Curse of the Crimson Throne

Game Master Euan


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The battle is brief, but bloody.

There is some hesitation from the Gray Maidens to Fondo's request. After all they have seen Cressida's forces moving through the city (you have wonderful views from the tower tops - tallest building in the area) and the sounds of combat still fill the air.

But their sergeant rallies them and Fondo's most polite offer is met with arrow fire.

That said, their will weakens quickly when the first couple of rounds of combat come back from the party - and the flame strike ends their resistance. All in all you kill around a dozen before the rest throw down their weapons and scatter into the city, most stripping off their tell-tale armor as they run.

The house is in fairly good condition. Structurally it's still sound of course, but the billeting of a couple dozen troops for a few weeks has taken it's toll on some of the finer furniture. Nothing a few mend spells won't recover (though there is a broken dining room chair that'll take a make whole).

However, the party finds little rest here. Throughout the day AND night troops based here, as well as roving forces, trickle in to the location and you have to fight a couple skirmishes - though none last long. You're able to talk your way out of most of the combats though Fondo won't get much sleep as a result (a lesser restoration in the morning will be fine, otherwise Fondo is fatigued).

That aside, the rest of the day and night pass uneventfully. Please note what you're doing as the fight throughout the city comes in spurts of focused fire as the two sides battle for military supremacy of Korvosa. Remember you need to keep some folks at the house to protect it by word and blade and bow.

You have the following negative levels still lingering I think.

Briar - 0 levels (Briar cast restoration)
Majenko - 5 levels
Barael - 3 levels
Dandilion - 3 levels
Nikolay - 3 levels

I presume Charlie is going to drop three slots to Barael, Dandilion, and Nikolay the following day and one slot this day for Majenko (he lands on Charlie's shoulder and thinks to him in a mocking tone, I always liked you best. Pleeaase?


Male Half Elf (PER +8 | FORT+7 REF+5 WILL+13 | AC 23 (F23, T10) CMD10) Luckstone

Charlie will hit Majenko up before the combat. How can I say no to those deep black pools of yours? He'll fix everyone else up with restorations in the morning. He's excited to finally have use of his Eldritch Bolt ability and exercise his 3 attacks per round.


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Barael stays and defends the House, tired as he may be. The smells of his former home transformed, an attempt for the feral dog to mark its territory and discourage interlopers, Barael uses it to fuel his determination in reestablishing their rightful place in the City.

Eventually, he collapses into bed, the sounds of battle diminishing from his thudding ears. He at least manages to remove his armor, allowing a bit of air to pass through his sweat-stained clothes. Sleep is almost instantaneous.

...

A light tickle passes under Barael's nose, once, then a second time, more insistently. Enough for him to reach for his face, and flick away the tickle, and yet, his hand finds nothing but his own nose.

So, this is She, is it? Quite taken by Her, aren't you? Not a lot of meat on her bones, and those hips don't look much for bearing a litter greater than two. You're young, I guess, so as you'll have enough time if you reconsider. There's web in Her hair, too. You'll overlook quite a bit, huh? Oh!! Something moved in there!!

Barael wipes at his eyes, barely able to make out a dark muffin resting on Dandi's slowly-rising breast. For several moments, Barael stares, confused. He holds deathly still, as his mind thinks over the possibilities. He wants to reach out, and knock it away, but something tells him to be more patient than that.

Be more patient than that, Two-Foot. I'm not going to harm Her. Why would I? Do I have a reason? Are you going to inform me of one, when you can barely grasp what's at hand at this moment? Now, calm your hackles, and let me get a closer look. I can't tell if there's something in the hair, or Her hair just does that...

Barael settles down, and watches what happens next with more than a little interest.


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo takes some time during a pause in the fighting to visit the temple of Pharasma. He seeks out the high priestess and requests an audience.

"The Queen has fled, and plots a deed most foul. Her magics will some thousands kill, that she may never meet the Lady Gray. I beg you this: divine for me what time we have. A day? A week? Twould be a boon. And if you have some prayers to spare, the spirits of my friends need balm."

Diplomacy to request aid: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (3) + 27 = 30

Happy to RP that out, but if you prefer to handwaive... Once finished, he fetches Ruan and Deyanira before returning to the Harrow House. After a bit of prestidigitation, he closes the chamber door for some privacy with Ruan—no doubt interrupted shortly by another skirmish.


Elf:
HP:113/113 AC: 21 (f17/t16)): K(Arc) +17, K(His) +7, K(Pl) +20, K(Rel) +20, Per +24, Sense +12, Spllcft +24/26
DM_Euan wrote:
The battle is brief, but bloody.

Briar puts down his bow, suddenly realizing that maybe Fondo's bloodlust might be exceeding his own.

We didn't need to confront them; they didn't need to resist.

Briar airwalks lower, suddenly feeling pity for the Varisians.

Could it be that it is their nature to be irrational? Can they not overcome their baser instincts? Briar sighs, a realization upon him.

I gain nothing from their slaughter...no more than a man from the stepping upon an ant. They have no magics, nor wisdom, nor insights to share...they are...nothing.

* * *

Briar will rest and craft as per his post a few back, irregardless.


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

What little Dandi can do to free their home from the Gray Maidens, she does. A glare here, a flash from her wand from Nikolay there, it is over eventually, and after that, the cleaning, so much cleaning to make the place feel like home again.

