DM Harpwizard’s Heroes of Elsir Vale
Game Master Solaric

I glance back at Thordak while I'm working. I give him a visual cue to stall, to give me time to work.

Thordak now stands in the doorway, only letting the gnome or Bofus out if they'd like. "Looks like your career is up in smoke!" Thordak laughs, looking at the pitiful man. "Florence seems to be the only one with actual musical talent, Oi'd say!"

Mantooth, if you are using a shield in your left hand you do not get the 1.5 times your strength. If you used the weapon with both hands, then yes.

In The Hallway

Cebrë is growing paler by the minute. You have not been able to stabilize her, yet. You believe she will be dead soon if nothing is done.

""Know that the justice of Iomedae is dealt swiftly on those who follow the path of evil. Leave the corpse."

Lockstar holds on to the corpse keeping him locked in his own grip. "Can't you see it is dead! Why can't you just leave it alone! What the hell do you want with it?!"

The half-orc, Mashkar Rogback, steps forward and says, "Me will crush them for Lockstar!"

The bard replies, "Just leave them alone, Rogback. Wait, what the hell are you doing in my room! Whoever is in there, get out of there immediately! You have no right to intrude on my privacy!"

In Room 7

Bofus, apparently you made a mistake. There is a trap on the chest. A burst of Flame Strike explodes in a 10 foot radius around the chest.

Damage 8d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 1, 5, 5, 2, 1) = 20 Reflex Save DC 17 for half damage.

At least you no longer need to disable the trap. Disable Device check to unlock it, please.

Reflex save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 <--wwwhhheeewww!! No damage due to Evasion

Dammit. Maybe the gig is up. But I'll go ahead and go for the disable device now . . .

Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

I turn to Lockstar: The vermin with which you made a "deal" was an Imp. One of the vilest and evilest of creatures from the lower planes. If you truly made a deal with this creature then I pray for your soul. I hope for your sake that you do lose any ill gotten musical skills as that may be a sign that you are not yet lost. However my advice to you is for you and your lapdog to turn about and find a temple of good where you can repent. With this horrid monster dead, you may still have hope. However, these good folk who assisted in defeating this creature are unlikely to provide you with better treatment than that given to your master should you remain here. Turn around and leave this Inn now, and we will allow you to live, do otherwise and we will assume the devil already took your soul and shall send you to hell to be reunited with it for all eternity.

This was said using intimidate.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

I then turn to Mantooth: Well met Sir Longbrow, I am Tirion Jörðhár. I must complement you on your fine skills with your blade. And also well met to the rest of you who helped defeat this vile hell spawn.

Florence is so enraged that this devilish thing dealt Cebre such a fatal wound that she is not in the mood for friendly chatting
Walking over to Lockstar and his degenerated orcish bodyguard, she spits

Listen up you bastard, the devil, you made a deal with, has wounded my friend and should she die, you will met the same fate and yes, that does also mean our joined venture is not going to happen!

Then she runs over to Mantooth

Can you do anything for her? Shall I fetch a potion or something?

In the hallway

Lockstar looks at the dark skinned gnome for a moment and then replies, "You don't understand. All my life I have dreamed of becoming a master bard. I want people to respect me and shower me with fame and fortune! The problem is that I hate practice. I never wanted to work at it, and besides, it is so boring to just sit and play. I just want all of the rewards, the fame, the wealth, and the glory! This devil was able to offer me all of this all I had to do was help him acquire a few items as I went. Xaktzar never harmed anyone before. What did you do to provoke him? Now please, I beg of you. please do not harm me. I will go to a temple as you request. Although I don't know what they can do for me. I am beyond saving. I don't mean anyone any harm, but I am already finished without Xaktzar to enable me to perform like a celebrity bard! There is no way that I can go out in front of an audience now!" Turning to Florence, he says, "I am most sorry, madame, for the harm I have caused. I can't remember your name, my dear, but you will have to put on the concert at Vellorian's on your own tonight. The show must go on, but you see, I am finished!"

In room 7

While they visit in the hallway, Bofus, you are able to unlock the chest and remain unscathed.

The chest is filled with a vast amount of gold, gems, and jewelry as well as the other Eye of the Dragon."

As I close the chest, I'll start to climb out the window I'm closest to. As soon as I'm outside adn making my way down, I'll sofly call out Thordak, I'm clear. YOu can let him in now.

Climb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Acrobatics for a soft fall: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

wow, two 1's and a 2. Dice bot HATES me today!!

