentioned- we are completely safe here.""

And sure enough, after about thirty minutes, the immense machine comes to a stop, releasing a huge gout of steam and the doors slide open, with more of those beautiful ladies in uniform flashing a smile and handing each and everyone one of you a gift basket with a small SMC replica of the Dragon's Flight cast in bronze, to be used as a paper weight, an assortment smaller models seen at the lobby as plushies and a folded letter detailing the History of the SMC.

Lord Bardak does an overtly gallant bow and addresses the crowd.

"Thank you very much for your attendance! I hope you enjoyed this as much as we did. have a pleasant evening!""

Where you all go from here and with whom, that is up to you- you all have your own homes and labs to rest for the night.


@Ilvan: That stench of blood. Fresh...

The killer is close. Too close. Down the steps to Oedon's Tomb, hallowed ground.

But do you dare go down there alone? That is a rhetorical question, as you arm yourself appropriately. You are a member of the Helguard. You may have batteled without quarter out in the wilds, but here...

Here you have a little girl's plea. And only a monster would refuse such innocent and honest plea. No back up, just your training and wits... those will have to do as you begin the descent of the fog filled stairs towards Oedon's Tomb...

The first thing that catches your attention are the gravestones.

Old and strewn around the place, some are as tall as you, with a large crypt having the statue of an angel in prayer to a full moon as the fog churns silently around you and you can't help notice a few dead trees, towering over the gravestone and casting eerie shadows by the silver light of the Moon.

Then that smell of blood again... followed by the sound of steel on flesh as you keen your eyes and several feet away, you find a small pile of corpses, heavily mutilated. There was a fight here...and it ended bad for those poor souls, as their killer, a man with his back turned to you, holds a hand axe on his right hand and proceeds to messily chop off the head of one of his victims and stops as he sniffs the air and turns to face you:

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As tall as you. No at least a foot taller. This man does not wear armor, unlike you. Unlike you, he has a blood stained hand axe on one hand and on the left is that... a blunderbuss?

You know the Guard uses ranged weapons, such as crossbows and bows, like you... but that's a firearm. The man is broad shouldered and his coat and hat are drenched in blood as his eyes, covered in an old grey bandage directs its gaze at you.

"...Beasts all over the shop... You'll be one of them, sooner or later..."

What the hell does he mean? Something about this man... something dangerous. Your son mentioned a "psychopath" on the loose. That he and his squad would track him down and arrest him...

With those bodies littered around him...gods, let Callum not be amongst them.

The man exhales a gout of cold breath and is not speaking anymore. More like a primal roar. He has ran out of victims and right now, you are the next one on his list.

Time to put that old Helguard training to use. Just another crazy that needs to be put down!

Roll Initiative and remember:

Don't get Greedy

[Taelas]

"Lord Bardak," Gregory calls after him before he can leave. "What was that? That did not seem like a minor incident, as you implied. You may as well include me; even if you refuse my assistance, I shall head to Cathedral Ward and start my own investigation into this matter."

His expression is stern. "What happened to the workers at that last station? There were workers at every other stop."

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: Something's not right.

Once everyone has left the Dragon's Flight, you approach Lord Bardak and inquire about the incident during the tour. You never got to see Cathedral Ward. That machine merely turned around, but the founder of the SMC simply smiles as one of his pretty attendants walks up to you, flashes a smile and offers you a gift bag.

"Inquisitor du Vay, I can assure you that it was absolutely nothing someone of your status ought to be concerned with. As we mentioned during the tour, it is a maiden voyage. A few kinks that need to be patched here and there. Nothing major.

The Cathedral Ward station should be operational very soon. Given the amount of people I have working on all stations around the City, the man labor spreads thin. You have given me something to think about, though: I may have to hire more people come the morrow. Like we said before- it's safe. There is no reason to prod around where there is nothing to prod, Sir Gregory."

The man walks away from you and is escorted by his own personal security as the lady in uniform keeps flashing that smile and holds the gift bag to your face.

Cathedral Ward isn't too far away from Cuthbert's Cathedral. Given that the Pelorian Church is simply so massive, it's considered a small city within Halmathan and so, Cathedral Ward stands almost like a separate district on its own. Getting there should not be too difficult.

All you need is to cross St. Abaidas Bridge. A beautiful victorian monument on its own right. Once in Cathedral ward, you may be able to find out what exactly transpired... if you deem it so, that is.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun gives the king a curious look. "Hmm, I'll see what I can do to keep an eye on her. Though honestly, I would be surprised by anything out of the ordinary."

As the talk turns to dragons, Daun chimes in. "You'd be a fool not to believe that dragons are out there. Great creatures of the elements, magic, teeth and scales. Call one of them an overgrown reptile and I'll be the first to say 'I told you so' at your funeral. But, I suppose as long as you stick to your workshops and tinkering you needn't worry about the rest of the world."

As the Dragon's Flight pulls in to station after station, Daun watches the workers out the window. When mentioning they keep to working during the night, she says, "You say that as if only the citizens of Hamalthan might be the ones disturbed by the noise. What's quiet to us might be deafening to an owl or rabbit" I wonder how many nocturnal hunters in Glenndale went hungry because they couldn't hear prey over the noise of construction.

She turns away from the window as they arrive at the Glenndale station. "A word of advice: inform the residents of Glenndale of this station, before it's finished. I guarantee it will be met with opposition, but it will be infinitely better than if you surprise them with it."

When they arrive at the Cathedral Ward Station, Daun smells the same stench, wondering if she recognizes it, and peers out the window.

Knowledge Nature: [roll0]

I don't have any kind of low light vision/darkvision, but possibly maybe there's enough light for a spot check: [roll1]

And a listen check, cause why not: [roll2]

Her eyes narrow in suspicion at the behavior of Lords Bardak and Ashford. As they get rolling she says, "I know you're not about to insult the intelligence of the King by pretending everything's fine..."

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Even with your armor on and your multitude of abilities supposedly in your favor...

Something about this man tells you he is no ordinary foe. All he carries is an axe and an old blunderbuss, so he should be easy to handle, yet...

Round 1

The man grits his teeth into a twisted smile and darts towards you with a speed no ordinary man ought to have. Even bereft of a heavy armor, he's closed the space between you and him very quickly as he skids on the grave soil and grips his axe with one hand and aims the blunderbuss at you from several feet, opening fire as the scattershot pings off a few gravestones, but still manages to strike you in the chest!

10 piercing damage. DR has not been applied, so if you have any, apply it to your sheet

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238085)



Father Gascoigne
Ilven

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: King Marcus smiles at your words and strokes his beard in thought.

"I doubt it too, Miss Daun. There isn't much out of the ordinary, but still... it would bring me much comfort if you would make time."

Of course, when talk of dragons and their lack of existence coming into play, you give in much necessary input to Lord Ashford, who puffs on his cigarette and taps the ashes on a tray located on his seat.

"Of course... druids. The Ehlonnian Community in Glenndale still adheres to the Old Beliefs. Commendable that they would cling to them in the advent of Science looming over their metaphorical shoulder.

Everything has an explanation, Lady Tersetti- what our forefathers thought to be a nefarious bump in the night we have proven to be nothing but a mere figment. There are no such things as 'monsters'. Sorry to disappoint you- we are in the real world, not some fairy tale sung at a tavern. Although like I mentioned earlier, they make for fantastic tales and a compilation of lore meant to enthrall a younger audience. The nanny we hire for my children is quite taken to them. Perhaps you might reconsider my job proposal, hm?

As for...hhhehehee... "rabbits", is it? They don't pay taxes. As far as I'm concerned, they are freeloading off the land. They already get a huge park to frolic around and not be hunted. Or will you tell me now that they are people too? Oh that's right- Wildshape, is it? Yes... matters like that keep me up at night, I can assure you.

And yes, there may have been beasts lurking about in olden times. But we have the Glorious Helguard to thank for that, don't we?"

King Marcus remains silent, but you can tell the acerbic irony has not fallen on deaf ears.

When the Dragon's Flight stops at the unfinished Glenndale Station, you admonish the Plutocrat about warning the residents of the preserve regarding its construction, lest he finds any opposition.

"I cannot imagine anyone who would try that...abhorrent in its premise! Rest assured, Lady Tersetti- the druid community will be duly notified. You can tell your woodland friends to hide their claws and not ruffle their feathers just yet.""


However, once the Dragon's Flight arrives at Cathedral Ward Station and everything goes dark, you try to see anything outside. But it's dark, so no point in trying to keen your eyes. The sounds of the other passengers makes it impossible to hear anything else, but the smell of sewage is very strong, as Lord Bardak returns and the machine churns back to life as you listen to their excuse, but you have a feeling it isn't the whole deal.

Ever ready to pounce and tear these nobles apart with claw and fang like a mystic savage, you instead question whether they are mocking the King's intelligence.

"His intelligence would never be insulted, Lady Tersetti. I hope you enjoyed the ride....""

[Chimaera]

Archmage Camus just give a nod to the king and resume his drinking.

The train voyage was going alright, if you disconsider theexchange of insult and provacations for many of those seated in the cart. Sure. There is more than what meet the eye in this whole show as so far the nobles only dodged and gave vague answers to all questions, riasing more questions than answers per se.

However it wasnt in his position to demand anything from them: he was here to deliver the scrolls and to get a good idea of what was going on. And so he watched and kept watch he saw to himself.

Once the train return to its main station, Camus give it noble a bow and a handshake.
"Indeed a marvelous creation. If it do what it was planned to who knows how much jobs, profit and benefits it will grant to ourt beloved City. Lord Baldak", he says and look to him, "Which day is better for you to schedule a meeting? I'm still have some questions but I fear it's already too late and I had already too much champagne to make it tonight".

To both nobles he give another bow, "Have a pleasent night, my lords".

Walking away, he walk to the king and smile.
"Anything I might be useful for you, your Majesty? If not, I'll take my leave and go to the Golden Mare: my cousin is sick so I better go and take a look on her", he says and give each of the others a silent goodbye and get ready to take flight back to the Golden Mare but change his mind and decide to hail a carriage.

"No flight after drinking", he thinks to himself and wonder how well are Kaylin and Thing.

[Cavir]

Kalir turns to ignoring the fool and focuses back on being the king's personal bodyguard. The hosts' plans were not as they expected. Who knew what else wasn't going to plan.

Exiting the Dragon Flight he accepts a gift bag and slips it into his magical pack. He figures the king would want to take his leave quickly so the raptoran visually plans out the route to lead the king through once the signal is given. The sooner the better.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

This slipshod, sliding creature doesn't seem so different than a wild beast, but the impression is broken when the man's roars are interrupted with the blunderbuss' report.

And then he's hit- Ilvan reacts to this in a fairly predictable way, by loosing a flurry of arrows at the madman before he can close the distance. Better to start this fight strong.

More out of superstition than anything else, the arrowheads gleam silver in the moonlight.


Sadly, never recorded maneuvers readied. oh well.

1.) Knowledge devotion: this doesn't appear to take any kind of action.
2.) Free action: boots of speed (haste 1 round), quickdraw weapon
3.) Swift action: enter blood in the water stance (stacking bonuses should a crit be involved).
4.) Full attack, since such opportunities seem unlikely in a one-on-one.


Silver projectiles. Because why not.

Damage bonus= +1 magic, +1 competence, +3 insight =5
Attack bonus =base+dex +1 haste, +3 insight, +1 weapon focus, +2 competence, +1 magic =28

Attack: [roll0]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2] nonlethal + [roll3] acid.

Attack: [roll4]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll5]
Damage: [roll6] nonlethal + [roll7] acid.

Attack: [roll8]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll9]
Damage: [roll10] nonlethal + [roll11] acid.

Attack: [roll12]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll13]
Damage: [roll14] nonlethal + [roll15] acid.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: You had heard that Daun the Druid liked to stir up trouble.

But how wise is it to bring all these accusations, thinly veiled in curtsy against Lord Ashford? He may not be the King, but the Ashford Family is immensely powerful. Their reach not only in the political scene, but also in matters arcane is well known.

Although you have yet to meet her, stories around Runestone abound regarding the Ashford Scion. Lord Ashford's daughter and a master Mage in her own right. So talented is this lady supposed to be, that were she not away at the present time, chances are you and Griswold would have lost any chance of getting the position as a Grand Mage in the Tower of Magi.

Of course, tales are wont to be exaggerated. When it comes to the arcane community, everybody likes boasting of their superior skills until duels are brought up and then either the alleged Master Caster disappears from view, or is humiliated in front of the entire community.

The same cannot be said about Dragons, though. Although no such creatures have been seen in the City in ages. Way before you were even born, it is undeniable that such powerful race has influenced Magic throughout history. After all, sorcerers claim with utmost pride to be descendants of such creatures. An iffy claim. Hard to verify, but their latent arcane power, which comes forth naturally, may lead some credence to that statement.

However, you aren't here to ping pong into petty arguments. Just to observe and deliver. Both of which have been done. Runestone will get their report and before bowing and leaving the SMC headquarters, you let Bardak know about those questions you have in mind. The complex kind.

"That's the plan, Archmage Camus. Like Lord Ashford mentioned, the Dragon's Flight is the beginning of a New Era of Enlightenment for Halmathan. What a great time to be alive, to see the Dawn of Industry. And to have its legacy felt for generations to come.

As for your questions... I will have someone contact you when my schedule opens, Archmage. I am drowning in work right now. This City never sleeps, you know? Thank you for coming and send my regards to Grand Master Griswold. Don't forget your gift bag."

The many nobles gathered begin to disperse, not before exchanging pleasantries amongst each other and all of them bowing to King Marcus, who seems extremely exhausted as he does his best to keep his smile on as the last one bids good bye and Lord Brunhausser sighs deeply.

"I hate to sound like a child... but can we go now?""

Upon asking King Marcus if he needed anything, the King of the People shakes your hand, a tight grip and smiles.

"Unless you have a spell in your book to get rid of a killer headache, that will do for now. A pleasure meeting you, Archmage Camus. Feel free to visit the Royal Palace some time. I haven't forgotten about those secrets you mentioned. Might have to pry them open some day, heh. Have a good night."

Well, that's it. Thing should be keeping watch of Kaylin back at The Mare. You could fly, but truth be told, you've had one flute too many. And if there is one thing you've learned is that drinking and casting make for a terrible mix.

There was this account of a mage who had one too many Piña Coladas and Deathweed...

He thought himself an arrow
and flew straight into one of the Clock Towers in Cathedral Ward. Took a whole day for a crew of rescue workers to get him down.


@Kalir: Finally it's over!

These nobles are so full of themselves. One has to wonder how well would Lord Ashford fare out in the wilds, away from the comfort of this City. Given his frame and the way he talks so much stupidity, a single lowly goblin could leave him like a stuck pig out in the marshes to pickle up for dinner.

You pocket the Gift Bag and watch King Marcus say good bye to everyone before he calls you by your side.

"You managed that really well, Kalir. Congratulations. I would've left a dent where their faces one stood. I promise I won't put you in that situation ever again. However...""

King Marcus looks at Daun and then back at you.

"Why don't you escort Glenndale's Finest back to her home? I have guards waiting outside on horseback and most importantly:

I have a paladin with me. I'll be safe, but I worry for her. Thank you, Kalir. And if you want, go get some drinks at The Mare afterwards. I will have the front desk know you are coming. It's my personal tab, so go crazy. You can take the day off tomorrow.""

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: That hurt...

But not as much as this madman is about to be punished for daring to leave a few holes on your armor. As a member of the Helguard, your talents with a bow were unmatched and although you are an old legend, you are still a Legend.

Standing your ground despite being shot and smelling the gun powder in the air, you close one eye and aim your trusty bow at this maniac. Who knows what he is, but despite every single arrow striking him and spilling his blood on the Hallowed Ground of Oedon's Tomb...

He doesn't even feel fazed by it! This killer seems to relish the salvo as he snaps one of the arrows on his chest and lowers his body, gripping his hand axe as a wicked grin draws upon his face.

Round 2

Any other person that took such direct hits would be dead by now... not him, as the man grits his teeth and lowers his axe on the ground, trailing sparks as he comes straight at you, knocking a few gravestones aside with his great strength and then... punishment!

This son of a bitch is lethal up close! That axe of his cuts deep. Enough for the wounds not to close immediately as the ground you stand on spills with elven blood.

21 slashing damage plus Wounding- lose 1 HP each round unless treated with any Cure or similar healing spell

24 slashing damage plus Wounding- lose 1 HP each round unless treated with any Cure or similar healing spell

It's the third slash, however, that causes the axe to glow with the blood of his previous victims as he nearly slices your body in two. That last slash is deadly- too deadly to ignore!

24 slashing damage plus Wounding- lose 1 HP each round unless treated with any Cure or similar healing spell. Plus, Ilven takes 4 Constitution Damage.

This man fights like a demon! Relishing the pain brought upon him and that which he visits upon his victims. But worse, there is something that is quite unnerving about having him up close. Something that causes you to question your skills in battle.

Father Gascoigne is able to bring the fear of God on his victims, especially when up close. Anyone within 20ft. of him takes a morale penalty of -2 to attack, damage and saves

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238095)


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Father Gascoigne
Ilven

[El'the Ellie]

Daun bites back words as Ashford laughs at the plights of rabbits, and more importantly any living things that aren't citizens. Profit margins, ownership, and exploitation of resources, that seemed to be all he cared about. Most of the night she disliked the lord and despised his construction. But thanks to his recent comments, she was starting to really hate him.

She was quiet for the rest of the ride, eventually grabbing the small trinkets they were handing out.

She curtsys again when people talk about heading their separate ways. "Thank you for the invitation your Grace. This whole night was... well, it is what it is. I hope to see you around again, and I will certainly look after Amelia's well-being."

Turning to the raptoran she says, "If you're duties with the King are done, would you like to accompany me to the Mare? I could use a drink and friend now, I think."

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Well, that was a mistake. This man was a demon! Ilvan cuts his losses and races to the cover of a nearby tomb.


1.) free action, boots of haste (round 2/10)
2.) withdraw, no AoO, move up to 2x speed . Can’t access the map on this device, but if memory serves, there is a grouping of coffins about 100’ to the north, west of the other stairs. Ilvan would try to put at least one of these in between himself and Gascogne, with 120’ movement this should be possible.
3.) takes 3 more damage from bleed, so a total of 76 damage dealt and max health reduced to...120? (Sheet will be updated and mental math checked tomorrow morning when the internet is better).

[Chimaera]

"I'm affraid I dont have any such spell. I would recommend rest", he says to the king and look at the others who seem headed towards the Mare.

"I''m going to the Mare as well, maybe we can share a carriage there?", he offer Daun and Kalir and then back again to Daun, "You're a druid, right? Perhaps you dont have any healing spell to get rid of food poisoning, do you? I could pay some casting of that with some drink", he offer both of them.

After seven glasses of champagne, Camus didnt want to risk a misdirected Teleport or flying straight at some building so he sure could use some bodyguards to walk with him to the Mare. He might as well discover what they thought of the whole show and Kaylin sure could use some Remove Disease.

[Taelas]

Gregory takes the gift bag absently from the attendant, though not without giving her a nod in acknowledgement.

Bardak is hiding something, that much is clear. Perhaps it is simply that he does not know what he is dealing with yet, though. A pity he is too narrow-minded to let Gregory in on the matter. Then again, it could be just 'kinks', as he mentioned. But then why the smell...?

With a shake of his head, Gregory heads out to where Galavant is stabled. Once he has thanked the stablemen for taking care of him, he gets into the saddle and rides off to cross St. Abaidas Bridge.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Your son mentioned earlier that he and his team brought down some "Frenzied Fiend".

You made the comment that with ideal teamwork, even a savage like that could be brought down. It cost Callum five men, but he was able to do it. You, however, are now alone. Fighting some brute with an axe and a gun. Your arrows, although they have hurt him, are not slowing him down. Not in the slightest.

Those slashes are brutal. You have seen men out in the wilds that wield weapons with such frenzied abandon, but you had the Helguard to back you up and so, they were put down relatively fast. Also, you were much more spry back then.

This madman is out for blood and he;'s not content with the pints spilled from your wounds. Unless you think fast on your feet, you'll end up like those other corpses. Time to get some distance from this butcher.

Your boots ought to give you the speed necessary to sprint past him and immediately you roll behind a clump of gravestones. Catching your breath, you watch your blood spill on the ground as the bloody mad man grins wickedly and licks the blade off his axe, savoring the blood on it.

Round 3

You can see that Oedon's Tomb has a set of stairs running up to an elevated area. You could further place more distance to him and keep him running around. of course, the man has a freaking blunderbuss, but it hurts a lot less than those damn axe swings.

A crypt can be seen not far from your position. It's closed, but the roof should provide some way to leap off the elevated area of this place should you need a means of escape.

The man looks at his chest, with a few arrows sticking into them and lowers his head as he utters something in a language you have never heard before as the trails of acid from his wounds are washed away. he still bears the arrow shots, however.

And then, dragging that axe along the ground, starts making his way towards your position.


Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238099)


Father Gascoigne
Ilven


@Camus: King Marcus smiles at your response.

"Rest seems like a good idea, Archmage Camus. I have a few things to ponder back at the Palace. Have a good night. Be safe...and don't walk alone."

This last part is mentioned with genuine concern from His Majesty as he boards his carriage not before making sure Kalir is with Daun. And then, into the night he rides with his brave Royal Guards in tow.

Well, the gala's over. The night isn't, though. With the druid and a raptoran Royal Guard left behind, you should have enough security of your own if you are to go see your cousin.

The streets of Hope's caress are pretty much empty as fog drifts around and a few homes have lit incense lanterns outside their door. Finding a carriage isn't easy, but a lone one riding rather fast down the road with a lantern of its own wafting incense behind it stops and the coachman, just as nervous as his horse, bids you to get in.

"You're in luck gentlemen, my lady- I was just about to head home. Nights like these are best spent indoors. Where to?"


@Daun: Damn Ashford.

All he and Lord Bardak care about is making money. Sure, it's progress. If by progress they mean fattening their coffers, which they will. They have been doing it for years now. And that foolish Ashford mocking the druidic ways... there is a reason why you left this horrid life behind so long ago. But everyone gets their comeuppance sooner or later. Noble or not.

King Marcus kisses your hand and gives you a wink.

"Thank you, Miss Daun. I revile these gatherings, but your presence and what you had to say made it worthwhile. Rest assured that Kalir here is a consummate Raptoran Kordite. You will be safe as long as you stay close to him.

Good night.""

Inquisitor du Vay left on Galavant, like a man possessed. He won't be joining you for any after hours at The Mare and you could definitely use a drink and have a friend or two to discuss what happened today.

Thankfully, the lone carriage isn't expensive- five coppers to get you to the Golden Mare. Easily affordable. And while you ride at top speed through the fog filled streets, the three of you should have time to discuss the events of this evening away from prying eyes and ears.


@Gregory: No time for pleasantries here.

A nod is enough as you grab the gift bag and watch everyone leave in their own direction. You have a meeting at Cathedral Ward, as Galavant rides like the wind, taking through as many shortcuts as possible as the scent of incense invades your nostrils and not a soul can be seen out tonight.

Cathedral Ward is a district in the City, sponsored by The Healing Church, who are an offshoot ecclesiastical organization of the Pelorian Order. The Church does what it says on the tin- it's in charge of healing. The Healing Ministers are not unlike doctors and they make sure everyone gets proper care. Being an offshoot of a deity that oversees Wellness of the Body and Mind, many Halmathans have moved to Cathedral Ward and reside their, ever devout and ever eager for Healing Ministration.

En route towards Cathedral Ward, you can sense Galavant is a tad uneasy. Not his usual demeanor as a steed for one of the City's most powerful paladins, but eventually, you reach it:

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St. Abaidas Bridge or as it's commonly known, The Great Bridge. This massive structure connects Cathedral ward to the City, with the Pontus River flowing beneath. Statues of hooded figures extending their hands towards the sky bear melted dripping candles, red in color to both sides of the bridge. Seeing the end is difficult, due to the fog, but that's where you are headed.

Bardak may not be aware of what he's doing. Maybe it's nothing- he's just a money hungry noble. No crime there, unless...

And then your thoughts are put to a halt as something massive leaps from some nearby tower and lands on the bridge, causing both you and Galavant to nearly fall over:



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In the name of Cuthbert... what is this thing? It's at least thirty feet tall and the beast leapt what you can only assume was a great distance. The creature looks at you and Galavant as its eyes flare with utter rage and roars with a most disturbing howl as it extends its claws at both of you.

Who knows what this is, but you know where it's headed.

Roll Initiative

[El'the Ellie]

As they trundle through the city streets, Daun is eager to turn the conversation away from the events of the day. "So Kalir, you're a King's Guard! How did that come about? He seems more... well, more normal in person, honestly. Do you like it?"

[Chimaera]

"Exciting night, huh?", Camus ask the driver, "What kind of night is tonight?"

He look at the both of the hitchhikers as they get into the confort of a carriage, "Was just me or did you guys smelled something funny there?"

He start looking at his pockets for something. Thing. But then remembers it was keeping company to Kaylin.
"Ah! The spell would be to my cousin: food poisoning", he says look to the druid, "Or maybe drank too much last night", he shrugs.

Once they change the topic to the King Guard, Camus start to ponder looking through the window and into the dark streets.

"Hey, Kalir. Might I ask you something?", he ask the raptoran, "When you're patrolling the skies, does that constant smog hinder you in any way? I was late for the event so I decided to go flying. Even with the rain it sure bothered me".

[Cavir]

Kalir wanted to protest the king's suggestion of calling it a night before being safely back at the Palace but he could see that he would have lost that argument.


Turning to the raptoran she says, "If your duties with the King are done, would you like to accompany me to the Mare? I could use a drink and friend now, I think."

"I'm not a big drinker, but the Mare should be much more pleasant than our evening event." He nods and gives an inviting nod to the archmage for them all to share a carriage once one is found.


As they trundle through the city streets, Daun is eager to turn the conversation away from the events of the day. "So Kalir, you're a King's Guard! How did that come about? He seems more... well, more normal in person, honestly. Do you like it?"

"Royal Guard, that is. My position tonight was a surprise, and my first time doing so. I don't know why Maxil didn't take the honor for himself. He thought he would have to order me to do this. He and I don't see eye to eye but we will both do what's necessary to protect the city. The king? Yes, very much not full of himself. All the more reason to make sure nothing happens to him. He seemed to take a fancy to you."


He look at the both of the hitchhikers as they get into the comfort of a carriage, "Was just me or did you guys smelled something funny there?"

"MmHmm, like a giant backed up outhouse. Maybe those sewer lines drain into an underground chamber and the digging breached one. I'm sure the inquisitor is already back at the Cathedral Ward to get answers."


"Hey, Kalir. Might I ask you something?", he ask the raptoran, "When you're patrolling the skies, does that constant smog hinder you in any way? I was late for the event so I decided to go flying. Even with the rain it sure bothered me".

"The smog? Hate it. Part of the reason I spend so much time at the Park. I try to keep away from the SMC district. When patrolling the sky I stick to Palace and Cathedral districts. When I leave the city to explore beyond I don't miss that aspect of Halmathan. Have either of you been outside of the city? To where?"

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: What in the name of all that is sacred...?

This is a beast. Gigantic in stature and of imposing strength as the entire Bridge shakes under its lumbering steps. There are no records of a creature like this ever roaming Halmathan or even its environs. The City has enjoyed peace for such a long time...

Then why is this abomination let loose? Where is everyone?

There is no time to call for reinforcements. As one of Halmathan's finest Inquisitors and Paladins of St. Cuthbert, it is your duty to maintain Peace in this City. You have trained extensively to deal with threats- although the true nature of this creature may be unknown to you, it should fall down just like any other beast...

...It has to.

Round 1

Astride Galavant, you watch this hairy monstrosity shriek in your direction as it ambles, using its much larger right arm as support, as the entire bridge shakes as it takes one step after another and gains incredible speed. rushing towards both you and your steed and casting its shadow over both as it lands its massive claw on both, punishing both knight and steed onto the brick ground!

Where is this thing getting so much strength... such beastly aggression!!!

Both Gregory and Galavant each take 43 damage. Apply DR, if any.

On top of that, have each roll a grapple Check DC 32 or remain trapped and prone beneath the creature's claw.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238158)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory & Galavant


@Camus: The coach driver tilts his old top hat as Daun enters the carriage and taps one of his lanterns as the scent of incense wafts around the carriage.

"Nothing exciting about this evening, sir. It's the kind of night where you're best indoors...""

He elaborates no further on that regard and the man means it, as he speeds through the fog filled streets, causing the carriage to bump more than usual as it speeds towards your destination.

Conversation within the carriage is the usual...or as usual as it can be. All three of you have witnessed Halmathan's Future, according to the SMC and Lord Ashford.

Some of you may hate these nobles, but truth be told:

Have they broken the law?

Have they killed anyone?

Have they plotted against the King and the good people of the City? Trapped underground in an unknown metal vehicle would have been the perfect place for such and act and yet....

Here you are, sharing a cab back to one of Halmathan's finest inns for free drinks. And with gift bags to show as proof. Yes, that sure warrants storming the SMC, killing everyone and looting them blind. You know... the Savage Way.

Savage is the way this guy is driving. He is in a hurry to get home, but eventually, you reach the lights of the Golden Mare, with the sound of laughter and drinks and song inside.

Many members of Halmathan's young elite like to come here and unwind. The same can be said for the top members of the Guard when they're off duty. It isn't a cheap place. Calling it an "inn" would be considered an insult for some. The SMC has invested considerable amount of money into many old buildings around The City, in order to get them "with the times". Reason why Kaylin's room is accessible only via that metal contraption, the elevator.

The Bacchus Lounge in the lobby serves the best drinks around town, short of any you may concoct back in Runestone, barring some unexpected arcane mishaps. In the end, it can be argued that mixing drinks is not too different from brewing a potion. Of course, that is merely on the surface.

Right now, though, you need to go check on your cousin and fetch Thing, leaving the druid and raptoran in the lobby as you get into the lift and push the button.