Sleep comes far easier than she wishes; takes her so deep that even dreams are a dim memory when she begins to surface.

Warm. She can feel him next to her, alive and warm and very close, his hand weighing lightly upon her chest. With a smile, she reaches for him from her half sleep, her curls shifting to brush at his fingers where they touch her breast.

"Bare? What time..." his hand twitches, a brush of fur slipping past the fabric of her clothes to touch her skin. ...but he isn't furry, not any longer...

"Barael?!?!"

The spell comes to mind before she can stop it, the only one she has left from the night before. With a heart sickening lurch, she is elsewhere, the slick slide of the shadow step taking her to the door, all before her eyes are even fully opened.


Kepirra D'Bear is awakened for Fondo (she was napping) and joins you presently. She listens and offers, "Commune doesn't work quite that way, but I'll add a few questions to tonight's casting for you."

"As for the restorations, I have one now and can offer another after supper tonight."

Let's say she'll heal Nikolay who joined Fondo briefly for the purpose.

"So join me this evening and I'll have your answers for you and can cast another restoration."

Very nice Dandilion and Barael. :)

- - -

Hand waiving some time passing...

That evening Fondo, presumably, returns to speak with D'Bear, and he has... Dandilion in tow. D'Bear happily casts restoration on her (leaving only Barael to be healed by Charlie in the morning).

She let's you know that she asked, "Will the Queens' plan come to fruition in [/i]duration[/i]?" a few different ways. She said the answer to "a few days" was No, but "a week" was yes. So not tomorrow, but after that who's to say?

So to be clear, the day you went into the castle was Wealday. Today is Oathday and Charlie is down one resoration, but the rest of you are at max and it's just after breakfast (a Hero's Feast I suspect). The Queen could be done as soon as Fireday, tomorrow.

Clear as mud?


Male Human (PER +6 | FORT+15 REF+9 WILL+11 | AC 26 (F24, T14) CMD28)

During his brief sleep Nikolay dreams of a city of lights where people never go to bed until past midnight and never spend any time in their homes--even the rented ones.


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Well, she's quite the twitchy one, isn't she?

Small, ruby eyes keep observing Dandi, while the rat sniffs the bed. Quite abruptly, it finds a warmer spot, and it drops into a ball, turning back to Barael, now almost eye-to-eye.

She won't mind, will she? Twitchy as she is, she doesn't strike me as rude. You'd tell me if she was by now, I'm thinking... Now. Proper introductions. You are Barael, Once Touched, and I am Argente, Taker of Warm Spots. Very pleased to meet you. You look horrible. Try to get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning.

Barael's eyes widen, then scrunch, and he quickly picks up the cinnamon-colored furball, swaddling and all, and bounds from bed, setting it down in the upturned shell of his armor. He flashes a sheepish grin at Dandi, beckoning her return to bed.

The rat remains in its new location, eyes staring toothpicks at the two.

"I'm sorry, my guard was down before she jumped you. Her name's Argente. I'm not quite sure why she's here, but she feels... familiar. Will you be able to sleep with her in the room, or should I find another place for..." Before Barael can finish, the rat chitters loudly.


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

Dandi blinks, suddenly very awake. "Her name is... 'Argente'?" Sure, that makes sense. Doesn't it? Happens all the time, just wake up with a a a .... a furry raththing... pawing at your breast? Her eyes boggles, then are overcome by a fit of giggles.

"She certainly was making herself... familiar... Did one of the guards leave...OH!" Dandi jumps as the rat begins it's rabid chittering, like an old fishwife scolding the kids.

"Oh! No, I suppose not. Entirely too... aware... for that." She folds herself back into bed, reaching out to reassure herself that his hands are his truly *his* hands, warm, human, unfurry.

"She seems to like you well enough. Not that I blame her." Dandi cuddles against him, watching the fuzzy ball of fluff watching from the shellf.

A flash of blue and yellow scurries across the ceiling, the faint scent of curiosity floating with fresh strands of webbing.

"What? No Wraith. Of course we can't eat it. Her. Not it. Her. That's not what she's here for."


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo winces as Ruan rubs against the spot where the one Maiden struck him. Let's hope the welt from Serithtial's flat stays with her quite a while. Lucky she didn't face Briar's arrows... He'd kill all the city if he had enough of them.

He rolls over and drapes his arm over Ruan's side, hand resting on his belly as it rises and falls in sleep. Will you go with me? I care not where. Wherever your music and ambition take us. We'll draw to us what family we now lack. Mayhap your sister'll visit us in our travels... To Absalom, perhaps...

He nuzzles Ruan enough to wake him. He murmurs, "Your vision, love. I'd hear you speak it forth. What vistas would you see in life? What concert halls would draw you to their stage? I'll take you there, away. A season or a year or ever, should you choose." His hand travels up to cup the chest above Ruan's heart.


Male Half Elf (PER +8 | FORT+7 REF+5 WILL+13 | AC 23 (F23, T10) CMD10) Luckstone

Once the skirmishes have subsided, Charlie goes to his room, arm sweeps any clutter off his bed and faceplants. He is like that for an indeterminate amount of time. When the drool starts to crust he rolls over.


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Ruan lightly massages the knuckles of Fondo's hand as he chuckles softly, "I have no such grand plans. I simply want my city back the way it was and to ply my trade in the bars and pubs here. Small crowds, dirty floors, the smell of sloshing beer. That's what I crave."

