Corsario |
Juliet Morris
Between the batch of roses brought to her mortuary, one catch her eye. A black rose. Rare, and precious to Pharasma's chosen. And a very good omen, as it came as a "gift", inside the big batch of flowers, so she wouldn't had to pay the hefty price she would normally have to pay for it. And with no thorns. It is an omen, alright.
And stuck in it an old harrow deck card. The Inquisitor. With a message scribbled on its back. The scribbling is delicate and precise, almost artistic.
"Miss Juliet, Pharasma needs from us to follow our fate and save the city. The prophecy must be fulfilled, and our destiny is tied to it, for better or for worst. Please ask for me at the Romani's music shop at Bridgefront tomorrow at dawn, as discreetly as you can. Me, and the city, will be always be in your debt. Alika."
A small coda can be seen at the end of the message.
"All your life, from your finding to your father's dead has brought us here. It is time for the Angel to fulfill her purpose. Your secret is safe with me."
---
Lysander Tremayne
Your butler brings you a note. But this is no invitation to a meeting scribbled on an elegant invitation. It is a card from an expensive Harrow Deck, judging from the paper. The Empty Throne. There is something written on the back.
"A small child gave it to me, Master. No, I didn't recognize him."
The scribbling is delicate and precise, almost artistic.
"Mister Lysander, the city of Korvosa needs your help. Please ask for me at the Romani's music shop at Bridgefront tomorrow at dawn. it would be better if no one knows you are coming, so if you attend disguised, it would be best. Not as a Shoanti this time, please. Me, and the city, will be always be in your debt. Alika."
A small coda can be seen at the end of the message.
"Horrible things are about to happen, and while you can't help your friend anymore, you can still save others from suffering an even worse fate. Your secret is safe with me."
---
Robert Babcock
A complete mystery. Between the pages of a menial case, a Harrow Deck card, new, medium quality. The Uprising. The scribbling is delicate and precise, almost artistic. How did it get there? Why is it addressed to him?
"Mister Robert, the time has come for this city to free itself from those who oppress and feast on it's blood. Please ask for me at the Romani's music shop at Bridgefront tomorrow at dawn, as discreetly as you can. The Cobalt Sword is needed. Me, and the city, will be always be in your debt. Alika
A small coda can be seen at the end of the message.
"Exploitation of the humble is a crime, but what we face now is even worst than that. Your secret is safe with me."
---
Shiriki
Valena hands him a thick piece of cardboard. A drawing of a giant carrying a crocodile on one side, with the legend "The Mountain Man" on it. Some scribblings on the back.
"What about this as a tip? Cheapskates!"
What Valena don't know is that the scribblings are written in Shoanti.
"No, not sure who left it."
The scribbling is delicate and precise, almost artistic.
"Mister Shiriki, an old enemy of the Shoanti people, and Korvosa, is appearing again. We will need all the help we can muster so face it, and prevent it from rise again. Please ask for me at the Romani's music shop at Bridgefront tomorrow at dawn, as discreetly as you can. Me, and the city, will be always be in your debt. Alika."
A small coda can be seen at the end of the message.
"Slavery is a crime. To enslave children is worst. The Savage can free them. Your secret is safe with me."
---
Ulfgar Helmhammer
While cleaning up some documents about an old assignment, a piece of silk paper falls to the ground. Not falls, but floats, gently, almost flying, an image of an angel showing and hiding quickly in its way. It finally lands, with the drawing showing. The Trumpet. A card from a Varisian Harrow Deck. He grabs it and reads the message in the back. The scribbling, in celestial, is delicate and precise, almost artistic.
"Mister Ulfgar, there is still time to save Sigurd. And Korvosa. Both face a deadly peril. Please ask for me at the Romani's music shop at Bridgefront tomorrow at dawn, as discreetly as you can. Me, and the city, will be always be in your debt. Alika."
A small coda can be seen at the end of the message.
"The time for vengeance has arrived. The time for Areniel has come. Your secret is safe with me."
---
Kheldar
A real mystery. The box where the Chelaxian Wine was packed had not been opened. And there were hundreds of cases when it was closed. How that Harrow Card get in there? The person responsible for it should have known which particular box would end in his hands. An almost impossible task.
The Foreign Trader. Nice paper, good drawing quality. Expensive. What does it means? The scribbling in the back is delicate and precise, almost artistic.
"Master Kheldar, as you already know, your family, as well as all the families in Korvosa are in dire peril. Please ask for me at the Romani's music shop at Bridgefront tomorrow at dawn, as discreetly as you can. Me, and the city, will be always be in your debt. Alika."