My goal is to quickly and quietly make it to the Wyvern entrance from the outside. I'll determine what I do when I get there (and see the situation).

Mantooth kneels down next to Cebrë and attempts to close the open wound on her chest.

Lay on Hands 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

@Florence "I've done the best I can. I don't have anything to cure her poison, so if you have a potion I would suggest you retrieve it quickly."

@Tirion "Thank you, sir. You seemed to be equally skilled in magic. Have you any spells that would help my friend?" Mantooth asks, still kneeling by Cebrë.

Hearing Lockstar readily agree to Tirion's suggestions, Mantooth raises an eyebrow at the "bard's" response.
Sense Motive Check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Does Mantooth sense any evil from the two now?

The half-orc, Mashkar Rogback, steps forward and says, "Me will crush them for Lockstar!"

Receiving the all clear from Bofus, Thordak steps from the doorway into the hall. "Watch yourself, ye' brute. You'd be wise not to get yourself put down the way the devil creature did."

Intimidate 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

Thordak has only a little bit of trouble trying to look up and get eye-contact with the orc.

Do I think a potion of cure poison could still save her?

To Mantooth: I am sorry, my skills in the healing of the living are limited at best. Were she a statue or a building of stone, I could be of assistance.

To Thordak - quietly and jestingly: From the sounds of things, either your little friend may need some healing, or he is very skilled at falling and exploding.

To Lockstar: If the sole reason for your joining with the Imp was your laziness, then perhaps you truly are evil at heart and I should dispatch with you now. Any person - even an uneducated human as yourself - should know that a creature such as that will never benefit you. If you are not evil, you will go now and ask forgiveness in the cathedral. If it is your laziness that brought you to work with this vile thing, then your repentance should be hard manual labor. Perhaps this will teach you the value of work and dedication.
Remember, you have just mortally wounded, and possibly killed this good lady's friend. Tonight it appears she shall perform a concert. Having heard many a fine bard perform, my guess is that you will be the focus of her performance, and not in a manner which will endear you to the town folk. If you have already begun redeeming yourself, then perhaps the people of this good town will not chase you out with burning torches. The choice is yours lazy man, but remember, in but seconds we reduced your devil to a smoldering corpse - the same result could befall you as well.

@Tirion

Lockstar replies to you. "I am leaving, I am leaving. Don't hurt me, I will just grab my stuff and be gone. Trust me, I will repent!" The bard and his assistant push past to enter his room.

@Florence. You believe that Cebrë is beyond the help of a potion at this point. Her death is imminent.

@ Mantooth You are still unable to detect any evil auras on either of the two.

You lay your hands on Cebrë's wounds. Although the physical injury heals, she is still deathly sick from the poison that was injected into her heart. Her face quickly turns pale white in color and her lips start turning black. Her eyes glare upward as she struggles to resist the deadly effects of the poison, but it is nearly impossible to resist this mortal wound. As you aid her, doing everything that you can to bring comfort and healing, the half elf looks up into your eyes as if she is trying to say something. Bending down to listen to her, she utters the words, "I am not . . . going . . . make it . . . my journal . . . read it . . . . thank . . you . . .every . . one . . . " As you hear her final wards, she breaths her last breath and all is quiet in the hallway.

With sullen countenance Florence glowers at the floor, those nearby can hear her teeth grinding.

Since I kept my mind on business and am now outside, I have no idea what's going on up there, so I'll behave accordingly.

I'll dust myself off and limp back into the Inn's common room, and head straight for the lockbox.

After locking the Wyvern's lockbox back up, I'll immediately loko for Master Yab and, if no one's around, slip him his key. Hey--I found this. Everythings's where it belongs

Then I'll make my way upstairs.

** spoiler omitted **

@ Yab: DAMMIT!! All that effort wasted!! I thought it was just *my* stuff that was pilfered, I had no idea it was everyone!! Here, take your key. I'll be right back.

I run up the stairs yelling. Don't let that fraud leave!! Get that chest, there's more booty in it!!

I'm trying to decide how Bofus will react to seeing Cebre dead, i'll have to think about it and post a little later

@ Florence: You have my deepest sympathies m'lady. However, before you can mourn, we must make sure that this lazy bard wannabe does not deceive or harm anyone else.

I am watching Lockstar enter his room.