Charlie wakes before dawn, the pattern of the bedspread engraved in his face and a raspy dryness in his throat. All he wants to do is roll over, but his bladder has other ideas and forces him awake. Shortly after visiting the little-adventurers room, he's snoring again...


Male Human (PER +6 | FORT+15 REF+9 WILL+11 | AC 26 (F24, T14) CMD28)

Nikolay hears Charlie stir and then go back to bed.

How can they sleep?

Soon after the dawn breaks Nikolay takes to some noisy practice with his sword trying to drown out any rooster that might be awake.
CLANK! CRACK!
CLANK! CRACK!
CLANK! CRACK!

"Everyone ready to go?


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo muffles his frown in Ruan's hair. Such beauty should not stay within these city walls. The road is in your blood.

"You've talent and the skill to hold Varisia in sway, sweet lad. But worry not. Korvosa shall be yours. I ask you only this: Come with me a season or a year. Let's see what lies beyond yon hills, before you call Korvosa home for good."


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

The sleep of the dead, that was. Barael rouses himself slowly, begrudgingly. The sleep was untinged by nightmare, so deep it was, and with its absence, he already deals with nostalgia. His cheek rubs roughly across Dandi's soft, soft shoulder, and he almost falls back into bed. That. Only that. Could I let thousands die, falling into forgetfulness in her arms? Ah, but it's not something one forgets, it's just pure selfishness, to want that, and let nothing else matter for those moments that linger too long... Barael breathes deeply, letting it straighten his spine only in the last inhalation.

"Come, my Love. We have a green dress to alter today." He bounds from bed, only to be startled by the rat in his pants, staring up at him. "Oh, so that was real? Hehe. Sorry, Argente, was it? You've arrived at quite the opportune moment, albeit inconvenient. I take it by your continued looks up there, that you've met Wraith? Ok, good."

Barael armors up. "We need to consider again how to breathe underwater, if the Sunken Queen is anything like our second trip back under the waves. You know, I've pretty much completely forgotten that sea hag. Huh. Alright, then. Who can we talk to locally to get some of those potions that'll allow us to swim unfettered?"


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

"Noooo..." Dandi's moans as Barael's warm body shifts from the bed. "The sun lies. It can't be tomorrow yet, can it?" She peeks through her hair and sighs, then sits bolt upright as real consciousness lays claim.

"The Dress!" She slips from the bed, her hair aswirl around her as her mind turns to the destruction of the dress.

" We need to burn it. And drown it in acid. And divide that into 21 containers and send those out in all directions to be mixed with dirt, formed into bricks, and then smashed to... OH!." only then does the fuzzy reality of Argente.

"She's real, then? I thought maybe... No, I suppose not." Dandi approaches cautiously, She's so... twitchy. But she has lovely fur, and her eyes are a beautiful color.

"Good morning." She starts to smile, but thinks better on it. Do rats smile when happy? Or would it seem more a grimace or a threat, all teeth and intention? We wouldn't want that.

"Oh, the potions! I'm not sure, anymore. I won't have time to brew them and it is not one I do all that well; they would not last too long. The queen has decimated the usual sources.But we will need them. I can help with breathing, but the swimming, not so much."

Her gaze goes again and again to the rat, wishing she could understand her.


Male Human (PER +6 | FORT+15 REF+9 WILL+11 | AC 26 (F24, T14) CMD28)

What image of the Sunken Queen's location does Nikolay perceive? Is it underwater?


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo awaits his lover's word, a charming smile on his face that has convinced even avowed enemies to heed his words.

. . . . . . . . . .

He rises early enough in the morning and consults with Deyanira over kahve.

"We go in search of Ileosa in her hidey hole, the Sunken Queen. No doubt we'll need to venture into darkened depths. Your magics shall afford us much advantage in that quest, my friend. Will you come, to send us on our way outside her den? Could you get some magics from the school, to send us on our way? Tis best, I think, to walk on wind, and mayhap potions that can help us swim."

He considers a moment. "After, if anything should happen, I'd see this as your home. Ruan and you have come to be my family true. I'd see you have your hearts' desires." He frowns a bit. "The road still calls me hence. You both are true my home, but I cannot one hearth abide. An anchor would a blessing be, but also winds on which to sail..."


Ruan smiles weakly and casts about for something proper to say. He makes wonderful music with his instrument, but when it comes to voice, he's quite at a loss unless the words are someone else's.

As Fondo continues though he brightens, "Yes, yes, an anchor. I shall always be here for you... here in Korvosa."


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Barael considers the room for a moment, before meeting with the others for breakfast. "I wanted badly to reclaim what was ours, you know, before we knew how dark things were going to become. Now, it feels like it'll be just as hollow as it was before we routed the maidens when we leave here." He pats the wood in the doorframe, eyes the new lock on the door, no longer matching the key in his pouch. Things change, they move on in our absence.

"And that's alright, it is. That's because we're allowed to change the definition of 'home'. Doesn't have to be a building. Doesn't need a roof. Just has to be worth returning to, and where you want to rest your head for the rest of your days." Barael taps his forehead to Dandi's shoulder, then reaches down to accept Argente into his palm.