A small coda can be seen at the end of the message.
"People say rats abandon a ship when is going to sink. I know you won't abandon our city. Your secret is safe with me."
---
It is the afternoon, so you have the rest of it and the night to act before showing for the meeting, supposing your character wants to attend.
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar grunts, flipping the card back and forth between his dextrous fingers, thinking. He scampers up to Yarblek's apartment, banging unceremoniously on the door. While he waits, he commits the message to memory. As soon as the door opens Kheldar gives his compatriot a hard stare, "Hopefully you didn't blurt something out in a drunken stupor. Find out what you can about this 'Alika'. Let me know when you have some answers."
He then flies down the stairs and out the front door of the building, carrying some goods to deliver. He makes a point to stop and talk to people along the way (followers), gathering information as he does on that wine shipment and the mysterious owner of that harrow deck.
Gather Information: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35
Master Yarblek |
Yarblek grumbles but takes the card, going back into his apartment with a bang of the slamming door. He studies it for hidden magic as well.
Gather Info, Aid Another (Kheldar): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Corsario |
Kheldar grunts, flipping the card back and forth between his dextrous fingers, thinking. He scampers up to Yarblek's apartment, banging unceremoniously on the door. While he waits, he commits the message to memory. As soon as the door opens Kheldar gives his compatriot a hard stare, "Hopefully you didn't blurt something out in a drunken stupor. Find out what you can about this 'Alika'. Let me know when you have some answers."
He then flies down the stairs and out the front door of the building, carrying some goods to deliver. He makes a point to stop and talk to people along the way (followers), gathering information as he does on that wine shipment and the mysterious owner of that harrow deck.
Gather Information=35
Yarblek looks mockingly at Kheldar.
"Alika? Which one? I know at least half a dozen. Any more information about the one you want to find?"The card has no magic. Yarblek knows Alika is a very popular name in Korvosa, because of Saint Alika the Martyr.
About the wine shipment, it was a "normal" one, equal to the dozen that arrives weekly at Korvosa. Yours came from Westcrown. You get one from the same provider twice a year.
The owner of the Harrow Deck? As far as you know should be somewhere at Cheliax, many miles away from Korvosa.
Master Kheldar |
"Well, obviously this Alika is associated with a music shop. You can still read, can't you, or has the wine permanently glazed over your eyes?"
Kheldar and Yarblek exchange their usual jabs with each other. Someone knows his secret, and that's hazardous in his line of work. He sets about making preparations for this unexpected meeting. Nothing else much being done before morning except to have the place scoped out, find the best avenues of escape, and put a man to watching who comes and goes between now and morning
Ulfgar Helmhammer |
"scoped out" means 'looked over discretely' (it originates from looking at an area through the scope of a rifle).
hmm... my secret may be safe with this Alika but apparently it isn't as safe as I'd thought... still, I could use an ally who knows something about what's become of Sigurd. I wish I could learn something about this woman before entering the lion's den, but there's no time...I'll have to trust her... well, her first and my sword arm if that fails...
Ulfgar finishes his straightening and checks the time. It's only a few hours before sunrise. He hasn't slept more than a handful of nights since learning the keep watch spell and for a moment he wonders if that's really a healthy practice but he quickly pushes the thought from his mind. After washing up he puts on a fresh set of the fashionable clothes seen in the court and heads out much earlier than necessary. He takes a circuitous route through the city and calls upon the power of his hat to switch through several disguises before arriving at Romani's Music Shop just before dawn, appearing to be a scruffy young Varisian troubadour. Entering the shop, he asks the shopkeeper, "Is Alika available, please?"
disguise: 1d20 + 12 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 10 = 29
Robert Babcock |
Robert double-checks the hidden compartment where his cobalt sword costume is kept. He then puts on his usual "carrying documents" attire Artisan's clothes under his chainmail and puts the card in a scroll tube and heads out, longsword on hip and heavy coat over it.
Disguise, Many Guises: 1d20 + 12 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 20 = 51 Oh that bodes well.
There's a note within my case files. I ought to be concerned about what she knows about my normal work as well. Double-check all the locks and windows before leaving home.
After checking all the locks and windows, he makes his way around the city looping his way toward the shop, arriving shortly before the
Upon entering he walks up to the counter and says "Confidential Documents for Alika.
Shiriki |
Shiriki looks at the card intently before pocketing it. "Robert, I'm ending my shift early. Take the reigns and I'll be back later if I can."
