DMJ's Carrion Crown

Game Master Jonasty1031

A game of horror and survival. Can you brave the hidden threats and evils of Ustalav?

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Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

"Easy, Vharg,no need for violence," Randu holds up a hand, "She has been on our side, no ? Judge by actions."


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Seeing Vharg's distress...and not quite able to help himself...his grey "belt" unfurls on its own and reaches out a long way to grab a glass of wine from the table. Very different to Perrah's tale, Alexei's is bony, almost skeletal in it's appearance and a pale grey just like his skin. Smiling, he gives a nod to Perrah.


I was waiting for Alexei to chime in. :-) I'm enjoying seeing how this plays out.


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

That should say Perrah's "tail" btw not "tale" as I do not think that Vharg was exclaiming over a well told plot line lol.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Skirmisher, Infiltrator) AC 16 | HP 11/11 | F +2, R +5, W +2 (+4 vs fear) / Init +3 / Perc +6

Standing from the table, Mortimer holds his hands out to Vharg, beseeching calm, but his expression is troubled. "Give her a chance to explain, Vharg. Though I am loath to trust without cause, Petros seems to have had faith in Perrah, and I am willing to give her a chance for the sake of our friend." he says in a stern timbre. He turns to Perrah, his eyes searching. "Tell us, Perrah, how you came by your tainted blood, so that we may understand."


Male Half-Orc Barbarian 1 (Invulnerable Rager) AC 17 / HP 14 / F +5 R +3 W +4 / Init. +4 / Perc. +6)

Seeing Alexei also casually display his tail Vharg backs himself into a corner, his eyes whipping around the room trying to take in the situation and now literally frothing at the mouth. "VHARG NOT KNOW WHO TO TRUST! I THOUGH YOU GOOD ALEXEI! HE CAME WITH YOU MORTIMER... DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE IS? DO NOT LIE TO VHARG LIKE LITTLE MAN!!!"

DMJ:
Are there any windows in here? What would be the fastest way out of this house? I am thinking i'll give them one round to calm me down before Vharg rages and throws himself out the window. I know this RP is a bit obstructive, but there's no way I could sweep a tail *cough* or two under the proverbial rug, not with how superstitious Vharg is.


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Alexei looks over at Vharg and sighs. I am good Vharg. The circumstances of my birth do not make me who I am anymore than Perrah's make her who she is. I never lied to you but it is exactly due to this reaction why I don't necessarily trumpet my heritage. People have...prejudices...against us. Do you think Professor Lorrimor...Shran'tok...would associate with us if we were evil? Do you think he would have invited us to watch over his daughter? He was a good man and smart man who knew all about me. We are no threat to you Vharg and I hope that you may come to call me friend one day. Alexei finishes hoping that he has managed to cool the very large Half-Orcs temper.


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

Genuinely afraid, Perrah's tail knocks over the glass in its haste to hide. She is frozen in horror and fear at the display of naked violence by the half-man. So frozen she never notices the bone tail of Alexei.

"My mother was drugged and raped by a devil. All as a gift to a black sham-..........man." The last word is finished as Perrah blasts out the door, running before everyone hears her crying and sees her tears.

Within her room, the emotion pours out. Her pillow is becoming very damp.

I am all alone and they hate me. They hate my tail. It's not my fault! It's not. I don't deserve this.


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Sighing again, Alexei stands up and gently cleans up the spilled wine that Perrah knocked over. Looking again at Vharg and hoping that he will at least give them the chance to prove themselves, he turns and heads out the direction Perrah went. Once there he knocks gently at the door and calls out softly Perrah? It's Alexei...might I talk with you a moment? I will go away if you wish to be alone but I thought if anyone could understand what you are going through it would be me.


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

Randu pales a bit as rape by a devil is mentioned, he is tempted to follow the woman and assure her but sees Alexei is already on it. And there is no doubt, he's the better choice due to commonalities.
"By Pharasma's tangled skein, Vharg.. he looks at the angry half orc haplessly, "You cannot threaten and bully your way through life, or you will be very alone. They are mixed blood, much like you it seems. They have no choice in what they are, only what they do. Show some sympathy for them."


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5

A skeletal grey tail unwinds itself from around Alexei's waist.

My goodness! I should be more careful about the stories I spread!

Ilya looks behind him, concerned he may sprout a tail from beneath his britches.