Once at the top floor, you see the door to your cousin's room open and a few shadows moving inside against the light of the room. Cautiously, as only a mage of your caliber is wont to do, every single spell in your cosmic repertoire is ready to reduce this place to smithereens. Why oh why didn't you bring the other two with you? Maybe Lord Ashford was right:

You need a blade and a bear even when you're going to the toilet- goblins may jump at you anytime, right?

Thankfully, it isn't a cadre of goblin warriors and other fabled monsters in the room.

Kaylin is in bed, resting with the pillows fixed on her back as her left arm has a white bandage around her wrist. Two people- a man and a woman, both wearing white robes and gloves and the insignia of The Healing Church sit by her side as one closes the window, so as to not let a draft inside and Thing, coiled around Kaylin's lap, opens his eyes before leaping towards you.

"That's my cousin, Archmage Camus. I told you I wasn't alone...""

The woman approaches you and bows deeply, sniffing the air around you and stifling a smile.

"Good evening, Archmage Camus. The Golden Mare contacted us regarding your cousin Kaylin's health. She suffered mild food poisoning. Somewhere around town, we suspect.

We have given her a serum using Healing Ministration, administered intravenously. Your cousin will be bright as rain come the morrow. I would suggest she gets ample rest and if she continues to feel uncomfortable, we will gladly take her in. But I don't foresee any further complications.

Have a pleasant evening, Miss Kaylin. Archmage...""

And just like that, both Healing Ministers, as they are known, leave the the same way you got in.

Once gone, Kaylin feels her wrist and straightens the pillows.

"You reek of alcohol, you elven lush... which means the party must've been fun...ughhh! I missed it! So did anyone ask about me? the King??? Give me all the details!"

[aReallyGreatAxe]

As he tries to get some distance on this rapidly healing madman, Ilvan has an idea.

The girl- she knew this smell, knew it meant her parents. A missing mother- and a father, a Hunter who forgets. Beasts everywhere, people joining soon... from a certain standpoint, it almost sounded familiar. Like perhaps a Hunter reliving the Scourge?

If this was true... he might at least be able to slow the man down, or confuse him.

But having ideas doesn't mean he has to stand there and get slaughtered. He keeps tightly to the outside curve of the stairs, before skidding to a stop and digging around in his pockets for that dratted music box.


Because if I never try, I will wonder forever.

Checked my math, 85 total damage dealt/160 HP max = 75 remaining. (well, 72 now thanks to bleed, that applies at the beginning of each turn, yes? I am also aware of the healing belt, but if the box slows him, this prevents more damage.)

Question: it is a move action to retrieve an object. What kind of action is it to open the lid and let the box play? (Or, alternately, wind it; Really depends on how the music box is designed) .

I've included a spoiler for each possible ruling:



1.) Swift action, boots of haste, round 3/10.
2.) Move action, 60' down row 22, should be 10' or 15' from the wall at the end of the stairs. (Let's not let the Father charge.)
3.) Move action, retrieve stored item (music box)






1.) Move action, 30' down row 22, should be 10' from the end of the staircase
2.) Move action, retrieve stored item (music box)
3.) Swift action, play music box





Unlikely, but included for the sake of completeness.

1.) Swift action, boots of haste, round 3/10.
2.) Move action, 60' down row 22, should be 10' or 15' from the wall at the end of the stairs.
3.) Move action, retreive stored item (music box)
4.) Free action, play music box

[Chimaera]

Camus remain talking with the two of them until they're reach the Golden Mare.
"Somewhere outside? Yes. I 'm not originally from Hamalthan, I came from the sea all the way back to Celene", he says and start counting, "That would be a long time ago".

Once at the Mare, Camus leave them waiting on the bart while he goes check on Kaylin. "Good thing you called them, Kaylin. Feeling better?", he ask and nod to each minister as they go, "The party was the usual: open champagne all night. A few gaffes. Ate at the King's table and shared the deluxe cart with him. The SMC will be creating a gargantuan transportation device. They're calling it the Dragon Flight".

"Did you ate anything? I am with two others at the bar. Thought in drinking one or two drinks before going to Runestone. Want to come along and have dinner?"

Calling back Thing back to his side, the elf go back downstairs to join the others for a drink.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: It is not your usual job to attend these events.

But as the carriage takes you to the Golden Mare, you entertain Daun's questions about being a member of The Royal Guard.

Although they protect the City and specially the Crow, your duties extend further than that. When needed, a Royal Guard can enact the duties of a constable and even a judge. These positions aren't really relevant today, since there are at least two churches that oversee that, with St. Cuthbert's being the most relevant in that particular scenario.

Royal Guards are meant to protect against any invading force. Training is paramount. daily, too. Even a raptoran of your rank cannot become complacent when a hidden threat may loom at any corner.

However, this evening has been, aside from the poisonous banter between lords, nothing worthy of the skills you were trained in. King Marcus is already safe and well on his way to The Royal Palace and he gave you the day off tomorrow.

Although not a drinker yourself, Daun and Camus definitely seem like they need one and so, as the carriage stops in front of the Golden Mare, you help Daun off the vehicle and your raptoran ears pick up something...

A very, very distant... howl? Hard to tell with the music and sounds of people drinking and being merry here. It isn't unheard of for animals to wander the City streets after dark- mostly the wild ones from Glenndale Park. After all, many druids are said to stalk the streets in the guise of animals. Perhaps a way to ascertain their urban home away from the tall trees and frond filled ponds.

Camus excises himself and goes up to check on someone as you find a nice dimly lit divan for Daun to sit as the candles flicker on the tables, each made to resemble a tony wax dragon, the wick coming out of its mouth.

A half elven maiden, dressed in black approaches both and bows as she hands you a small black leather menu.

"You must be captain Kalir, of the Royal Guard? We were told his majesty has opened a line of credit for you and your companions. It's on the house- order whatever you desire.""


@Daun: From a metal cart filled with old pompous nobles, to a house of drinking with younger equally pompous ones.

Still, nobody is giving you harsh looks. The Mare is expensive, but not limited to blue bloods. Anyone with the cash can come in and out, as you watch a couple of Healing Church priests leave the Mare, with one carrying a black suitcase in his gloved hand.

And then you over hear one of the patrons, seated with his buddies not too far away from you as they down whiskey like it's nobody's business, but being drunk, they can't help being loud:

I'm telling you, it's true! Those druids have gone crazy! Crazy I tell you!

Yeah... and this was after your fifth drink? Give it a rest, pal!

Morick wouldn't lie to me. I'm thinking of going to see Inquisitor Calchis tomorrow. Then we'll see who's laughing!



@Camus: Kaylin, still in bed, listens to your review of the evening and lets out a sigh as she looks up at the ceiling.

"You sat with the King???? That could've been me! And gaffes, you say..? They weren't from you, I hope. The Quivaris family cannot be misrepresented by your drunken shenanigans. And you say the SMC is building a huge... transportation device? The Dragon's Flight. It's an okay name, I suppose. I bet it must've been glorious. It would've been a lot more glorious had I been there, but oh well...""

And then, upon your invitation to come downstairs and get some drinks and food, your cousin winces and lifts her bandaged wrist.

"Drunk and deaf too? What did the nun say, Camus? What did she say? Ughh... just turn the light off and shut the door. I'm going to bed.""


@Ilven: This mad man is relentless...

Taking on this guy directly will result in your death, but there has to be a way to find a way to overpower him somehow. And then your mind wanders back when you met that little girl. What she said...

Is this guy a Hunter??? The things the child mentioned. The blood keeps seeping from your many wounds, but desperate times call for desperate measures, as you dig your hand into your pocket and draw the music box, winding its ornate brass chain as it opens on its own accord and a sweet lullaby begins to play around Oedon's Tomb, causing the mad man to sniff the air and grits his teeth.


Using the Music Box is a full round action

Round 4

@Ilven: Somethings' happening to this murderer...

He seems in pain, as a loose shot from his blunderbuss fires off into a tree and his legs weaken as he raises his deadly axe and uses it to cover his ears.

Whatever that music box has done, it has left this maniac defenseless... but who knows for how long. At any rate, he isn't attacking you now, pained by the lullaby.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238163)



Father Gascoigne
Ilven

[Taelas]

Man and horse both let out pained roars when the beast slams them into the ground.

Gregory dismisses Galavant back to the celestial planes. At the same time, he tries escaping.

Dismissing Galavant as a free action, then attempting to escape the grapple.
Grapple check: [roll0]

HP: 156/196

[El'the Ellie]

Daun chats with the others for a time. Kalir's comment about the King gives her pause, mostly because she's wildly unsure how to respond. "I mean... I don't know. I think he just asked me to join because he was missing an emissary of Lady Silvarel."

As they leave the cart, Daun pets the horse on the side of the neck. "Thank you for the ride, friend."

Then the topic turns to the smog. Daun nod's, agreeing aggressively. "I know I can be... aggressive about this sort of thing, but yes! I know SMC makes things that makes people's lives more convenient, but there are costs. Glenndale is one of the few nice places to fly over because we fight every day to keep it this way. It used to be like that all around the city. Or, well, so I'm told."

She shrugs "As for me, I've lived in Hamalthan my whole life. It's not for lack of want to travel, I'm sure there's wonders out there. But there's so much to draw me back to Hamalthan." She shrugs. "I don't know. I guess I've never really thought about travelling that much."

As she's getting up for another drink, whisky ginger, she hears some other drunk patrons complaining about the druid community loudly. At first she might have just ignored it: occasionally the residents of Glenndale have to hear those sorts of comments. But bringing up Inquisitor Calchis gives her pause: that could mean trouble if things were actually happening. Daun was still in her formal attire from the gala: maybe they wouldn't recognize her.

She pulls over a chair. "Penny for your thoughts, friend? Or a drink, if you're empty." She says, indicating she'll pay their drink if he shares. "Sound's like there's a lot on your mind."

Not sure if it's required, but diplomacy to help coerce him into talking more: [roll0]

And untrained knowledge Local to see if I know who Morick is: [roll1]

[Chimaera]

"You're acting like a savage, cousin", he says and get up, "And rest asured that the name of the Quivaris would fall on deaf ears there: I'm Archmage Camus Shatris now".

He leave her there to rest, but take a mental note to ask someone to send her some soup or something: she probably didnt eat anything the whole day and wizards (elven to boot) arent known for their inhuman resilience.

Donwstairs, he meet with the others and order for a bottle of wine. An elven made one.

"That smog", he says looking at Kalir and Daun,, "It exist so it makes me uncertain of their abilities and competence to completely remove any polluent from it like they wanted us to believe".

"And although I respect your work, Daun. I find your means to achieve your results a little bit raw: stand before an archmage and you'll be blasted by a Fireball or worse", he says and look around, "He sure isnt an archmage, but that doesnt mean he is harmless".

"Amarille was a fan of yours of sort. She respected and I trust her judgement. Once I get the relatory about those pollutents I'll let you take a view", he says while waiting for his bottle of wine, "If you want it, of course".

[Taelas]

Focusing hard, Gregory begins to chant, taking care to avoid being interrupted by the beast.

Gregory casts hold monster defensively. Assuming it succeeds, the monster needs to make a Will save, DC 25 or be stunned for 13 rounds (with another save each round to end it early).
Concentration check: [roll0]

[Cavir]

"Thank you. These two are with me." Kalir replies to the half elven maiden. He orders a light dish to snack on. He has a magic ring that allows him to go without food as well as get by with little sleep but sharing a meal is good. His mind is still on the howl from outside.

When Daun goes for a drink and starts to make new friends Kalir decides to go outside and check on the noise again. He nods to the archmage. "I'll be back in briefly." Outside he stops and listens then takes to the air. He flies up above the buildings to get a better chance to determine a direction if he hears it again. It was good to stretch his wings again after being stuck inside so long.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan takes this moment of respite to do something about the fact he's bleeding all over the floor.


Oh, that worked even better than anticipated.
1.) standard action: Healing belt, one charge. [roll0]. Should end bleed damage.
EDIT: 11-3 (bleed)=8. 72+8=80/160.
2.) move action: 30' up the stairs.
3.) Swift action: Eternal training, humanoid:human. If he is human, the insight bonus to attack and damage vs. the Father goes from +3->+4. (as insight bonuses do not stack). If he is not human... remains +3 from knowledge(devotion) as that has not ended. (Edited for clarity)

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: That hurt.

But you have trained for years in both the Pelorian and Cuthbertine ways. Your body and soul are a weapon against any and all threats. You can take this…

But not Galavant. Another such attack and your faithful steed will be gone for a very long time. Right now, as you employ both hnads and kneel on one knee while the stone ground below cracks under the imemnse pressure from this beast, you send Brave Galavant away, back to Arcadia, until a new morning shines upon Halmathan…

Tonight, you fight this beast alone.

The immense monster shrieks in anger as you push its massive claw away and intone the words of St. Cuthbert, asking him to compel this beast into utter subm,ission. This will make it easier to slay and…

Wait. Something’s not right.

Your call to The Cudgel was answered. The spell was cast, but it has absolutely no effect on this abomination! Hell, it didn’t even bother to fight off the attack through mental strain!

What are you facing????

Round 2

The beast shrieks in your direction, primal rage burning in its eyes as its massive claw swipes the ground around you in a massive arc, potentially sending you flying back several feet!


29 damage. Reflex DC 29 or Gregory flies back 10 feet and is prone.

And whether you went flying back or not, the beast leaps back several feet away from you and pounds the Great Bridge with its fists shrieking at the top of its lungs as it then holds its head in what can only be interpreted as sheer rage and confusion.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238174)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory








@Ilven: This is your chance!

Who knows if Providence or some Fell Power had you cross paths with this mad man, but the child's gift has given you a much needed breather as the killer snarls in agony and you take the chance to run up the stairs of Oedon's Tomb and turn the dial on your belt, causing a soothing scent to rise around you as the blood on your wounds stops seeping out.

You managed to stave off the worst, but that cut from his axe, your belt cannot fix. Either you lose him, or put this psychopath down for good!

Round 5

It's once you have ran up the stairs and patched your wounds that the music box stops playing and remains with the lid open. You could probably wind it up again, but this killer is fast. As soon as the effect of the lullaby is gone, he rushes through the grave stones and looks up at you, from a fair distance.

And smiling wickedly, he aims his blunderbuss at you, shooting a in a wide range as the pellets ricohet around the stone steps, but a few catch you on the chest.


9 piercing damage

Persistent bastard. What will you do?



Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238175)



Father Gascoigne
Ilven

[Taelas]

Gregory's shock at the creature's imperviousness to his spell is almost immediately broken by a swipe threatening to send him off of his feet. He stands his ground easily.

What is this thing? He had had a further plan of attack if it had resisted the spell, though he had considered that possibility unlikely. Now, however... Clearly this thing is either naturally immune to mental attacks or it is protected magically.

When it jumps back rather than try to continue the attack, Gregory tilts his head. A guardian...? He begins casting another spell, but does not approach the creature, opting instead to mend some of his wounds.

He then draws his mace from the efficient quiver at his side.

Natural 20 on the Reflex save, nice!

Converting heal mount to cure serious wounds spontaneously, healing for [roll0] points of damage.

HP (prior to the spell): 130/196

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Kaylin winces as she feels her bandaged wrist and turns her back on you as she covers herself with the sheets.

"I am not a savage! You may have abandoned the Quivaris name, but not I! When I am admitted to Runestone, I will make History in this City. You just wait and see, Camus Shatris...!

Now I want to sleep. Leave me.""

It;s a flick of the switch and a light close of her door as you walk to the elevator and push the button down to the lobby.

Poor deluded Kaylin. If you were allowed to review her admission- something that will not happen because a heavy case of nepotism would be raised against her- you'd have to agree with theCouncil:

Being a wizard of considerable power. An archmage... that takes more than just being able to wield power at the scale you can. Although you are tied to Kaylin by blood, being a Quivaris, your time in Halmathan and meeting Amarille has made you a Shatris. Your cousin will learn that the path to Ultimate Knowledge is all about the Journey. Runestone will never admit someone like that. That crucial element is something that cannot be taught in a book.

Will she ever grasp it? Time will tell...

And as the elevator opens in the lobby, you head to to the Lounge and join the druid and raptoran. The king has given Kalir an open tab, and who are you to question his Majesty's wishes? The half elf maiden listens to your request and calls a slim young man dressed in black- a sommelier- who shows you a beautiful ceramic bottle with an engraving of a temple intertwined with a tree.

"Alurlyath.

A surprisingly sweet white wine with a slightly nutty aftertaste, this wine has long been considered “The Adventurer’s Wine” due to its origins in the Celene Region. Its wonderful taste and full body are further enhanced for romantic evenings by its prominent silver and green luminescence; it is stored in ceramic bottles and kegs to prevent its light from fading during transport.

The elvish name of the wine means “Best of the Temple.”

The man uncorks the bottle in front of you and serves you a small amount in a large wine glass for your approval.

The scent alone brings back memories from home. You have had Alurlyath before. It's not a cheap wine. A glass alone costs a small fortune and that's back home. You're getting the whole bottle tonight for free, and who says the best things in life aren't of such nature?

As for the SMC and their creations? Potentially hazardous. The Industrial Age Lord Bardak has begun on Halmathan could have repercussions felt for years. Does that mean that Daun's approach was the best? No. Men of Ashford and Skylarios' stature need to be addressed in a different way. They have a lot of influence and the wealth to back it up.

Still, these pollutants can be a problem if unchecked. A single forge produces enough smoke to cover a small area. And that's a run of the mill smithy.

In the SMC's case, we are talking about a thousand forges, at minimum. Working all day and night. This, coupled with arcane power, could be a very big threat in the long run if unchecked. Having said that, they claim that it's safe...

And who would doubt a noble?



@Daun: Was the King hitting on you? Maybe.

It's not the first time a noble has courted you. But given that you were the only druid aboard that metal monster and because of Lady Silvarel's absence, he may have called you to his side so as to check your reaction to Halmathan's newest marvel and perhaps, expects you to act accordingly.

The definition of acting accordingly though... that may vary wildly with what he has in mind and your own beliefs. But what will you do? Barge in with T'nauri into the SMC and wreck the place? You could, probably. And a number of endings may transpire depending on such action.

And as for the SMC and Ashford, for all their wealth and connections... they will answer to you if they turn this City into a junkyard. That's a promise they can take to their expensive mausoleums! Lofty pitch or not.

And as Camus orders a very expensive bottle, you have just begun drinking your Whiskey Ginger. The whole Venom Immunity is a mixed blessing- because alcohol in large amounts can be poisonous, chances are you will savor the taste... but get a nice buzz?

Let it be known that Nature can be fickle and cruel at times.

And then your attention goes to the table closest to yours. Crazy druids? Calchis? That's not good.

Although Cuthbert's High Inquisitor is known locally as The Compassionate Cudgel due to his somewhat lax views on dispensing The Law, the same cannot be said about his subordinates, such as Inquisitor Donovan and worse...

Inquisitor du Vay, Halmathan's Hulking Holy Hierophant. If these news- imagined or not- were to reach Cuthbert's Cathedral...

And so, dressed in your finest attire and jewels, you pull a chair with the gents next to you, who all stand up and give a courteous bow. They aren't savages and know how to greet a fine lady like you...

Also, there's a Royal Guard at your table. Nobody wants to mess with those. And although the name Morrick is not known to you, the man complaining to his mates is glad to have someone show genuine interest as he takes a sip of his drink.

"You can say that again, miss! I had a hunch there were crazies in Glenndale, but today, such ideas have been confirmed. My boy Morrick, he's a... bird watcher. he and his friends were watching birds a few hours ago at the park when they were attacked!

They managed to escape with their lives intact, but I was told that wild beasts leapt upon them. I have seen all manner of animals there, but they described them as feral... more so than usual. My friend used the word... Possessed.""

His friends laugh at his words as the man glares at them and continues.

"It's true! And he says a Forest Hag lead the pack. A creature that sent shivers down their spines. As beastly as the fiends she commanded. I am no druid, but even I know that's bad news!"


@Kalir: Give them a hand...and they'll take the entire arm off.

Judging by the bottle Camus ordered, that's worth a few month's salary for even a Royal Guard. Let's hope they don't go overboard. The King is generous, but he will definitely not like seeing the bill come in a few days.

But for now, you order a nice slider of mini burgers with deer meat and mushroom sauce. You don't need to eat them- your ring takes care of that. But as you take in a few bites, you look out the window towards fog filled Halmathan.

A howl? Those aren't unheard off- dogs howl at night. Hell, all it takes is one to start a howling concerto that may last an hour or more. Still...

You excuse yourself from the table and leave the meal half finished and step outside the Golden Mare and look back at the patrons through the window, especially Daun chatting up with some strangers. Royal Guards are in the Mare, but if they are, that means they are off duty, otherwise, they wouldn't be drinking and they'd be wearing their fully decked armor set, because frankly:

Who spends all day and night in armor? That's just silly. Not to mention incredibly uncomfortable. Fancy crystals or not, as many a young would be hero would immediately contest.

The fog keeps churning around the streets and you spread your black wings and soar upwards.

It feels good to be out of those tunnels and back in your element. Not only is the air very cold, but the fog roiling below amidst the buildings makes it very difficult to see and...

That howl again. No... a shriek? But it sounds so distant. A million miles away and who knows in what direction. Just as it was heard, it's snuffed out.

What you can see- and with incredible difficulty- are a few lights several blocks away from the Golden Mare.

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: This is no ordinary foe.

Either someone cast a spell on this beast or it is naturally immune to your spell. Regardless, it's a threat... it needs to go down!

Standing your ground like a true Paladin, you watch the immense beast leap back and go on a rampage several feet away. Good, it seems somewhat distracted. You need to finish it off quickly, but first...

Calling on Cuthbert's Grace, you wash your body in divine radiance as many of your wounds are healed and immediately draw your mace. Time to go on the offensive here. A few well placed hits ought to do it.

Round 3

The beast looks at its claws and then at you, as you brandish your mace, blessed over the years and lets out a deafening screech as it ambles towards you, using its massive arm as support before its immense shadow envelops you and then stretches both arms wide before bringing them down on you, placing immense pressure as it attempts to lift you way up from the ground!

24 damage plus Improved Grab DC 42

This thing is incredibly tough! How are you going to break off his grip this time? But wait... what's that amongst his fur?

Roll a Spot

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238176)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory

[Cavir]

The noise from afar didn't seem normal. Kalir activated his displacement cloak to save on time later if it was need then flew towards the lights. Flying that far doesn't take long and the different location may help figure out the direction of the noise.

[Chimaera]

Maybe he was too rude to Kaylin, but she have to learn it: she is t the queen of the world and she cant expect to be treated well when she acts like a savage.

He goes dkwn stairs and study the wine.
"This one is an excellent choice", he thanks the sommelier and call back the waiter, "Could you ask someone to deliver a soup for my sick cousin? Her room is the 205", he says and drink a sip from the wine, remembering of home.

Seeing Daun was busy talking with some strangers and that Kalir is off, Camus wonder if he should call it a night and go back to his tower.

He decides to drink another glass before inatead and wait for Kalir to come back.

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: His grip is far stronger than before!

How is a beast like this so freakishly strong?! You have The Cudgel's blessings flowing like a river over your body and soul and they still don't seem enough, as you wriggle and squirm to no avail...

This beast has you trapped in its massive claws and does not plan to let go.

Round 4

The creature pulls you closer to it as it looks at you and shrieks right in your face as he lifts you over its horns and you can see the cracked floor of St. Abaidas Bridge coming to greet you as the immense beast uses you as a human hammer, pummeling the floor several times, each time, the sound of its shrieks and roars gets muddled with the sound of your body cracking several ribs, but something has caught your attention amidst the frenzy:

Why is it...

17 damage

Wearing a...

19 damage


Symbol of St. Cuthbert...?

25 damage

The beast lets go off you and roars towards the sky as it brandishes its menacing claws at you. That symbol is wedged amidst its fur and exposed ribs, cracked and covered in blood as the dust clears and you shake off the excess rubble on your very battered armor.

How to go about this now? Fight this beast or run away?



Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238178)




Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Flying above the Golden Mare and its immediate environs, you try and make out the source of the noise...

But just as it came, it's gone. What does catch your attention are some lights, barely making it through the thick blanket of fog. On nights like these, it isn't unusual for lights to be lit. Lamps around Halmathan serve exactly that purpose, but as you glide down, you can tell that the lights are moving back and forth in an erratic manner and a smell...

Blood and incense.

It's the sound of battle that draws you closer towards the ground when you see the carriage you drove in- it's been overturned to the side of the street and the horse has been killed lying on a pool of its own blood.

The coach man lies a few feet, butchered madly. His top hat strewn around by the wind as several other men lie dead nearby. They aren't wearing armor. In fact, most of them were carrying torches, pitchforks and the odd cutlass, now shattered.

One of them kneels on the ground and loos at a deep wound on its belly before grunting and falling head first on the pavement.

The last man standing wields a torch and a rusted hand axe as a dark figure stands before him and drives its hand cleanly through the man's chest, causing an eruption of blood from its back before it tries to swing at its killer and drops dead at its feet, allowing you to get a better view of the one in charge of this massacre:


https://i.pinimg.com/originals/35/0b/d0/350bd06cb6831b0d34bac3cbd9c0e9fb.jpg

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Over so soon? That's a shame. Still, this music box was a powerful tool... if it kept working.

Ilvan continues up the stairs amid the hail of lead. Hopefully, the madman would give chase.


1.) Free action, boots of speed (round 4/10)
2.) Double move action, 120' up the stairs. Unfortunately, this takes Ilvan off of the revealed map.... should the stairs end, he wants line of sight down them, and a tomb or some surface that the music box can be dropped on without breaking it.

Next round will be spent winding the music box, should the DM wish to use this information to combat the slow nature of Play-by-post. (Especially when a player is drawing out a fight unnecessarily.... Sorry about that.)

[Cavir]

The sight of the bloodbath enrages the raptoran. Not in his city! He embraces Tiger Claw by diving full speed and unleashing blindingly fast attacks with his heavy flail, Thresher.

Swift to change to Punishing Stance. Diving Charge with Pouncing Charge. 40' Flight (Good maneuverability) plus double speed downward should give me more than enough distance. If I was using a piercing weapon that'd be double damage.

Three strikes: first two are normal, third is a trip attack with the flail.

Thresher1: [roll0] crit: (on 16+): [roll1] (Charge, +INT to crit)
damage: [roll2] + [roll3] Electric + [roll4] Stance (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked)
crit: [roll5] + [roll6] Electric + [roll7] Stance (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked) + Prismatic Spray effect rollv]5d8[/rollv]

Thresher2: [roll8] crit: (on 16+): [roll9] (Charge, +INT to crit)
damage: [roll10] + [roll11] Electric + [roll12] Stance (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked)
crit: [roll13] + [roll14] Electric + [roll15] Stance (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked) + Prismatic Spray effect rollv]5d8[/rollv]

Trip: [roll16] (Charging, touch attack) No AoO from using flail.
Str check: [roll17] (+6 Str, +4 Imp Trip, +5 Belt)

If target is tripped, Improved Trip bonus attack:
Thresher: [roll18] crit: (on 16+): [roll19] (Charge, +INT to crit)
damage: [roll20] + [roll21] Electric + [roll22] Stance (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked)
crit: [roll23] + [roll24] Electric + [roll25] Stance (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked) + Prismatic Spray effect rollv]5d8[/rollv]

OOC rolls:
1st attack: Prismatic Spray effect (5d8)[6][5][6][8][6](31)
2nd attack: Prismatic Spray effect (5d8)[7][1][6][8][5](27)
Trip attack: Prismatic Spray effect (5d8)[4][5][2][2][7](20)


http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/prismaticSpray.htm
5d8 rolled in case of an 8 or too many 8s. DC 20 for all.
1 Red 20 points fire damage (Reflex half)
2 Orange 40 points acid damage (Reflex half)
3 Yellow 80 points electricity damage (Reflex half)
4 Green Poison (Kills; Fortitude partial, take 1d6 points of Con damage instead)
5 Blue Turned to stone (Fortitude negates)
6 Indigo Insane, as insanity spell (Will negates)
7 Violet Sent to another plane (Will negates)
8 Struck by two rays; roll twice more, ignoring any “8” results.

Effects:
DR 3/-
Displacement 20%
+5 STR checks
+4 saves vs fear
Immune to blinded or dazzled
Low Light vision: 2x human
Punishing Stance: +1d6 damage, -2AC

Battle Clarity: INT to Reflex saves (not flat-footed)
Uncany Dodge: Retain Dex when flat-footed or vs invisible enemy
Improved Uncany Dodge: Can't be flanked (like Barbarian)
Battle Ardor +INT to confirm crits
Battle Cunning: +INT damage vs flat-footed or flanked
Battle Skill: +INT to oppose bull rush, feint, overrun, sunder or trip attempt

HP: 238/238
AC: 17 FF: 13 Touch: 10 (-2 charge, -2 stance)

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Such nice little melody... and now it's gone.

This madman isn't letting you get off that easy, though- you have wandered into his killing grounds and in so doing, become his prey. But you aren't about to give in to the night as easily as those bodies chopped below.

Even though you've been shot, twice, you need to gain distance from this guy and so, thank the many magical purchases made in years past as your boots take you at incredible speeds to a higher area within Oedon's Tomb.

There are several old angel statues further up ahead, as decor for this hallowed ground. Their faces covered in hoods and moss that has grown on top. Their hands seem to have the gesture of prayer and heavy chains have been thrown around them. You should be able to jump down to a mausoleum's rooftop from where you are... assuming you can get there in time.

Round 6

And then, the madman looks up at you through his old bandages and grins maniacally as he darts up the steps.

Now, you may be fast, thanks to your boots... but this man, bereft of any seemingly powerful items sans his axe and blunderbuss scrapes the Hallowed ground with his menacing blade and darts at top speed up the stairs with such speed, that he actually darts a few feet past you and skids on the ground, using his axe as an anchor as he exhales more of that cold breath.

Being too close for comfort and within his malevolent aura, you begin winding the music box for a second time...


Round 7

Just like before, the lullaby from the tiny music box has left this madman unable to focus on the task at hand- ending your life.