He makes the walk across Old Korvosa quickly, in the manner of someone late to an appointment. He pays little mind to others, knowing they'll clear a path for him without his attention due to both his size and his copper skin, and it does no good to listen to the mutterings of bigots avoiding the Shoanti dog. When he reaches the storefront, he checks the windows to see how crowded it is.
Ulfgar Helmhammer |
The young Varisian man at the counter turns and looks at the courier with some interest.
There's definitely something off about him... nobody followed me, unless they were at an impressive distance and made quite a few more costume changes than I did; so he's not spying on me... perhaps Alika's security checking me out now? Whatever it is, it seems unlikely that we both just happened to be here making the same inquiry at the same time...
He smiles and gives the new arrival a little nod, then glances over his shoulder at the figure peering through the window.
interesting... I hope this isn't an ambush...
Master Kheldar |
Scoped out, to do reconnaissance. Layout, exits, contents, anything that might be useful to know.
In the morning, before Dawn, Kheldar shakes his arms and his entire wardrobe changes into that of a performer. He grabs some old juggling sticks and hooks them onto his belt, shifts a bit to hide his other gear, and proceeds out the 'back exit' of the large business suite.
Disguise: 1d20 + 34 ⇒ (19) + 34 = 53 Many Guises
He strolls casually until he reaches the music shop. "Oi, been sent ta get an instrument fer me compatriot, from some Alika. Point the way, kind ladies and gents."
Lysander Tremayne |
Lysander receives the message and reads it over in his study, and as he finishes he sits back in his chair. Damn. How? I've been so careful... Could Alex have told this Alika? No, I doubt it. I slipped up. Plain and simple.
For the rest of the day, he goes about his business, which mostly involves lounging and going for a walk through the East Shore. In the evening, he checks in on Cassander's office, wearing his fine going-out clothes. "Cass? I'm going out for the evening. I'll be back tomorrow, I expect."
The older brother barely glances up. "Of course, Sandy. Try not to get tossed in a guard cell. I know they like you, but sooner or later it'll cause a scandal."
Lysander laughs and winks. "You know me, Cass. What have I ever done that could raise a scandal?"
Of course, that evening Lysander Tremayne, the somewhat distracted and directionless, if well-meaning, young nobleman makes his way to a tavern, and spends the evening in some small revelry. At the end of the night he finds himself in a private room of the establishment, and there it seems he'll be until morning.
- - - - -
But in the morning, it isn't Lysander Tremayne who leaves, but a plain-looking man in the simple clothes of a messenger, with a plain gray cloak. He makes his way to Midland, but close to the North Point he ducks into an alley and disappears. Out of the other end comes a scruffy beggar, in shabby, rough clothing and only a gray cloak to keep him warm. This beggar makes his way to Old Korvosa, and he arrives at the Romani's music shop just as dawn is creeping up. "Alika in?" he asks, his voice wheezy and thick with an Old Korvosan accent. "Told me to come lookin' for her, by name, I know ye may not believe me but she did, other day when she dropped a silver in my bowl..."
Lysander has a quick change cloak that allows him to instantly use mundane disguises inside it, using the original check; this means that to adopt one of his three mundane disguises (a messenger, a beggar, and the third is a fisherman), he's taken 20 in the past and can keep using it. Adding in his Many Guises talent, he's got a 54 to look like a regular guy.
Ulfgar Helmhammer |
something really isn't right here... all of these men look normal enough but every single one of them is hiding something... and what music store is this busy at dawn...
The young musician looks around at the growing crowd. "Wow, busy this morning..." he comments. Slowly backing towards the door he adds, "maybe I'll just try back later..."
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar shrugs, waiting to be shown to who he assumes is an instrument maker, idly juggling the sticks from his belt. "Whatever suits yer needs, boss. I ain't about to get a tongue lashing from Vella by returnin' empty handed, and neither would you if'n ya knew her. Show must go on an' all that tripe. Whatcha know?"
Simple deduction, I wasn't the only one on the invitation list...
Corsario |
Don't hurry up, let's resolve the previous night's actions first, and your arrival to the store later.
Scoped out, to do reconnaissance. Layout, exits, contents, anything that might be useful to know.
How? Just looking from a distance? Peeking up the windows? Asking around?
He makes the walk across Old Korvosa quickly, in the manner of someone late to an appointment. He pays little mind to others, knowing they'll clear a path for him without his attention due to both his size and his copper skin, and it does no good to listen to the mutterings of bigots avoiding the Shoanti dog. When he reaches the storefront, he checks the windows to see how crowded it is.