Upon hearing Bofus, I command Lockstar: Halt!! Step away from that chest. What is this I hear. Hast thou pilfered the property of others? If you have not, you have nothing to fear from the good innkeeper looking at your chest - if you do not stop immediately I shall take that as a sign that you are indeed guilty of pilfering the property of others and shall use all the powers of the earth to stop you until the arrival of appropriate authorities who are already on their way.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Mantooth would like to refrain from showing sorrow, so he bows his head in prayer over Cebrë's body. "..May the inheritor rest her soul. She will always be remembered as a champion of Elsir Vale."

Looking up, Mantooth follows Matthias's perfect example of solem, albeit blank, expression and draws in a deep breath before rising and standing again in the doorway. The paladin folds his arms across his chest and stands behind Tirion.

Thordak is turned away from everyone, rubbing his face, and it is unclear whether or not he is weeping. When he turns around, he clears his throat. Unsure if Matthias is still shocked from the imp appearing or Cebrë's death, the dwarf places his hand on Matthias's arm in comfort.

Turning again to stand behind Mantooth and Tirion, Echoing the gnome's threat Thordak adds his own threat. "An' Oi'll be using all the powers of the earth as well - startin' with moi axe!"

I keep calling out while running up the stairs, Don't let them get away!!

As I get to the top, I see Matooth hovering over Cebre's still form. I stare in disbelief hearing him proclaim "She will always be remembered . . ."

What?!? She's DEAD?!?! That swine!! That fradulent fop!! HIS actions killed her!! His little horrid beastie killed Cebre!! I'LL RIP HIS EYES OUT!! Where'd he go?? LEMME AT 'IM!!

I see that everyone's gathered around the door of Lockstar's room, so I bolt in that direction drawing my rapier.

LEMME IN THERE and I'll stab that two-bit half-witted sham of a human RIGHT AT MY EYE LEVEL!!!

I start trying to squeeze into the room, tears running openly down my enraged face.

Halt!! Step away from that chest. What is this I hear. Hast thou pilfered the property of others? If you have not, you have nothing to fear from the good innkeeper looking at your chest - if you do not stop immediately I shall take that as a sign that you are indeed guilty of pilfering the property of others and shall use all the powers of the earth to stop you until the arrival of appropriate authorities who are already on their way.

Lockstar is clearly frightened at the gnome's threat and steps away as he replies. "I am afraid I don't know what is in the chest. It belonged to Xaktzar and I don't know what he kept in it. But I would not try and check. He has trapped it with a deadly cylindrical burst of fire! However, don't worry. We will take care of it for you! You have nothing to fear!"

At the sight of Bofus, Lockstar hides in the corner behind his assistant, Rogback. Get out of here you enraged halfling! Get a hold or yourself! We are packing up and will be out of here momentarily. If you leave us alone, we will be out of here sooner!

Out of here?? OUT OF HERE??!! Where is the justice in that?? You, sir, deserve to live out the rest of your wretched days in jail!! YOu've caused teh death of one of the Heroes of the Vale! Sir Mantooth, I beseech you to summon the guard! This miscreant consorted with devils, and because of that Cebre is dead! Lockhart, you have no idea who this woman was and who she was friends with, do you??

That chest contains the treasures of the entire Stone Wyvern lockbox. It should go straight to Master Yab to insure that all the contents are still there.

Mantooth, I'll defer to your desires, as you're a Knight of these parts and this is your jurisdiction since the guard isn't present. Do you really want this murderer to walk out of here?

Based upon this information Mr. Bard-wannabe, I believe you and your friend should step away from the chest and stand against the north wall. Also, lay your weapons and musical instruments on the bed. The constable will be here momentarily and justice will be done. If you are truly innocent and it was all the cretin, then the truth will prevail.

I begin to pretend to prepare a spell to keep them on the defensive. I assume that the previous Bluff/Intimidate will continue.

"I was willing to let you repent for your crimes on your own, as you were clearly misled and do not seem to be evil yourselves.." Mantooth then looks over his shoulder into the hallway at the still body of the half-elf. "But your your actions, intentional or not, have cost the life of a friend I knew not long but still meant a great deal to me, and to all of us." Turning to Thordak now, Mantooth asks the ranger for some of the loot from the slave camp. "Thordak, do you have any of the manacles from the camp?"

Once he has received them, he then asks the dwarf to see if he can find Yab to find the Brindol Lions.

Thordak takes out two sets of manacles, the ones that he had previously looted from the slave base, and hands them both to Mantooth. "We ought to do some real justice to them.", the dwarf says through gritted teeth.