But where to go from here? He seems very fast. Having said that, you have injured him rather well with your initial arrow volley.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238180)


Father Gascoigne
Ilven



@Kalir: A massacre like this... NOT ON YOUR WATCH!

And although King Marcus highly recommended you with Daun regarding security tonight, these poor souls and even the horse butchered like this cannot be overlooked. Neither can the killer, as you fly towards him and proceed to pummel the beaked psychopath with a ferocity even Lord Ashford would have trouble disbelieving.

Such is the force of the impact, that the assassin is thrown back several feet as it performs an agile somersault mid air and lands on one knee on the cold bloody ground as it looks at its many wounds and gets up, facing you as its cape, as black as the night it conjured him from, ruffles a bit and those dead eyes on the mask focus on you, as it speaks in a woman's voice:

"So... even the Royal Guard has fallen to Bloodlust? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. I have marks left before this Dream ends, but putting you down now has become a priority.

Come then, disciple of Ludwig! Another beast that shall be put down.. send my regards to the Old Helguard.""

The woman gives you a bow and shakes off her cape.

"I will make it quick...""

Normally, an assault like that would have left anyone dead. Hell, she should have been hit so hard, she shouldn't even be here. Although blood trickles down her cape and onto the floor, she is not backing down from this fight. This was begun...and it has to end.

Round 1

The woman adopts a slight stance, turning her body to face you at three quarters amidst the corpses on the street and beckons with a black gloved hand, covered in fresh blood from her victims.

"Try that again on me, little boy..."

She clearly has the advantage. But instead of rushing in, she's leaving herself wide open...

The Crow
Kalir

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: The raptoran is gone...

Maybe he got called back to the Royal Palace? Who knows, but although Kaylin was a royal she dog earlier, she is family. And so, you ask the hotel to send her a bowl of soup. She needs to get her strength back.

You? You have a very expensive bottle of wine sitting in front of you and a real tragedy would it be indeed if it was left full, as you pour yourself another glass and the sommelier smiles and bows.

"I am glad you like it, sir. We don't get this wine very often. It is the King's favorite. Soup will be sent to Lady Quivaris. Enjoy...""

Daun is talking it up with some mundanes in the table next to you, but where's your security? You could always just fly back, but seven glasses of champagne and elven wine...? You wouldn't want a crash landing against The Tower of Magi, now would you?

Kalir must be flying around outside... or some such. he should be back soon:

He is Daun's security for the remaining of this evening, after all.

[Taelas]

Gregory grits his teeth before launching into another spell, one that might give him a bit more time -- if the creature is not so strong willed that it resists the effect.

He then draws his shield.

Gregory casts sanctuary on himself; the creature must make a DC 20 Will save to attack.

HP: 66/196

[Cavir]

The creature survived the assault and held ground. Impressive. No ordinary opponent. A better look now. Dressed as a crow? The Crow? The Hunter? By Kord an interesting challenge but the king and the city will want answers just as he did.

Kalir speaks firmly and loudly. "You mistake bloodlust with fury. I am in control of my actions. Look the results of your bloodlust. Innocent blood spilt. In the name of the King stand down and answer to His Majesty!"

Sergeant Maxil can worry about paladin style head-on fighting. Part of Kalir's value to the Royal Guard was his ability to think and act differently while still being loyal. She wanted him dead so he doubted running away would be on her mind.

Suddenly, the raptoran disappeared.

Free: Speak.
Standard: Activate Ring of Invisibility.
Swift: Change stance to Hearing the Air.
Move: Fad back flying diagonally to end up 10' up, 10' back, and 10' left from where I was. Not clear how far back she moved away, if it matters. Tumble at full speed if it matters.

Do I notice any weapons, armor, or gear on her beside the mask and glove?

Martial Lore check to see if she is making use of the Sublime Way. roll]1d20+8[/roll]
Sense Motive [roll0]
Move Silently [roll1]
Spot [roll2]
Tumble DC 25 [roll3]

[El'the Ellie]

"Huh..." Which is about all she can confidently say. "Your buddy Morrick, is he ok? Mind if I find him and ask a couple questions? I have a friend who works in Glenndale a lot so I might actually be able to figure out what's going on. And I can heal people, so if he's hurt I can help."

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: Huh, indeed...

Glenndale is usually a safe place. The druid community makes sure that any wild beasts are relatively tame when visitors come over, which is a daily affair. Are there druids that may not like visitors? Absolutely- some have clung to the old ways and resent the encroachment of society and urbanization- but those are, at best, solitary individuals.

Even they would know better than to openly attack people. That would incite retaliation from the authorities as a whole. Never mind the Ehlonnian Church, which condemns this kind of behavior.

The man finishes his drink and puts some coins on the table as he gets up and tips his hat to you.

"He's fine now, miss. That attack took place hours ago. He's all patched up now. If you give me your name, I can have him look you up at Glenndale. Or that friend of yours. Have a good night.""

And whether you give him the information or not, the man walks out of The Golden Mare with his friends.


@Gregory: This is becoming a one sided fight.

You need to go on the offensive if you have any chance to bring this beast down. Each strike from it is one less chance at survival for you and so, trusting in the faith of Cuthbert and hold on to your holy symbol as the emblem of the Cudgel appears at your feet, glowing faintly in a green aura as you look up at the menace and draw your shield, expecting the worst...

Round 5

The beast shrieks in hellish anger and brings all its might upon you. Enough strength to break you and the bridge both stand on...

And as you close your eyes, expecting the end, you open one eye and look around you:

Cuthbert has answered your prayers this time! The Sanctuary spell lives up to its name as the beast's claws bounce off your holy aura as it watches in dumbfound confusion and roars in your direction.



Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238193)


Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory


@Kalir: That attire... is that The Crow?!

You have heard tales of The Crow. Back during the days of The Scourge, when Hunters roamed Halmathan and took to a grisly line of work. Amongst them, The Crow is said to have been the apex predator. Even those tasked with dealing with The Scourge are said to have fallen to it and it was The Crow who dealt with them.

Some would say she was a Hunter of Hunters.

The strength and skill of a Hunter is not known- their numbers and tactics were purposefully left secret, since the Powers that Be did not intend for them to become a militarized force and were disbanded just as quickly as they were formed.

But none of that matters now. This woman has murdered good folk in cold blood. She is going to answer for her crimes either to the King or to Thresher, as you call out her vile deeds and The Crow looks at the dead on the street, but says nothing.

You and her already said what had to be said. As for what she's wearing? A crow's mask, obviously. A wide brimmed hat and a black feathered cloak that covers her entire body, simulating the corvid she is named after. No flashy items of power to adorn her, which means she is severely unprepared for a fight against you.

And taking advantage of that, you leap back several feet into the air and activate your trusted ring, which no man can ever see through, while honing your senses to discern the unseen as The Crow stays put on the street.

Maybe she's afraid of engaging you?


Round 2

Unseen and locking eyes with your foe on the ground, you watch The Crow take a single step forward before her entire body turns into a swarm of crows that caw and fly around you, blocking line of sight, but you should still be able to sense her and...


No. Where is she? These crows are a nuisance and aren't really pecking at you. They can't negate your training in The Sublime Way. Nobody can and...

It's a sudden sharp pain on your back as a lightning fast blade cuts down your back with tremendous speed and finesse as copious amounts of blood drop on the street and The Crow lands about ten feet away from you, concealing her gloved hand into her cape, her back turned to you.

You did not even sense her approaching! How is that possible...?

56 damage plus 1 damage from bleeding. This extra bleeding damage can be patched with a cure spell or the Heal Skill, whatever's appropriate. Do not apply DR against this attack.

The Crow
Kalir

[El'the Ellie]

She nods. "Ask for Daun Tersetti, or Eari Blackroot."

She heads away deep in thought. When she gets to the table she says to Camus, "I'm going to head back to Glenndale. Something is up and I hope it's nothing, but I'll should let my friends know anyway. By the way, where did Kalir go?"

After he answers, Daun leaves the Mare and wildshapes once again onto the form of a raven in a shower of dark violet flower petals. With a couple flaps she takes to the skies. She heads back to Glenndale in no particular hurry, keeping her eyes and ears open for anything out of the ordinary.

I decided that a flower/plant aesthetic will accompany Daun's abilities. As a side note, I'm not trying to metagame so if she doesn't see or hear any of the fights no worries about that. We heard a weird howling, and now there's rumors of Hags in Glenndale so she's a bit on edge.

[Cavir]

Kalir

She had surprised him like he had surprised her. He didn't sense her when she approached. Some magic trick? He had plenty of hard training to rely on. Invisible, he drops down to the road then uses the combination of his wings and powerful legs to jump over the Crow. As he was coming down for the second landing he slams Thresher into her. The attack makes him visible again.

"Cease or the city will hunt you and the rest of the Hunters, spitting in disgust with any thought of you, despite the good you did in the past."

Still invisible.
Move: Straight down to land 10' away from her.
Standard: Swooping Dragon Strike (TC7) using Tumble to avoid AoOs if needed (if she can see invisible?).

The wording (ToB p89) isn't exactly the clearest and I should have asked for clarification earlier but just let me know of any interpretations.
Q1: Make a Jump check. "The result of this Jump check must be sufficient to allow you to move through an opponent’s space and over her." The through and over is weird, would expect one or the other.
Q2: I'm invisible so foe loses Dex bonus to AC. Is this counted as flat-footed so as to trigger warblade Battle Cunning?
Q3: Silly idea but just in case: Could I initiate the maneuver while in the air and not have to land first to jump in the current scenario?

Jump (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/skills/jump.htm) check: [roll0] I'm 10' away. If I have to jump over her it's DC 40 (20 (to get high enough) doubled for not moving 20' first)
Land next to her on the near side and get a standard attack: Trip attempt while still invisible.
Touch attack: [roll1]
STR check: [roll2] (+6 Str, +4 Imp Trip, +5 Belt)

If trip successful: Improved Trip attack:
Thresher: [roll3] crit: (on 16+): [roll4] (+INT to crit)
damage: [roll5] + [roll6] Electric (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked)
crit: [roll7] + [roll8] Electric (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked) + Prismatic Spray effect [roll9]

1) No AoO for maneuver movement.
2) Foe loses Dex bonus to AC for this attack (I'm invisible anyway?).
3) +10d6 damage
4) Fort DC (Jump check) or stunned for 1 round.

Thresher: [roll10] crit: (on 16+): [roll11] (+INT to crit)
damage: [roll12] + [roll13] Electric +10d6 Strike (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked) (EDIT: +35 damage from Strike)
crit: [roll14] + [roll15] Electric +10d6 Strike (+INT=3 if flat-footed or flanked) + Prismatic Spray effect [roll16]



Wall of Blades is readied and Displacement is on.

Effects:
DR 3/-
Displacement 20%
+5 STR checks
+4 saves vs fear
Immune to blinded or dazzled
Low Light vision: 2x human
Hearing the Air: Blindsense 30' and +5 Listen

Battle Clarity: INT to Reflex saves (not flat-footed)
Uncany Dodge: Retain Dex when flat-footed or vs invisible enemy
Improved Uncany Dodge: Can't be flanked (like Barbarian)
Battle Ardor +INT to confirm crits
Battle Cunning: +INT damage vs flat-footed or flanked
Battle Skill: +INT to oppose bull rush, feint, overrun, sunder or trip attempt

HP: 181/238
AC: 21 FF: 17 Touch: 14



http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/prismaticSpray.htm
5d8 rolled in case of an 8 or too many 8s. DC 20 for all.
1 Red 20 points fire damage (Reflex half)
2 Orange 40 points acid damage (Reflex half)
3 Yellow 80 points electricity damage (Reflex half)
4 Green Poison (Kills; Fortitude partial, take 1d6 points of Con damage instead)
5 Blue Turned to stone (Fortitude negates)
6 Indigo Insane, as insanity spell (Will negates)
7 Violet Sent to another plane (Will negates)
8 Struck by two rays; roll twice more, ignoring any “8” results.

[Chimaera]

When Daun come back to the table, Camus just shrug at her question.
"He said he was going to be back soon, but has been a while and...", he was saying when she decide to go to her place, "Do you want company? I can escort you back to Glendale before teleporting back home. The king did asked not to roam alone tonight", he offer her, pocketing the bottle for later, "Also we should leave a note or message for Kalir, should he come back and find none of us here. After all, he was tasked in keeping you safe tonight".

He call a waiter and ask him to let the raptoran guard know that he was going to escort her to Glendale, since he was taking too long. Outside the Golden Mare, if she accept his offer, he take to the skies alongside her in wild shape.

If she rejects, he just look to Thing and shrugs, entering the Mare once again and letting the waiter to nevermind the message, as he once again sit and ask for some dinner so he can keep on drinking.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun shrugs. "Don't worry, I'm certainly capable getting back home myself. Unlike the other women at the event I'm not too worried about the dangers of the city. But if you'd like to come you're certainly welcome.

Always better to fly with a friend."

She says the last part after she morphs into a raven, her pearl of speech allowing her to talk albeit in a more harsh, parrot-like voice.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

That's... too fast. Ilvan can't run forever, the boots are not an infinite resource. While the music box had undoubtedly saved his skin, there was no time to put it away, so it clatters to the ground as he fires just once and ducks back around the stairs.




(Suffice to say I've thoroughly learned my lesson about remembering to prepare maneuvers, should Ilvan survive for another combat. Would've been very helpful.)

1.) Free action: drop music box, because a two handed weapon has disadvantages.
2.) Free action: boots of haste, round 5/10
3.)Standard action: shoot Father Gascoigne, silver arrow because hey, seemed to work last time.
Attack: EDIT: should be 33 total, math error.
Critical confirmation: [roll1]
damage: [roll] 1d8+1d6+6

EDIT: fixed in OoC, 14nonlethal, 4 acid. Edit to edit: math on all-nighters, yay. +1 haste, +1 magic, +1 competence, +4 insight, +6 deadeye, +1pbs, -2 fear aura= +12, not +6.
Actual total: 20 non lethal, 4 acid .

4.) Move action: to E14, seeking cover seems good.

[Chimaera]

"If you dont mind", he says and fly beside the raven, "It has been a while since I last went flying around as I'm usually busy at Runestone. And truth be told: I'm not very eager to return there yet... Maybe some fresh air will help me think better on some matters that are bothering me".

The elf gaze at the stars as he flies, some of which he knew the name from his studies.

"What would you name a weasel?", he ask her out of the blue, his thoughts on Thing, which was secure on one of his many pockets.

[Taelas]

Gregory lets out a slight sigh of relief. Moving quickly, he pulls a tiny object from his haversack. It is a sapphire lens in a golden loop. Using the lens as a focus, he casts another spell, attempting to ascertain precisely what kind of magic that has created this monstrosity.

Gregory casts analyze dweomer.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: That wound in your back is bleeding non stop.

This bastard managed to surprise you...ok. Two can play at that game, as you bring Thresher down with incredible force and The Crow simply ducks a second before impact as it watches you smash the pavement.

"For a Raptoran, you behave very much like a beast, little boy. Foaming at the jowls and charging in. Blood up your nostrils, clogging your mind. You expect anyone to sit down and speak to you amidst wild swings? Has the Royal Guard fallen so low? In hindsight, this ought to come as no surprise, really...

A thankless and horrific job it is indeed, little boy. Curse those who placed you in this path. You shall awaken from this Nightmare very soon, though. Your suffering ends tonight."

Round 3

Being close to The Crow, the swarm of her corvids caw and fly towards her cape, becoming a part of it as she takes out a beautiful sharp blade, with a curved handle. The blade isn't nearly as big as Thresher. A quick weapon, meant to dispatch foes in a rush, so as to move on to the next one.

With a snap, The Crow turns the handle of the blade and it separates into a pair of kukris, which glow with a purple aura as she slices not once, but twice, cutting you good in an X shape upon your chest, despite your displacement effect, which she clearly has no problem circumventing, given that she attacked you before and you were invisible.


34 damage plus 1 damage from bleeding.


28 damage plus 1 damage from bleeding.

Those were precise cuts. The Crow knows where to hit and it shows, as more of your raptoran blood spills on the ground and splatters on her mask. Perhaps if you swing Thresher one more time...

The Crow
Kalir



@Ilven: Where is this guy getting such speed?!

He acts like a man possessed. You need to get as far away from him as possible. The music box has proven to be of help... somewhat. But can you trust on such small trinket to save your skin?

No. No you can't.

This little toy has served its purpose, as you drop it on the ground and run back down the stairs, attempting to get into cover as you fire a single arrow at the mad man, striking him in the chest.

Unlike your previous shots, acid isn't really corroding him this time, though. The arrow hit its mark, but this guy seems hardy as hell- it may take your entire quiver to knock him out cold.


Round 8

And then, with the box left behind and a new wound on his chest, the man puts away his Blunderbuss and sniffs the air as he grabs the handle of his axe with both hands and begins turning something.

"What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick.... hehehehhehehehheee...HAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAAAAAAA!!! !!"

What used to be a hand axe, has now been turned into a halberd, as the madman expertly turns the handle and this one extends, gaining not only size- even as a halberd, it would be too unwieldy for a man your size and his- but also considerable reach.

The good news? He's not shooting at you.

The bad news? He doesn't need to anymore. That halberd of his has reach beyond that of a regular one. The fact he's effortlessly holding it with both hands as he descends the stairs attests to it.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238198)



Father Gascoigne
Ilven

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: This ought to buy you some time...over a minute to learn how to deal with this beast.

No matter how strong and brutal it is, Cuthbert's power is always stronger. Knowledge is key, and although a more reasonable mind might choose to elope, you draw out very expensive lens made of sapphire and put them on, chanting the words of power and take a look at this thing that is clearly intent on ending your life. Something this big had to be seen by someone in a City like Halmathan. It just leapt onto the Great Bridge and began its relentless assault. No... there has to be a reason behind its presence here.

Maybe that bomber mage? Who knows what Runestone works on in that Tower of theirs. Wizards are known for holding grudges, after all. And theirs are not to be taken lightly.

And as the beast roars and shrieks in your face, you look up at him and a small crack appears on the lens. It's not useless or broken. You may try using it again at some other time, but the following information is revealed to you:

This beast has no magic cast upon it. No wizard was involved in its creation. No wizard you know would be able to get around this spell. No... there is something else afoot. Something sinister and very dangerous. Where did this beast come from and why? That is something even a Divination as powerful as yours cannot discern.

What you do know is that it's a threat. A very real and dangerous one. Even if you are warded for the time being, who knows if this thing will focus its attention elsewhere. The amount of destruction it could bring upon the City would be disastrous.

Round 6

It's that gigantic swipe again...

This beast fails to realize that St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel has your back now. Whereas before, you may have been sent flying, this time its his own damn claw that bounces off your body, sheltered by the Heavens as it recoils in confusion and leaps at least fifty feet back, clawing at the bridge and going into a wild beastly frenzy again.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238199)


Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory


@Daun: The man nods and tips his hat.

"Daun and Eari. Got it. Thank you and be safe, miss...""

Kalir isn't coming back and Camus the Archmage is sure enjoying the King's tab. However, you've had enough drinking tonight. Time to go check Glenndale park. if what that man said is true, there's a hag on the loose...

A hag? Even that sounds ludicrous to you. Glenndale's druids are fierce and staunch protectors of the land and those that reside in it. If such a creature is indeed prowling the park, it won't take long before it's brutally killed by the many druids residing their and the Ehlonnian priesthood, which share some of your Natural Blessings.

And although it's dark and past midnight, you may still find someone to talk to in the woods. some druids, used to wild shaping all day long, eventually take on their animal persona. And since many choose nocturnal predators, it isn't uncommon to find them awake after sun down.

Leaving the Golden Mare, you look at the deserted streets, with that roiling fog and not a single carriage in sight, or pedestrians for that matter.

And although you reassure Camus that you;re a big girl and can take care of yourself, a flying partner would be most welcome... yes. Flying solo tonight doesn't seem like a good idea as the power latent in you from years of training in Glenndale's untarnished lands answers your call and immediately your size reduces significantly amid a silent shower of violet petals, turning auburn hair into pitch black feathers, concealing jewelry and turning your hands into adept wings and feet into tiny yet deadly claws as you fly off towards the fog filled sky and beyond it towards your bucolic home.

Still, even when flying above the deserted fog filled streets, you can tell something's not right. Is it connected to tonight's earlier events? Not necessarily. Forest Hags are the kind of things Lord Ashford would chalk up to "fairy tales". Something his precious science cannot explain and thus, does not exist according to him.


@Camus: Like any self respecting wizard of your caliber... you pocket the expensive bottle and take it out of the Mare, amidst the glare of the sommelier.

It's not customary to do that. especially when you've been given unlimited credit, but what are they going to tell you? These people value their lives, after all.

And besides, you're an Archmage. You can get away with everything!

What isn't that easy is navigating beside Daun as you fly, losing altitude one second, only to swim back up the next as you hit a few cold weathervanes and swear this is the last time you're flying drunk... probably.

The moon shines exceptionally bright tonight above the City. Pity those below cannot see it on account of the fog, but the stars are up there:

The constellation Boötes.

The star cluster Hyades.

The constellation of Orion and its famous belt.

The star cluster Pleiades.

Sirius, the Dog Star, seen far brighter than the others.

And Ursa Major, a constellation associated with guidance and nurture.

Being so far up and above the sea of fog, you can only see the top of the high rises and steeples that dot the City. Glenndale should not be too far away and you ask Daun, even in raven form, if she had any ideas of what to name a weasel. being a druid, she must've seen those a plenty back in the park. And although you may still be a tad bitter with Griswold, he did make some sort of a point in naming your familiar who is an extension of you.


@Daun & Camus: The dark tall trees of Glenndale can already be sene as you begin your descent when that horrific howl can be heard again, much louder than before. Not coming from the park, but elsewhere in the City.

For Daun, who knows animals, this does not belong to any she';d know. suspicions had been running rampant before, but now it's clear:

Something is out there in the night. And judging by the sound... it doesn't seem friendly.

[Taelas]

Gregory calmly observes the beast, now secure in the knowledge that it could not break through the barrier for its duration. Another minute, certainly. Maybe a little longer.

He frowns as he realizes the creature is not created by magic. With a shake of his head, he begins casting another spell, this one to call creatures to his aid. He attempts to summon several lantern archons. Whether there is only one or several, he instructs one to teleport to the Cathedral and to request reinforcements at the St. Abaidas Bridge, by the order of Inquisitor Gregory du Vay, and to give a description of the monster he is currently facing. Any remaining ones, if any, he instructs to distract the beast, not to come within its reach, but hover just out of reach and take shots at it.

He then sets out to cure his wounds and prepare to take down the beast.

Gregory casts summon monster V, to summon 1d3 lantern archons from the 4th-level list. Once that is done, he gives the instructions, then intends to spend the remaining rounds within his sanctuary as follows: convert restoration to cure critical wounds, convert holy sword to cure critical wounds, and casting detect thoughts to try and glean anything from the beast's mind. Then he casts extended holy sword. After that, he will break the sanctuary by attacking it with a destruction spell. Of course if the creature runs off, he doesn't go through with the rest.

Summons: [roll0]

Not sure these will be relevant, but might as well include them:

Cure critical wounds: 1st: [roll1]; 2nd: [roll2]
Destruction damage (if the creature succeeds on its Fort save against DC 26): [roll3]

HP (prior to healing): 66/196

[Chimaera]

As the sommelier glance at him for taking the bottle for the travel, Camus just look back and leave. He asked for a bottle, not for just a glass. He paid for it, after all and... Well, the King did and not a small amount.

Also, he could use some wine after this night and all the glight is over.

Flying over the mist ridden city with a raven and the stars as company. The cold air did calm his soul and after some thought he decides he'll take Griswold as drinking buddy tonight or tomorrow. His train of thought is disrupted by the howling. Weird.

"I'm usually far away in my tower so I dont know, are those howlings usual?", he ask Daun as be take a glance down there.

[El'the Ellie]

The question is odd, but Daun ponders good names for weasels. "Hmmm... Good name for a weasel. I guess it depends on what he's like. Sometimes people like to name their companions after real things. Maybe Briar, Quill. For some reason I like the name Champagne: it might make sense if he's that color. Others like to remember people or places by naming their new friends after them. You're an archmage: perhaps some element of arcanum has a enjoyable ring to it?"

On their flight, a bad feeling wells up in Daun as she hears the unnatural howl. "No, they're not. *Squack* And they're not friendly either."

Home was so close, but it would have to wait. Protecting Hamalthan meant from the monsters in the night just as much as the people during the day. She turned sharply in the air and headed towards the noise. As she flies she begins to change, as various buffs take affect.

Daun will cast spells in the following order:

Freedom of Movement
Death Ward
Babau Slime

Then, once she's within about 5 rounds of whatever is making the noise (or as close as she can tell), she'll cast:
Poison Thorns
Superior Magic Fang
Bite of the Werebear

I don't know how far away she is, or how far behind the fight we are. In the event she could actually get into the fight sooner than the 6 rounds she needs to cast the buffs, she'll cast them in this order:

Poison Thorns
Bite of the Werebear
Superior Magic Fang
Freedom of Movement
Death Ward
Babau Slime

So for instance if she could reach the fight in just four rounds, I'd like to have cast only
Poison Thorns
Bite of the Werebear
Superior Magic Fang
Freedom of Movement

I'll mark spells cast off on my sheet once I know which ones were cast.

[Chimaera]

"Champagne, huh?", he wonders for a moment, "I'll think about it later. For now it will remain being Thing".

When the lady turned raven speed towards the howlings, Camus frown and shout to her.
"Come back! I can teleport us there", he says offering her a purple gloved hand while he calculated the angle and distance toward the source of the howling.

Offering his hand and readying to Teleport as close as he can to the place they pinpointed the howling

[El'the Ellie]

Daun blinks, and wheels around in the air back towards Camus. "Oh, huh. Yeah I suppose that would be quicker."

She alights on the archmage's arm, ready to teleport when he is.

"I don't suppose you have any protective spells you want to cast first?"

[Chimaera]

"I never leave home without them", he reassures the druid before thinking again, "Maybe just one", he makes an ample gesture with his arms, opening them before him as a circle made of silver light surround his feet and several runes inscribe themselves around it in many smaller concentric ones.


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"Now I'm ready", he says and cast Teleport.

Magic Circle Against Evil on self

Using Belt of the Wide Earth and burning Break Enchantment for it.

[El'the Ellie]

While Camus casts an abjuration and teleports them, Daun invokes the powers of nature, to make herself free from any dangerous snares and a powerful necromancy spell to shield her from the most powerful of killing spells, momentarily becoming enwrapped in thorny roses before they wilt away, revealing her new form.

Ok, if Camus is taking 2 standard actions (circle of protection from evil and teleport) Daun will use her two to cast Freedom of movement and Death Ward. Sorry for all the confusion :smalltongue:

[Cavir]

"You claim I'm the one with bloodlust? We are both skilled warriors. We've both spilled each other's blood. You know I'm in position to give you another beating like before."

The raptoran jumps back out of melee with a flap of his wings.

"Prove you aren't the raging beast. Lower your weapons and talk. You claim those killings are for the good of the city? That driver was on his way home to his family."

Move: Jump action back with tumble to avoid AoO.
Swift+Std: Recover maneuvers
Jump [roll0]
Tumble at full speed DC 25 [roll1]

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: At least he won't be able to hurt you... for now.

Within the confines of safe Sanctuary, you ask St. Cuthbert to send in his mightiest Champions. Beings of unrivaled power in the Multiverse that would even give the gods pause as the you close your eyes and await their pious answer amidst the shrieks of that beast.

Round 7

The creature brings down both his arms onto the ground, causing the entire bridge to shake as you nearly lose concentration of your spell. If this continues, The Great Bridge will come tumbling down with you on it.

Thankfully, The Champions have arrived, as two motes of golden light take shape:


https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pathfinder/images/6/63/Lantern_archon.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090722062140

Lantern Archons. Not the kind you'll find in Arcadia, these celestials are native to The Seven Heavens, home to the almighty Hebdomad. Small, but very fast, they should be able to bring down that creature or at least buy you some time as one of your prayers for the day washes into your soul like a cleansing light.


Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238299)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory & Lantern Archons x2*

*A reminder that summons may act on the round they pop in, which is the current one. Gregory would have used this round to convert restoration into CCW, ending his actions. However, the summons can act.

Here's the archon for reference (https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Lantern_Archon)





@Daun: Even at top speed tonight, who knows if you can pinpoint that howl's exact location.

Halmathan is huge and even as a raven, it won't be a speedy flight through the sprawling gothic metropolis. However...

There's Camus Shatris, the Runestone Archmage. All the elf has to do is wish it so and you can be at your desired spot. Such is the power a wizard wields. You wield such power too and although there may not be a reason to warrant specific spells... why not?

Cawing at the night, you cause vines to grow around your black feathers that immediately wilt and are absorbed into your form as the sigil of a fish in white light appears on your left wing before fading away.

Perching yourself on Camus' shoulder, you look around at the immense City, shrouded in fog.

Time to go get some!


@Camus: Champagne?

Why name a weasel Champagne. You can't drink a weasel. I mean, you can if you use the right incantations, but who would do that? For now, Thing shall remain just that.

As for that howl... you got this. No matter how fast Daun may fly as a raven, a wizard is always faster. If there's trouble afoot, an Abjurer of your caliber must be aptly protected and so, while still flying, you draw the arcane sigils around you, making sure the druid is likewise protected.

Now, for the real trick...

The howl could've come from anywhere, but you're a wizard, Harry! You don't need a freaking compass, as a smile of triumph draws upon your face and you tug at your belt, causing the air around you to shake and rumble as reality is unmade for you, bending to your arcane will, that no one would ever dare question...


....


....


....

Wait. Why does do you taste salt? It is mid spell that you are reminded of one of your earlier courses at Runestone, on the matter of casting spells:

... and remember class- for as mighty as our minds are, they are too beholden to the same frailties as those shared by the common mind. Never attempt to cast a spell while under the influence of an intoxicant. The results could prove disastrous not only to the caster, but those around him. Commit this to heart and... Mister Quivaris, are you drunk in my classroom????