The store is closed, and seems empty. Want to break in?
Corsario |
The store is not very known, one of many in Bridgefront. By the way, Bridgefront is next to the Narrows of Saint Alika. The owner of the store is a young woman called Rozalina Romani, single and blind, orphan since some 6 years ago. Her musical instruments are supposed to be good quality, but nothing out of the ordinary.
---
Next morning, all of you...
The shop is humble, but clean and in good repair. Some instruments are around, on sale. They seem of good craftsmanship.
A young woman, some 22 years, and varisian in appearance, is there playing a mandolin with ease and proficiency, while singing an old varisian lullaby song.
"Ai da nú-da nú-da nái
Da-rá da nú-da nai!
Ai da nú-da nú-da nái
Da-rá da nú-da nai!
Da-rá da nú-da nai!
Oh the tent is made of sack cloth:
In the tent, there is a forlorn girl.
And I’ll go around the village,
round the big cottages
If I bring pork, the children will eat.
But you young girl – don’t dispair
If I say the little words: Get ready!"
She turns to see you, with strange eyes, seemingly completely grey.
"Good morning my lords. No need for the precautions, you all are safe, and Alika will be here shortly to talk with you."
Master Kheldar |
Must be the blind shop owner.
He busies himself with looking and various stringed instruments, waiting and watching. His browsing takes him close to a front-facing window, where he can keep watch on the outside as well as depart in a hurry if needed.
For question I missed, I sent one of my followers to check it out from visiting the store, or peeking if closed. I sent a second to keep watch from across the street.
Juliet Morris |
Juliet smiles at the flower, hoping that it truly is a good omen. She's still had no luck finding her father's ring, and the trail of his murder has gone cold. As she pulls the flower out, the harrow card catches her eye, and she pulls it off and studies it closely. "Can never remember what these mean." she mutters to herself, before turning it over. Her eyes sweep across the note written onto the back. Her eyes widen on reading it, and she wonders how this Alika could have discovered her identity. She had tried so hard to be careful. She eyes the rose again, wondering if perhaps Alika is genuine, and isn't out to blackmail her.
The rest of the day for Juliet continues mostly uneventfully, she catches up on filing some paperwork before forcing herself to go to bed early. Getting up for dawn was not exactly expected of her in either of her professions. As morning rolls around, she drags herself awake, and stands in front of her mirror for several minutes. It occurs to her that the note didn't specify which style of dress she should arrive in. She shakes her head. "It was addressed to Ms. Morris" she tells herself, "So Ms. Morris it will be." and slips on her customary veil and priestess robes before leaving the house.
She arrives at the shop early, and stares at the exterior of it for a few minutes before approaching. It was hard to say if Rozalina would remember her - they'd both been young when Rozalina's father had died, and it was always difficult to tell how much one would remember while grieving. It was why Juliet's own father had stressed being compassionate, being timely, and not neglecting the details. Some people wouldn't remember it later, but enough would.
Juliet enters, offers Rozalina a good morning, and, while waiting for the supposed Alika, pulls a violin off the shelf with a smile to accompany Rozalina's song with. This wasn't something her father believed in, it may have crossed the line of becoming involved, but for Juliet, it felt right.
Perform: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Robert Babcock |
"My lords" - not the only party invited, clearly. References to TBC mean she knows who I am though. If it meant harm then I'd have been accosted by hellknights, not invited to breakfast, but they're still all unknown quantities, and that's a bell that can't be unrung, so stay in the alter ego for now.
Robert takes a spot on the wall and begins drumming his fingers on the scroll case nonchalantly.
Shiriki |
Shiriki arrives again shortly after dawn, this time dressed in nondescript clothing and a wide brimmed hat to keep a low profile. Seeing the variety of people who have assembled, he begins browsing the shelves, although he has no interest in music, until they all leave.
Corsario |
For question I missed, I sent one of my followers to check it out from visiting the store, or peeking if closed. I sent a second to keep watch from across the street.
The store was closed, and the other only saw an un-descript man peek into the store, finding it closed to, after which he departed.
--As Juliet enters, offers Rozalina a good morning, and, while waiting for the supposed Alika, pulls a violin off the shelf with a smile to accompany Rozalina's song with. This wasn't something her father believed in, it may have crossed the line of becoming involved, but for Juliet, it felt right....
When Juliet and Shiriki enter, the blind girl smiles.