"Now, about you. We're about to lay our lives on the line one last time, and you're awfully squishy. You'll have to hang on tight, and stay out of sight. For now, become comfortable, and come meet the others. For later, well, that'll come later." The rat slips past his shoulder, and rests on top of Barael's Haversack for the time being.

Barael turns back to Dandi. "I can only guess that Argente is here because of your... effect on me, right? I can feel it, the magic. I've wondered at it as it's been bestowed upon me numerous times, but now, I think I can call it, too. She wants me to settle down for some time to discuss... things. I don't know what say, really, except thank you for such an insight. It's kinda thrilling to think on the possibilities."

...

Around the breakfast table, Barael tries to make proper introductions. He extends his palm, flat up, and allows the rat to scurry down his arm. "This here's Argente. She made herself known to us last night. I think she wants to join us on our last push against the queen. Just wanted you to know she's no ordinary cupboard rat. Argente, this is Briar, he's quite the wielder of magic and arrow. Charlie's the one you can smell before you see him, and he's a blessing of a healer. Nik has the queen's scent already, and he'll lead us directly to her, and he has quite the sword for company, himself. Fondo, he carries Seri to her ultimate goal, and has been a Brov most true. And you already met Dandi. And Wraith of course."

Argente takes in each of the pack, in her own turn. So, Elf, Old Man, Sword Man, and Gypsy. They've kept you alive long enough, so I will trust them as well. They all have their scents, you're right about that.

"So. Are we ready to depart? Have our means to breathe and swim? Nik, you ready to lead us? I only need an hour to chitter, perhaps a little more, then I should be ready myself."


Male Human (PER +6 | FORT+15 REF+9 WILL+11 | AC 26 (F24, T14) CMD28)

Aware of the feast's magical benefits, Nikolay dines with the others barely tasting the delicious food. He grabs whatever is nearest and eats it methodically as if mixing a potion. An apple is consumed in a dozen even bites. A leg of chicken is stripped clean to the bone without a change of pace as meat, fat, sinew, and tendons are consumed. Only when drinking the ale does a smile appear on Nikolay's face.

He takes in the arrival of the rat and pauses in his rote intake of magical nutrients.

"Welcome Argente, what brings you to our cause? Have you a score to settle with the queen also? Are you indeed a rat or something more? If not, you might want to stay in Korvosa. It will likely be safer than where we are going. There could be fates worse then ending up on some poor man's dinner table."


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Barael swings his hand in Nik's direction, as Argente curls her tail 'round his wrist to support herself. Ruby eyes consider the magus, then turn from chiseled jaw to once-whiskered chin. Barael waits for a response, along with Nik, even going so far as to bounce his hand up and down in an attempt to make the rat speak.

Careful! I have only so much balance to remain on your sweaty palm as it is without you jostling me about! His voice is nice, nice set of canines too. What is it he's saying? He knows my name at least, with your proper introductions, thank you for that.

Barael stops bouncing his hand immediately, sensing the rat's displeasure. "Looks like she's playing coy with you, Nik. I get the sense that she's not threatened by you, at least. I'd agree with you, too. I worry for her. She doesn't seem to see sense regarding being left behind, even if it's for a brief stay."

Oooo, there's plenty of worry about, Once-Touched. Alright then, you're sharing thoughts on leaving me behind, am I right? Well, I would answer you in a manner your thick skull is like to remember...

It's at this moment when rather long front teeth find the flesh between Barael's thumb and pointer, and it's all Barael can do to not hurl the rat across the room in protestation.


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

"Nikolay's right, it is likely to be dangerous. But I almost never leave Wraith behind. Still, she cannot swim, we will need something for tha....AIEIGH! She bit you! I can't believe she bit you! Wraith would never, well, ok, there was that one time, but...?"Dandi sputters as she tries to look at the bite upon Barael's hand.

"This won't do. Deyanira, do you think they might have something to help at the school? I remember I think some sort of thing that would allow more safety for our uhhh *friends* such as Argente. And you too, Wraith. Of course. No, it wasn't well done, but she's new. At least new to Barrie. Yes, of course. I don't know I'll consider it. But let's hope it doesn't come to that. Good Friends DON'T Bite, Argente!" Dandi rambles, her focus jumping from one to the other in her concern and irritation. The last is turned upon the fuzzy orange predator with the taste of Barrie still in her mouth, her displeasure most likely clear in any language. Dandi would like to see about a scroll of Carry Companion to learn. To keep her friends safe.


Elf:
HP:113/113 AC: 21 (f17/t16)): K(Arc) +17, K(His) +7, K(Pl) +20, K(Rel) +20, Per +24, Sense +12, Spllcft +24/26

Briar looks at the Rat (no, the other one) and nods his head towards Argente, already holding the little creature with more esteem than...nevermind...

"Welcome, NewRat. I am delighted to have you with us. May your cheese always be like Barael's armor: smelly and full of holes."

Briar enjoys what he thinks might be his near final breakdrinking with Charlie, enjoying the strong drink that was common to the morning benediction.

I shall miss this...should we fail or succeed, we may never have this again.

Briar sups to savor the meal. As usual, he thanks Charlie for the repast.

"Halfblood, without you, we surely would have fallen long ago. Your steady need to drink has kept us all full satiated from the geyser of life."

He does not say much more for the meal, his mind set on the battles ahead.