Thordak then moves down the stairs far enough to shout to Master Yab or Roland "Could one of you boys please fetch Cap'n Lars an' some of his guards? We have found a criminal in the inn."

Looking down on the bound Lockstar, Florence just shakes her head

And we nearly performed together...

Then she turns to Tirion and puts her right hand forth

Sir, I'm not very good in things like manners and etiquette, but you were a real help. I'm Florence Danapieré.

"Also, lay your weapons and musical instruments on the bed."

"Come now, earth creature! Let's be reasonable. I obviously mean you no harm. Besides, what harm is there in a musical instrument? After all, I have an awful lot of practice to do!"

"I was willing to let you repent for your crimes on your own, as you were clearly misled and do not seem to be evil yourselves.."

"This is true. We are not evil and we do not mean to harm anyone. I am but a humble performer."

""Thordak, do you have any of the manacles from the camp?"

"Now, good sir, do you really think that is at all necessary? Really now? We are about to walk over to the cathedral to repent our sins. We really can't pray very well if we are bound up like prisoners!"

"We ought to do some real justice to them."

"Come now my fine dwarf. I admit that this has ended poorly, but this is not our fault. The little devil was simply guarding my room. If you folks had left things alone, we would not have gotten ourselves into this position. I feel terrible, but you cannot hold me accountable!"

"And we nearly performed together..."

. . . And we would have been terrific, my lady! Now that opportunity has been ruined!"

Mantooth is beginning to grow irritated with the bard. He takes a step forward towards the orc and Lockstar, then manacles in his hands. "You were willing to go to a cathedral. Now you are going to meet with the Brindol Lions first." Taking another step towards them, Mantooth stands a mere few feet away from the men. "Do you know why? I will explain to you because you seem not to have grasped the severity of the situation correctly. It is because you brought a denizen of hell into Brindol. And what did your devil-spawn do? The one you were responsible for? Just a paltry few crimes: robbed everyone in the entire inn and murdered the recent champion of the tournament of Brindol."

Mantooth then holds out the first set of manacles to Lockstar. "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The latter of which you seem to be showing interest in."

YOU are unbeLIEVable!! "that little devil was only guarding your room?!?!" Why was a creature from hell guarding your room?? You consorted with that filth for personal gain, did you not?? You were partners, were you not? I happened to hear a bit of your conversation while I passed your door earlier--you all were planning something nasty after the perfromance tonight--do you deny it??
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Further, all of the posessions, including some of our wealth, was stolen from the Wyvern's lock box, and it's all in that trunk there--the one belonging to your little pet; or should we say "your little owner??"
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You are clearly an unstable, deluded, and dangerous man. You will continue to cause hardship and mayhem across whatever doorstep you choose to darken. I'm going to suggest the Guard take you to the Lord of Brindol for interrogation (preferably with some nice truth-forcing divination) and you can tell him aaaaaaaaall about how your pilfering from innocnet folks during all your past "perfromances" while under the influence of the devil who just killed his new friend while guarding YOUR room was NOT YOUR FAULT. I'll visit you from the stockades and ask you how that interview went, you filthy swine!!

It is your choice imp associate, however you currently are likely to be charged with murder and theft. There are six of us and two of you. My objective is to allow you to have your say before the Lord. You may do this the easy way without incurring serious and painful injuries, our you can do this the fun way and allow us to test our weapons and spells on a bard and half-orc. The choice is entirely yours, it is just that one choice may give you the chance to survive.

I continue to grin, lick my lips, and remove spell components from my pouch.

I turn to Florence and shake her hand. Well met m'lady. I am sorry that it is under such circumstances. I then wink at her so that Lockstar cannot see and say in a soft voice, but loud enough that Lockstar can hear. And it looks like this could be a lot of fun if our friend over there continues to make poor choices.

He does'nt deserve to call himself bard, this poorest of all scallywags, who owes his only talent to a mischievous evil creature.

Silently she will then cast Innocence and then turn to Lockstar. With grave voice and icy gaze she says

I think Master Tirion here knows things you don't want to experience Lockstar, maybe your screams will make up for Cebre's fate. I think, if you have anything left to say, or to confess or just something important to tell us, then this might be the last chance.

Bluff1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

"Come to think of it, please feel free to search the room. You are welcome to keep anything you find. However I think Rogback and I need to leave at this time." Lockstar the Great and his assistant suddenly bolt and attempt to jump out the open window and climb down the wall."