@Daun & Camus: It's a mighty splash, followed by another and then another as both of you look around:


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Oh... it's the ocean. Drenched and with Camus waddling about in his finest robes, Thing scampers up on the elf's head and slaps him on the forehead, clearly not amused at being thrown out at sea.

Well, at least it's a nice night. Full moon... but where's Halmathan?

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: if she wants a death match, she got one.

It will take more than a few fancy tricks to bring you and Thresher down as your wings propel you back a few feet and aim your weapon at The Crow, who hides her blades beneath her feathered cape and looks at you.

"One of us certainly is.

You attacked me without provocation, little boy. A lucky swing, for sure. Blood has been spilled in these streets before and it's happening again. As for me raging? Wrong. Perhaps the good king should evaluate his potential recruits himself before honoring them with such lofty position...hehehehehehee."

The Crow looks at the overturned carriage and then back at you.

"I got here too late for that. As for my weapons, I am not holding any now and you are. You said you were going to give me a beating like before?""

Round 4

The Crow assumes the same stance as before and merely shows extends her gloved hand, beckoning you forward.

"Try that again...""

The Crow
Kalir

[Chimaera]

Camus finish chanting the in cantation when he feel the cold of the salty water. The ocean? Why did he appeared there.

Fetching Thing from his head, he float up and lookf for Daun.
"I guess there is something far more sinister in this night to be able to mess with my Teleport spell...", he says to her, knowing full well there is a small chance of the spell get misdirected, but no really interested in letting her know he failed.

"Let's try again", he says and offer his hand again for her to perch in.

Burning Sending for a second Teleport. Trying to go for a more known location lose to where we believe the howl came from

[El'the Ellie]

Daun flails around in the water for a little bit: Raven's aren't built for ocean swims.

She clambers up onto Camus's shoulder and fixes him with a raven's glare, but takes that moment to further cast spells.

Bite of the Werebear

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Yes... something sinister is afoot, alright.

Still waddling in the ocean, you spit some salt water as the waves hit your face. Thankfully, Griswold and the council will not become aware of this little mishap.

Archmages don't make mistakes, after all and Daun is a druid- she will never be able to master Cosmic Power the way you and only you can. She'll believe it.

Tucking a wet sloppy and highly irritated Thing back into your mage robes, you stretch out your arm for an equally wet raven Daun to nearly peck your eye out and focus on the closest place that would be familiar to both as the ocean water around you begins to churn like a whirlpool and unmake itself...

And then both, utterly drenched and smelling of the ocean, appear at the gates of Glenndale Park. Needless to say, it's freezing. You just too a dip at sea and back to a fog filled City? It's cold.


@Daun: Wizards...

Not one to waste time, yet another mighty spell envelops your raven self, granting you insurmountable strength as you dig your claws just a little deeper into Camus' shoulder and the wizard does his wizarding, taking you back to Glenndale Park.

Back at the beginning and drenched... but where to go from here?

[Cavir]

Kalir

The Crow held her ground. Maybe there was a chance to get answers. He was in a right foot forward stance with the heavy flail held out in front of him. He slid his foot foot to be slightly back, in a slightly defensive posture, while he lowered Thresher to one hand behind his right leg. His voice stayed firm.

"Ive seen you punch clear through a man's chest with that hand, don't pretend to be defenseless. That slaughter and the rest of the dead bodies around you was provocation. I did not know it was you."

The Crow's other words did stick in his head. I got here too late for that.

Kalir raised his center and squared his angle slightly, but plenty for someone skilled like her to know it was a less aggressive posture without being being off balance in case of a sudden attack. He flipped the adamantine head of Thresher over his shoulder so that the head and handle were balanced as he released it.

"The driver and horse were not you? Then who were the rest, and who are your other marks?"

Action: Adaptive Style to change readied maneuvers.
That's another 3hp lost due to bleeding right?

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: The bleeding isn't stopping as you hold on to Thresher and look at The Crow, who has once again seemingly lowered her defense.

You feign some defenselessness yourself, with your trusty flail held firmly in one hand as you observe a large pool of blood dripping down from The Crow herself. In the heat of battle, you must've hit her pretty hard, yet she doesn't seem to shake a bit as you pressure the questions and she looks at the bodies littered around.

"You find me 'punching' through a man's chest unusual? You are winged, have you noticed that? Besides, that is what we do: we Hunt. Our skills vary, but the end result is the same. It has to be.

As for your approach to battle? Reckless. You charged in like a fool, raptoran. Isn't the symbol of your Mother Goddess an owl? That being said, Wisdom flew out the window in this City a long time ago, so you aren't solely at fault.""

The Crow looks at you for a few seconds and then turns her back to you.

"You ask too many questions, little boy. You may not like the answers to them. I have enjoyed our little spar. Leave while my spirits are high. I smell no bloodlust in you. For now.

This is not a task suited for such gallant guards. It's a messy, dishonorable business. Wicked in nature, but it has to be done. Now fly away. Kill your petty beasts.

Leave the Hunting of Hunters to me."

The Crow limps just a little bit as she walks away from you and uncorks a small urn as she pours it over the coachman's corpse... oil.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun looks around, shaking the water not trying too hard to avoid getting it on Camus. She squawks again. "Boy you sure know how to show a lady the city. Are we going or not?"

[aReallyGreatAxe]

As the madman upgrades his weapon, Ilvan takes the moment's pause in the assault to continue running.


Oh, now that's a darn cool weapon!
DM question: larger than usual is.... rather vague. How big is big? What kind of range would this halberd be expected to have? I don't need precise numbers, should you wish to play those close to the chest, but is it on the "reasonable, but longer than normal" end, or the "needs great care to turn a corner on these stairs" big?

1.) Free action, boots of haste, 6/10
2.) Withdraw action: 120' southwest.


Hopefully, being that long would be obvious in-character.
If, and only if, the thing is reasonably long enough: Tumble check to avoid AoO without reducing speed.
If the halberd is long enough that it should be logically necessary: [roll0] DC 25.


And, unfortunately, as the old links no longer work, that is again off of the map.
Around the east side of the nearest coffin cluster and, if the spacing allows it, to the southwest side of the central four angel statues.

[Taelas]

"Don't get too close," is the only thing Gregory says to the archons before launching into his spell.

The two lantern archons fly 60 ft. away from their initial positions, up and at an angle, toward the abomination. Then they shoot rays of light at it.

The lantern archons have perfect flight, so if my calculations are correct, they can move to 24 on the map and be 40 feet above the ground. That's straight diagonal movement. They start taking potshots at it from there -- with its space, that should be within their 30 ft. range.

Lantern archon 1 light ray ranged touch: [roll0]; damage: [roll1]; confirmation if crit: [roll2]; crit damage: [roll3]
Lantern archon 2 light ray ranged touch: [roll4]; damage: [roll5]; confirmation if crit: [roll6]; crit damage: [roll7]

Gregory's current HP: 98/196

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: That's a nice weapon of sheer destruction.

You heard a long time ago that a faction within the City, in anticipation of The Scourge and the misery it visited upon Halmathan, forged special weapons for those willing to go out and deal with the beasts and madmen roaming the City. The name of this faction isn't known. The manufacture of these weapons is not continued to this day and if it is, no shop in the City will have them on display, nor would one know where to inquire.

They were referred to as "trick weapons". A skilled wielder could use these trick weapons and use them in their regular form and their "transformed state". Once transformed, the trick weapon becomes a lot more dangerous than its regular version. the power of each Trick Weapon varies, but they were all designed to deal with the problem at hand quickly and messily, depending on who was wielding it.

As for this Halberd? As long as an ogre's swing, by a quick count. And just as big. Normally unwieldy and too heavy for a regular man, this psychopath shows no strain as you dart down the stairs and feel your heart about to jump off your chest. Even with the boots on, you have been running and rolling and leaping and shooting. You aren't walking out of retirement- you're nosediving through a blade filled tunnel and landing on a pool of alcohol. A painful return...

But hopefully not the last.

Round 9

The mad man sniffs the air and aims his halberd at you and then runs down the stairs at top speed, just as before and stops shy of ten feet away from you, cold breath escaping his mouth, which bear pronounced canine teeth as he grips that blood covered halberd firmly with both hands.

The effect of the boots will not last forever. You could always back flip away, but this bastard is extremely fast and now he's got reach to boot. Surrendering to him will leave you like those chopped bodies when you first entered Oedon's Tomb. He doesn't seem like the kind to take prisoners.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238300)


Father Gascoigne
Ilven

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: The Lantern Archons may be small, but one cannot say they are cowards.

That beast hits like a damn truck, but at least they should keep it busy for a few seconds. Enough for your body to recover its former strength and then finish this abomination.

It's two bright golden rays that strike the beast. One ricochets off its antlers, fading harmlessly into the foggy sky.

The other is a direct hit.... but not really impressive enough to cause this beast to keel over in pain. Still, they are keeping it busy and that's good enough.

Round 8

These Celestial Champions may be forty feet off the ground, able to snipe at the beast at their hearts content, but...

This son of a bitch can leap. It has done so many times before and that's exactly how it showed up on the Great Bridge to fight you. That immense arm of his is used as a spring of sorts to propel his body upwards and with its slightly shorter claw, grabs one of the Archons, landing several feet closer to your location as the entire structure shakes and crumbles a bit more.

Shrieking and roaring in the diminutive Archon's luminous face, which sings like a canary in despair, the beast crushes the poor summon in his claw and bashes his fist into the ground at least three times, causing golden ichor to spurt onto the bridge before the entire summon dissipates, sent back to Celestia with memories it will hopefully forget.

Sadly, this was somewhat expected- Lantern archons are decent combatants against regular foes. This isn't one of them as you once again ask the power of The Cudgel to answer your prayers and forfeit The Holy Sword prayer uttered this morning in favor of yet more nourishing light.

You need to use this time granted and capitalize on it to the extreme if you plan to leave its safe confines and face this beast one on one.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238301)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory & Lantern Archon

[Chimaera]

Camus shake himself to get rid of the cold water.
"Something is wrong, Daun. It's messing with my teleportation as if clearly not wanting us to meddle. Let's go flying instead: who knows where it will take us next time".

Truth be told, Camus ran low on Teleports. Although two fiascoes in a row was not his fault as there is a fate component when casting the standart version of the spell that could prove frustating to even an archmage, he didnt like the idea of being the laughingstock in Runestone. So he blame some esoteric and supernatural effect.

Not really wanting to feel cold for the night, Camus cast a powerful abjuration to shield him from cold and taking to the skies. "It might be dangerous and you're already at home. If you want to go back to sleep I wont tell".

Energy Immunity (Cold)
Immune to Cold for 24 hours.

If she decide she still wants to check on the howlng, Camus nods and fly along.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun fixes Camus with a glare, figuring that her most powerful enhancement will now wear off before the fight even starts.

"Of course it's going to be dangerous. Why would that mean I'm not going?"

She takes to the skies, headed in the direction of the noise they heard before.

[Cavir]

Kalir

As the Crow turns her back Kalir silently calls upon an advanced Sublime Way secret. His full body tenses for but a second, and his bleeding ceases. He walks towards the carnage by the overturn carriage. His footsteps are solid so that she knows he is not trying to sneak up on her. His eyes, naturally better in dim light than humans, are focused on the dead. Who were they and why did the attack the carriage? His voice was calm and neutral.

"Like an owl I silently swooped down on my target. Like you I am no paladin. Like you I fight as needed. I don't claim to know you though. It drives Maxil Trentis crazy that I am Royal Guard. But he and the others know I am loyal. Just tonight the king himself entrusted himself to me. I do not want to see this city get torn apart. If you are out then there must be trouble. I don't expect to like your answers. That's the price for protecting the city. I accept that. Enlighten me then, please."

Kalir has circled around to the dead carriage driver opposite of the Crow. His empty hands turned outward to show no threat.

"In the mean time If you must burn that body, let me grab some token from him for his family. He seemed a good man. And if you'll allow me, I can help some with those injuries."

Iron Heart Endurance, heal 28. 141/238hp.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Chances are that you could take down The Crow at this point.

It would be very easy. With Thresher firmly gripped in your hands, a single swing to her back and she';d be done. Never mind all the sweet items you could pilfer from her. Everyone who fights like that must have magic items, right?

"You swooped down like a blind hawk. Errant in his course. Messy in his execution. Oh, I can tell you are no paladin... not that they are as pious as one would think anyway.

As for loyalty, good. That is one thing that seems to be found in spades here. Blindness too. If you decide to walk this path, little boy, you may find yourself having to hunt faces you know. This is a burden few are willing to bear.""

The Crow ceases pouring oil on the dead stage coach and you rummage through his butchered body, retrieving a single rosary bearing the symbol of the Healing Church, now covered in blood.

"Oedon's Tomb.

That's where I was headed before this man was attacked. A Hunter has fallen to bloodlust and become a danger to everyone. As we speak, he is engaged with another. Given who his rival is, I am certain that the fight is done. I would assist and go confirm the kill, but...

Someone decided to be rash and stupid and has left me in less of a fighting state than normal. If you are out here doing the King's work, you might want to check that place, but a word of caution, little boy:

Once you fall to the allure of Blood, you will turn into a Beast. There is no escaping such fate.

Take that as enlightenment.""

[AlanBruce]

@Daun & Camus: You could go back home.

One of you lives in Glenndale. The other in Runestone. The flight back to the Academy should be relatively easy...

But you are thrill seekers. You want to Experience a fight? Well...

It's a little over ten minutes flying at top speed over the foggy streets of Halmathan. Some spells may have been spent already, but the sounds of howling and beastly shrieks draw your attention towards St. Abaidas Bridge. It is barely visible due to the thick fog, but as you descend, you realize that perhaps it would've been better to go home.

Inquisitor Gregory is on the bridge, worse for wear. He's currently engaged in a battle and given the huge amounts of blood on the ground and cracks on the bridge, it isn't going well for him.

In fact, a single glowing mote shoots at his adversary, but it clearly isn't enough as both witness a gigantic beast, well over thirty feet tall. Claws bigger than a man and greyish white hair covering its body while a pair of twisted horns just from its lupine face.

Who knows what this is- there are no books or records or tales of a creature like this ever. It seems rather violent, though as it roars and shrieks in your direction while the tiny golden more keeps on the assault of him.


@Gregory: Just a little while longer...

With this beast occupied by your summons, you should have ample time to recover and bring it down for good...

And then, flying majestically and smelling of the ocean, Archmage Camus appears a few feet behind you, with his raven familiar.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238418)



Breast of the Great Bridge
Gregory & Lantern Archon
Camus
Daun

[Chimaera]

Letting Daun take the lead, he follow her for sometime until they reach St. Abaidas' Bridge justbto find the Great inquisitor Gregory fighting a gigantic beast.

"Need help from a potential criminal, Inquisitor Gregory?", he shouts to the man, not one to let go the opportunity for a little sting, "Just what the thing is this thing? No, not you Thing".

Nature check in the beast:
[roll0]

[Cavir]

Kalir opens his wings wide, ready to take to the skies. "Find me after this night is over. That will be easier than me finding you I'm sure. If the Hunter survives, who am I hunting?"

With the answer, the raptoran takes to the skies. Getting above the rooftops he takes advantage of something who fly by magic can't, doubling his normal speed. He couldn't do it all night, but his years of hard training gave him the endurance to do it for far longer than most. He beelines for Oedon's Tomb. As he gets close, he activates his ring.

Refresh maneuvers while listening to the answer. Run (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/combat/actionsInCombat.htm#run) action while flying. Run for 2 min (~.6 mile) then go to normal flight speed. Go invisible as a I get close.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: The Crow kneels in front of the dead and offers a silent prayer as you spread your wings and take off to the night sky.

"If there is another night for us, I might just do that.

As for who is the one you're looking for? He will try to kill you. That should be something you are well acquainted with and can recognize.""


And then you're gone.

Daun should be back at the mare or snug at home. Although you were given the task to watch over her, you;re a raptoran. And a Royal Guard. Where in your title does it say that you have to watch over people? Weapons and trinkets and maneuvers are there to be used. That's a fact.

As for Oedon's Tomb... that's not close.

The Golden Mare Inn and this street are, but you'll have to do some serious flying across Halmathan to reach the old cemetery. Your wings can propel you fast, but not fast enough. Thankfully, you have a ring!

A ring that shall make you Invisible and Invincible. Whoever that crazy Hunter is you're after, he'll never know what him him.

[Taelas]

Gregory looks back in surprise. "Be careful! This beast has shown remarkable abilities to leap and possesses tremendous strength. I do not know what it is, but we must bring it down, for the safety of the City!" he says, before launching into another spell.

The lantern archon shoots another ray of light at the monstrosity, then flies upwards and away from it.

The archon attacks then moves to around 33 and as far left and as high as it can make it on 60 ft.
Ray of light: [roll0]; damage: [roll1]

Gregory's HP: 141/196

[AlanBruce]

Round 9

@Ilven: Maybe all that running has left you winded. maybe the fact that this mad man has gotten a bigger and deadlier weapon has put you on edge...

But you have frozen in place and so, the psychopath smiles wickedly as he rears that enormous halberd and as the moon's light shines on the blood of its blade, the mad man swings it with such force, that he is physically able to send you flying back!


33 damage plus 1 bleeding damage. Reflex DC 33 or be sent back 10 ft. and knocked prone.

And whether you are able to hold out the worst or not, the killer steps five feet closer to you.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238433)


Father Gascoigne
Ilven










@Gregory: A wizard? Good.

Although you could take down this creature on your own, Runestone is known for having some very capable casters. Be it a pardoned offender or not. A damn pyromaniac... you sure could use someone with a set of skills like that against this beast.

And with only one Lantern Archon left, this one watches the utter destruction of its brethren and zaps the beast again. It hits, but not enough to really bring it down.

Round 9


@Gregory, Daun & Camus: Even with all your intellectual might combined... you have no idea what this thing is. How it came to be in this City. All those metaphorical dice rolls for luck are for naught-

There is NO precedence of a being like this existing. Ever. At this point, you are fighting it blindly or not at all.

And as for Gregory's summon, the beast looks up at it and shrieks so loudly in it s direction, that the tiny golden mote sings like a despairing canary before bursting into blood mid air, fading away from existence.

And then, using its mighty arm, the beast moves closer towards Inquisitor du Vay, intent on finishing him.

@Gregory: Still under the protection of Sanctuary, you look at the beast, now awfully close to you and focus on invading his mind. Attempt to see what goes through that beast...

There it is. You managed to invade his mind. Murky at first, but there is something there and....

And it is at that very moment that you feel the Sanctuary spell dissipate, as the beast, towering in front of you, holds its head with one claw and aims the other at you, shrieking in abject anger! It does not want you meddling inside and as a result, it will finish what it started.




Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238435)


Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus
Daun

[Chimaera]

"Let's bring it down before it roam somewhere else", he shouts to Gregory and analyze the situation.

If left alone to fight a beast this huge, who knows if the inquisitor would make it (not that he have much love for him, at all) but removing him from Harm's way might be as good as putting someone else in its wake of destruction. Not having planned to blast a beast to the Outer Planes when he woke up, he decides to give the beast a new distraction.

Blowing a gust a wind in his gloved hand, he start whispering to it in Auran.

"Defend the bridge and smite down the beast threatening it", he says in a language that reminds of the wind blowing as several runes appear on his robes. He then takes a deep breath and exhales as the wind around the beast begin to spin with great intensity and a huge air elemental appears right beside the beast and between it and himself. If it likes jumping, better have a summon blocking his path to himself.

Activating it is a standart action, so the summon can act right away.
Summoning a Huge Air Elemental (burning my Glass Strike for it) so as it is melee with the beast, but floating 15ft above ground, using its bulk to prevent him from jump toward Camus and Daun.

SUMMON STATS
HP: 136
Speed: Fly 100ft (Perfect)
AC: 22 (Touch 18, FF 12) - This consider he's dodging the beast
Grapple: +24
Space/Reach: 15ft/15ft
FA: 2 Slams +19 (2d8+4) - This consider his Air Mastery
SA: Air Mastery, Whirlwind
SQ: DR 5/-, Darkvision 60ft, elemental traits
Saves: Fort +9, Ref +19, Will +5
Relevant Feats: Combat Reflexes (up to 9 AoOs), Dodge, Mobility, Fly-by Attack, Spring Attack


https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/110804/assets/561298/windelemental.jpg?1456364237

The wind colossus appears immediatly after Camus' call and smite the beast with cyclonic strength, all the while dodging its probable offense.

1st Slam [roll0] dmg [roll1]
2nd Slam [roll2] dmg [roll3]

Free action to Dodge the beast.

"I can take you out with a whim, but I fear this beast will turn his attention somewhere else if we frustate his hunt", he says to Daun, "Have to keep it busy before I can destroy it".

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: In all your years training in the arcane...

Who knows where this thing came from. Why it is here... but it must be put down. As a Runestone Archmage, it is your duty to use your power to protect the people of this City. Savages as they might be.

And even if it's a man like Inquisitor Gregory. Those earlier summons were too small for a beast this big. No, you need something to match its strength. Also, you don't want to end like the Cuthbertine below. Daun is a raven, and her best spell wore out a long time ago. That thing will mince both of you apart. What to do...

And then you place your hands together and your robes begin to illuminate as the fog around you disperses in a small radius. Whatever this thing is, it will have to answer to the Powers from Beyond. Those that dwell amidst roiling clouds. Beings that can challenge any mortal. A creature only a mind such as yours can hold sway over...

And with the winds increasing, a true Champion of the Inner Planes answers your call, floating a few feet off St. Abaidas Bridge as the beast looks at him and bears its claws before the airy goliath smashes him once, causing the beast to shake its head in mild annoyance, followed by a brutal uppercut that nearly sends it falling off the bridge itself!

Despite the strength of your summon, something is clear as you analyze the battle:

Those hits... only one actually hurt the beast. And not by much. A tough hide to boot. How to deal with an enemy like this?



Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238436)




Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus & Huge Air Elemental
Daun

[El'the Ellie]

Hmm, the idea of collapsing the bridge with a tyrannosaurus is tempting, but I think I can do better than that.

Not for the first time tonight, Daun stands in horrified awe of the thing before her.

Carefully watching the battle, Daun decides against summoning an ally of nature for fear of collapsing the bridge under their huge blows. But there isn't much she could do from this distance. She flies closer to Sir Gregory, taking care to be fairly high up and out of the reach of the beast. A creature like this was no natural thing she knew of. Which means it was likely to have some magical empowerment behind it. It was worth a shot.

At her caw, a blossom of translucent green petals appears around the beast, seeking to sap away any magic that might be bolstering it.

"Fight on Sir Gregory. You have friends."

So I don't actually have a lot of great options, but dispelling is never really a bad idea.

Daun will move action to fly to H37. (I can't see the column names, but assuming the leftmost one is A, it would be column H)

Then using targeted greater dispel magic on the beast. I don't know if it even has magical buffs up, but I don't really want to waste a turn casting detect magic or something. I'm just going to roll dispel checks, please take as many as you need (or ask me to roll more if needed)

Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll0]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll1]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll2]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll3]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll4]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll5]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll6]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll7]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll8]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll9]
Greater Dispel Magic Check: [roll10]

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: You could summon a gigantic predator from the Cretaceous Period and with Camus' own summon, have them gang up on that thing...

You could, but who knows what would happen to anyone standing in the area, mainly sir Gregory. The big boys will have to wait. There might be a way to bring him down to size, though. A thing like this could not have merely spawned out of the blue. Magic has to be involved.

And so, you swoop down closer to the Inquisitor, keeping an eye out for the beast, but that massive claw of his is just now proving to be deceptive long and lethal as it claws at you mid descent.

38 damage. Apply DR, if any

Bastard has incredible reach and strength to boot, but you can fix that, as a shower of green spectral petals slowly rain on the hulking creature...

Only for it to shriek and roar in even more anger. It has no spells on it... why????

Round 10


@Gregory: The beast roars in your face and does a quick leap over you and around, allowing for Camus' elemental to punish him for his folly.

From Elemental to the Beast

And whether the living tornado struck or not, the beast's imposing shadow looms over you as it stretches out both of his shaggy arms and brings them down on you with monstrous strength!


56 damage plus Improved Grab DC 59 and roll a Concentration check to maintain Detect Thoughts active.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238437)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus & Huge Air Elemental
Daun

[Chimaera]

The air elemental was tasked to smite down that creature and so he does with obedient servitude.

Slam [roll0] dmg [roll1]

"I dont have the whole night! Got a bottle to finish and a weasel to name", he shout to the others.

Still flying, Archmage Camus decide to give those below a better fighting chance. With a flick of his wrist the passage of Time seemed to slow down for an instant for Daun and Gregory, just to speed up as their movements become faster.

Casting Haste on all three: Daun, Gregory and Elemental.

"Keep beating the giant dog!", he commands in Auran the elemental, which strike with extra fast diligency.
Following the orders, the elemental fly a little bit closer to the beast and keep smacking it with his clenched fists.

Taking a 5ft to get in reach (his reach is 15ft)

1st Slam [roll2] dmg [roll3]
2nd Slam [roll4] dmg [roll5]
Haste Slam [roll6] dmg [roll7]

[Cavir]

Kalir

Flying took no mental effort so his mind raced with the encounter with the Crow.

The Crow had given up her hunt. I've taken the Crow out of the fight for the night. Normally that would be a boast worthy accomplishment, but I just weakened the city's defenses when it was needed. My fault. My job to try to make up for it.

She gave me a good slashing too. Not an ideal way to head into another fight.

How did she know about her prey being at that tomb?

How did she know that prey was already facing a rival?

How does she know I might still make it there on time?

Who is that rival?

Who is this other Hunter?

What drove him or her mad?

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Running so much while heavily wounded is not easy, but pausing to catch one's breath carries dire consequences, as Ilvan quickly learns when the madman's wicked swing sends him sprawling through the graveyard's dust.

He looks around for options, and finds them to be swiftly running out. Except...
The statues- this killer was a large man, perhaps he would be able to seek shelter there- or it would at least make his corpse irritating for the madman to retrieve and dissect should he die in such an inconvenient place.

That halberd was swift and dangerous, but better to die while trying than while begging for mercy that almost certainly wouldn't come.

Ilvan calls on his boots one more time, and makes a leap of faith.





1.)Boots of speed as a free action.

2.) Move-equivalent action, get up. Tumble doesn't seem to apply, so this will likely provoke an AoO, which stands... a 50/50 or more chance of killing Ilvan outright. The player is aware of this.

3.) If the map given includes the pushback effect: Move action, get into the cover of the statues, Tumble DC 15 to avoid AoO [roll0] . If the map does not include the pushback effect, the DC would have to be 25 to move at full speed and make it to cover.

HP=37/160, Bleed 1.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun looks curiously at her failed spell. There was something strange going on here for sure. But often times a beast would act like this when confused or threatened. And Daun's never met a creature she couldn't tame, but with Gregory and now Camus at risk, there wasn't time to try calming the creature. Well, perhaps they could scare it off.

Seeing it grab Gregory gave Daun an opening where she could fly in without being ripped to shreds. She pecks Gregory on the shoulder, and the inquisitor immediately bursts into purifying blue-green flames.

Casting Fires of Purity on Sir Gregory, which lasts 13 rounds. Gregory deals an extra 13 fire damage on melee attacks, and creatures that make melee attacks against Gregory take 13 fire damage as well. Now let's hope it doesn't have fire resistance.

Buffs: Death Ward, Freedom of Movement
HP: 118/156

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Whatever this thing is, it can be killed.

Runestone is a house of Knowledge. This includes not only learning the ways of the arcane, but also how to use said knowledge to finish off an adversary. There is a reason why wizards all over the world are feared- they can end a life without ever having to swing a blade or nock back an arrow. These are not tenets Runestone boasts in their admission pamphlet, but let's be real here:

Ending a battle quickly is what true wizards do. Be it directly or indirectly, the power of the Cosmos is yours to unravel as your needs demand. and so, you cast a mighty incantation from the Transmutation School. One that is sure to sway the tide in your favor against this beastly adversary.

It is clear by the actions of this creature that it's solely focused on the Inquisitor- the way it ignored your summon makes that evident. But why? It doesn't matter. If it kills Sir Gregory, it will come after you and Daun. Can't let that happen, as Time is exponentially sped in your allies' favor and your whirlwind colossus bashes the beast several times.

He doesn't kill him- that hide has proven pretty tough. But a few more slams and he should go down. If he doesn't, you should still have an entire repertoire of arcane tricks to dispose of it. You need to. Not only because you're an Archmage, but because of what this "dog" will do to the rest of the City of let loose.


@Daun: Wait... a book told you that spell solves everything. EVERYTHING!

They lied. It doesn't. Although typically a beast like this HAS to be magical and bear powerful magical protections... it has none. This beast just happens to be abnormally strong, which is silly:

Nobody can be that strong without trinkets and transmutations, right? Yet here we are, with that thing crushing Inquisitor du Vay with its claws. Who knows what this creature is or why it's here and although you may not look eye to eye with the Cuthbertine, it's not like you are going to let him die at the hands of that monster.

Swooping down towards du Vay, as he struggles within the beast's grasp, you peck the back of his shoulder and watch Mystical turquoise flames erupt around the Inquisitor...

@Gregory: That grip again... you aren't going to survive another whomping like that and...

And then you watch the beast shriek and howl in pain, as your body ignites and so does its claws, releasing you immediately from its grasp as it looks at its claws, singed badly.

It has been hurt. A lot. More than would be expected from such a minute amount of fire as it fixes its eyes on the raven that visited upon him such scorching punishment.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238454)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus & Huge Air Elemental
Daun

[AlanBruce]

Ilven: Vision is going blurry now...

And then you fly back several feet and land on your back, skidding on grave soil and trailing more blood. This mad man is incredibly strong. That axe/halberd of his carries the strength of a beast. How will you ever have a chance to defeat him?

If only you had refused that child's request. If you hadn't come to Oedon's Tomb. If only...