Knowledge (Religion) - Tieflings: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Stay your rage, Vharg. I can tell you much about the nature and origin of Tieflings, as they're known. There's little enough to worry about. Tongues are far more dangerous appendages than tails...


Vharg:
Not that it seems to matter but the room does have a few windows in it.

Ilya:
Tiefling knowledge would still fall under Knowledge local as they are humanoid. Religion could be used to extrapolate a little on what demons/devils would want with breeding with humans but not fully on the nature of tieflings themselves.

Kendra watches the proceedings quietly, not moving from her seat. Glancing at the excited half-orc she tries to keep her voice level. I'm sure that the deception was unintentional on their parts and I do know my father was an excellent judge of character. He had to have his reasons for including those folks in his will.


Male Half-Orc Barbarian 1 (Invulnerable Rager) AC 17 / HP 14 / F +5 R +3 W +4 / Init. +4 / Perc. +6)

Seeming to deflate, Vharg slowly starts to calm his breathing and lower his Greataxe. Still keeping his back to a wall, the haze of madness seems to begin to fall away from Vharg's eyes. "Shran-Tok was wise man... And he knew much of evil" Whispers Vharg. "But evil can be tricky, hide in plain sight Ilya. How Vharg know? He not bone caster. In Hold of Belkzen we have creatures like what you describe Ilya, but it not curse it blessing! Vharg see one tail, think maybe it chance. See two tails, Vharg not know what to think. Vharg has seen REAL evil, seen the sacrifices, heard the names of the old gods... Vharg knows its stink, Vharg is WARY... But Perra did seem good. She asked Vharg if it ok to cast majics on him, not like shamans who force their blessing on Vharg." Vharg nods to his ritual scars, then sighing Vharg picks up the chair and sits back down. "Vharg will not attack them... Vharg give them chance, way Shran-Tok gave Vharg chance." Looking around the room and seeing the chaos he caused, Vharg looks crestfallen. "Vharg ruined your feast Kendra. Vharg sorry."


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

Perrah wipes her face clean and spends a few seconds trying to repair the damage caused by the rumpled pillow and high emotion. Almost okay again, she calls out loud enough for Alexei.

"I am sorry. You can enter. I shouldn't have been upset Vharg. He caught me off guard." She opens the door and turns away quickly facing the small mirror on the wall, keeping busy.

"I should leave. Vharg hates shaman and he probably has every right after living in the chaos of Belkzen. I mean he really is scared of them. It's my fault." Perrah shakes her head, half looking at the tiefling in her reflection.

Just realised rape may be a little adult and off limits for some folks. If so, I apologise and will not mention that again.


From a DM perspective, I'm ok with an adult themed game so long as it's handled respectfully. That being said, if anyone is or becomes uncomfortable with this then we'll tone it down but right now the story is what matters and you guys are creating one hell of a dynamic tale.

Also, once the evening's drama plays out we'll move forward from there but there's no rush. This kind of roleplaying helps cement a party dynamic.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Skirmisher, Infiltrator) AC 16 | HP 11/11 | F +2, R +5, W +2 (+4 vs fear) / Init +3 / Perc +6

Mortimer sits again, the drama passing, but his expression is still troubled. "Evil hides in plain sight, and we are always right to be wary." he says. "I guess we can only trust our own instincts, and learn how to see the signs." He pushes his plate away and frowns at it. "We have come here to solve a mystery. A very important one, and hopefully put a stop to evil." he says, then looks up at Vharg. "I do not think you are wrong to be suspicious." Mortimer glances at the others still in the room. "But we must all know when to act and when to observe so that we may judge better what course to take. We owe Perrah and Alexei the benefit of the doubt, just as we owe you the same Vharg. We can't be blinded by a person's heritage, for good and evil can hide under any skin."


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Alexei closes the door behind him before moving into the room. You have no reason to feel responsibility for something that is beyond your control Perrah. My mother was an Erodaemon named Meridia. She bore me in secret having mated with my father without his knowledge and switching me with their natural child at birth. Erodaemons delight in destroying familial bonds and she eventually succeeded. When I was born my father flew into a jealous rage because I did not look human and he though my mother had betrayed him with another. In a fit of passion he pushed my mother and accidentally killed her when she fell down the stairs of their manor home. Looking sad he looks at Perrah and says He later hung himself in shame. I grew up on the streets of Westport stealing to survive until Professor Lorrimor found me and brought me to the University of Lepidstadt to study. So there was a happy ending to my story. Since you are alive and here...you also have had a happy ending. Being alive and in good health is a happy ending for our kind.