Lockstar's escape artist check 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Lockstar's climb check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Rogback's escape artist check 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Rogback's climb check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Anyone in the room may make attempt to stop them by beating their Escape Artist Check with a successful grapple 1d20+CMB .

OH NO YOU DON'T!!! Guys, follow me, handsomely now!!

in a flash of inspiration, I look right at Florence.

that flute can cast haste!! DO IT NOW!! we can catch them with that speed boost!!

I bolt out of the room, rapier still in hand, and head straight to where I'd landed before.

My move is 25', 55' with Haste. I'll go as fast as my tiny legs can carry me to intercept.

As I run through the common room, I call out to whatever staff is there (preferably Yab if he's present) Go secure Room 7--the chest has all the stuff that's missing!

Finally, as I get outside, I'll start shouting GUARD!! BRINDOL LIONS!! VILLAINS ESCAPING THE STONE WYVERN!! GUAAAAAARDS!!!

Great idea, shorty

Florence gets the flute out as fast as she can and plays the unnerving haste melody!

Damn, guess we should have just taken them out when we had the chance.

I do not think that I am very well equipped to be grappling. If anyone manages to grapple and subdue Lockstar and the orc, I will hold off on acting. If either one makes it out the window, I will cast Ray of Frost in the hope of causing them to fall and be stunned so that Bofus and the Lions can catch them.

Ranged touch attack at Lockstar (or at the half-orc if Lockstar was grappled):
Ray of Frost (but with acid): 1d20 ⇒ 18
Damage(Acid): 1d3 ⇒ 1
Not sure whether there should be a helpless -4 to their AC due to them climbing.

If there is sufficient time and both Lockstar and the half-orc made it out the window, I will case a second Ray of Frost at the half-orc:

Ray of Frost: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Damage(Acid): 1d3 ⇒ 2

Mantooth makes a grab at Lockstar the idiot with his one free hand in attempt to stop him.

Grapple 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"I really think you should stick around, good sir."

Thordak follows suit with Mantooth and makes a grab at the orc.

"Oi wouldn't be checkin' out just yet!"

Grapple 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Mantooth grabs ahold of Lockstar and Thordak grabs ahold of Mantooth moments before they are able to jump out the window.

Hehe. I was just opening the window to get some fresh air. There, doesn't that feel much better!"

Bluff 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Now let us go! We are not at fault here. I will not tolerate this any longer! If you don't let us go this instant, you will regret it!"

Dammit, I'm not accustomed to being in teh wrong place at the wrong time repeatedly!! :-)

Sense Motive: (against bluff) 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Lets put those manacles on them and keep them here until the authorities arrive. Personally at this point I believe we have sufficient evidence to be judge jury and executioner ourselves. But as we are in a civilized community, I vote to restrain them until the Lions arrive.

Oh, and here is a little ditty to help you in the future:

There once was a bard of no skill
Whose songs sounded like swill
And for practice lacked any will
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As time went along
A pain was his song
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His music was bad
And his audiences sad
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So one day while singing
A fan hit his head
So hard he thought he was dead
And left his ears ringing
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As he left the show with a limp
Realizing he performed like a wimp
He chanced a meeting with an imp
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He told the Imp his music had a hole
So the Devil offered a deal
Which would make his songs real
And all it would cost was his soul

Florence applauds to her friends and nearly gags at the flute as Tirion performs his poem

I guess that was better than anything Master Lockstar has ever been able to produce, Tirion.

@Bofus

Go secure Room 7--the chest has all the stuff that's missing!

Trabalard Yab races up with great relief in his eyes. "Are you serious? Do you think it is all there? Then come up with me and let's take a look."

Turning to his assistant innkeeper, he calls out, "Selena, go fetch a Brindol Lion, if you please!"

Addressing Bofus once again. "Lead the way Master Beechnut. I do hope this is true!"

Meanwhile, back in Room 7

Beads of perspiration drip down Lockstar's face as he becomes more and more uncomfortable with his surroundings. Rogback simply looks disgusted with the entire turn of events.

The bard begins to plead. "Please don't execute us! Honestly, I had no idea that things would end so tragically. I only wanted to be able to bring music to the world. Be so kind as to let us go. I promise, I will go home and practice from now on!"

In a few moments, Trabalard Yab enters the room with Bofus and his heels. He awkwardly if not nervously greets Lockstar. "Hehe. Hi Mr. Lockstar. I hope you have enjoyed your stay. I was told that I need to inspect this chest. Which one is it?"