"Now that we all are here, we can proceed. My name is Rozalina Romani, and you are welcome to my store. Let Juliet and me sing a song."Both Juliet and Rozalina perform together. Juliet is much better musician than Rozalina singer, but you can feel the singing is authentic, and nice.
After they finish, Rozalina continues.
"Please, follow me into the house."
She stands using his hands for support, and slowly moves towards the back of the store, using his hands to orient herself and avoiding tripping into things.
"Please follow me, all of you, Alika will see you there."
---
If you follow her:
There is a small room, furnished as for a Varisian woman. Humble, but clean. Rozalina Romani lays in the bed and closes her grey eyes, crossing her hands in her chest.
"Alika will be here in a minute."
Suddenly she starts to tremble slightly, and make moaning sounds.
Then she sits in the bed, her eyes closed.
"I am here."
Anything you want to ask, or do you wait for her to continue?
Juliet Morris |
Juliet watches the others curiously, wondering what has brought them there. None of them looked like vigilantes. Though, she realised, neither much did she. As Rozalina lies down, Juliet waits uncertainly, but almost jumps back when Rozalina awakens as Alika. "Alika?" She asks, cautiously.
Corsario |
Rozalina, or whatever is in her now, smiles without opening her eyes.
"Yes, it is me, thanks for coming."
Her face gets serious, and she starts to talk.
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. And great evil, and hunger, and sickness, and darkness, rise up from the pits at the bottom of Korvosa, reaching up to poison and control the head of the monarch of the city. I fear for the inhabitants of the city, as they will suffer greatly, and unless we are able to destroy this great evil, they are doomed."
Her eyes, still closed, seems to shed a tear.
"There are no treasures to plunder here. There is no recognition or reputation to gain. No one will remember us, or know what he have done. Only ourselves will witness our labors. Only us will carry the burden of our toils."
She shakes her head.
"Only for the good of the people we will sacrifice everything. Only for them we will suffer. Only I will thank you for it."
Her face shows a sad smile.
"I already know your answer, but I have to ask anyway. Will you help Korvosa's people? Will you help me in my mission?"
She reaches with her hand.
"Will you do what must be done?"
Ulfgar Helmhammer |
sense motive: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24
afaik, I can use the skill to see when someone's charmed/dominated/possessed/etc, right?
The younger Varisian man cocks an eyebrow incredulously at the proceedings but stares intently at the women throughout her transition. He scrutinizes every little tick and twitch and facial movement she makes, trying to understand what's happening...
drat, ninja'd. Too tired to address tonight- will read tomorrow.
Corsario |
Even with the "I am here" part she is behaving, in his tone, posture,
etc, as the same girl that meet you at the door. But other than that she seems genuinely worried for the city, and sincere in her request for help.
Master Kheldar |
"Oh, well, if there's nothing to gain from it count me out."
He waits for the looks to come and winks and grins, "Seriously, though, what exactly is this 'evil' and what are you asking of us? I like to know a bit more about a job before I'm inclined to take it."
He pulls on his long nose nervously, even if he can trust the girl, can he trust these others?
Areniel |
While others ask questions and make jokes the Varisian musician fidgets quietly. Beneath the veil of his illusion Ulfgar quickly becomes The Avenger (takes 2 rounds/12 seconds with quick change). Then he activates his hat to drop the simple ruse of his current appearance and complete the appearance of his vigilante persona.
"You are mistaken," he declares as his former disguise melts away, "the gods will see what we do, or fail to do, and they will reward, or punish, us accordingly."
Lysander Tremayne |
Lysander's eyes widen at the display, but when she puts forward her declaration, he coughs. "That's all well and good, but I'm not sure why I've been called..."
Then Ulfgar reveals his transformation, taking an angelic form, and Lysander shrugs. He unclasps his cloak and swirls it around, and changes appearance in an instant from lowly beggar to well-dressed nobleman. When he reclasps the cloak, now reversed, it appears finely embroidered and made of expensive fabrics.
"I suppose the masquerade is done, then? Too bad, I was rather enjoying it. I'm guessing we all have our secrets, then."
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar grunts, "Well, you don't have to be showy about it. I had already come to the conclusion that everyone invited had the same secret 'safe with her'..."
He says, as he begins pulling pieces off his face and his clothing transforms from performer to his typical rich attire. The change takes less than a second or two. "Master Kheldar at your service." he says with an exquisite bow, "But you still haven't told us exactly what these portents of evil entail."
Areniel |
Just to clarify: I never appeared as Ulfgar here, I went straight from pretending to be a Varisian musician to being Areniel.