He looks around for a moment before continuing As for Vharg, do not despair. His culture is one of suspicion and mistrust but he will see we are worthy of his respect. He smiles and says I don't want to seem forward but I don't see what Vharg is talking about...you have a lovely tail. He reddens a bit at the comment and decides to keep his mouth shut to avoid further embarrassment.

Also I work in Child Welfare so adult themes don't bother me in the slightest especially in a horror setting such as this.


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

Perrah looks a little mollified by his words. "I need sleep. This is not something for me to talk more on. Just thanks and know that I am happy, especially when at research and magic. Confronting one's past is never good in my experience. So much pain."

She starts to turn down the bed, her tail smoothing down the pillow.

"Good evening Alexei. See you in the morning."


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Alexei brightens considerably at the mention of research and magic and says I look forward to discussing it with you and am glad to know that we have more than just our heritage in common. Sleep well Perrah and I am happy to have been of the small help I was. With a quick bow he heads back out the door, his tail dexterously pulling the door shut behind him.


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

Don't worry about me either. The paling on Randu's part was entirely an in character mix of sympathy and dread at the thought of what her mother must have endured. Out of character, I'm pretty sure many half orcs and tieflings don't come into the game world happily and am not surprised.

"I believe I will be hitting the tavern. A few rounds of drinks, and perhaps I shall get a better feel for the pulse of this town." He rises


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5

I know all too well what it means to carry your past with you... Ilya thought as he twirled the fork between his fingers, the same fork that had mysteriously found its way onto the mantle. He nervously brushed his hair down, as if a gust of wind had mussed it again.

Randu wrote:
I believe I will be hitting the tavern. A few rounds of drinks, and perhaps I shall get a better feel for the pulse of this town.

I believe I will join you. Loathe though I am to ever indulge in spirituous beverages or the seedy nightlife of a backwater tavern. Ilya tossed a roguish wink in Randu's direction. I suppose, for the good of the investigation, I can force my way through a night of carousing...

I'm good with mature themes if they're handled by mature players. Seems like it won't be a problem, here. =)


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6
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I believe I will join you. Loathe though I am to ever indulge in spirituous beverages or the seedy nightlife of a backwater tavern. Ilya tossed a roguish wink in Randu's direction. I suppose, for the good of the investigation, I can force my way through a night of carousing...

Randu chuckles, "our sacrifice in the pursuit of knowledge shall be the stuff of legend. Just don't lose your temper with anyone and we should be fine. Let us try the Laughing Demon , the shop keeper said the food there was an experience. If that's something of a prank, then we take it in good humor and the towns folk laugh. If it is sincerely high quality ,well, we wouldn't want to miss that." he wishes those here well as he heads out to the Laughing Demon, Ilya presumably in tow.


Ilya and Randu head to the Laughing Demon, intent on greasing some palms and meeting some townsfolk. Entering the establishment, you're greeted by a warm atmosphere although it certainly appears that Ravengro doesn't really have much of an exciting night life.

A number of locals sit around the room eating their meals and enjoying quiet drink. There's a musician playing an upbeat but soft melody in the corner that provides a nice counterpoint to the meal. The smells cause your mouths to water even having just eaten with the rest of your group.

A heavyset man approaches you with a smile on his face, paritally hidden by the bushy mustache he keeps. Wiping his hands on an apron, he gives you a nod. Welcome to the Laughing Demon gentlemen. You looking for a bite to eat?


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5

Indubitably, my good sir! Ilya waved his hand to indicate Randu. My friend and I could barely walk the streets without folk raving about the excellent fare of the Laughing Demon. Let's have a table! and drinks! and the company of the cheerful proprietor, if he'll spare us a moment! Ilya nudged the large man with his elbow, and the further company of any damsels you have hidden in your pantries

Diplomacy Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

Perrah tosses and turns for what seems like hours, unable to sleep. In fact it is probably no more than one hour at most. Then she creeps downstais quietly heading for the kitchen and something to eat.

She is dressed in a long figure hugging white robe. One that shows just how painfully thin and weak, she truly is. However she steps down are still graceful and sure like a cat.

I need a drink. Something warm and comforting. Maybe milk. I wonder if they all went out?

Out of action for the next 24 hours. Running Shiv tonight then travelling to the Channel Islands.


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

"The smell of that food make me regret that I did not have a fast till now." Randu admits, "But I will find room."