* * *

Briar finishes up his crafting for the day and makes ready to go to the Sunken Queen.


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Almost in tandem with Briar's words, Argente finds the cheese as quickly as a rat finds the... well, yeah...

Barael snorts while sucking at his hand, as Briar makes Argente welcome. "I do manage to get hit quite a lot, don't I? Something tells me my Vanish is going to do nothing to improve my odds against Illy. Let's just hope Fondo can strike true and often, and bring her low before she knows what fate's been brought to her doorstep."

As Barael listens to Nik describe the structure that awaits them all, Barael turns to Fondo. "You seem quite friendly with the Pharasma priests, Brov. Do you think we can secure some potions to deal with the water levels Nik suggests exist. I'm still in debt, so I might be eager to spend everyone's monies."

Barael reaches over to snag a piece of cheese out of Argente's paws, and wrinkles his nose, before popping it into his mouth. The rat stands still for a moment, before scavenging more cheese.


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo buries his frown in Ruan's hair. Aye, another pleasant waypoint in a traveler's journey, but not a fellow traveler. No true Varisian, Desna bless him.

He disentangles himself and idly draws some cards from Zellara's deck.

Harrowcast to follow.

Seeing only victory foretold, he smiles and arms himself for battle – a battle of wills with his obstinate Brov, and of course the lesser quest to depose Ileosa.

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Fondo smiles at learning that the party's rodent rat-io has increased. "Argente, you're twice as pretty as our other rat. Tis nice to see a rat of proper size."

Winking at Barael, he digs into Charlie's feast. "Poor'enedra's spells'll guard against the water as well as Brov's sweet smell. No worry there. But mayhap ought we wards against true evil buy. Enchantment's heavy with our foes."


So is the party purchasing the water-borne support package (link)?

Also, I'm not clear on the plan. You can get two scrolls of wind walk (link) or you can teleport in with Nikolay and Deyinara. Teleportation is instant of course, but the wind walk will only take a couple hours or so I think. Nikolay can home in at full speed.

Today is Oathday. Briar has said he's going to craft today - be done mid-afternoon or so if he gets up early. So the party can be there by mid-afternoon or supper depending on the travel and attack right away to beat the clock.

If you're not teleporting to the Sunken Queen, Deyanira can ferry a few of you to Kaer Maga and back to deal with Saul where any number of things might be obtained before departure.

DM Rolls:
1d100 ⇒ 671d100 ⇒ 26


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)
DM_Euan wrote:

So is the party purchasing the water-borne support package (link)?

Also, I'm not clear on the plan. You can get two scrolls of wind walk (link) or you can teleport in with Nikolay and Deyinara. Teleportation is instant of course, but the wind walk will only take a couple hours or so I think. Nikolay can home in at full speed.

Today is Oathday. Briar has said he's going to craft today - be done mid-afternoon or so if he gets up early. So the party can be there by mid-afternoon or supper depending on the travel and attack right away to beat the clock.

If you're not teleporting to the Sunken Queen, Deyanira can ferry a few of you to Kaer Maga and back to deal with Saul where any number of things might be obtained before departure.

** spoiler omitted **

Not big on the idea of dragging things out for crafting. Happy to roleplay that out, but doesn't make sense story-wise. We've discussed previously and feels like beating a dead horse to RP it out more.

Sorry for brevity and doing this OOC. I'm pretty slammed this week preparing for a month in Europe. :-)

Also, not keen on teleporting: Nikolay has an error free lock on the destination, but Deyanira does not.


Male Half Elf (PER +8 | FORT+7 REF+5 WILL+13 | AC 23 (F23, T10) CMD10) Luckstone
Briar said wrote:
Halfblood, without you, we surely would have fallen long ago. Your steady need to drink has kept us all full satiated from the geyser of life.

"If any of us make it out alive, there will always be a place at my table and drink from my bottle. I hope to have more regular dealings with you all, but if we spread to the four winds, know that you all have a place in my heart. Even you, Old Man."

With that he takes a pull and passes.


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Barael finishes scribbling on the back of Togomor's map, his eyebrows raising in appreciation. "From the looks of this, Saul and/or Corbinian are going to be quite pleased, if we decide this very day to do business with them." Barael passes around the laundry list of acquired items.

"Might I encourage us to flee to Kaer Maga once last time before heading directly at the queen? With this amount of resource, we can arm ourselves quite nicely before we risk our necks." Barael looks to each Harrowed expectantly. The rat climbs his arm, and proceeds to clean itself on Barael's shoulder.

Barael will try and secure a Necklace of Ki Serenity (16K), and throw ample monies at the party's acquistion of heavy healing and restoration... diamond dust ain't cheap... Death Wards, anyone?


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

"That would be great. We could pick up some scrolls and potions and stuff and still get back here by the time Briar's done. " Dandi watches the rat climb over and around Barael's shoulders.

"and the trip would give Argente time to spend getting to know Wraith. That would be a good thing, I think."


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Barael studies Fondo's light frown. "Brov, I sense you're a little ill at ease with our travel to Kaer Maga. Trust that we'll not delay this any longer than is necessary. Saul is all business when we engage his services. He knows the direness of the situation. And who knows? He might even take the Masks off our hands, seeing we're trying to head off such an immense evil."

...