No. That's a lot of "if's". A poor excuse for your current state. Amidst the pain, you can vaguely remember Captain Ludwig's words to you and Amren, amidst the speed in which you were traveling so long ago:

You were trained to be weapons of war. Disciplined and devoted. Not children playing with newfound toys! The power we have is not to be squandered in petty games to prove each other's worth over their fellow Spartan! Commit to your oaths, Helguard.

If I wanted children out here, I would have picked them up at The Orphanage! Now let us prepare. Remember why we are here...and fulfill your duty.

It was rare to see Captain Ludwig lose his cool. The man was a legend not only in the Helguard, but the City of Halmathan as a whole, His dedication to the mission went unquestioned. He knew his life and those under his command were always at stake and so, expected nothing less than flawless perfection in the field. The grim marches were unforgiving. Make a single mistake, and it would most likely mean the end of you and your squad...

A lesson learned too late for you and your pupil, now forever bound to a wheelchair.

Although The Holy Blade isn't here now, you are one of the last remaining Helguards left in the world. You need to put this mad man down, some way or another. And so, you get up and roll several times around the grave soil, finding a semi secure spot behind some graves and watch more of your precious blood drip onto the ground.


@Kalir: The streets are covered in fog and the faint scent of incense reaches you even at this altitude.

Rushing in like a darn fool, you just made Halmathan a far more dangerous place tonight. Hunters, praised or despised, took care of The Scourge years ago. It is true that some fell to that damn curse- or whatever the public called it- but they got the job done. The Crow being the top Hunter amongst their ranks, as far as you know.

And you beat the hell out of her, leaving her in a limping state. Maybe if the City Guard were around. And the entirety of the Royal Guard, this could be averted. But right now, you are alone. Flying over the City and not in top shape after "sparring" with the Hunter of Hunters.

You and her may have different views on how to dish out Justice, but crippling her means a crippled Hunt for beasts and mad Hunters. This, you cannot ignore. Something else you cannot ignore is how she knows about her marks and their location.

Oedon's Tomb is rarely visited- and with good reason. Past its gates lies Old Halmathan. Not a place you have ventured to and hopefully never will. The first outbreaks of The Scourge took place there before it spread to the entire City. The solution?

To this day, people avoid even mentioning that place and what was done to it. Many were lost due to The Scourge and a decade later, grief still festers within many who lost loved ones to it.

But that's not where you're headed. The graveyard leading to it is your destination. If the Crow cannot fulfill her task, it falls upon you to cover up for her. You may not be a Hunter, but that doesn't mean you are bereft of skill and strength.

But what about your opponent? The Crow mentioned he will try to kill you. If this individual is similar to The Crow power wise, that is a very real possibility. However, the only way to find out is by going to the old graveyard.

If her mark is facing another, they might need help... or a burial. Handy, given where you are going.

And so, completely exhausted, you land at the open gate leading down to Oedon's Tomb as the fog roils around thicker than anywhere else in the City. Almost as if trying to block your passage as trails of blood lead down below to the Hallowed Ground.

But nothing can stop you. Not only are you a Raptoran, but you are also a Royal Guard. Top student at The Blooming Lotus. You will deal with whoever is down there. And it will be dealt with swiftly and painfully if necessary.

Round 10

@Ilven: Every single muscle and bone in your body is ready to call it quits as you roll further away from the psychopath and take refuge behind some grave stones.

Not that it may help much with this bastard's speed, strength and new found reach, but you need to find a way to somehow over power him as the man sniffs the air around Oedon's Tomb and laughs maniacally as he takes his time walking towards you, halberd held firmly in both hands and then...

Something's wrong with him. He's fallen on his knees and has begun grunting and coughing... blood? You hurt him with several arrows, but not so much to bring him to his knees. What's going on with him?

@Kalir: Still invisible and invincible, you descend the stairs to Oedon's Tomb and can smell the blood all over the place. It's a charnel house. There was a slaughter here, given the body parts piled in a corner of the graveyard. A recent one too.

And then you catch sight of... Ilven Selma? The Old Helguard is near death hiding behind some gravestones. He does not look well. Is he the man The Crow told you to come and kill? Impossible. The man's a National Hero, a Living Legend...

There is another man here as well. Wearing simple attire- nothing fancy expect a black coat a hat and a dangerous looking halberd covered in blood as he kneels on the ground and coughs blood, in abject pain.





Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238459)



Father Gascoigne
Ilven
Kalir

[Taelas]

Finally free, Gregory decides to go directly on the offensive, hammering his mace at the beast. The enchantments from the others make him move faster, hit harder, and he unleashes a barrage of blows.

Detect thoughts runs out, since Gregory isn't spending an action on maintaining it.

Attack #1: [roll0]; damage: [roll1] (+13 Fire); if crit: [roll2]; crit damage: [roll3] (+13 Fire)
Hasted Attack: [roll4]; damage: [roll5] (+13 Fire); if crit: [roll6]; crit damage: [roll7] (+13 Fire)
Attack #2: [roll8]; damage: [roll9] (+13 Fire); if crit: [roll10]; crit damage: [roll11] (+13 Fire)
Attack #3: [roll12]; damage: [roll13] (+13 Fire); if crit: [roll14]; crit damage: [roll15] (+13 Fire)

HP: 88/196
AC: 29

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: Time for some payback.

This beast has tossed you around like a rag doll. It almost killed Galavant... he is not getting any mercy from you. And since it's clearly afraid of fire, you take as many swings as possible, thanks to Camus and his talking familiar. Who knew Runestone trained their pets to cast spells? Handy indeed.

However, in the midst of swinging, there's some missing. Those hits that do connect, meet the beast's brutally thick hide, which, although it repels the steel of your mace, does nothing to prevent this monstrosity from burning as it shrieks in pain towards the moon and pants heavily as its legs shake a bit.

Round 11


@Daun, Gregory & Elemental: It is said that when an animal is injured and cornered, that's when it becomes the most dangerous. Either you kill it quickly, or it will retaliate and turn the tide.

The beast claws the bridge with his massive hand and scrapes in a wide arc, striking all three of you with monstrous strength!


All three bolded take 47 damage. Apply DR if needed. Any who are on the ground, make a Reflex DC 47 or fall back 10ft. and prone.

And then, with a large howl, the beast leaps further back onto the great bridge, whimpering in pain as that last slash caused it to further catch on fire... but it isn't down yet.

And hopefully, it gives you brave heroes a chance to retaliate.


From Gregory (if he hasn't been knocked back and prone) and Elemental

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238460)


Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus & Huge Air Elemental
Daun

[Chimaera]

The elemental is deeply cut but still stands flying when the beast jumps away... But not fast enough to prevent the elemental to strike at its back.

Slam [roll0] dmg [roll1]

Camus watch as the beast seemed very affraid of fire. Howling in Auran, he order the elemental to press on the attack and charge the beast.

Charge [roll2] dmg [roll3]

"Dont let it escape!", he shouts to the others on the bridge and get ready. This dog wont escape.

Readying to cast a Wall of Force to block its escape

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Safe and away from the battle, you will never lower yourself to be a savage and engage in this kind of carnage.

You are a wizard. Magic is the most powerful force ever known. Nothing can best you. That is a fact. Some might even go as far as saying that you are a deity when it comes to arcane matters. Calling beings from the Inner Planes? Only a god has the right to do that, so by such flawless logic...

You must be a god.

And gods have servants. Your elemental does not put down on the chase after the beast, despite getting sliced badly. You will catch it, alive would be interesting. But given its nature, dead will work just as well.

Your summon tries to bash once as the beast leaps away. too slow.

Your summon then presses on the charge and strikes the beast as this one uses its wounded longer claw to pierce your summon. A poor exchange of blows with a clear winner.


53 damage

However, your summon is tough- it should be able to withstand a few more swipes and they are disposable:

You can call as many as you want. Barring that, those two below should be able to kill it. And if they cannot and that thing decides to flee...

Then you will be required to use force against it.








Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238462)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus & Huge Air Elemental
Daun

[El'the Ellie]

Daun winces in pain as her tiny bird bones are crushed by beast's claws. Feathers fly. But still she stands.
With another peck on the inquisitor's armor, she a shower of rose petals fall over Gregory, stitching his wounds together and relieving him of his aches and pains from battle. Then she flies about forty feet in air, looking to avoid any more sharp claws.

Casting Heal on Gregory to restore 140 HP, as well as all of heal's other good side effects.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan can hardly believe his own survival as the madman bends over and starts hacking up a lung. There's a stroke of pity for the man about to put him in the ground; his body and mind were clearly failing, taking him on a rampage while his little daughter waited for a father who would likely never return. If the mother had found the madman... well, there might be red jewels among that pile of the dead.

He gives a brief thought to taking this opportunity to run- but he was sure the killer would catch him in short order. Instead, he would take advantage of this opening and try to bring him down. Fulfill his duty, or die trying, in true Helguard fashion.

And so, even though his blood spatters the tombs, he raises his bow and looses more gleaming arrows toward the madman's dark shape.



EDIT: Mathing effects of critical now, will be included into this post when finished. Please wait ~5min if you're reading this now, AlanBruce. Edit: Math done, thanks for your patience.

Taking one bleed damage, 36/160.

1.) Swift action, use Guided strike (attacks this round overcome DR)
2.) Free action, boots of haste, round 7/10
3.) Full attack, silver arrows.


Haste: [roll0]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll1]
Damage: ( [roll2]+[roll3] ) Nonlethal + [roll4] acid. = 21 nonlethal, 6 acid
Critical damage: +25 nonlethal.

Total for haste attack= 46 nonlethal, 6 acid.

Attack 1: [roll5] +1 stance =48
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll6]
Damage: ( [roll7]+[roll8] ) Nonlethal + [roll9] acid. +1 stance = 10 nonlethal, 1 acid

Attack 2: [roll10] +1 stance =35
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll11]
Damage: ( [roll12] + [roll13] ) Nonlethal + [roll14] acid. +1 stance =17 nonlethal, 5 acid

Attack 3: [roll15] +1 stance= 40
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll16] +1 stance = 42
Damage: ( [roll17] + [roll18] ) Nonlethal + [roll19] acid. +1 stance =16 nonlethal, 1 acid
Crit damage= 22 nonlethal
Total = 38 nonlethal, 1 acid






Attack: 20base +2 bracers, +1 magic, +1 weapon focus, +1 haste, +4 eternal training (+3 knowledge devotion instead if not human). =+29/24/19

Damage: +1d6 merciful, +1d6 acid, +1 haste, +1 bracers, +1 magic +4 eternal training= +7
Attacks this round overcome DR, arrows are silver again.
Still in blood in the water stance, effects apply upon a critical.
Edit: Current blood in the water bonus after this round = +2 attack and damage.

[Cavir]

Kalir

Walking down the stairs to give his wings a brief break he takes in another scene of carnage. Only two bodies mattered at the moment- the two still showing signs of life. The closer one kneeling in pain. The farther one also doing badly... Sir Ilven? It was then the farther figure fired a volley of arrows with such speed and accuracy it could not be any other but him. The biggest question was it the helguard that had really fallen to bloodlust?

Kalir half jumped half flew onto the top of a statue closer to them and landed softly to avoid damaging the statue. Still invisible he took in the view from a different angle. He called out so the farther one could hear him as he kept his visual focus somewhere between the figures to watch for any movement from either. "Helguard! This is Kalir, Royal Guard. Hold your fire! The man is down. Who is that?"

Move to the group of statues to the NNE, row 32, standing on the lower right statue, more so on its left side. The screenshot doesn't show me column labels.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: What would drive a man to commit murder in such a way?

If he is indeed the one responsible behind that little girl's mother's disappearance and her body is around this graveyard... how do you tell a child such grim news? You and your Order committed themselves to dispose of the filth beyond the City so this one would remain untainted. In that regard, the Helguard was incredibly effective. So much that there is no need for you anymore.

And as the arrows fly through the fog filled Tomb and strike the coughing mad man in his death throes, one strikes him right between the eyes as he coughs blood in copious amounts and keels over in a pool of blood, exhaling a gout of cold breath for the last time.

It's over. Threat neutralized. Confirm the kill and report to the Captain. The old Adage rings true even tonight. Some things are just hard to forget.


@Kalir: Carnage seems to be the main theme tonight.

First Halmathan streets are painted red. Now, Oedon's Tomb. Hard to tell how many dead ones are scattered around with all this fog, but if there were two standing, only one is at this point, as Helguard Selma shows why he is called The Arrow of God and puts that man down.

Whatever happened here, it wasn't pretty. It still isn't. The smell of blood is fresh and pungent- the old elf did not have an easy fight and he does not look in top shape as he rests his body against an old cracked gravestone, painting it red.

And just so he knows that you are here, since your ring is active, you call out to the Old legend and perch yourself atop an old angel statue. Unseen but very much heard.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Finally a good hit! Perhaps he wasn’t quite done yet...and a voice comes out of nowhere, shattering Ilvan’s focus. Kalir... who was that again?

And he doesn’t know this man’s identity, not really, but it shouldn’t matter, in Ilvan’s opinion. He struggles to make himself heard, having just stopped sprinting.

”That is a frothing murderer with an axe! Don’t trust that he’s down.”

As he speaks, Ilvan turns the dial on his belt again, trying to stop bleeding out now that the madman is not an immediate threat.

[Cavir]

Kalir

The figure in the middle dropped and laid motionless with the arrow to the head. Was that the Hunter gone mad that the Arrow of God had just killed, or was he just another victim? The dead bodies strewn around had been hacked at, not the work of an expert archer.

"I will check to see if he is dead then. Sir Selma, please keep your bow lowered." He never thought he'd be trying to give orders to a helguard but Kalir still needed to confirm the helguard wasn't the one with bloodlust. He glided down to the body, still invisible. Watching for signs of movement he grabbed the giant halberd and tossed it off to the side. The body was face down with the face turned to the side due to the arrow. With one hand holding Thresher he grabbed an arm and pulled it up over over the back to flip it over. The death arrow was in deep. Kalir was surprised it didn't break through the skull on the other side as deep as it was. He took notice of the face and clothing. Who was it? He flicked the tail end of the arrow. If they were still alive there would be no hiding it with pain of the arrow being jostled.

He looked towards the helguard. "He's dead. As I said, it's me, Kalir." With a turn of his ring he became visible, raptoran eyes locked on the helguard for signs of attacking.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan lowers his bow but does not put it away. The Guard couldn’t possibly hold him responsible, if the madman were truly dead. No, he had been a murderer, clear and simple, so Ilvan shouldn’t feel remorse. Still, that little girl...

Then a raptoran flickers into view. Oh right, that Kalir. A dragon slayer should be able to take care of a lone madman should he be only faking.
”I dont know his name, but I may know his family. His little girl sent me to find him and his wife, if you can believe it.” Well, if not proven, the music box at least strongly suggested it. He looks at the dead man before him. “Killing him shouldn’t have been possible; I have an enchantment. Perhaps his illness-“ Ilvan breaks off as he sees how far the shaft had sunk. People did tend to die with an arrow between the eyes. Maybe he’d been overzealous.

“Anyway, found him dismembering corpses, and he tried to dismember me.”

Kalir too wasn’t looking exactly healthy, was he?
“What are you doing swooping about so far from the palace?”

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: So that was Kalir...unseen.

Of course! The Raptoran Royal Guard. Good to see a member of the armed forces and one of his caliber here. Your bow is lowered, as you turn a notch on your belt to stop the bleeding, but something about that mad man's death.

Given what your bow can do... and cannot.


@Kalir: It's a butcher house, alright.

Swooping down towards the dead man, covered in a pol of his own blood and still invisible, you reassure the Old Helguard that there is nothing to worry about:

The arrow wounds are deep. Blood has stop spilling from his body, but he's not moving as you kick back that halberd of his, except...

It's tightly gripped in his hand. How...?

And when you turn his face to check the fatal arrow wound, you can see it's there, but the man, with bandaged eyes, has adopted a feral look as his entire body begins to shudder and you feel a monstrous energy coming from him...

It's a sudden blast of red energy that pushes you back ten feet. As if an unseen force has knocked you out, not unlike a fist! What is it with this man...?!

@Kalir & Ilven: What's happening to him...?

The mad man's body suffers a drastic and very painful change as his clothes are shredded and his gloves tear off, revealing a set of dangerous looking claws as the man- no, not a man anymore- a Beast, howls in primal anger and amidst the blood red aura, his new form is revealed:



https://66.media.tumblr.com/9bcb44d9068aef2efb3736991c4bd8a6/tumblr_pgp2feQZ651sfbqgwo1_500.png

What the hell is it? If it was human before, it isn't now. For those who have fought it, he was brutal. Now, pushed to the limit, this Hunter has succumbed to Blood and so, has turned.

And for Kalir, words of caution were given by The Crow. There is no reasoning with a creature like this- it's out for blood and unless you can put it down, this will be both your graves!

Round 1

@Kalir: The Beast has no need for that halberd- those claws alone could swipe the head off a man easily, given his new size. As big as an ogre, a hundred times more agile. Given its size and fury... is it raging? Not good!

The Beast takes a single step forward and several gravestones around you shudder and crack as it raises a single claw at you and immediately you can tell that being close to him is a dangerous and deadly affair.

Gascoigne, in human or Beast form, can cause any prey he threatens within 20ft. to take a -2 morale penalty on all saving throws, attacks, skills and damage for as long as they remain within range. If Kalir has some form of fear immunity, ignore the penalties.

It's a single claw, raised high over its head as the beast sniffs you out, despite being invisible and tears a piece of the ground with you on it, causing an explosion of dirt and feathers and blood as you;re sent flying back even more!

21 damage. Reflex DC 21 or fall back 10ft. and prone



Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238463)




Gascoigne the Beast
Ilven
Kalir

[Taelas]

Gregory lets out a groan as he is knocked backwards, falling on his back. He quickly gets to his feet, but the beast is too far away for him to do much to it now. He glances at the raven, giving it a grateful nod as he feels the healing magic spread through him, closing most, if not all of his wounds.

He begins running after the monster, but even with the additional speed from the mage's enchantment, he does not get very close.

Move action to stand from prone, then run 40 feet closer.

HP: 184/196
AC: 30, not 29. I forgot Gregory's not Large at the moment.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan's bow snaps back up as the madman becomes.... well, not quite a madman anymore. Silver arrows seem to have been a fortunate choice, if the old wives' tales were true.

He doubted the beast would be any slower than the man, so the only option was to put it down for good as quickly as possible. With the dragonslayer to keep the beast busy, he continues his work.


EDIT: Critical calculations in progressCalculations finished.

Does this count as the same encounter as previous? The new count would indicate "no."
For purposes of targeting that's an... animal? Maybe?

1.) Swift action, eternal training use part 2, targeting "animal". -4 to attack and damage if this assumption is incorrect.
2.) Free action, boots of speed, round 8/10
2.) Full attack


Haste: [roll]1d20+31[roll]=51=critical
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] + [roll2] nonlethal + [roll3] acid = 13 nonlethal +3 acid
Crit damage: 25 nonlethal
Total= 38 nonlethal, 3 acid.

Attack 1: [roll]1d20+31[roll] +1 stance= 35
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5] + [roll6] nonlethal + [roll7] acid +1 stance= 17 nonlethal, 6 acid

Attack 2: [roll]1d20+26[roll] +1 stance = 44
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll8]
Damage: [roll9] + [roll10] nonlethal + [roll11] acid +1 stance= 20 nonlethal, 2 acid

Attack 3: [roll]1d20+21[roll] +1 stance = 27
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll12]
Damage: [roll13] + [roll14] nonlethal + [roll15] acid +1 stance = 16 nonlethal, +1 acid.



HP= 36/160

Attack: 20base +2 bracers, +1 magic, +1 weapon focus, +4 eternal training, +1 haste, +2 stance =+32/26/21

Damage: +1d6 merciful, +1d6 acid, +1 bracers, +1 magic +4 eternal training, +1 haste, +2 stance= +8
arrows are silver again.
Still in blood in the water stance, effects apply upon a critical, but expire if ten rounds elapse since the last critical.
EDIT: That brings blood in the water to +3, 10 rounds remaining until expiration.

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: If only you had Lady Silvarel here with you...

She is a very wise elven druid. Let there be no doubt she'd be able to lend a helping hand against this heinous beast, but she isn't. Right now, it's you, Camus and Sir Gregory...and he's not looking well.

In your current form, you will not be able to best that thing. The Fires of Purity help keep the inquisitor somewhat safe, but a war of attrition against that thing? It will smite all three of you against the bridge if you face it head on. Still... not many choices here.

But since Inquisitor du Vay seems interested in exchanging blows with it, you might as well give him a refresher as rose petals shower the Cuthbertine, placing him back at full potential. You need him alive since The Hulking Hierophant is the only one who can reliably hit that beast.

And then fly up forty feet- no reason to place yourself in danger any longer.


@Gregory: Damn beast.

He sure likes to leap around the Great Bridge. Your armor is heavy and even with so many of Cuthbert's blessings, that swipe of his sends you flying back a few feet as the raven patches you up good and you grunt, getting back on your feet.

You may not be a Royal Guard, but your training rivals them. Some might say it's even better. You are putting this thing down. It's weakened and you will not get another chance. Mace in hand, you run down St. Abaidas Bridge like a mad man. ready to face this monstrosity.

May Cuthbert guide your hand in this dark night that has fallen Halmathan.



Round 12



@Camus: Watching from a safe vantage point above the Great Bridge, your mighty summon is impaled by the beast in such a brutal manner, that it dissipates into the fog, back to its Plane of Origin.


60 damage

And then, watching du Vay running towards him, covered in green flames, the Beast shrieks in his direction and runs towards the Inquisitor, causing the entire bridge to rumble and shake...

Before it does a mighty leap way over the Cuthbertine and lands with a massive stomp right in front of you, shrieking and howling into your face.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238465)



Beast of the Great Bridge
Gregory
Camus
Daun




@Ilven: No wonder that guy was so fast...

He was never human, most likely. if this is his true face, then it is confirmed:

It's a beast. Not unlike the old folk tales regarding men that can turn into savage animals under certain conditions. Whether that's the case here or not, he did transform. But there is no real reason as to why.

What you do know is that it's bashing Kalir even if you cannot see him. This beast's senses seem to be augmented, like a rabid animal. And like a rabid animal, you are going to put it down.

The arrows fly true. None miss their mark. Acid, like before, is not hurting it. something he did prior to his transformation remains. Ideally, you should be able to pepper him with enough arrows and knock the hell out of him- maybe revert him to his human state and cure him of such madness...



Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238466)



Gascoigne the Beast
Ilven
Kalir

[Taelas]

"By the Cudgel!" Gregory swears in frustration, turning around and running back the opposite way. As soon as he gets close enough, he intones the words for another spell, holding high a holy symbol. He points at the beast.

Gregory runs back 40 feet, then casts destruction. It needs to make a DC 26 Fort save, or be destroyed. If it succeeds, it takes [roll0] damage instead.

HP: 184/196
AC: 30

[El'the Ellie]

Daun has no desire to be that close to the thing, and for the time being she had to assume the grand archmage of protection had a way of, well, protecting himself. Especially because she didn't really have much to help with. She flaps a bit, getting some more distance away.

Summoning the druidic energy that comes instinctually after so many years, she calls forth one of the most powerful creatures she knows: not naturally of this world, but an ally of the elements that create it.

Taking a 5 foot step up, then using True Seeing to spontaneously cast Summon Nature's Ally VII: greater fire elemental into the space as close to the beast as possible.

Casting defensively, cause I'm not taking any more chances with this thing's reach. [roll0]

And since this is a full round action, I believe it will arrive basically on my next turn.

[Cavir]

Kalir

No more thoughts of saving the beast. It was time to kill. It was a dangerous beast, still had to fight intelligently. The Way would provide. Another volley of arrows came in. This time he was glad for it. Kalir released a flurry of attacks with Thresher, then leapt back out of range of the beast.

Passed the Reflex save in OOC.
Full attack (2 swings + 1 trip attempt). If I trip it then stay. If it is still standing then Sudden Leap to get clear.

Thresher1: [roll0] crit: (on 16+): [roll1] (+INT to crit) (-2 aura)
damage: [roll2] + [roll3] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll4] + [roll5] Electric + Prismatic Spray effect [roll6] (-2 aura)

Thresher2: [roll7] crit: (on 16+): [roll8] (+INT to crit) (-2 aura)
damage: [roll9] + [roll10] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll11] + [roll12] Electric + Prismatic Spray effect [roll13] (-2 aura)

Trip1: [roll14] (-2 aura, No AoO from using flail, touch attack)
STR check: [roll15] (+6 Str, +4 Imp Trip, +5 Belt, -2 aura)

If Trip successful, Improved Trip attack:
Thresher2: [roll16] crit: (on 16+): [roll17] (+INT to crit) (-2 aura)
damage: [roll18] + [roll19] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll20] + [roll21] Electric + Prismatic Spray effect [roll22] (-2 aura)

If it is still standing, Sudden Leap with full speed Tumble. Jumping towards the lower left corner. Since I can't see column headers I'll start the labels from the left on the screenshot not counting the number column. (A, B, C, etc) which puts Ilven at E19 on that last screenshot. Jump will get me as far as I can to G34.
Jump [roll23] (-2 aura)
Tumble (DC 25) [roll24] (-2 aura)


http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/prismaticSpray.htm
5d8 rolled in case of an 8 or too many 8s. DC 20 for all.
1 Red 20 points fire damage (Reflex half)
2 Orange 40 points acid damage (Reflex half)
3 Yellow 80 points electricity damage (Reflex half)
4 Green Poison (Kills; Fortitude partial, take 1d6 points of Con damage instead)
5 Blue Turned to stone (Fortitude negates)
6 Indigo Insane, as insanity spell (Will negates)
7 Violet Sent to another plane (Will negates)
8 Struck by two rays; roll twice more, ignoring any “8” results.

DR 3/- (3 used)
Displacement 20%
+5 STR checks
+4 saves vs fear
Immune to blinded or dazzled
Low Light vision: 2x human
Hearing the Air: Blindsense 30' and +5 Listen

Battle Clarity: INT to Reflex saves (not flat-footed)
Uncany Dodge: Retain Dex when flat-footed or vs invisible enemy
Improved Uncany Dodge: Can't be flanked (like Barbarian)
Battle Ardor +INT to confirm crits
Battle Cunning: +INT damage vs flat-footed or flanked
Battle Skill: +INT to oppose bull rush, feint, overrun, sunder or trip attempt

HP: 123/238
AC: 21 Touch: 14 FF: 17 (-2 aura)

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: This is it!

This creature has wrought enough destruction for one night. Camus and the raven have been of great help, but this is a battle that began with you... and you're ending it.

Running towards the beast and still wreathed in Mystic Flames, you brandish your holy symbol and invoke the forbidden words, the ultimate teachings of your church. A power so vile, it is rarely used unless extreme circumstances call for it.

And this one would most likely apply.

The Beast shrieks and roars as you focus on it, uttering the words of power as the creature howls to the sky and holds on to its head in abject pain before cracks begin to appear all over its frame...

And then, with a beastly roar, green flames envelop it as the beast explodes in a wide radius, showering everyone on the Great Bridge in blood as a single distant knell can be heard.

@Daun, Camus & Gregory: It's over.

Whatever this thing was, where it came from... who knows. But it is no more. there is nothing left of it. except...

A single cracked bloody holy symbol. The symbol of St. Cuthbert.

[Taelas]

With suddenly weary fingers, Gregory bends down to pick up the cracked holy symbol of his god. He studies it with a slight frown.

He looks up at Camus, and turns his head to glance at the raven as well.

"Thank you for the assistance you provided," the inquisitor says. "I shall not forget this."

He sighs and closes his fist around the symbol. "Something sinister happened here tonight. This is the symbol of a Cuthbertine. It was embedded within the fur of that thing. How could it have gotten stuck there?"

[Chimaera]

Watching the creature leap towards him makes Camus a little bit unconfortable. He was hoping he didnt had to step into the battlefield, but I guess there is little room for not engaging.

His gloved fingers start to crackle with green lightning as the archmage was about to disintegrate it... But they disappear when the inquisitor smite down the creature for good, showering in blood, much to his disgust.

"Whate er that beast was I take he must have one of yours as a snack maybe?", he said pointing to the bloodied holy symbol, "I believe you can figure out which missing cuthbertine dont show up tomorrow or maybe you can divine on it and find out who it belonged to", Camus before holding his hand ul, "Just a moment".

The elf wizard fly down on the cold water and try to get rid if as much blood as possible from him before flying back up to the bridge.

"It would be wise to cordon the bridge so that no one get in danger of crossing it. At least until some engineer take a look at the structure".

The archmage then turn to the others.
"Do you know if there are more of those running around?"

[Taelas]

"While that is not an irrational assumption, surely it would have been in the thing's stomach, rather than worn. I think... Perhaps the beast itself was the Cuthbertine the symbol belonged to..." His voice trails off at the end, one gloved hand stroking his beard.

Gregory's forehead is marred by a deep frown.

After a minute, he shakes himself out of it. "Cordon off the bridge. Yes, excellent suggestion. I will see to it. I must be off for the Cathedral at once. Archmage, let me once again thank you for your assistance."

The inquisitor bows down deeply before the elf, then begins walking towards the Cathedral on foot.

[Chimaera]

"Either way you'll find out who it might be tomorrow", Camus answer the inquisitor and nod for the correct use of his title.

He look to Daun in raven form and decide to let she reveal herself or not, "Want us to escort you to the temple? The king did told us to avoid walking these streets alone tonight. I would Teleport us there, but something is odd in this night, messing with my teleportation".

He wait for the answer and should the inquisitor deny, he just give the man good night and take to the skies.

If Gregory accept, he will follow him to the Churches. If he reject, he go up and will decide where to flight: Gleendale or to follow Gregory and hace his back, even if he denied.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun dismisses the elemental as soon as it appears, breathing a sigh of relief as the monster is reduced to nothing. False alarm, spirit of fire.

She flutters over to Camus and Gregory. "I don't know how that... thing came to have a symbol of Saint Cuthbert, but whatever it was, it was not under some traditional curse. *Raawk* Perhaps there is some vile transmuter around the city delighting in corrupting members of the law.