While Ilya smoozes with the fellow, Randu keeps an easy eye on the crowd to see if any of them are showing an interest in the two, or ,for that matter, are particularly interesting. And now that Ilya mentions it, no disrespect to the professor's fine daughter or Perrah, but some female companionship might be welcome.

Perception
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19


The proprietor, Zokar Elkarid, motions you both over to a table and settles himself down across from you. I can spare a moment for patrons. And you heard right, my food is famous for miles around! He waves his arm towards a chalk board hanging from one of the collumns in the room, scrawled on which is the Demon's rather eclectic menu items, from corpse chowder to ectoplasmic mead.

He gives you both a smile and a knowing wink to Ilya, clearly recognizing flattery when he hears it and ackowledging the halfling's attempts at buttering him up. Welcome and glad to have you at my fine establishment! Let me know what you boys want and I'll have it out for you in a jiffy. As to these "damsels", I think you boys are a bit too used to those fancy city establishments. We don't offer those kinds of services here at the Demon and I imagine folks would take issue with you romancing their daughters, least ways the ones I have working here.


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

"I quite understand, even a city boy such as myself has sisters," Randu tries to smooth things over, "You are the maestro, is there a house specialty you take exceptional pride in? My father, rest his soul, always told me 'Trust the maker to know the made'."

"You know the families well? No disrespect to the ladies in your employ was meant, but now that you mention daughters Ilya and I... ah, where are my manners, Randu Dragomiir at your service. Well, we were curious about some of the lore of this town's history. If it is not too intrusive, perhaps you could share what you know?"

Diplomacy
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21


Well I'd say everything's good of course! Ha, ha, ha. But seriously, the vampire steaks are always excellent and rather filling too for the price.

History? Not much to tell that isn't already common knowledge. Harrowstone was one of them super prisons back in the day and the town slowly rose up around it to help provide for the crew that ran it. Then the prison burned to the ground and the town's been off the map ever since. Ain't much use for a burned out prison I guess huh? He gives a laugh. There's some fools what say the place is haunted but I think it's rubish. Granted those same fools are the ones that love my "exotic" fare and keep coming back for more so who am I to care?


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

"A small vampire steak for me then I think, He smiles, "And a glass of the house wine." He nods, "I think it is such tales, be they rubish or not, that intrigue. For example, the five infamous prisoners...did any of them have relations, descendents of their own?"


You got it, food'll be out momentarily. He motions one of the serving girls over and has her run your order to the kitchen.

Five Prisoners? Can't say as I'm familiar with that story? How's it go?

Just a reminder that the Five Prisoners knowledge required a fairly high DC Knowledge check, which most "average" people won't have. Also, while you haven't learned about all of them, the two prisoners you've heard of so far haven't originated in Ravengro, they were shipped to the prison from elsewhere so there wouldn't be any decendants to contact, if that was your idea.


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

Ah, got it. I think.

"Ironically, we were hoping someone could tell us. Though the tale is almost lost ... and not for the faint of heart. One fellow we know of , well... I am no bard, but if you like?" If the man doesn't object, Randu tells the tale of the Mosswater Marauder, "Five years before his home town of Mosswater was doomed by the abominations from a river, there lived a man named Ispin Onyxcudgel. A respected craftsman by most, the dwarf loved his wife and attended to her dutifully. Yet that love turned to rage when he discovered her infidelity! In a fit of fury, he brought his hammer down upon her head... shattering both his sanity and her skull. He loved her though, and that love was twisted by his actions and the madness. In his dark shame and blood handed guilt, he became convinced that he could cheat the goddess of death and return his wife to life by putting the jagged pieces of her skull together again. Alas, there was a piece he could not find. So, like a mix of shadow and steel, he stalked and killed over twenty men and women, looking to recreate the right sized skull fragment to finish the restoration that could never be." Randu made an expressive gesture with his fingers, like something drifting apart, "The Marauder was finally captured trying to kill a nobleman's beloved daughter. He was taken to Harrowstone and died there in the fire, no doubt his last screams were of his late wife's name. And... as you have no doubt guessed. They say his spirit still seeks to finish bringing her back. Mosswater is gone, but who is to say some member of the dwarf's clan might have moved away to other villages feeling a new shame upon his very blood?"

The rogue smiles, "Apologies if I did not do it justice. I am, as I said, no bard. Perhaps you could use the tale, and other tales of the five as further inspiration for your work. If we learn more of Harrowstone, and the stories thereof we might be able to pass it on to you."