Barael enjoys seeing Saul's familiar face. "Your timing couldn't be better, though I will admit a bit of disappointment that we can't rid ourselves of the Masks." Barael looks to Dandi. "I think we might just as well destroy them as curse some poor merchant to a midnight encounter with a Bug." He tucks the Masks away, silently promising himself to never don a one again.

Collecting his items, Barael informs Saul of all the recent events to have transpired in Korvosa. "Kaer Maga has been good to you, it appears, but I'd encourage you to return to Korvosa, maybe keep your channels open in both rivers of trade." Barael gives Saul a brief but strong hug. "Not sure what's to come, but know you played your part, helping us as you've done. Should our paths ever cross again, I hope it brings us both fortune."

Barael makes sure the party's items are secured, and watches Dandi as she finishes her acquisitions. He feels a calm rinse over him. Almost done. This is almost done. One way, or another, we will have done what was within our power to have done. I only hope it's enough.

Argente scrambles from her perch on his backpack, into the tangles of his hair. What's got you all fuzzy, all of a sudden? Oh, her. Never far away from her, I've gathered. You know how vulnerable you are if I ever come to harm, right? Oh, you'll swoon, and mourn, but you'll get over me soon enough. Your true vulnerability, well, it's external, it's twitchy, and it can't decide what language it wants to use when it talks in its sleep. You want my advice? Keep her as far away from our final destination as you can. Or stick her in one of those shiny turtle shells. Not sure how you get her back out of it. Perhaps a can opener.

Barael chases the rat for a moment, pulling her from his hair. "You really need to learn some boundaries, Argente. Where there's hair, beware. You're welcome to remain above my clothes, and stay outta my hair. And, yes, she is quite pretty. And, yes, stay out of her hair, as well."


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo shakes his head at Barael and smoothly turns his frown into a laugh. "Fair thee well in Kaer Maga. If you should see some armor that befits Serithtial, pray throw some sails at Saul." He collects what coin he can to purchase goods from the Pharasmites.

Later in the morning, he pays a visit to Cressida's troops to check on their progress securing the city. "Have you perchance secured the help of those who craft the cure for plague? What news have you of Old Korvosa's folk?"


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

"We'll be fine, Fondo, and quick. If we can turn what we have into things we can use, we may yet wash the evil green from this land. I want to be as prepared as possible."

***

Dandi grins and hugs Saul fiercely when she sees him. It seems like it's been weeks, maybe even months, though surely it was only a day or three. She reaches out as Barrie puts the masks away, "such a perversion of what could be a wonderful extension of the bonds of insect and man." she brushes her fingers over them, saying goodbye. "But yes, I think that's for the best, Barrie."

Dandi pulls a list from her pocket, handing it over to Saul (will send separately). "I don't know if you'll be able to find most of these, but all of them that you can would be helpful. Oh! and a weapon, something larger than my little sickle, and magicked, if you have one."


Cressida's second in command, Mosaw, gives a briefing to Fondo, and any others who attend.

Riots and battle fill the streets as the rebels begin taking back neighborhoods from remaining Ileosan loyalists, Gray Maidens, and other holdouts. They expect a few more days of heavy fighting, but they control the castle, thanks to you, and the Citadel - where Cressida is now coordinating troops.

As for the plague, they've done little yet. The real 'mass' curing comes from a wizard in the Acadamae who can mass produce the antidote, but the Acadamae is blocked off at the moment so they're doing the best they can with the supplies they have. Most of the plague had been eradicated though (excepting in Old Korvosa), so it's not as big a problem as it could be.

Old Korvosa they haven't cracked yet. The bridge is still held by loyalists, though it should fall today sometime. The Arkonan forces, such as they are, are doing their best to maintain order in Old Korvosa and are coordinating with Cressida's troops. It is expected that Old Korvosa will take some time to settle - even once troops fill the streets. It's been lawless for a little while now and the petty warlords that have sprung up will hold their power as long as they can.


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo nods at Mosaw. "Thanks for that, my friend. I'd gladly join the troops who fight the bridge this day. Help marshall those who'd see the people's business done."

Not accepting 'no' for an answer, Fondo finds his way to the Old Korvosa bridge. He walks up to a bedraggled young soldier bearing the Korvosan Guard's banner. "A boon, my lad? I have some words to say ere we attack again."

He takes the banner in hand and mutters his spell and summons up glibness before striding out and jumping onto a flat-bedded wagon.

"I give you greetings, friends, Korvosa waits around us for this final push. We'll see the island free ere day is done."

He turns his attention to the Gray Maidens who still guard the bridge. "Gray sisters—Korvosans and those come from Cheliax: I pray you, rest. Lay down your arms. Your Queen has fled and plots this day to end your kindreds' lives. Corrupt she is, and guilty of foul crimes. You need not bear her bloodied banner hence. Surrender and the folk here shall forgive."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (20) + 27 = 47 +1 from charmed, perhaps, and his voice should carry for quite a good long ways.

Bluff, if you require for some reason (perhaps to seem as certain of mercy as he wants them to believe?): 1d20 + 21 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 21 + 20 = 57

He stands ready with the banner—not eager to issue a call to battle, but set upon freeing the poor from their island prison.


More than a few relent and drop their weapons and begin to leave the barricades, their impressive training snapped by the silken voice of Fondo.