It's late, I'm tired, and I should get my things before the end of the night. Goodnight Sir Gregory. Camus, thanks for the ocean tour." Despite the trials of the night, she seems cordial, invigorated by the fight.

In another flutter of black feathers, Daun flies off back to the Tersetti house to reclaim her belongings, using her last bit of healing along the way.

Flying back to her room to get the things she left before the Gala.

Also casting Cure Moderate Wounds, because I'm still kind of injured. [roll0]

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Is he the one The Crow was after....?!

By Kord, what is this thing?! It's so damn aggressive! One second, it was laying dead and now it's a ten foot tall beast, with a strength to match yours...

Taking him into custody isn't an option. You need to put him down. And put him down fast, otherwise, it will kill you and the Old Helguard. No wonder he's kept away from him, shooting from afar.

But that isn't the case for you. Thresher responds in kind, however...

As powerful an alloy as adamantine is, this monster's hide is incredibly resilient..barely a scratch. The enchantments placed upon it at Runestone don't even faze him. Acid may as well be spring water gently rolling off its hide.

A brief respite as you manage to knock the beast down. Get it on its back. Finish it off while it's struggling to get back up and...

...and the beast immediately uses one hand to spin its upper body back! He knew he was falling and averted it with some trick... not good. Time to leap back, gain some distance, as you perform acrobatics of your own and land by some gravestones, flail always in hand.


Round 2


@Kalir: The beast howls and then slavers as it fixes its blind gaze upon you.

lowering its body and almost getting on all fours, the creature roars and makes a pouncing leap, landing on top of you as it utterly wrecks your body and the gravestones used as cover in an explosion of stone, dirt, feathers and blood.

21 damage

19 damage

19 damage

It's big. It''s fast. It hits hard...

How are you going to about this?




Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238522)


Gascoigne the Beast
Ilven
Kalir







@Daun: Whatever it was, it's gone... good riddance.

You have seen all manner of wild animals and beasts of certain properties back in Glenndale, but never one such as that. It hit with monstrous strength and held itself against not one but three powerful casters and their summons.

But in the end, it was unable to withstand the power of St. Cuthbert, channeled through Sir Gregory. as to who or what made that thing? Lord Bardak Skylarios' answer seems the most obvious:

Magic!

As much as you may dislike those Captains of Industry, magic indeed may have been involved. But who wields magic here? Let's review:

You are able to harness Nature itself and transform into an animal, your current state. Never mind being able to adopt the more feral aspects of the world's most infamous predators, transforming you into a lethal killing machine.

Camus is able to call forth beings of such power, that a mere mortal's head would crack upon from just seeing them. And that's on a good day- the mages at Runestone are said to be capable of legendary feats in the arcane, able to meld reality at their very will.

Sir Gregory here, by virtue of his faith alone, turned that thing into nothing. Unmaking it completely. And that's before he was asked at the gala to drop down to size- he's usually a giant.

And that's just the three of you here. Many of your closest friends and acquaintances wield power comparable to yours. Some even more. So is Magic involved? Maybe.

A better question would be: who's magic?

And with that, you bid both man and elf good bye and fly through the fog filled night back to the Tersetti Estate. You were badly hit by that thing and so, use some of your own powers to patch your broken wing as you glide through the small opening of your window and collect yourself.

Your parents must be asleep by now. And should be for the long night ahead.


@Gregory: The symbol of Cuthbert, cracked and bloodied, stains your glove as you look at it and listen to the Archmage.

This thing... did it eat one of The Cudgel's faithful? There are no records of any in your church being a monster. That's ridiculous. It's impossible and yet...

Even upon their arrival, that thing was pretty much fixed on you and you alone. Resorting to fighting the others when they flew in to help. Perhaps Communing with St. Cuthbert may yield answers. Right now, as an Inquisitor, it is your job to exert the Law and cordon the bridge- not that there will be anyone coming here tonight. There wasn't and still isn't a single soul in the City, despite the brutal fight you had.


@Camus: And there she goes, flying into the night.

You did take her for a swim, so it would be understandable that she'd want to avoid any more magic tricks from you. As for that thing? A matter that warrants interest, for sure. Gregory should be able to gain some insight into what happened via his church and their faith. You?

You could teleport back to Runestone. This has been a strange night and there is much to report come the morrow...

Or you could follow the inquisitor as he walks along St. Abaidas Bridge towards Cathedral Ward.


@Gregory: You could head back to St. Cuthbert's Cathedral in the Royal District, which isn't too far from this place, but there is a reason you rode Galavant here before being stomped to near death.

Now Cathedral Ward is a massive place. Calling a "City within a City"is not too far a stretch. The Pelorian church, headed by High Father Jace Abaidas, the Exalted has a congregation so big devoted to the Sun, that they extended their temple grounds and converted it into a district of their own.

Today, most of those that live inside are pious men and women. Entire families devoted not only to the worship of Blessed Pelor, but to the advent of The Healing Church, whose Ministers are always willing and able to provide much needed succor to anyone in Halmathan for free. The Healing Church seeks to live up to Pelor's tenets as healers and so far, they have succeeded in spades.

Never will a man, woman or child find themselves wanting for the touch of the Divine to visit their wounds, both physical and spiritual.

However, as you approach the enormous highly decorated gate to Cathedral ward... this one is closed. The imposing door, made of wrought iron and decorated with hooded figures with their hands placed together in prayer watch silently as you look around past the gate for sign of anyone.

You can smell incense wafting from the gates...and some figure in the shadows... much like a large lump. But no one to greet you.

[El'the Ellie]

Daun keeps her business in the Tersetti Estate short. She keeps an eye out for any people walking along the rooftops like before, but mostly she just dives through her ajar window, shifts back into human form, collects her belongings, shifts back into the body of a raven, and flies back out. The night is late and getting later, she could parse through everything that happened in the morning.

With her items again at hand, she drifts lazily back towards Glenndale to find T'nauri and sleep.

Wild Shaping one last time.

[Chimaera]

"I'll call it a night then", he says and fly back to Runestone. Got a bottle of wine to drink and a lot to think about.

Once back to his tower he decides to take a shower and remove the blood from his body, putting his clothes in a bucket with water.

"That's at least four Presdigitations. What a mess!", he says looking to his clothes but then just shrugs. That will be problem for Future's Camus as Tonight's Camus had too much champagne and adventure tonight. It was actually kinda fun.

Laying on his bed he watch Thing crawling to his side. "Champagne, huh?"

[aReallyGreatAxe]

That heavy flail looked dangerous... but perhaps the madman was more so, Ilvan realizes as the man-turned-beast stands unscathed from the weapon's spray. Kalir had slain dragons! And this creature just took it like a child's slap and retaliated.

A nightmare and an ally was a more familiar situation, as the Helguard continues the task that had once been his- trying to bring the beast down.



Thank you for the screenshot link, that's much easier!

1.) Swift action, guided strike (Attacks overcome DR this round)
2.) Free action, boots of speed, round 9/10
3.) Full attack



Silver arrows

Haste: [roll0]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2] + [roll3] nonlethal + [roll4] acid = 13 nonlethal, 1 acid

Attack 1: [roll5]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7] + [roll8] nonlethal + [roll9] acid = 22 nonlethal, 2 acid

Attack 2: [roll10]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll11]
Damage: [roll12] + [roll13] nonlethal + [roll14] acid = 19 nonlethal, 2 acid

Attack 3: [roll15]
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll16]
Damage: [roll17] + [roll18] nonlethal + [roll19] acid = 14 nonlethal, 4 acid





HP= 36/160

Attack: 20base +2 bracers, +1 magic, +1 weapon focus, +4 eternal training, +1 haste, +3 stance =+32/27/22

Damage: +1d6 merciful, +1d6 acid, +1 bracers, +1 magic +4 eternal training, +1 haste, +3 stance= +10
arrows are silver again.
Still in blood in the water stance, effects apply upon a critical, but expire if ten rounds elapse since the last critical.
Blood in the water is +3, 9 rounds remaining until expiration.

-4 to all attack and damage rolls if Gascoigne does not count as an animal.
Out of range of Gascoigne's fear aura.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Dragons are supposed to be the most dangerous creatures in the world and that raptoran took two down with ease...

And yet, this mad man turned Beast has utterly ignored every single strike from his flail. Hell, even the acid sprays don't even harm him, but that thing is definitely putting the hurt on the Royal guard. Ferocious and untamed, frothing with rage and bloodlust, it has no problems tearing Oedon's Tomb apart and anyone standing in it.

You cannot abandon Kalir to die alone. As a Helguard, you have to put that threat down and as the arrows fly and strike the beast's back, it roars in pain. You may not be causing him to bleed much, but the volleys never stopped coming and even a body such as his has to give in sooner or later...

And by the gods, let it be soon.

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238524)



Gascoigne Beast
Ilven
Kalir


@Camus: Daun flew away and Inquisitor Gregory has decided to check Cathedral Ward.

As an arcanist, wizards have a kind of mixed feelings when it comes to faith. A god answers the call of his devout parishioners and imbues them with a sliver of his or her power, allowing them to perform miracles. Much like what Gregory did to that beast earlier.

But there is a caveat with priests like him- they are beholden to their god. Some might say shackled, even. Pray to a deity whose face one has never seen, blindly follow its tenets... and hope they answer graciously and sympathetically. Of course, there's the issue of a priest using the "wrong" spell and losing every single ability to cast, turning them into more than just a man in heavy armor or fancy church robes... and nothing more.

Not so for someone like you. When it comes to The Arcane, ethics exist, but they are far more relaxed than if you were raised at a convent. There are no limits to what a wizard can do. This, of course, has not gone unnoticed by the City as a whole. The day wizards at Runestone decided to take over the City... well, best not to think about that scenario.

There is a reason why The Academy is always very careful about who they admit. Mighty wizards walk the hallowed halls of Runestone and some, like the Grand Masters, wield extraordinary power. Some say enough to level Halmathan entire with a flick of their wrist.

And whether they are able to do that or not, it's never happened because Ethics come into play. Great power and however that adage goes.

All those thoughts course through your mind as you land on campus, bereft of anyone at this late hour as a few lights can be seen on the adjacent buildings around The Tower of Magi- some students must be burning the midnight lamp, oblivious to what you just witnessed.

And what did you witness? Teleportation mishap aside, this has been a very strange night. Something in the air... that you can't exactly put your finger on. But right now, you need rest.

And once in your room, you look up to Amarille's portrait and raise a glass in her honor, but not before checking your robes, drenched in sea water and blood... and this was the good robe. The one for galas.

And once finished cleaning up, you lay down in bed with Thing curling up by your legs.

Champagne... what a silly name.


@Daun: You mother will probably wonder why you didn't stay here tonight, but that should hardly be a surprise for her at this point.

Donning your druidic trappings, you leave the fancy wet clothes on the bed, for the maid to clean up in the morning and take one last look at the wedding dress before leaping off the window and adopting the form of a raven and fly away...

At this late hour and with so much fog, it's impossible that anyone would be seen on any rooftop. You do hear snoring coming from some homes below you as your black wings take you almost half way towards Glenndale Park, past the closed gate and into your little grove... or as little as it can be, given that you share it with T'nauri, whose as big as a cottage.

The park is quiet, with the occasional hoot from some distant owl and the fog seeping through the branches as you approach your grove and see some... light?

You didn't light a fire before leaving. That would be reckless. No, not smoke. A light spell that shines through the canopy as a woman's laughter can be heard and T'nauri's soft roar follows suit.

Is he... chuckling?

Landing on a nearby branch, you watch your companion laying down on the grove, munching on some leaves and a petite woman seated crosse legged on the floor with a pair of old worn sandals left at the grove's edge:



https://i.pinimg.com/736x/05/cf/19/05cf1999eeccdc556e82c68c4c1e1ba4--good-art-fantasy-women.jpg

She places her hand on T'nauri's beak and closes her eyes as she laughs again and so does your dino...

But who is she? And why is she here?

[El'the Ellie]

Daun alights on a sturdy branch and quietly shifts back to her natural form. At first seeing someone in her grove at this time of night agitated her, especially after the night's events. But T'nauri seemed to enjoy her company. Apparently she was even communicating with him, so she was no ordinary friend of the natural world. From the branch she sits on, Daun calls out in a cordial, albeit slightly weary tone: it's late and she's still bears some large cuts from the beast's assault.

"Hello there. T'nauri seems to like you, and that's enough for me to call you friend. What brings you here?"

[Taelas]

Gregory walks up to the gate, trying to spot anyone past it, without much luck. "Hello? Where is everyone?" he calls, then tries to open the gate.

[Cavir]

Of course a beast like that is skilled with pouncing. Another slashing like that and I'm done for. Need to get space and put this fight back on my terms.

Kalir batters at the last of the incoming attacks, then takes to the skies to get some space. "Sir Ilven, get yourself to high ground so it can't reach you easily. I need a potion or two."

Wall of Blades vs the last attack. [roll0]

If the beast has reach it would stop 10' from me on the charge right?

Withdraw movement: 5' up and diagonally back SW for two squares then the rest of the way straight up (60'). If the second square is threatened then tumble at full speed DC 25 [roll1] (-2 aura)

82/238hp +19 if WoB is successful

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: Well, who is that?

Resuming your human form, you walk into your grove as T' nauri immediately smells your scent and wags its massive tail, causing the woman to stand up immediately and look around, narrowly avoiding your pet's massive wag as she looks at her sandals on the grove's edge and then gives you a courteous bow.

"That is his name? I misunderstood it for Toonari...hehehehee! I must've made myself look like a fool to him all this time in his eyes, and he never let me know. Is this your home? I am sorry for intruding. I was looking for the Lady Silvarel and simply wandered off and caught sight of him, getting distracted.

Such a beautiful creature. You raised him? Druids never cease to amaze me. Yet another reason why I came seeking for The Lady of the Resting Meadows...""

The woman walks towards the edge of the grove and puts on her old worn sandals while looking up at you.

"That is one nasty scratch. I am sorry for what happened...must not have been pleasant.""


@Gregory: The gate is shut tight.

Normally, there would be watchmen on patrol. That is customary. Cathedral Ward, like many other districts and buildings, usually close after a certain hour, but they usually have someone to answer for anyone coming in. Even at this late hour.

And upon your demands for anybody to show up, the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard amidst the fog as a tall individual walks towards the gate:


https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/185/470/large/antje-vdh-church-doctor.jpg?1458389919

Church Doctors.

You have heard of these guys. They are exclusively found in Cathedral Ward, where they patrol the streets and bring aid and solace to any so afflicted, in true perpetuation of the Healing Church's tenets and beliefs. These guys are seldom if ever seen beyond the gates of Cathedral Ward, working exclusively within its massive confines. As tall as you- and maybe a foot or so more- these devoted officers of the Healing Church are not known to be big on words, unlike the Healing Ministers which are found around Halmathan.

The tall man stops a few feet from the gate and aims its cane at you, pointing out the obvious- that it is closed...

And then turns its back on you and walks away.

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: This thing is no joke.

Wading in blindly will get you killed. Not only is it fast, but each claw packs a lethal punch. You need to capitalize on the fact that Oedon's Tomb does not have a ceiling and so, you propel yourself upwards, using the debris caused by the beast's destruction to gain some much needed altitude.

He doesn't fly, but he's fast. You need to take him down just as quickly. One false move, and it's over...



Round 3

@Ilven: Kalir managed to get airborne. Good.

Now, all you need is to find some upper ground and...

and it is at that moment that the beast sniffs the air and turns its blind gaze towards you as it gets nearly on all fours and leaps towards you, destroying the gravestones in the process as his massive frame envelops you and raising a single bloody claw, it strikes with bestial strength, enough to send you flying back!

30 damage. Reflex DC 30 or be sent flying back 10ft. and prone




Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238528)



Beast Gascoigne
Ilven
Kalir

[Cavir]

Kalir had a variety of magic potions to aid him in this fight. The problem was if he spent the time on them the helguard would probably be dead by then. Back into the fray!

"Use this chance to get out of there!"

The raptoran put himself into a fast dive and upon reaching the beast he again swung multiple times with Thresher while also trying to trip up the creature.

Diving Pouncing Charge. 40' flight speed plus extra speed from downward movement is plenty. Attacking from diagonally next to the beast, 15' up. Using Tumble to get into reach.
Tumble DC25 [roll0] (-2 aura).

Thresher1: [roll1] crit: (on 16+): [roll2] (+INT to crit, -2 Aura)
damage: [roll3] + [roll4] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll5] + [roll6] Electric (-2 aura) + Prismatic Spray effect [roll7]

Thresher2: [roll8] crit: (on 16+): [roll9] (+INT to crit, -2 Aura)
damage: [roll10] + [roll11] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll12] + [roll13] Electric (-2 aura) + Prismatic Spray effect [roll14]

Trip attack: [roll15] (-2 aura, touch attack)
STR check: [roll16] (+6 Str, +4 Imp Trip, +5 Belt, -2 aura)

Improved Trip attack: [roll17] crit: (on 16+): [roll18] (+INT to crit, -2 Aura)
damage: [roll19] + [roll20] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll21] + [roll22] Electric (-2 aura) + Prismatic Spray effect [roll23]


http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/prismaticSpray.htm
5d8 rolled in case of an 8 or too many 8s. DC 20 for all.
1 Red 20 points fire damage (Reflex half)
2 Orange 40 points acid damage (Reflex half)
3 Yellow 80 points electricity damage (Reflex half)
4 Green Poison (Kills; Fortitude partial, take 1d6 points of Con damage instead)
5 Blue Turned to stone (Fortitude negates)
6 Indigo Insane, as insanity spell (Will negates)
7 Violet Sent to another plane (Will negates)
8 Struck by two rays; roll twice more, ignoring any “8” results.
DR 3/- (3 used)
Displacement 20%
+5 STR checks
+4 saves vs fear
Immune to blinded or dazzled
Low Light vision: 2x human
Hearing the Air: Blindsense 30' and +5 Listen

Battle Clarity: INT to Reflex saves (not flat-footed)
Uncany Dodge: Retain Dex when flat-footed or vs invisible enemy
Improved Uncany Dodge: Can't be flanked (like Barbarian)
Battle Ardor +INT to confirm crits
Battle Cunning: +INT damage vs flat-footed or flanked
Battle Skill: +INT to oppose bull rush, feint, overrun, sunder or trip attempt

HP: 82/238
AC: 21 Touch: 14 FF: 17

[aReallyGreatAxe]

The swing slams Ilvan into the wall in a rain of shattered gravestones and moss and he crumples to the ground, struggling for breath. It's tempting to stay there against the cold stone's comfort, the raptoran could finish the fight and let him rest.

Then there's an order- he's good at following those, and so he staggers to his feet.




Wow, fast to post before I got here. (Can't see the map on mobile, for whatever reason, had to get to the laptop.)

Being pushed 10' puts Ilvan in C19, up against the wall, 15' away from the Reverend, yes?

HP = 6/160 :smallbiggrin:

1.) Move action: get up
2.) free action, boots of haste, last charge
3.)Move, 60' south to... F28?
8 rounds remaining of blood in the water, for completeness' sake.


[/SPOILER]

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Perhaps remaining retired would've been a good idea.

You have fought in many skirmishes before. Against all manner of opponents. But this guy... he's on a different league entirely. It seems to get stronger the more you strike him. If he manages to escape Oedon's Tomb, the death count will number by the dozens. Maybe even hundreds.

And as your body gets thrown against a tombstone and every single bone in your body cries in agony, you spit some blood on the ground and watch Kalir engage the beast.

Hopefully he can keep him busy, as sparks fly and the beast roars in the raptoran's direction as you wince and get up, running as far away from this monster. The effect of your boots is rapidly fading, as you nearly trip on some debris left by the beast's warpath and look at the battle from a good distance.


@Kalir: Ilven may be a Helguard.

But truth be told, they are retired for a reason. Their time is way past. The heroes of Old earned lofty praise for their actions out in the field. Many have opted to cease their training, live a simpler life. Not put their life on the line.

That's why the Royal Guard exists- Championing those ideals placed by Captain Ludwig, your Order is here to maintain just that. Halmathan has enjoyed peace for a long time. And by Kord...

It will continue!

Thresher strikes the beast as many times as you possibly can swing. A flurry of metal and lightning, not unlike an Angel descending from the Heavens to Smite some accursed infidel.

And as sparks and blood fly all over, the immense beast takes each swing with punishing stride. Who knows what made him, but you are sending him back to it!

And although his robust beastly legs do not allow you to trip him, it's hurt...

Very much so, as it exhales deeply and blood drips from his entire body, but is he down? No... not yet.


Round 4

@Kalir: The beast roars right in your face and its right claw glows with a blood red aura as it head butts you right on the forehead, causing you to become dazed for a split second...

Enough for the beast to plunge its claw and rip your inside in a fountain of blood!

41 damage. Fortitude DC 21 or be dazed for 1 round

Where is he getting such strength????

And whether you are able to withstand the pain or not, the Beast drops you behind and leaps further away, badly hurt, but not ready to abandon his initial prey.

vs Gascoigne if Kalir isn't dazed

Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=238529)



Beast Gascoigne
Ilven
Kalir (if not dazed)

[Cavir]

Kalir

The now Royal Guard had dealt with beasts who were as fearsome, but he had more allies with him. This beast was different in trying to get clear of them for some reason. Didn't matter, couldn't let this thing escape. Even with the headbutt he just suffered he had to finish it off. Death was near for all three of them, but who would fall first?



41 damage. Fortitude DC 21 or be dazed for 1 round
Fort [roll0]

AoO if Save made. I'm AFB so not sure this is possible, but I want to use a maneuver (Emerald Razor) on the AoO to make it a touch attack.

Thresher: [roll1] crit: (on 16+): [roll2] (-2 aura) Touch attack?
damage: [roll3] + [roll4] Electric (-2 aura)
crit: [roll5] + [roll6] Electric + Prismatic Spray effect [roll7] (-2 aura)


http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/prismaticSpray.htm
5d8 rolled in case of an 8 or too many 8s. DC 20 for all.
1 Red 20 points fire damage (Reflex half)
2 Orange 40 points acid damage (Reflex half)
3 Yellow 80 points electricity damage (Reflex half)
4 Green Poison (Kills; Fortitude partial, take 1d6 points of Con damage instead)
5 Blue Turned to stone (Fortitude negates)
6 Indigo Insane, as insanity spell (Will negates)
7 Violet Sent to another plane (Will negates)
8 Struck by two rays; roll twice more, ignoring any “8” results.

DR 3/-
Displacement 20%
+5 STR checks
+4 saves vs fear
Immune to blinded or dazzled
Low Light vision: 2x human
Hearing the Air: Blindsense 30' and +5 Listen

Battle Clarity: INT to Reflex saves (not flat-footed)
Uncany Dodge: Retain Dex when flat-footed or vs invisible enemy
Improved Uncany Dodge: Can't be flanked (like Barbarian)
Battle Ardor +INT to confirm crits
Battle Cunning: +INT damage vs flat-footed or flanked
Battle Skill: +INT to oppose bull rush, feint, overrun, sunder or trip attempt

HP: 44/238
AC: 21 FF: 17 Touch: 14

[El'the Ellie]

Daun chuckles and pats T'nauri's forhead.

"Ah, he doesn't judge too quickly, I wouldn't worry." She steps closer into the Light.

"Oh that, eh, it's nothing," she says, trying to play down her injury. T'nauri gives her a sniff, then a look. Daun rolls her eyes and says to him, "Yes, there was a fight. I'm fine. I'll tell you about it later." He doesn't stop giving her the look until somewhat exasperated she says in druidic. "Really T'nauri. I'm fine."

She turns her attention back to their visitor. "He's certainly an eye catcher. We kind of raised each other, but yeah. Lady Silvarel is away for some time, unfortunately. Maybe I can help if you need her for something immediate? I'm Daun, by the way. You've already met T'nauri. And you are..?"

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Screw getting to higher ground, Ilvan was not running another step. If the beast got away, wounds dealt without intent to kill were quickly healed, and the city would suffer for his mistakes.

As Kalir was suffering now from the beast's wild swings.

The beast is free of the guard- whether trying to run or finish them off, it doesn't matter. If it decided to charge, Ilvan would now be too slow to get out of the way. Only one thing to do; keep attacking and hope the creature was near finished.



EDIT: Crit math in progress Crit math complete

1.) Swift action, guided strike (Attacks overcome DR this round)
2.) Full attack




Silver arrows

Attack 1: [roll0] : Critical.
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2] + [roll3] nonlethal + [roll4] acid = 14 nonlethal + 4 acid
Crit damage: 24 nonlethal
Total= 42 nonlethal, 4 acid

Attack 2: [roll5] +1, but natural one
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7] + [roll8] nonlethal + [roll9] acid = natural one

Attack 3: [roll10] +1 stance =41
Critical confirmation, if needed: [roll11]
Damage: [roll12] + [roll13] nonlethal + [roll14] acid +1 stance =23 nonlethal, 5 acid






HP= 6/160

Attack: 20base +2 bracers, +1 magic, +1 weapon focus, +4 eternal training, +3 stance =+31/26/21

Damage: +1d6 merciful, +1d6 acid, +1 bracers, +1 magic +4 eternal training, +3 stance= +9
arrows are silver again.
Still in blood in the water stance, effects apply upon a critical, but expire if ten rounds elapse since the last critical.
Blood in the water is +3, 7 rounds remaining until expiration.

-4 to all attack and damage rolls if Gascoigne does not count as an animal.
Out of range of Gascoigne's fear aura.

EDIT: Blood in the water is now +4, 9 rounds remaining until expiration

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: T'nauri ambles by your side, causing the grove to shake under each lumbering step while you reassure your companion that you are fine, just a scratch. A mild fight.

The woman looks up at the impressive beast and smiles before her face turns grim.

"They sure are beautiful creatures, aren't they? This City has always fascinated me... and yet, it is not without its fair share of horror. For when the Moon lies low. When the Old Adage is forgotten and those, blinded by its allure Commune from it..."

The woman stands positively rigid and looks off into the distance as a cold wind blows through the forest before she shakes her head a few times and places her hand on her face.

"I am sorry, Daun. I hope I did not say anything to make you and T'nauri... uncomfortable. Yes! I was looking for Lady Silvarel. I wished an audience with her. But even for me, she can be rather elusive when she wants to. Clever druid, that one. May her wits remain like so for years to come.

If you see her, please tell her... tell her I am sorry. And to watch upon her flock and those that have dwelled here before, for Ambition and Cruelty have yet to rear its face upon this land. And those who would claim stewardship are already gone."

The woman wraps her cloak around her body and takes a few steps away from the grove as she looks at both you and T'nauri before disappearing into the mists.

"The pleasure was all mine, child. Be safe."

She never gives her name, but simply walks away, not be seen or heard.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Standing on your last legs and in a graveyard of all places... ideal, really.

Won't have to move the body far to be interred. But before you collapse, be it from these wounds or those the beast is about to visit upon you, you fire yet another volley of arrows on the creature's hide, puncturing him deeply.

You may not have been dealing mortal damage, but you have been consistently shooting this mad man before and post transformation. There has yet to be a man in all of Halmathan that can match your skill with a bow and this shows as the last volley of arrows strike the beast squarely in the chest and this one roars, swiping at the air a few times in a frenzy before dropping to his knees and collapsing on the ground, unconscious.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Confirm the kill, report to the Captain. Hopefully more true now. "Don't trust he's down," Ilvan repeats to the Raptoran, then cautiously approaches the beast's body without lowering his weapon. This madman had played dead before.


This may be the paranoia talking, but readying a standard action to shoot Gascoigne if he moves.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: Confirm the kill. Report to the captain...

If only Captain Ludwig were around for someone close enough to your rank to report. Right now you have a badly wounded Kalir and yourself are on Death's Door.

An so, aiming your bow at the beast, you cautiously walk towards it as dozens of arrows stick to its back and chest and face. You pin cushioned this bastard into a painful slumber. He isn't dead- all it takes is either time to recover or some foolish priest to patch him back and this thing will continue its rampage, killing indiscriminately.

He's played dead before and it nearly cost your life. Not taking any chances as you let Kalir know about this and then...


@Kalir & Ilven: As the beast lays down, knocked cold by the elf's arrows, light steps can be heard descending into Odeon's Tomb as The Crow makes its appearance.

The same one spotted eavesdropping Ilven.

The one who sparred against Kalir, given her bloodstained feather cloak.

The Hunter looks at the body and then at both of you.

"Do not hesitate, Old Hunter- he would not. If anything, you'll be granting him Mercy."

[Cavir]

Kalir flaps his wings a couple of times and lands by the fallen beast, ready to smash it again if it budges. He turns to the helguard. "Sir Ilven, were fighting him. Any reason to not finish him off?"

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Your body is on fire right now, and not the good kind.

That beast disemboweled you with monstrous strength as you land close to the Helguard, his bow aimed at the beast's skull, well aware that although his shots were on point, his bow is not designed to kill, but to subdue.

The amount of shots on the beast have dropped him. It still breathes, faintly. But it has been knocked out. There is little to be known about this creature, except that it nearly killed both of you.

The Crow does not get any closer and remains by the stairs.

"You remember what I told you, little boy? There isn't much else to do.

You cannot domesticate it.

It will not see the light of reason.

Any traces it had of his Humanity are now gone. A cruel end to those who devote themselves to the Hunting of Beasts. End his life now. It is a downed animal and a threat to everyone should it awaken.""

[El'the Ellie]

Daun stands uncomfortably as the woman waxes poetic.

"No, we're not uncomfortable. What's the Old Adage? What do you mean, is something going to happen?"

As the woman walks away, she half-shouts after her. "What is your name!"

But the lady is gone, as mysterious as she came. Daun watches the place she last stood for a moment, spacing out lost in thought.

"Well that was weird... This whole night was weird..."

As if in response, T'nauri yawns and rolls on his side.

"Alright, scooch. It's cold." Daun unrolls her bedroll and pillow stored under a nearby maple tree after brushing a few ants off of it and sidles up next to the warm triceratops.

She watches the twinkling stars drawing lines for the constellations in her mind, and massaging her injured shoulder a bit. T'nauri gives a low grumble. In a quiet voice, she starts sharing her events of the evening."Right! Let's see... Well, I went to the house to change for SMC's dumb showoff night. There was this... guy, standing on the rooftop, behind the chimney. Yeah he just sort of watched me fly home.