Lockstar glares at Bofus, but does not reply.

It's this one--but hang on, I wnat to make sure it's safe. I set off the trap before, but I it might be a self-resetting trap.

I'll take 20 on a perception check, for a total of 35

if there are no traps, I'll open the chest and serruptitiously toss in the bag of coins I'd already taken from it before, attempting to throw attention away from myself at the last second with a look up at Lockstart and a Are you guys SURE he's secure??

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30 <---hehehe we dont' need no steenkeen BLUFF!! muahahahaha

As I toss back the lid of the chest dramatically (and toss in my bag as well) I beckon to Master Yab how does this look? Anything in here look familiar?

A sigh of relief comes over the gnome innkeeper's face as he looks into the treasure filled chest. "Ahh yes, that look like all of it. Shame on you, Mister Lockstar! Master Thordak, would you be so kind as to bring this chest down to my office! Now, could someone please explain what is going on here? Why is Ms. Hath'We resting out in the hallway? She has a room nearby that she may retire to."

A sigh of relief comes over the gnome innkeeper's face as he looks into the treasure filled chest. "Ahh yes, that look like all of it. Shame on you, Mister Lockstar! Master Thordak, would you be so kind as to bring this chest down to my office! Now, could someone please explain what is going on here? Why is Ms. Hath'We resting out in the hallway? She has a room nearby that she may retire to."

someone else gets the 2000th post. :-)

I give a heavy sigh as my eyes start to tear up again. Master Yab, sit.
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This Lockstar is no famous bard, he's a trickster, a flim-flam artist. He had consorted with an Imp, a creature of hell. This creature gave Lockstar abilities beyond what Lockstar was willing to put in the slightest amount of work to achieve on his own, and in return, it appears that he provided the Imp with opportunities to steal. I'm a little unclear on particulars--I get the impression that the imp wanted certain items, but I never got that confirmed.
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Anyway, when I found that my stuff was missing from the lock box, my investigations made it clear to me that at least one of my missing items was in this room. I unlocked the door to investigate further and found the Imp in here, so I retreated. I knew that your empty lockbox would cause a great deal of trouble for the Wyvern, so I figured that my friends could take out the Imp while I took the goods that were stolen from this chest *back* to the Wyvern lockbox. When I ran into you earlier and you told me that I wasn't the only oen with valuables in that safe, I realized this was even more disturbing that it had already been.
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Well, my friends bravely faced the imp while I grabbed my items out of this chest and escaped out the window, but apparently the little devil's poisoned tail got the better of our dear friend Cebre. She's not resting, sir. She's . . .

I reach for my rapier, but check myself before I do something stupid.

Someone had better restrain me from stabbing this joker in the jewels. Master Yab, Cebrë Hath'we, Champion of the Arcane Challenge, has fallen in battle against a creature from hell--a creature in the charge of HIM. THAT'S why the Brindol Lions are coming to apprehend him. It's my hope they take him to speak to Lord Jarmaath and that HE deals with this chump in a manner I wish *I* could.

I can use the experience points! Yahoo 2000 posts!

Trabalard Yab looks stunned as you tell your story. As Bofus reveals the death of the half elf, tears start coming to his eyes and he tries to speak but it is difficult to understand due to his trembling lips. "But. . . .but. . . but. . . how could he do this! She was so kind and beautiful! She was a champion! I just don't . . . understand. Why? This is so senseless!" The gnome glares at Lockstar. "To. . .to think that I welcomed you to my home! I do not wish to see this man ever again. And. . . and. . . get rid of that vile devil!"

Having not really met anyone else here yet, I will stand back, but remain at the ready should Lockstar or his buddy try anything else.

Chucklingly to Florence: I apologize if that hurt your ears. Most of my audiences love my poetry - of course most of my audiences are dungeons, dungeon walls and the occasional piece of unlucky stonework. Just thought that it would give him something to start with while he is rotting in the dungeon. The rats down there would probably have loved that, although I have scared more than a few rats in my time with my fine performances.

yikes, DMHW has experience. I hear that DMs get really nasty powers when they gain levels.

Florence just stands and stares

You underestimated the powers of this impostor and now Cebre is dead...

As Thordak makes his way to acquiesce to Yab's request I assume, I go over to the chest and pull out the box that Lockstar had locked in the safe, and I pull it out. I hold it up toward him (but not close enough for him to make a grab for it) and put my other hand on the lid, but hold off on opening it.

What's this? Is this where that little beastie comes from??