...but they are immediately attacked by the others who were not so swayed. A brawl forms on their line and there is a brief stunned silence from Cressida's forces as they look on. A few of the sergeants get the clue at the same time and charge their men into battle - quickly and painlessly closing through the killing ground of the bridge itself. The others follow.

The ensuing fight is brief. Those that crossed the line and those already opposed to the Queen make quick work of those few holdouts left behind.

The bridge is held by Cressida.


Elf:
HP:113/113 AC: 21 (f17/t16)): K(Arc) +17, K(His) +7, K(Pl) +20, K(Rel) +20, Per +24, Sense +12, Spllcft +24/26

While Fondo struts and leads more battles where varisians die, Briar crafts. The elf chooses to engage in the creation of magic, rather than coffins. His elven eyes leading his fine elven hands in the somber dedication to his craft, to his god, to himself.

This is for you, Nethys. Without your divinity, them mortals would never have the magics upon wish to dream. I pity those without it.

Briar works and works, confident that both the Waif and the notRat will be able to shop for what he needs.

When he is done crafting, he places his new shoes on, makes a final check of his gear and arrows, spells and pouches, magics and alchemicals.

After another prayer to Nethys, he is ready to go.


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Fondo calls out as the blessed maiden turncoats defend themselves against the diehards,

"You have the right, and justice shall be yours.
Stand strong, that we may see Korvosa free,
And you as well, her daughters now returned."

A few rounds of Inspiring Command used lingeringly, not to mention getting to use his Banner bonus for the first and probably last time! Woot!

When the fighting's done, Fondo greets the Maidens. "Tis time your face saw light of day." He approaches one smiling, putting his hands out as if to help them remove her helm.

He shakes hands and even hugs some of Ileosa's forces. He then looks to the fallen Gray Maidens. "Let's see these others spared, if they still live. Ileosa's viper tongue has us all bewitched. These more than most."


The Gray Maiden stiffens a little as if she doesn't want to be handled, but she lets Fondo remove her mask. She is sweaty, though beautiful, underneath. She shies from the light a little, or perhaps it's just her own embarrassment at being on the wrong side for so long...

The celebration doesn't last long though as the former Gray Maidens are taken prisoner (they are sent back to the citadel) and troops are stationed to hold the bridge.

Fondo returns to the group in the mid-afternoon flush with the heady victory of battle. The others fall in, having done the various things they'd all planned to do that day (visit Kaer Maga, Craft, etc).

The group crowds around Nikolay as he painstakingly describes the target to Deyanira. In a few moments, the party is ready to go.

Please note any last minute prep. I'll be teleporting you tonight, if not sooner.


Male Human (Init +7 | Per +16 | Fort +16 Ref +15 Will +11* +1 enchant, +4 language & sonic | AC 32 (f25/t19) | CMD36*)

Please see earlier description of Deyanira buffs.

Before leaving the battle, Fondo asks Mosaw, "The ones who turned away—you'll see them treated fair and just, I hope. And even others should some mercy get. The Queen's words poison souls, and mercy sets them right."

Returning to the group, he beams. "You should have seen the beauty as the Maidens saw the light. Well, some did see. The others... Some will see the light when wounds shall mend. Let's see their lives are safe. Serithtial has thirst to quench."


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)

Barael sniffs deeply, taking in the atmosphere of Saul's shoppe. Nodding to himself, he waits for Dandi to bring them back to Korvosa, to reunite. Kaer Maga has its own musk. So does Korvosa. I know it now. I've learned it. Experienced it firsthand. Only wonder what else there is out there. I don't want to wonder neither. I want to smell it myself.

Barael thinks about delaying their return to Korvosa, to take in a light dinner, but doesn't speak up. We're carrying quite a haul of equipment, more for the means for our success against the queen. We can't risk being robbed, show up empty-handed. As Dandi teleports them, Barael can't help but think how easy is would be to simply pick a different location, and begin again. The thought is quickly ushered out, replaced by a grim determination.

...

Fondo wrote:
"You should have seen the beauty as the Maidens saw the light. Well, some did see. The others... Some will see the light when wounds shall mend. Let's see their lives are safe. Serithtial has thirst to quench."

"Yes, the only blood we should see sacrificed should be the queen's."

...

Barael listens intently as Nik and Deyanira connect mentally over their destination, as he loads his wrist sheath with the newly purchased wand. "So, are we ready, then?"


half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

With nearly everything packed, Dandi turns and reaches for Barael's hand. "There's just one more thing. I bought this, for Argente. Do you think she'll like it? It's very roomy inside. It even has these little holes, you see..." She holds up the little familiar's satchel, just the thing for a traveling rat to call home. It would be nice to have a home, one not covered in blood and bile and more death to come.

It would be so easy, to land anywhere else. Except where else would I know enough to go? And how would I look him in the eye every morning once we were there? It is too much, but it is what needs doing and there is no denying we are as ready as we'll ever be to do it.


Male Human (Per +18 | Fort +12 Ref +16 Will +12 | AC 24 (f 19/t 17)| CMD 30/f 25)
Dandi wrote:
"There's just one more thing. I bought this, for Argente. Do you think she'll like it? It's very roomy inside. It even has these little holes, you see..."

Aaaiieeee should have known. She reads minds, Once Touched. You're probably clueless about her skills, aren't you? I give you the idea to contain her and keep her safe, and I'm the one stuck in a shell... Well, it is quite roomy... accounts for my girth after I've gorged... so there is that. Look at that, I can even turn around.