"The party thing was... well, you know how it is. Lots of snickering and all that." T'nauri grumbles in solidarity. "Yeah well... Anyway, Camus was there. Amarille's husband, you remember her? The king was there too. Would you believe it, when we were getting seated, he asked me to sit with him. Yeah, it was strange. I mean, I was honored I guess. Haha, you should have seen Mother's face. I guess that probably shut everyone up. Yeah, I think he wanted some representative of the Druids and I mean, no one else was there, so why not?

"Anyway, they took us down underground and showed off this... thing. A big metal worm that burrows underground, basically. It's supposed to move people all over the city. No, bigger than you." Another rumble from the triceratops. "Haha, yes! Much bigger. Yeah, I'm worried too. They brought us on it. It was... fancy, I guess. I mean it was very fancy, but you know how those noble types are. Drinks and smiles and all that. They drove it around the city, and then something stopped them at one of the places they were supposed to show off. They pretended everything was fine but... yeah, it smelled like death and sewage. I dunno, I have half a mind to check it out. That was kind of it, we left and went back to the Royal Mare for some drinks. Me and Camus and Kalir, that Royal Guard raptoran that comes around the park every once in a while. There were some drunk guys there that said there was a Hag in the park? I know right? Kind of crazy, but I think I'll ask around anyway.

Camus and I left, and there was horrible howling noise. We... well we tried to follow it. That archmage Camus tried to teleport us there. I think he was drunk or something, he teleported us into the ocean! I dunno what he was thinking. We just flew over instead, to that huge bridge. There was this huuuge beast. Nah, you're probably still bigger, but he was pretty close. One of those inquisitors was fighting him, but it was looking pretty rough. I don't know what it was, and that was probably the weirdest thing. I mean it looked like some big bear or wolf but definitely wasn't. It didn't seem to like fire at all though. Yeah, I saved the inquisitor's life. The fire burned that thing and then the inquisitor just... exploded it. Yeah, not much left. It hurt like a son of a b**ch though. And then... yeah, back here after picking up my stuff from home."

Daun yawns and rolls to her side. "That's about it buddy. A weird day. See you in the morning..."

And after a moment, Daun nods off to sleep.

I'm kind of getting the vibe she's not going to answer my questions at the moment so I wrote my post assuming as much. If she does stop and answer then we can keep talking.

[Taelas]

Gregory studies the man through the gate but does not say anything. It seems he will not be able to investigate tonight. Better to return on the morrow, refreshed and once more strengthened by Cuthbert's blessings.

The inquisitor goes home to the Cathedral of St. Cuthbert. Once there, he orders a cordon for the bridge and for an engineer to inspect it in the morning. He also tries to find out if any Cuthbertines is missing.

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: Halmathan has over a million people.

It is true that for years, the City has prided itself over its diversity not only racially, but also creed wise. What they fail to mention in the brochure is that you do get the odd nut case. Inevitable with so many people clumped together in such an urban sprawl.

Whatever this woman is saying, it makes little to no sense. Ramblings of a mad man? Most likely. And although she never reveals her name to you, she does answer one of your questions before fading away into the foliage of Glenndale Park:

Ambitions from a tragic past come to haunt us today... and shall worm themselves into our Future.

More ramblings. None which you can make out any Rhyme or Reason.

This has been a weird night, indeed. T'nauri moves its sizable bulk and slumps down on the cold grass as a cold wind blows through the trees and you unfurl your bedroll, making sure there are no bed bugs in it as your scaled companion listens to a recount of the evening.

T'nauri understands some of the things you tell him, showing anger at the fact that something would be bigger than him...and far more ferocious. Kalir is a name he does recognize- bird people are not that common, despite their being a small community in the City, they do visit Glenndale a lot, since it's as natural a place as their homes.

Kalir, bearing the uniform of a Royal Guard, definitely stands out.

And as the immense dino begins to snore beside you, you look up at the moon, which seems larger than life and your mind goes back to everything that happened this evening.

You almost died back at that bridge. Whatever that thing was, you got lucky, that's the truth. But there is the other matter... that station, with the pungent smell and equally acrid excuses from the nobles. Perhaps you may need to visit that place in the future...

But for now, your body definitely needs rest, as your eyes grow heavy and sleep takes over.


@Gregory: If given time, chances are you could bash this gate open with several mace swings...

And then the Church of St. Cuthbert would be accused of breaking the Law. Cathedral Ward and St. Abaidas Bridge are districts in the City, yes. But they have their own lawfully assigned representatives. It is not uncommon for Cuthbertines to be present and dispense the Law, but going on a hunch alone is not enough, never mind destroying private property. The paperwork alone could take days or months, still...

You could come see Cathedral Ward come sunrise. The gates should be open for everyone and they aren't known for keeping people out...except tonight, apparently. Someone inside may be able to offer you much needed guidance.

The walk through the fog filled streets of Halmathan is eerily quiet. Not a single carriage in sight as the light from the lamp posts barely cast off any shed of brilliance as the roiling fog carries shapes that seem to elude the corner of your eye, only to be gone within seconds...

Being jumpy is only natural- you were crushed by some beast not too long ago and nearly died for it. Even paladins can get nervous at times, after all.

And finally, you reach Cuthbert's Cathedral, with its dark gothic architecture and make your way up the long stairs as a pair of guards nearly doze off before they stand at attention upon hearing your loud metal boots on stone and gulp at your sight.

Even without your gigantic stature, you command respect from these men. you are after all, a high ranking Inquisitor. However, when you order the bridge cordoned, both guards look at each other and then at you.

"Inquisitor du Vay... you mean St. Abaidas Bridge? Tonight? Uhh... sir, we can do it, yes. But it is awfully late. We don't have the man power right now to do that, but I can assure you we can get a squad ready first thing in the morning, as well as an engineer.

As for anyone missing... no, Inquisitor. We have seen nobody leave the Cathedral. Everyone has been soundly asleep or keeping guard of the cells below. We will run an exhaustive search to see if anyone left during your absence. Have a good night, sir."

The halls are dimly lit, with the statues of stern angels looking down at you as you walk towards your chambers and look at the cracked and bloody symbol and head to your room, kept immaculately clean and simple. No room for ornate emblems and fancy seats like the Dragon's Flight.

A painting of Julienne, your children and you, wearing far more comfortable clothes than heavy armor and shields and showing a sign of you that has not been seen in a long time, since...

A smile. A day at the park with the kids and wife. Julienne nearly lost it when your boy decided to chase a fawn deeper into the woods, only for it to be a druid in disguise, who lead them to a private rotunda where you had prepared her birthday party in secret.

That painting is the last shred of evidence that you once had a family here and now...

Now you light a candle, like every night, And lay on your bed, looking up at the wooden beams on the ceiling. Where did that thing come from? Why now? why you? And could you have bested it alone?

Had Camus and the raven not shown up, who knows. But come sunrise, you have a lot of things to investigate.

This isn't over.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan looks up at the Crow’s entrance, keenly aware a stiff breeze could knock him over. The Hunter didn’t appear to be hostile- for now. Who could tell with these unpredictable killers?

”I’m no Hunter,” he replies warily. ”But it’s not our place to deal out death, mercy or not. There’s an entire system of law for that.”
“How can you be certain in any case that... whatever happened cannot be undone? Are you blessed by the gods? A master of magic? Or just trying to tie up loose ends?”

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: You saw the Crow earlier and could’ve easily attacked her.

Given how she’s bleeding now, taking her down would be exceedingly simple as her mask and hollow eyes fix on you.

“You are no Hunter? Ah yes...yes, of course.

Regardless, if you are here and you faced him, it is your place to deal out a swift merciful end. Your “laws” do not apply to Beasts- that is why Hunters exist, whether you carry that title or not.

That man was a Hunter. A very good one who fell into bloodlust and its allure and so, became a Beast.

I was tracking him down when I saw you pick up the trail. Given your reputation, it should’ve been quick...

My mistake.”

The Crow takes a few steps forward but not too close from both and the fallen beast.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened. It won’t be the last. As for the gods and their blessings? Heheheheee.....

How truly blessed we are, aren’t we, Helguard?”

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan is sorely tempted to shoot down this particular bird. First a Hunter to attack him physically, then one to declare war on his ego. Perfect.

”Look around you, Madam Crow. I see walls, buildings, gates... wouldn’t that mean we’re in the city? Beast or not, the laws of the land are paramount. Killing him in battle would have been blameless, but butchering a helpless opponent... that’s a grey area if I’ve ever seen one. Right, right, you caught a free pass to murder as you please.”

He can hardly believe what he’s saying; arguing for the life of the horrifying creature and perhaps antagonizing one of the most dangerous killers in Halmathan’s history. When he continues, his words are a little kinder, but the tone makes his thoughts on the matter clear.

“Last I checked, the Scourge was over. Thank you for the kind advice. If what you’re saying is true, couldn’t this unfortunate beast be used to prepare for whatever mad hunters come next? Dragonslayer, you are the Guard and force of law here; do you side with our masked friend?”

Yes, let Kalir sort it out, make the Hunter go away. And if he chose to end things... better the beast go by a Guardsman’s choice than a Hunter’s.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: The gall on this killer!

Look where you live. The people that live here. You are bound by Laws, walls and gates. This isn't the wilds, where killing all manner of beasts is seen as sport and yet, The Crow keeps her hollow eyes fixed on yours as she points at the beast, dropped and unconscious on the ground.

"There is a certain advantage with old age, isn't it?

That thing used to be a man. It used to abide by the sanctity of the Laws you embrace with such zealous fervor. It no longer recognizes any of the things you claim, Ilven Selma. If it wakes up- and it will, given your hesitation- it will not care about anything you have said. It will kill and prowl and keep killing. Attempting to satiate a blood lust that will never end.

And chances are, it will go after you first.

As for a free pass to murder? Is that how you see me? Rest assured, the irony has not gone unnoticed.""


The Crow takes another few steps closer towards you and Kalir. Its hands cannot be seen, hidden by her black feathery cape as she stops and looks at both.

"Are you sure about The Scourge? Yes, that is what they say, right? Perhaps you have forgotten about something, since the Law seems so important to you:

All beasts must be hunted and put down... as would those that shelter them.""

[Cavir]

Kalir

"The Crow is the reason I'm here, else it looks like you would be dead and the beast ravaging the city. I hadn't met her before. She and I are the reason for each of us not being in prime condition for the fight. You can see she likes to insult, even if those insults end up insulting herself. This 'little boy' was the one that put her in her current condition."

"I found her dealing with murderers of a good man. I presumed wrong and we fought but came to a truce. She directed me here and the information she gave me proved true here. It must pain her to see one of her own to fall."

"If it had gone back to a man while laying there I would agree with taking him in. The King is partial to trying to save people. The beast remains. A severe threat to all three of us and the city at large. It cannot be allowed to remain a threat."

The Royal Guard steps forward and does what is needed to keep the city safe.

Coup de Grace. Auto crit. Ilven has time to interfere but would have to be definitive or forceful.

Hmm, hadn't thought about the Prismatic Spray effect being part of a Coup de Grace. Ouch.

crit: [roll0] + [roll1] Electric +6 INT + Prismatic Spray effect [roll2]


http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/prismaticSpray.htm
5d8 rolled in case of an 8 or too many 8s. DC 20 for all.
1 Red 20 points fire damage (Reflex half)
2 Orange 40 points acid damage (Reflex half)
3 Yellow 80 points electricity damage (Reflex half)
4 Green Poison (Kills; Fortitude partial, take 1d6 points of Con damage instead)
5 Blue Turned to stone (Fortitude negates)
6 Indigo Insane, as insanity spell (Will negates)
7 Violet Sent to another plane (Will negates)
8 Struck by two rays; roll twice more, ignoring any “8” results.

EDIT: I keep rolling acid damage on this acid resistant thing!

[AlanBruce]

@Kalir: Sir Ilven has shown to be kind. A good trait.

But perhaps his time away from those grim marches has made him blind to some very uncomfortable truths. This is a beast. An enemy that had no problems tearing both of you apart and would have decimated everyone if let loose tonight.

The Crow may be acerbic with her comments, but she speaks truthfully. Perhaps, had this monster reverted. Turned back into a man... then the courts would have held him accountable and given him the trial he deserves, but as it is now...

This City is under your watch. Allowing this thing loose would bring untold pain and suffering to many and so, you grip Thresher with both hands and raise it over your head as you watch the beast's index begin to twitch and with a mighty blow, flesh, skull and blood splatter all over you as the creature howls in excruciating pain as its body immolates in green flames for almost a minute before turning into nothing but ash, washed away by the cold winds of Oedon's Tomb.

The Crow kneels before what used to be the beast and lowers her beaked mask, placing her hands together in prayer.

"You are free now, Gascoigne... you are free."


@Ilven & Kalir: The Crow gets up and looks at both.

"You see now? How difficult was that choice? If you would face more of them, for the City that is... be wary. Beasts are looming everywhere now. More so than before. And that is why we Hunters hunt, as heinous as that act may be for some.

Dawn will break in a few hours. The bells shall signal the arrival of a new day. Awash all this madness and blood from our bodies and minds...hehhehehe. Ah yes, that is a pretty poetic thought, no?""

The Crow turns her back to both and starts walking out of the Tomb.

"Be wary, Little Boy and Old Helguard. if you wish to help the City, Old Halmathan may prove to be of some sport to you...hehhehehheheheee!

Hunting beasts can be a rapturous affair, yes. But become too enthralled by the blood, and then you'll be a Hunter no more...

And then you will have to answer to me.""


The Crow walks up the steps of Oedon's Tomb and disappears amidst the fog, leaving both of you surrounded by a whole bunch of destruction and chopped up bodies.

[Chimaera]

One shower and half a bottle later, Camus rolls in his bed and get up, finding difficult to get to sleep.
And here I thought I would just fall asleep like a stone. What a night!, he thinks to himself and decide to make a cup of tea to see if it helps him get to sleep. There were many things to report tomorrow and maybe even a bridge to take a look at come the morrow.

"What could possily be that beast?", he ask Thing, making the weasel jump from the table and run toward his private bookshelf, "Yeah, maybe I could try some research at the library for any creature like that... Tomorrow".

Definitly tomorrow. Tonight all he wanted was to get some sleep.

After drinking the tea and thinking of the happenings of the night, Camus walk back to his room and leave a beautiful red feather on top of a sheet of scroll in his bed-table. "Schreibe", he order it as it seems to be raised by gentle invisible hand and start to to write with the same caligraphy as that of the mage.


https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/8/8c/Phoenix_feather_HP2_Jim_Kay.png/revision/latest?cb=20160330141746

Using Quill of Scribing to scribe a scroll of Greater Invisibility.

Archmage Camus let the scratching from the quill in the scroll lulls him into his trance, Thing was coiled at hs feet and was still not sure if it was named Champagne or not.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

"Very well." Ilvan stands aside and lets Kalir finish the beast. While he might personally disagree, the Raptoran's reasoning was sound, and the creature's flashy exit was alarming. Thank the gods the tomb was not heavily wooded, or they may have had a conflagration to deal with on top of everything.

The Crow was full of hot air- or had he really grown so weak and useless that he couldn't take a single rabid creature? It was easy to doubt the thing's strength when it was nothing more than ash on the breeze, like the ashes beyond the next gate. Old Halmathan... hadn't that place been destroyed? The Crow was likely sending them on a wild goose chase. But he knew full well he would go anyway.

He does not bid the Hunter farewell as she fades into the mist. Once he's sure that the Crow is gone, he turns to Kalir. "Thank you for coming when you did. I underestimated the beast, made some poor decisions." He nods. Close enough to an apology- if one was really needed.

Cold wind slices the air of Oedon's tomb. Every part of him ached, but he couldn't leave yet. He'd made a promise to a little girl and, if guardsmen were among the victims, he had concerns of his own.

"Before we report this...mess, could I ask your aid on one more thing? Do you see a large red brooch among the dead... or fancy lion armor?" He tries to keep his tone light on the last. Just another question.

As he queries Kalir, he makes a quick search of anything among the bodies that catches the moonlight- like gems or metal. He doesn't want to disturb the corpses he'd nearly joined, but he has to know. Callum's taste was elaborate enough that it would stand out even if the victims were unidentifiable.



Should a search check be necessary, it is here:
[roll0]

And, should nothing be found, he'll retrieve the music box.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: And so the mad man is gone...

Whatever happened to that beast, who knows. The Crow seemed to know him, a mark she had set up to Hunt before she left him to you. But years of retirement and all the action out there as a Helguard have caused you to lower your guard. The City is safe... as safe as it can be.

Then why did you almost die tonight?

The Crow is gone. No sympathy for a Hunter, merciless killers the whole lot. They fight without any honor. Butchers sanctioned years ago to give in to their own beastly urges amongst the good folk of this City.

The stench of blood is still heavy around Oedon's Tomb as you catch your breath and look around at the chopped corpses... may Callum not be amongst them, as you limp around the grave yard and find the old music box, covered in your blood and broken from the fall.

Prior to getting the box from the little girl, you never bothered to check it. When you fought the mad man, you barely had time to wind it and run for your life. But now, as the Raptoran assists in the search for any familiar faces amongst the dead, you wipe some blood off the lid.

Inside the lid is a small scrap of paper, perhaps an old message. Two names can be made out, however faintly, Viola and Gascoigne.

The pile of bodies is big. Thankfully not big enough to have to swim through severed limbs. A bunch of men, all feral looking and with their eyes blank as their tongues stick out postmortem...

And then a lady. White fair skin. Hair tied in a bun and wearing a red dress. She has been tossed aside the corpse pile and shows claw marks on the jugular, an instant kill. Something around her neck, though:


https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/Red_Jeweled_Brooch.jpg

A woman's bright-red brooch, engraved with the name Viola.

Perhaps the jewel is a gift from a hunter. It was customary for warriors- regardless of affiliation- to gift those under their care with something meaningful before departing into the unknown, a memento for those loved ones to remember them by.

There is something else lying around...one thing you would recognize all too well:


https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81z3%2BXIwChL._SX425_.jpg

One of the trick weapons from the workshop, commonly used on the Hunt. The Hunter Axe retains the qualities of an axe, but offers a wider palette of attacks by transforming. Requires great strength to wield, and does not behave like an ordinary axe when transformed.

No matter their pasts, beasts are no more than beasts. And so, it comes as no surprise that some chose this axe to play the part of executioner amidst The Scourge.

It's still covered in copious amounts of your blood and looks a bit old. It's definitely seen use before. Many times.

However, the last piece to be found here, is amidst Gascoigne's ashen remains. Partially hidden by the destroyed grave soil:


https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodborne/images/6/6b/Lunarium_Key.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20171027154937

Key to the gate that blocks the Tomb of Oedon. Beyond the tomb, Oedon Chapel can be found in the center of Old Halmathan and some say, an entrance to other parts of the City, best left alone.

Only today, the church lies abandoned, and some say that the residents of Old Halmathan have all gone mad.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

No lion armor, that's a relief. Callum hadn't taken after his father in this particular mistake at least.

He takes the brooch and the music box- shame to have broken a nice antique, more of a shame for the girl to be orphaned in one night. The claw marks are strange though- hadn't the beast been a man when Ilvan first descended to the tomb?


To be blunt: did the Reverend have claws when he was in his less fluffy state? Or am I just splitting hairs over wording?


Ilvan calls Kalir's attention to the axe, although he would rather never have laid eyes on that particular weapon again. "Do you care for the spoils of war? You may have only fought the beast, but the man was dangerous as well. Gascoigne, I suppose. This weapon was no small part of it. " He had a name now, may as well use it.

As for the key- that was important. He had no desire to explain the wild goose chase to the gatekeeper. Best take that too.

[Cavir]

"I'm glad I got here in time. Granted sooner would have been better but I was quite a ways away. Here, let me help with the worst of the injuries then we can search. They aren't going anywhere." Kalir uses two charges from his healing belt on the helguard. He then pauses as he calls upon his training to deal with his own worst injuries.

Kalir joins in the grisly search. "You knew this Gascoigne would be here? How? Next time bring help please. Power in numbers. Did you know the one with the brooch?"

"The axe? You don't want it in case another beast gets too close for your bow? If not I will gladly study it."

"Would you join me back to the barracks for the night? I need to report in the morning and we both need healing. I'd like to hear more about tonight along the way."

2 charges separately on Ilven.
[roll0]

I can heal myself up to 128hp.

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: A bunch of items here... none that ring a resonant bell.

Thankfully, Callum isn't amongst the bodies butchered. Good. This Gascoigne guy went all out, but the death of that woman...

It looks like a claw mark on her jugular. If that mad man was indeed Father Gascoigne, he attacked you with a blunderbuss and an axe...at least at first. That woman- Viola- she had her neck torn apart by something that would not come from a manufactured weapon.

The Crow mentioned he used to be a Hunter... what exactly happened here? You fought a man at first. A crazy man, but not a beast. What caused that woman's death?

A child lost her mother tonight. A tragedy in and of itself, but at least Callum is not amongst the fallen. As for that bloody axe, whether you take it or not, that is your call. It turned out to be bloody effective against you, though. The brooch and music box shall remain in your custody, though- normally, a missing person's case ends with the missing one found alive. That isn't the case now.

As a Helguard, you have seen many go down. Not one willing to return. But that was out in the field. How do you deliver such grim news to a child?

As for the key to Old Halmathan... he was its keeper. May as well hold to it as well.


@Kalir: That is one strange looking axe.

Having said that, the Royal Guard employs weapons of tremendous power- Thresher being a prime example. With a single swing, you are able to to send an enemy to another reality if you so chose... but that axe- you have seen many like it, but not one like that before. Best keep it it for now. Who knows if it may come in handy later on.

And whether Sir Ilven agrees to join you back at the barracks or not, you fly back to far friendlier environs. Being so late, the Royal Guard is mostly out of order this night, but Healing Church Ministers can be found around the barracks who, upon recognizing you, offer their services for free- Healing Ministration administered intravenously, for a quicker and more efficient way to patch your many wounds.

All health healed, as per their sacred tenets. Only upon your approval. This applies to Ilven as well is he's with you.


Day 2

@Camus: The quill has finished its job, laying motionless beside the arcane parchment.

A brand new scroll to demonstrate your arcane superiority. It must have been a long night and the alcohol must've kept you asleep for most of the day as you finish your trance and open your eyes to the the orange light of dusk outside tour window, while Thing basks in its light and catches yet another nap while the distant bells of the churches signal the end of the day.

Best not waste this day as you rub your eyes and look at the empty bottle of wine and open your grimoire, allowing a deluge of knowledge to flood into your mind...accompanied by a peculiar feeling as you analyze the old symbols on your book. As a wizard, this is a natural thing. Or as natural as it can be, however...

Why does it feel...different? Still, the power of the Cosmos is at your fingertips. That should be enough to consolidate your position as one of Runestone's most powerful wizards...

Until Master Griswold knocks at your door and steps in, bowing, as is the custom of mages in Runesone and the true acknowledgement of a peer.

"Good afternoon, Archmage Shatris. I tried getting ahold of you earlier today, but it would seem you had quite the night last evening.

May you be so kind to enlighten me on how the event went? The SMC and the Ashford Family have deep connections here and we'd like to know what they have done to help this City further.

I trust you gave the scrolls to them?""


@Daun: It's T'nauri that breathes in your face while Eari smiles a few feet away and the sun casts its orange glow on the Glenndale Park.

"Good afternoon, sleepy head! Must've been quite the night with all those fancy nobles, huh? A man by the name of Morrick came looking for you, three times this morning. I didn't wish to wake you up and T'nauri was most defiant in letting you sleep.

I told him to wait at Laguna's Rest. Hopefully he's still there. The guy seemed quite on edge.""

Laguna's Rest... that's one of the biggest lakes in Glenndale and a lot of outsiders go there to appreciate the view. Many cafes have been built as a result and they even have druids working the the many small businesses. Boat travel around the lake has become a lucrative business in Glenndale, with swan shaped paddle boats and very good food and brew for the many tourists.

Given the low prices, he ought to still be there.


@Gregory: Your eyes open by default. High morning. Time to pray, as the bells from the many churches resound around Halmathan, however...

It isn'y high morning. I't's late afternoon. Enough to get some prayer isn, but a whole day lost.

You pray nonetheless and assume the form of a true inquisitor in your room as a lowly neophyte knocks on at your door and kneels before you, the standard greeting for a man of your stature.

"Good afternoon, Inquisitor. I hope I have not been brash to intrude upon your meditation. I... I have the report here from the engineer you asked the night prior.""

The young priest avoids your gaze and hands you a sealed envelope with Halmathan's seal on it.

Inquisitor Du Vay,

As per your request, I have checked St. Abaidas Bridge. I was told that it had to be cordoned and would not ever consider questioning your orders, however...

The Great Bridge to Cathedral Ward suffers no damage whatsoever. My team spent the entire morning inspecting in, inch by inch. We found no signs of damage or structural risk. It is my professional opinion that there is no reason to cordon it whatsoever, however, we are aware you may wish to contest such ruling and are willing to meet up with you, should that be your wish.

As always, an honor to serve the City,

Chief Engineer, Tanking Greasesprocket


Whether you agree on the letter or not, the young priest gulps and looks up at you, blessed with all the powers of St. Cutbert and towering above the young neophyte.

"Uhhh... High Inquisitor Calchis wishes to see you, sir.""

How did you sleep all day? Anyways, the High Inquisitor wants an audience with you and so be it.

Having prayed to St. Cutbert and refreshed your blessings for the day, you head to the Room of Law, where The Compassionate Cudgel sits on his wooden chair atop the great dais and looks down upon you.

"We do not condemn drinking, Gregory- it isn't against the Law. But the Healing Church has voiced their protest to me directly. Cordon St. Abaidas Bridge? Why? There is no reason to do so. I was asleep for most of the evening yesterday, but I wish to know about the SMC's 'newest marvel', also...

A woman broke the law... one named Sasha. Why send her to a lightly protected cell? I wish to be as flexile as possible, but Sir Gregory... she murdered people. as a high ranking inquisitor, I would have expected that you of all people, would use your better judgement...""

Old Man Calchis sighs and shakes his head.

"As much as I'd like to see the good in people, there is none that I can ascertain from her.

Sasha Surnam has been sent to St. Noria's Castello, under the auspices of Warden Clavius, castellan and warden of Santa Noria. Rest assured, she will not be thrown in with those under Hospice. The carriage took off this morning and by now, she should be in a maximum security prison. Why was this not done the day prior? Given the report I read, she is a mass murderer.""


@Kalir: Whether you accept the Healing Ministration or not, you wake up groggily to a sunset sun.

The Royal Guard watches you walk out of your barracks and say nothing- you are a high ranking member and only a fool would question your actions- even getting up late as dusk basks an orange glow on the training grounds.

It's Sergeant Maxil that walks up you you and does a military salute.

"Good afternoon, Kalir Kalaan. I can only assume your security detail went...better than expected.

His majesty is safe. I have you to thank for that. Truly your skills as a security guard are unparalleled. Good job. I trust you kept an eye on the king last night?""


@Ilven: Weak as you are, whether you accept Healing Ministration is up yo you.

The barracks are a nice call back to the early days of the Helguard, but you have a home to sleep in and so you do, checking the items pilfered from Oedon's Tomb.

Callum has not come to see you today. Although he does his best to come visit, he is a City Guard. They need to keep Halmathan safe. Good thing he wasn't in that pile of bodies, but where to go from here?

The entire ordeal the night prior must've knocked you out cold:

It's dusk already.

[Taelas]

Gregory's eyes snap open. As he prepares his morning toilette, when he realizes how late it is, he stops for a moment, surprised. How did he sleep so late? He had not been drunk in the slightest. With a shake of his head, he finishes his routine.

He receives the letter, reading it quickly. "Tell Engineer Greasesprocket that I defer to his expertise," he informs the young priest. He nods in acknowledgement when he is informed the High Inquisitor wishes to see him.

"I did not drink, your grace. I rarely imbibe these days, and last night was no different," Gregory informs Calchis calmly. "I cannot explain my lethargy of this morning. I only just awoke."

He listens, then raises a hand in protest and to interrupt. "Merely a precaution, your grace. The chief engineer assures me my caution is unwarranted, and the cordon is unnecessary; I would of course defer to his expertise. Last night I was ambushed by an enormous beast as I approached the Cathedral Ward. It was immensely strong, and I feared our battle had damaged the integrity of the bridge."
He takes out the broken symbol. "I was able to dispatch the beast with some assistance from Archmage Shatris of the academy. The beast was wearing this." His expression is grave.

"As for the marvel... it is a long transportation vehicle, driven on metal rails beneath Halmathan, in the underground. The one we were shown was an elaborately decorated showpiece, a proof of concept if you will. The vehicle consists of several carriages linked together, with room for several dozen passengers at least. There were stations located in each district of the city. The last station we visited was in the Cathedral Ward, but something unnatural occurred there. That is why I was on the bridge. I intended to investigate, as Lord Bardak refused my offer of assistance." He frowns slightly. "When I finally arrived at the gates, they were barred. One of the church doctors was the only one there; there were no guards. I am unsure as to why. I had intended to go there to investigate this morning, but for some reason I slept much longer than I am accustomed to. I assure you again, I did not drink."

When Calchis informs him of Sasha Surnam's fate, he stands up straight, surprise evident in his face -- which is quite unusual for the normally stolid man. "Your grace, you would countermand my explicit instructions without consulting me?" he asks, clenching his fists for a moment before he forces himself to relax. "Have you so little faith in me? I did not send the murderer to St. Noria, true, but not because I believed she could be saved. Her guilt is explicit; she revelled in it. But a woman of her demonstrated skill could have escaped rather than start a massacre of guards; I concluded that she had let herself be caught deliberately, and compounded her original minor offense of smuggling by engaging in wanton murder. It was clear to me that she intended to be sent to St. Noria. Why that is I do not know, but I saw no reason to indulge her. She hinted she was a Hunter. You would know well why I would worry about a Hunter wanting to be sent to St. Noria, your grace." He shakes his head, sighing. "I intended to personally escort her to a cell in the Castellan once my duties permitted, to prevent any mishaps. No offense to the Warden, but I felt to do less would not soothe my unease."