Lysander?!? I knew he had a secret but I would not have guessed it was the kind of secret that would get him invited to a meeting like this... perhaps I'll have a new ally at court... and Keldar too? Perhaps we are all somehow connected to the court...
Juliet Morris |
"Beyond the grave would be safer." Juliet responds dryly. She carefully removes her veil, showing not only that her face isn't disfigured, but is quite beautiful. "Certainly not the stark transformation of some of you," She admits. "But I'm even more fetching with my armour and scythe. You may have heard of me as The Angel of Death."
She grins, "Funny, I've seen most of you around the city before, wouldn't have ever pegged you as the types for this. Though I suppose you probably thought the same of me."
Looking towards Alika, she continues. "Now that we're in this together, perhaps we should learn what 'this' is..."
Lysander Tremayne |
"If we're doing the big reveals, then I suppose I should mention that I'm more recognizable with my furs. They're quite fetching, I'm told." Lysander grins and shrugs. "I'd admired firepelt cougars since I was a boy. Now I almost become one, at least in the minds of the underworld. I'm hoping our mission here lies in that direction?"
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar smirks at the courier, "Well it sounds so BAD when you put it that way."
He glanced around at the vigilantes he has heard rumors of but never really interacted with. Should be entertaining, anyway.
Corsario |
"I am Alika, the Midwife that died in the fire. I have come to help my city. Now you receive the Vision. From the Tangled Briar at the bottom of the Keep the Tyrant awakens, as the Courtesan, lead by the Demon's Lantern, puts his mask on and gets a Beating. Now, when the Eclipse comes, Korvosa will fear and cry towards the heavens as it dies. Unless those who walk with a different name and face challenge them, and prevail against the coming Cyclone, leading an Uprising against the Fiend. You don't believe, but you all know the Teamster, the one you know as Gaedren Lamm, and I can lead you to him. You will defeat the Crows, and find the Hidden Truth."
She smiles.
"You are The Inquisitor, The Empty Throne, The Uprising, The Mountain Man, The Trumpet and The Foreign Trader. Together you are Korvosa's last hope."
Rozalina, or is it Alika, points outward.
"He is at the Waxworks. Its previous owner died when a devilfish attacked his boat, and now he uses it as a hideout. Is a place where desperate anglers can sell off their less fetching catches and where fishmongers dump their old sun-tainted wares that reek with the first hints of decay. The Lost toil among the guts and slime, creating a foul-smelling slurry that can then be resold as bait, fertilizer, and dock-dumplings."
A local favorite among poorer dock workers who can’t afford fresh fish.
"The Teamster himself lounges in his secret chambers in the Waxworks underbelly, accessible only by braving the scum-slick narrows beneath the structure itself. Here, he plays for hours at cards with The Crows, counts his coins and examines his stolen goods, and hurls buckets of chum to his beloved."
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar's nose twitches at the mention of Gaedren Lamm.
Know Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
"Well, well. The old fool is hiding out beneath the Old Fishery over the Jeggare. I don't know about you all, but I have some scores to settle with that man."
He seems to ignore the mystical and supernatural aspect of the encounter. Perhaps it unsettles him, or maybe he is too used to it.
Lysander Tremayne |
Lysander gets a little lost with the mysticism surrounding Anika's speech--he can sense the capital letters, but has no idea what the words mean--but he too latches onto word of Gaedren Lamm. Kheldar's comment grabs his attention further, and he nods. "Under the Fishery? I thought he might be somewhere in that area. I've been looking for him as well. I'd very much like to see him receive justice."
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar excuses himself for a moment, using his arm band to recite the message to Yarblek with instructions to dig around into what this prophecy-like message could mean in terms he can understand.
He then closes the metal cover on it and slips back into the room.
In case his knowledge skills might know more about what was said.
Master Yarblek |
Know Local: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
Know Religion: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Corsario |
Yarblek quickly realizes those are references to Harrow Deck Cards. Prophecy, especially this "mysterious", are normally done by Pharasmite Varisians. The most famous of them, now that he recalls about it, was Saint Alika the Martyr.
Master Kheldar |
Kheldar has an eyebrow raised as he re-enters the room.
"I, ah, discussed this with a little bird, who told me these names are references to the harrow deck. Like the ones I assume we all received. And... he said prophecy of this type is normally done by Pharasmites, the most famous being Alika."
He says the last with a long look at the blind girl, who was apparently channeling that very person. "If things check out with Lamm, this just became a lot more serious." Kheldar tugs on his nose, watching her and the others' reactions.