Argente finds her way into the satchel, a light chittering echoing from within, before going quiet.

Barael listens to Dandi, finally taking his eyes off her to actually study the satchel with her instructions.

"Well, I wouldn't have thought to pick up one of these. Thank you, my Love. Argente will be most grateful, I think." Barael hefts the satchel, then flicks it into the air in a singular revolution. Before he's had a chance to catch it again, his face begins in comedy, and ends in tragedy. "Sorry!! Sorry, Argente!! I... forgot... you know..." Argente's head emerges, while Barael's hand moves just quickly enough to avoid the anticipated bite. "Yeah, yeah... alright, I deserved that... just count that attempt as your one and done." Barael tucks the satchel away softly, only after the chittering dies down again.


Elf:
HP:113/113 AC: 21 (f17/t16)): K(Arc) +17, K(His) +7, K(Pl) +20, K(Rel) +20, Per +24, Sense +12, Spllcft +24/26

Arriving fashionably late, And when I say 'fashionably', I mean that Briar is sporting some sweet, Nethys marked sweet non-gnomic Elven gloves, Briar trots up to the party. His bow is strung over a shoulder. The quiver near his leg bounces lightly. The symbol of Nethys...one if his first items of power, is attached to his tunic within easy reach.

He feels focused and refreshed, as if the free time stolen given has renewed his spirit and his connection to his magics and his god.

"Are we ready, Mortals? Is the time at hand to end his madness?" Briar looks from face to face, confident and trusting. "We have yet to fail when we have worked together...let this be no different."

He casts a few spells, readying himself for what my come later. Delay poison, atol haul, and gr. magic weapon, extended Air ElfWalk.

Briar moves closer to Nikolay.

"Are you ready, Sward? Time for your sword to achieve yet more of its destiny. If found you for this, did it not?"


Male Human (PER +6 | FORT+15 REF+9 WILL+11 | AC 26 (F24, T14) CMD28)

"Destiny? Maybe. You know I am neither the religious nor mystical type. However, I will admit to forces at work beyond my comprehension. Whether I am a champion, a pawn, or a fool of some greater power remains to be seen."

Nikolay spins his sword in his hand.

"Well, friend, what do you think?"

"I care not for such musings. We are here. We are together. And we will see the city protected. That is enough."

Nikolay casts stoneskin before reaching out to the others to begin the teleport.

spells:

5th (4/day) — teleport, teleport, teleport (me +5 others), corrosive consumption
4th (5/day) —dimension door (me +5 others), monstrous physique II, greater infernal healing, greater invisibility, stoneskin (cast immediately before teleporting)
3rd (6/day) —haste, haste, vampiric touch, vampiric touch, daylight, fly
2nd (6/day) —frigid touch, frigid touch, glitterdust (DC 17), glitterdust (DC 17), glitterdust (DC 17), mirror image, scorching ray
1st (7/day) —burning hands (DC 16), chill touch (DC 16), color spray (DC 16), magic missile, shield, true strike, vanish
0 (at will)—dancing lights, detect magic, light, mage hand, prestidigitation (DC 15)

Limited abilities:

All abilities noted as USED/AVAILABLE.
Black Blade Arcane Pool 0/4
Empowered Magic 0/1
Maximized Magic 0/1
Quickened Magic 0/1
Haste rounds from armor 0/10
Arcana 0/12
Pearl of Power 0/1


DM Rolls:
1d100 ⇒ 281d100 ⇒ 80

The party gathers together in the entry hall. The house is secured and Deyanira and Ruan will do their best to keep the Gray Maidens out - or flee. She plans to check with Cressida about some troops perhaps - just for the day or two you’re gone.

The party vanishes in a flash, though it should be noted that Deyanira slows her casting, just a bit, so she isn’t first to the Sunken Queen.

You arrive and look onto the Sunken Queen in all its former glory (graphic).

Surrounded by a grove of primeval mangroves and draped in immense sheets of moss and vines, the horns of the Sunken Queen seem to claw at the sky like the blind talons of an immense monster drowned in an abyss of mud. On the east side of the pyramid, which leans heavily into the marshy slough, one of the three original horns has collapsed, leaving a jagged, metallic stump. On the south side, barely dented by the elements and millennia of neglect, is a giant relief of a standing, naked woman, her lean, idealized figure immersed in murky water up to the knees.

Deyanira casts a few support spells (see Fondo for details) and teleports back to Korvosa, and safety (relatively). The mud squelches around your non-gnomish footwear and you plot your advance on the structure.

There are air holes into the upper chambers which you could pass through if you were more gaseous. There is also a formal entrance with wide steps underwater (yeah, you can’t quite see it in the muck, but you’ll find it).


Elf:
HP:113/113 AC: 21 (f17/t16)): K(Arc) +17, K(His) +7, K(Pl) +20, K(Rel) +20, Per +24, Sense +12, Spllcft +24/26

Briar immediately takes to the air, walking back and forth to gain some height, trudging like a commoner. He wants to scout the immediate area for danger.

1d20 + 24 ⇒ (3) + 24 = 27 Perception

"Well done, Sward. I think this must be it."


Nothing leaps out at Briar, nor does he see anything terribly dangerous though there is a lot of flora and fauna about. And a crocodile, but she's not even dire...

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