[El'the Ellie]

Daun awakens to a vision full of dinosaur beak, a humorous shock going through her. "Ah! Oh. Morning 'Ri." She gives him a kiss on the beak and pats the side of his face, then turns to Eari in shock. "Afternoon?? Jeeze, what time is it?"

She puts away her bedroll while listening to Eari. She expected he might come to visit, she hadn't been expecting to sleep this late into the day...

"Oh right... I told him I would help with this... thing. He seems to think there's a hag in Glenndale." She laughs at the ridiculous notion. "It's probably just Dorin getting a laugh out of spooking people again, but I should probably hear him out anyway."

She stretches like a cat, and reaches up into the nook of a tree and retrieves a bundle of toiletry things.

"If you're not busy today, can I tell you about SMC today, after talking to Morrick? There's something... big. Oh, also, did you see a kind of mysterious woman here late last night? Kind of small, blonde hair, wore some old sandals?"

She walks a short way though the woods and around a thicket of trees to a small pond: It didn't have a name, and was really little more than a bulge in the creek that flowed into and out of it. None of the main paths in Glenndale went here so it would take a particularly adventurous person to find it. In her spare time Daun tended to it, meaning it was quite clean and clear: a slice of untouched, undiscovered beauty of nature in the middle of the city.

Despite what the ladies at the gala might believe, it's also where Daun bathed and, in this case, removed blood from the gashes incurred by the beast on the bridge. She stripped down and spent a few minutes cleaning off the grime of last night's battle with the help of soap from her bag. Satisfied, and unwilling to keep Morrick waiting too much longer, she dries off and redresses, meeting back up with T'nauri.

"Ready to go, big guy?"

She sets off for Laguna's Rest with the triceratops at her side, searching for an anxious-looking man around some of the most likely places he might have gone to wait.

I hope it's ok to kind of inject a new NPC in like that. If not just let me know and I can remove it and stop doing that.

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: Why did you sleep so late?

At least the bridge is fine, given the report by the engineer. That thing last night nearly broke it along with you. The Great Bridge has been around for years, its sturdiness has never been questioned. That should do for now.

But as you enter the Room of Law and look up at Old Man Calchis, you give your report about the past night's events. Many of which cause the High Inquisitor to raise his eyebrow.

"A beast? What manner of beast would attack you? And in the City? Hmmm... there are no accounts of beasts in Halmathan, Sir Gregory. None have been sighted in a...very long time. That matter was dealt with swiftly. And yet, I have no reason to question your story. You were aided by Archmage Shatris? I do not know him. Runestone? My knowledge of the grand mages over there is somewhat limited. If he offered assistance, my counsel would be to seek it again. Perhaps he can offer a hand and we can learn if there is a connection between what happened to you last night and them, if any.

And you say the SMC has built a transportation vehicle? That is interesting, a novelty. Lord Bardak has definitely pushed his agenda to modernize Halmathan with his industrious marvels. Odd that they would have a station in Cathedral Ward, though...

If you deem it necessary, investigate. Be aware though:

Cathedral Ward is under Pelorian Law and by extension, The Healing Church. Although we manage Justice all over the City, Cathedral Ward is big enough to have its own set of rules. Be diplomatic about it. Observe and act with clear judgement, which leads me to the final matter of this conversation...''

High Inquisitor Calchis massages his temples and looks down at you from his wooden chair.

"I do not wish to remind someone of your status that mine precedes yours in matters of rank, Inquisitor du Vay. When you are seated on this chair, you may observe the Law as you seem fit. Today and for the days to come, it is I who sits here.

You placed a convicted murderer in a lightly guarded cell and left. What would have happened if she escaped? That woman had no problem killing guards outside. Regardless of her motives, Cuthbert's Cathedral will not hold a person as dangerous as she. That is why St. Noria's Castello exists. I hope that this has been sufficiently clear, Inquisitor du Vay.""

Calchis exhales and rests back on his chair.

"Off the record, Gregory, I can understand your apprehension. Given what you have told me, it is your belief she is a Hunter. There are no records of such order lying around. They are no longer present. They did what had to be done and rest assured, I did contemplate that when passing judgement.

Sasha will not be sent close to the Hospice Center in the Castello. If you wish to go see for yourself, take Galavant- Warden Clavius will not let criminals like her near the innocent. Besides, Lady Maria takes care of them over there...

She will be fine, Gregory. Now, unless you have anything else to discuss, this meeting is adjourned."

[Chimaera]

Already THIS late?, Archmage Camus thinks to self as he get up and take a look at the window. A whole day ruined for some drunken pub crawl / monster hunt. inspecting the scroll, Camus seems happy with it and put it into his scrollcase and pocket the magic quill.

Heading to his bathroom, he washes his face and isnt surprised when he look at the mirror and see the empty bottle of wine in the middle of his room. How old was he? A hundread year old? What a crazy night was that and this feeling after preparing his spells... Worst hangover ever.

He was starting to lit a fire to heat the water for tea when Master Griswold knock on his door.
"Good morning, Master Griswold", he says and then correct himself, "Good afternoon, indeed. Please, come in. I'm making tea".

Leading them to his table, Camus start to give the mage the report from last night.
"And yeah. Last night I had a handful of extra glasses. After the fifth glass all was overkill", he says, picking up the empty bottle, "Believe or not I was going to share this bottle with you as an apologize. Too late for that I guess", he says before taking into a more formal tone, "As for last night events. There was a few peculiar things on last night events", he says and start counting the events from the gala.

"The SMC built a prototype mass transportation vehicle: it run below ground to avoid doing noise and links many Districts of Hamalthan, allowing quick mobility and acessability for the City. We went on its maiden voyage. And yes, I gave them the scrolls as instructed. I have a few concerns regarding their marvelous creation, bjut other than that it seems a wonderful creation. The voyage had an un expected end, but I believe they'll figure out any problem before fully operationing it: they're the Captains of Industry after all".

He get up and serve them tea, "But what is weird from last night was what happened after the gala. On my way back here from the Golden Mare", he signal to the empty bottle, "I saw a huge beast fighting that enlarged inquisitor, Gregory du Vay, in St. Abaidas Bridge. A powerful creature that could probably lay waste in several blocks had we not stoped it", he says and start casting a simple figment, "It looked like this".

Creating a visual illusion of the creature to help him recognize (or not) the beast.

A smaller size of the bridge with the beast and the inquisitor (as a size reference) is then conjured on the table, "I've never seen such a powerful creature. Do you know what it could be? I was hoping on investigating about it in the library, but then...", he shake the empty bottle.

Finishing his tea, he shrugs, "Other than that it was the usual: nobles bickering each other and trying to show off. Is there anything else you would like to know?"

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: It's... afternoon already?

How long were you asleep? T'nauri's massive tongue licks the side of your head and leaves with a cow lick while Eari chuckles and pats the big dino on the rump.

"Given the sun's position, I'd wager it's almost six. Quite the evening you must've had. And a hag? here? Dorin is old, but to call her a hag? a bit excessive. People like sneaking in here after hours. Poachers, usually, you know?

It isn't unheard of for druids to scare them away- you have done so yourself many times, but never have I heard of anyone referring to us as hags. Hags! What a horrible term!""


Stretching like a feline, you wash your face and walk through Glenndale as the wind picks up while Eari listens to your query about the woman.

"Sandals? Kind of short? Blonde hair... yes. Odd you'd find her. That's Lady Ravenna, the Sandaled Walker, High Priestess of Fharlanghn. She likes to take long strolls around Halmathan, usually here. Being a Church Leader, we don't mind- she doesn't mess with anyone... but she is a bit of a screwball. Talks a lot to herself and when she does talk to anyone, they are left a lot more clueless for it."

The water is cold,m given the time of day. but nothing like that ought to bother you as T'nauri joins in, splashing water all over the place with his giant bulk while Eari gets drenched as she sits on the rocks nearby.

"So the SMC is building something big again... as if those "motor vehicles" weren't bad enough already! Chugging smoke like the dragons of old, painting the sky black. Will Man ever learn to leave nature alone, damaged as it is with concrete and steel and high rises?""

Something to think about. That machine those captains of industry have built...and they have more planned for the future. At any rate, you finish bathing and don your clothes, headed for Laguna's Rest and its many colorful cafes.

The druid community- mostly the younger ones- manage the small coffee shops around the lake. Living off the land is good, yes. But in the end, you are in a City and the barter system is outdated by several hundred years.

You won't see many people trading sheep like back in the days of... before you were born? Yes, that sounds about right. Morrick is a pudgy fellow seated on a table overlooking the lake. His plate is empty and he's sipping on some juice through a straw. The man has a set of crutches leaning against his chair as Eari points to him and leaves both of you alone, since T'nauri, beloved as he may be...

Is too damn big to fit in.

The man doesn't get up, but shakes your hand... sweaty palms, as he looks at you and then at the lake.

"You're a druid? And not here to kill me? Good, that's nice for a change. Your elf friend told me you'd listen before I head to speak to Inquisitor Calchis.

I have been attacked. Me and my men nearly died last night in this very park. Were it not for them Healing Ministers, I would have lost both my legs. I don't know what manner of things you people have crawling in those woods. I don't want to know, honestly.

But I want compensation. For my injuries, and those of my men. Innocent good folk who make a decent living to feed their families and who are now scared witless from that... thing out there. Your friend says you are a respected member of the druid community, okay then...

Let's talk about your community. How much do you like it as it is?"



@Camus: How the hell did you sleep so damn late?

An entire day wasted...almost. Your quill rests beside a brand new scroll. More arcane arsenal for your already impressive repertoire as Thing yawns and curls around the bed and you browse through your grimoire when Griswold enters your room.

"I will happily take your tea, Archmage Camus. So you handed the scrolls? good. I am confident they will be put to good use for the City. I thought elves didn't require many hours of sleep. In fact, don't you trance?""

The old abjurer looks at the empty bottle on the table as he grabs a chair and calls Thing to his lap, petting it while you make some tea for both.

And as the old wizard sips from your finest herbal brew, you detail the events at the gala- the newest SMC creation and how it will benefit everyone for years to come.

"A machine that can travel below ground... hmmm. As a man of arcane talents, I am fascinated. I can only hope its execution is just as grand.

And you said it: Captains of Industry and all... keep an eye out for them, if you make time, that is. Although Runestone has many working there, the SMC had them sign NDA's. Contractually, they cannot divulge whatever it is they are working on, but I doubt Lord Ashford and Skylarios would oppose sitting down with you for a more private conversation.''

And then your tale takes a turn for the fantastic, as you relate- with pictures via illusions- the great battle between the Inquiistor of the Cudgel and a monstrous beast. This causes Thing to leap off Griswold's legs and hide under the sheets of your bed as the old abjurer strokes his white beard and looks at the empty bottle from the night prior and then looks at you, eyebrow raised.

"And you had... five drinks before the bottle, Archmage? Look, I am not saying I don't believe what you say is true. I believe you saw that... perhaps under the influence? However, before you retort anything... we are Runestone Mages. It is not the first time that accidents of such freakish nature have happened, but always within the confines of the Academy and closely monitored and just as controlled."

Griswold gets up and looks at the beast in your illusion, crossing his arms in thought.

"I find it extremely rare that none of us here got wind of this. That man in the illusion... you know him? Perhaps both can work together and see what this is all about. If a thing like that was set loose last night, maybe...MAYBE, it might resurface. And we need as much information as possible.""

The old abjurer finishes his tea and puts the cup down while still looking at the image.

"There is one within the Grand Council of Eight in Runestone that might know something... listen Camus. He is... a tad eccentric. In fact, he doesn't live here in Runestone, having his home in Hope's Caress. Things like these, he might be able to shed some light upon them.

A word of caution- he is a Grand Master. He doesn't appreciate visits, so if you go, try not to take in an entire troupe of people. He will, however, sit down with you and listen to the same story you told me. Who knows, given his area of expertise, he might even be moved to cooperate fully."

Griswold writes down an address and hands it to you.

"That's his place of residence. I will let him know you are going to see him. Just let me know when you plan to do it so I don't waste his time waiting for a no show, which would mean any chance of an audience with him would be over.

You may have heard of this man. Grand Master of Transmutation, Aloyshus Cutter. One of the most respected men of the Arcane Arts in Runestone.""

Griswold eyes the empty bottle again.

"Now, go see him ONLY if you believe this is a story worth following."

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Ilvan is more than glad to let Kalir take the axe and lead the way back to safer streets. He fills in the Raptoran on the events since leaving the guardhouse, including his suspicions of a mysterious clawed third party involved in the massacre, and accepts treatment for his near-death experience.

He is midway through his cup of tea before he realizes that the lengthy shadows are in the wrong direction for morning. Hardly shocking, considering the previous night’s events, but very inconvenient.

No Callum- but the boy often dropped by at odd hours, when his work allowed. Best not worry him. He scratches out a note in a spidery script at odds with the terse wording. No point in extra written words. Despite this assertion, he comes back several times to add more as he thinks of it.


Am fine. Visiting friends.

P.S.
Found your madman, dead now. Possible second suspect, clawed, dangerous.

P.P.S. Leave mail on table.


That should be everything. Unless- There was one more loose end. The child. His heart sinks, dreading the appointed task.


Which is the appropriate authority to contact about this child being potentially unattended and a likely orphan? The Church? The City Guard?

[AlanBruce]

@Ilven: The Healing Church is more than happy to tend your wounds.

Not only are they sworn to help any and all who require their care, but you are the legendary Ilven Selma, the Arrow of God. The procedure is relatively fast.

Lay you down on a bed, tap the vein on your arm until it shows and proceed to insert the heavenly concoction intravenously. Immediately you can see the many wounds suffered under the hands of that mad hunter close just as fast as he caused them. Hell, you might even be ready for a new expedition after that.

And thanking the Healing Ministers, you bid adieu to the raptoran and head home, collapsing on your bed...

Until the orange glow of the sun seeps through your window. How long have you been asleep? All day? Callum...!

No. He wasn't amongst the bodies, thank the gods. Your boy must've been patrolling the streets all day. Maybe he even snuck in and saw you asleep and, given your age, didn't want to wake you up. He's always been considerate that way. He most likely doesn't know what you were up to the night prior and would you want to tell him?

If that's the psychopath he and the City Guard were after, you and Kalir took care of that. One less threat for the City and him. However, it's not all peachy, really...

The bloody broken music box. The brooch...and that key.

One of them you might have use for, if you really want to venture to that place. Old Halmathan? It was locked up for a reason. A damning reason too...

Something to ponder on for later. Now... now you have to be bearer of grim news for a child. They don't prepare you for that in the Helguard.

Although, given the late hour of day, chances are that little girl must've knocked on her neighbors, walked out the front porch, sobbed up a story that no bystander would ignore.

In cases such as these, children are usually sent to their next of kin. In this case, it would be a relative of the family. If they have none, the City would send the girl to an orphanage. The Church of Pelor has one in Hope's Caress- the Church of the Good Chalice, ran by nuns of the Healing Church.

If the girl has family in the clergy- any of the big eight in the City- it is not unknown for a priest related to the family to take them in and indoctrinate them into the mysteries of their faith. Many priests and even paladins in the City were orphans raised by the Churches and made into upstanding men and women of the cloth.

But who knows in her case.

[Taelas]

Gregory bows deeply for the old man. "Rest assured, your grace, I did not mean to imply you did not have every right to do as you did. Please forgive my thoughtlessness. I simply hope this incident does not undermine my authority with the other inquisitors. That could create... problems." He pauses as he straightens up, then continues: "I will of course be as diplomatic in my dealings with the Pelorians as possible, but you know well my history with the Church. They rarely welcome my presence. And yes, I will request the aid of the Archmage. Thank you for the suggestion."

He then leaves, intending to head straight to Runestone to request a meeting with Camus.

[El'the Ellie]

"Six??" Daun looks incredulous. In fact, she wasn't certain that beast on the bridge hadn't done something to her. It was a late night last night, but to sleep seventeen hours? Unheard of, except on some rare occasions when she had been deathly ill. "Guess I didn't quite live up to my name sake today, huh?"

So that was lady Ravenna. She should have guessed by the sandals. "You can sure say that again. She said something about an Old Adage and just left."

Once Daun arrives at the cafe, she suddenly realizes how starving she is. She gives T'nauri another pat on the side and walks in, grabbing a menu for some breakfa-- no, dinner apparently.

Morrick starts to grate at her good mood: the man's tone of voice was awfully accusatory for someone supposedly looking for help. She narrows her gaze.

"Animals rarely attack unless they feel threatened, Morrick. We druids may tend to Glenndale, but we live in harmony with it: this thing that attacked you, perhaps you were near its children or in it's territory.

"You want compensation? Ahahaha!" Daun actually lets out peals of laughter at the notion. "This isn't some construction job. These lands owe you nothing, Morrick. And unlike the rest of Hamalthan, things in Glenndale must be earned, they aren't given. So your compensation," She points to his legs. "Is that your legs will heal. Hopefully you learned something good.

"How much do I like the community? I love it. It may not be perfect, sure, but we are the living beating heart of Hamalthan. We are the wild that butts against the tame day-to-day of the city. Like it or not that is what pulls you and so many others here: the beauty and peace a walk through the park can provide sure, but also the freedom to do as you like. That includes the freedom to make mistakes.

"Still, if there are creatures in Glenndale being hostile I do want to know about it. Why don't you tell me about this thing that attacked you and your men? What did it look like, what did it do?"

[Chimaera]

"I'll make sure to look at those matters, but you're asking me to do keep an eye as Griswold or as Runestone?", he ask the old wizard and drink his tea, "Cause that change a few things".

"But yes. It was in fact seven before the bottle. But I know what I saw", he frown and shake his head, "That thing was very real".

"And yes. It happened before. What was that malconvoker name who set a demon in a rampage?", he remembers when he helped banish a very nasty demon, "I remember I was punished for that accident even though I only helped banish it, but oh well...", he trails his gaze to the bathroom's door, "The worse part however was running low on Presdigitations to clean up my vests. Probably ruined an excellent robe last night due fighting this beast".

"And yes. I'll gladly take a look on those matters: a beast that powerful stalking the streets is a great danger. And If Grandmaster Aloyshus Cutter have the time to listen to the story, I'll bend for his schedule: he must be way more busier than me, so if he can speak tonight, tomorrow or next week I'll let him decide when. If you can Send to him and ask when I could meet with him I would appreciate".

"And that man?", he complains to Griswold, "Sure. His dedication to Hamalthan and the Law is well known as big as his stature but the man is an explosive rune in the pants: had the audacity to nick me a potential criminal. Do you think it's a good idea to see if he can help me look on that? He would probably give my case another look to see if I'm more than a potential criminal".

Looking at his empty tea cup he give up, "But given the situation, I guess I'll Send for him, summoning him here. Tommorow, since I just prepared my spells and Sending wasnt on my list for today and its already dusk. Unless you have one to spare, might sk him to meet me up in the Golden Mare", he says and smile, "But no more drinking".

[AlanBruce]

@Gregory: High Inquisitor Calchis shakes his head.

"I understand why you would reach that decision, Gregory. But I can assure you that The Castello has stood for ages and never had a breach of any kind. My judgement upon Sasha Surnam was passed swiftly and privately- the other inquisitors are aware of her fate, but not that you have in any way been undermined, which isn't the case.

I am also aware of your past with the Pelorian Order. High Father Jace is a very respected member of the ecclesiastical community in Halmathan and the oldest living Church Leader to date. Whatever differences you may have had in the past, cast them aside- I am certain he has as well. The Healing Church, as you know, is ran by Vicar Laurence. Cathedral Ward runs under his gracious auspices.

If you are to conduct an investigation there, try and get an audience with the Vicar or the Healing Church, since Cathedral Ward falls under his jurisdiction. Having a Runestone Mage, although not required for a man of your status, may give you some leverage.

Be safe, Sir Gregory.""


The orange sun descending over the tall Halmathan buildings casts a warm glow as you step out of Cuthbert's Cathedral and hear the distant bells, signaling the end of the day.

Night will shortly follow, as you mount Galavant and ride through the crowded streets, causing the carriages and pedestrians to steer away from you- after all, you are a an inquisitor and riding at such speed, it must mean business.

It's the Gates of Runestone that stop your speedy ride.

The immense Academy and its gates are shut. Although anyone is allowed to wander on campus- be it as a resident mage, potential resident or simply a visitor- they don't keep their doors open.

Instead, a pair of massive statues standing on either side of the gate- one of the fabled Chimera and the other of the noble Gryphon lower their bronze heads and their eyes flash with green light as they speak in unison.

"Who wanders to this House of Knowledge?"




@Daun: Eari shrugs at the mention of Ravenna's words.

"Who knows what the Sandaled Walker meant. Rumor has it that not even the Church Leaders know. She is just weird that way. Maybe if I see her around some time, I'll ask her to elaborate... if I can make out whatever she says in response, that is.""


It is said that those who dabble in the mystic arts eventually peek into The Other Side one too many times. Doing this, according to the old tales, is a dangerous affair. Even a learned man can be driven mad...

But so far, such a warning has proven to be a tale and nothing more. You master the powers of Nature and how have they affected you? You aren't mad. Neither is anyone you know of in Glenndale.

Madness is the fact that this guy Morrick would try to muscle you and Glenndale for some coin. "Compensation", he calls it. Funny how people like to twist and embellish their actions...

But can't hide the smell.

"I know you people keep the animals tame. Known it for years, but we were attacked by, well... wolves? I think they were. Or wild dogs, but they looked sick. One of my men swore they had horns, but it was too dark for me to stand still and paint a picture- running for your life has that downside, you know? You miss the little details.

Morrick looks around the patrons having dinner by the lakeside cafe and scoots closer to you, checking a black leather bag slung over his chair as he carefully looks around checking not once or twice, but thrice before letting you peek inside:


https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/bloodshot_eyeball.jpg

And then quickly closes the bag again and scoots his chair back.

"How's this for a beating heart?

Hemwick. My men said they found this close to that accursed place and although we have no idea what it is, we decided to gather our stuff at the park and head out there. Maybe someone lost it? That would be easy to tell, right? Get some coin for our honest efforts...

And that's when we were attacked by that thing. It seemed rather interested in the one holding it...me."

You may not know what that ghastly thing is. It's evident what it is, but not its purpose. You do know, however, of Hemwick Lane.

Halmathan is a very big place. The last natural preserve in the entire City. Although the druid community thrives in Glenndale, some areas are yet to be adequately chronicled, especially beyond the City's borders. It is said that there, men and women cling to the Old Ways, acknowledging no deity you would. Lady Silvarel herself is said to have attempted to reason with the people of such village, many years ago...

But as of late, they are said to be rather unreasonable, if aloof. Even druids such as yourself have been cautioned to stay away from that place, known as Hemwick Charnel Lane by those in the know. Getting to this small village isn't difficult- if you enjoy trekking out of the City. It is perhaps one of the oldest villages to remain when Halmathan began to grow in size. They don't bother you and vice versa. Still...

Is that thing and its alleged origin connected to the attack here? Who knows.



@Camus: Griswold sips his tea and listens to your words.

"Normally, an entire committee would be required to look at these matters. A committee that would take weeks. Why don't we chalk this up to curiosity in the name of arcane advancement? A wizard never stops learning, after all.

And you firmly believe that what you saw was real? You are a well respected Archmage, Camus. I have no reason to doubt your word, but... try and ease on the wine. A glass a day is good, not a bottle chased by seven drinks.""

Griswold tugs at his beard on the mention of the demon case.

"Ah yes, a Conjurer who bit more than he could chew. I was not present for that, but I heard you handled it rather well. I will send to Master Aloyshus regarding when he's available and then will let you know. He is a very busy wizard, enough to take his work home. as a result, he has no students that can claim to have been mentored by him directly, reason why his approach to other people may be a little... off, so a fair warning on that front."

On the matter of Gregory, Griswold looks at the illusion and circles around it.

"He doesn't look that big. Cuthbertines have something of a tame animosity towards those that pursue the Arcane Arts. They are the Judges of the City and are very quick to judge in that regard. Thankfully, their current Church Leader is quite open minded when it comes to the arcane- imagine if they allowed mage hating zealot on the chair? Madness!

He called you a potential criminal? What is wrong with this man? You were exonerated from those charges years ago, legally. You are no criminal. In fact, what better way to close such gap than casual partnership? I know you are not keen on the idea of associating yourself with...savages.

Why don't we give them a chance? Enlighten our minds and all that. As for The Grand Master Aloyshus? he will not meet at the Golden Mare, Camus, but i will let you know if something comes up and his schedule opens."

[Chimaera]

"You're right. I'll team up with him and see if we can find the source of this accident. As for the summoning to the Golden Mare, it would be for Inquisitor Gregory, not the Grandmaster of Transmutation! It would be like me summoning the king for a cold beer!", he jokes at Griswold's idea taht he would call such an important person to something as casula as a meeting in a bar (expensive as it may be).

"As for the SMC marvel: I'll take a good look into it and let you know if anything seems out of order. I'll be going to the Golden Mare now: Kaylin is sick and I want to check if she's better. Might as well give the bottle back: they seemed resentful of me taking it away. If Master Aloyshus answer you with a date, please let me know".

He call on Thing and walk out of his tower with Griswold, "What your thoughts on champagne?", he ask the wizard before pointing to Thing, "As for a name for Thing: Champagne". Once Griswold answer, he bid farewell and start flying his way to the Golden Mare.

[AlanBruce]

@Camus: Griswold walkswith you outside as the casts its last dim rays upon campus.

“The clergy in this City are as strong as the Royal Guard. I believe associating with one of such rank could shed an even more positive light on the City as a whole.

I do not know this man- I am unfamiliar with most of Halmathan’s priesthood, but he is a Cuthbertine- just go ask for him at the Cudgel’s Cathedral.

Good idea with the SMC- as noble as their intentions may seem... just be cautious about it. And yes! Your cousin Kaylin. We are still reviewing her application. Seems rather talented, but there is still much to evaluate...”

The feather is already on your hand while Thing clings tight to your back, anticipating a long flight ahead.

“Champagne? For your familiar... well, it’s a better name than his current one. Might even build character for him. Fly safe, Archmage Camus.”

It is said that pets can come to resent the name given to them by their masters. A typical dog has enough intellect to react to the name. Maybe given time, react accordingly to its connotation.

Thing is your familiar. This weasel is smarter than the average Halmathan... he definitely would know the meaning or lack there of the name you’ve christened him with.

But for now, time to fly to the Golden Mare. Kaylin should be up after last night and... hold it.

Standing outside the Runestone Gates, on his high horse and shiny armor like a poster child for a Grimm Fairy Tale, Inquisitor du Vay.

Since when do Cuthbertines come knocking here?

[El'the Ellie]

Daun is morbidly curious about the eye that Morrick shows her, but then as he continues his story she fails to see his point.

"Euch, that thing is wild. But I don't think I follow... You went to Hemwick Lane, found this... Cursed looking eye thing. I mean, I don't know that it's cursed, it just sure as hell looks like it. Then some demon dog things attack you in Hemwick? What does this have to with Glenndale or us druids?"

[Chimaera]

"Yes I see. And dont worry: dont feel like you have to approve her here just because of me. Be fair and I'll understand, so that it's known she earned her position here".

Sure, he could ask a favor here and there, but he was hoping she was rejected sent back home. But on the other side he did respected her pursue of power since he did the same thing back his age.

"I'll let you know any discovery. Seeya", he make a light bow to Griswold and fly away.

As he makes his way, his thoughts end on Thing. He wanted to believe he wasnt a bad master, just that he was obsessed in giving him a perfect name. Reason he was bad at naming. Hopefully Thing understood him and wont try to kill him in his sleep.

Flying above the gates of Runestone, Camus watch the very person he was setting to see knocking at his door.
"Greetings, Inquisitor du Vay! The winds must have called you here as I was on my to the Cuthbertine Church to look for you. Any news on last night incident?"

[AlanBruce]

@Daun: Morrick shakes his head.

“My people stumbled across this not too far from the City. Your every day wild life scrounging...

They brought this to me and I did some reading on it. Seems it comes from Hemwick, but it was found closer to Halmathan.

I have never been to Hemwick, they say it’s dangerous, but my men and I can handle anything. Besides, disgusting as it is, it must be valuable for someone, right?

The attack was in Glenndale, your park. That thing came at us, but particularly me. If I had to guess, because of what I now hold.

That’s not to say I’m not blaming you people: I found this fair and square. Stole it from no one. They say you can find these at Hemwick, but none there attacked me and my men, since we never went to the damn place to begin with."

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Yes, there were many possibilities for the child. If Ilvan were lucky, he wouldn’t have to deal with her directly and could instead speak to a guardian or neighbor. And if there was nobody, there was nowhere safer than the Healing Church. Before he leaves, he makes sure that along with his usual items, he has the brooch and key.

As for the music box- it’s broken thanks to his carelessness, and the late hour means that finding an artisan capable of fixing it is out of the question. Work for another day, one in which he hasn’t been such a slugabed. He cleans it as best he can and brings it anyway, should she want it back. While he may have intentions to fix it, he was no thief.

Back out to retread the same streets as the night before, and rap at the child’s door, doffing his hat.


Should I be incorrect in this assumption about artisans and their hours, and should someone well-known be open, Ilvan will make a detour to have a professional look at the music box.

[Taelas]

Gregory is about to introduce his errand to the gate when Camus arrives. He nods at the elf. "I came seeking your counsel, Archmage Shatris," he says, glancing at the gate. "And your assistance, if you are amenable. I intend to investigate the matter of last night, as it happens. I was ambushed by the Beast of the Great Bridge on my way to the Cathedral Ward. I wanted to take a look at that last station, to see if what Bardak is trying to hide is of interest to the Church. I fear the two may be connected somehow."

He looks around, eyes searching for something. "If you are willing, perhaps you should summon that raven you had with you last night as well. I believe it healed my wounds? I did not realize familiars possessed such powerful magic."