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Alexei heads to bed after talking with Perrah. The discussion has dredged up old buried wounds of time long past. He feels the despair and melancholy that his mothers kind engendered within steal over him as he falls asleep. His dreams tortured by the night his family was destroyed from the inside out. The memories come in the fits and flashes of an immature mind.

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A large man with rich brown hair and a noble cast to his face screams at a slight blonde woman with green eyes. The woman cradles a small pale baby in her arms as tears stream down her face. Continuing to scream, the man points at the baby and then at her, shaking her head, the tears fall free and land upon the child's brow.

*flash*

The baby lays on the floor of a decadent manor home in front of a fire, balling and screaming. The woman runs for the baby but is caught by the man and pushed angrily. She stumbles and trips falling down the curving stairs. At the bottom her neck is twisted in an awkward angle, sightless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

*flash*

The man steps up onto the stool he had found in the servants quarters and places the rope around his neck. Looking at the baby still lying on the floor beside the fire, he kicks the stool out from under him. A shadow detaches from the wall and coalesces into a grey skinned skeletal woman with a bony tail and jet black hair. The baby begins to cry again when she abruptly laughs in delight surveying the broken scene.
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Alexei sits bolt upright in bed, the bedding drenched in sweat. Placing his head deliberately back on the pillow he squeezes his eyes shut against the coming tears. He begins repeating the mantra that has sustained him for all his long years...Meridia will suffer the final death....over and over he repeats it until finally, exhausted, he returns to sweet oblivion.


I'm going to provide a little tie off to the tavern convo and then move on to the next morning to get everyone back together and keep the game moving. I'll leave another hour or two for anyone to post anything else they might like.


Male Half-Orc Barbarian 1 (Invulnerable Rager) AC 17 / HP 14 / F +5 R +3 W +4 / Init. +4 / Perc. +6)

As Vharg trudged up the stairs towards his bedroom, he had a hard time forgetting what had happened in the dining room not two hours early. Vharg not scared of deamonkin! Vharg not coward!. Entering the bedroom, he began to get ready for sleep. As he stripped off his pelts and armor, he roughly ran his hand along the ritual scars carved into his chest and he shuttered at the memory. That was many moons ago, Vharg is free now. Shaking off the memory Vharg maneuvered his seven foot frame into the small bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible, all while trying to decide if it was better for his head or his feet to hang off the mattress. Humans stupid! Make extra big bed, that way anyone can fit in it! Despite his complaints he did have to admit the feather comforter was quite soft... in a good way... for weaklings. As he drifted off to sleep, he tried to forget the events of the past evening, but as the lights burned low and wind howled against the pane of the windows all he could think about was Perra's sinuous tail.

The rhythmic beat of war-drums in the distance, the black flecks of ash as they fell from the mountain. Stretched over a log, with his hands and feet tied to the bracer, the Shaman with dark eyes and a gleaming blade leaned over Vharg. "This soul we consecrate to you oh dark one!" In the background behind Vharg, just out of eyesight the acolytes repeated the chant. "This soul we consecrate to you oh dark one!" Grabbing the staked goat that had been painted black with Ash residue, the Shaman stabbed the Goat in the neck, spraying Vharg with blood. Chanting the priest continued Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young! Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" repeated the acolytes. And as the chanting continued the Shaman began carving the grizzly runes into Vharg's flesh.

"NOOOooooooooo" Screamed Vharg, bolting up from his nightmare, covered in sweat. Looking around and trying to regaining his bearings he saw that he was still in Ravengro, far, far away from the Hold of Belkzen. Sighing he slumped in a corner... only then noticing that his ritual scars were still bloody This soul we consecrate to you oh dark one...

Hanging his head in terror, Vharg began to cry.


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

After the warm milk, she can relax a little. Perrah drifts off to sleep in a matter of seconds. She closes down the past and focuses on tomorrow. Soon she is weighing alternatives for research and deciding which spells require the most preparation, which of their complex somantic calculatio.....shhhhh. asleep.

What was that!

A light sleeper is a half-child of hell. She springs out of bed, at the sound of a scream and dashes across the hall to Vharg's door. Never one to act without thought, Perrah listens briefly on the way.

Perception check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Not a sound can be heard so she hisses through the wood, "Vharg what is it?" Her hand on the door knob. Ready. Without thinking her hands are beginning to warm and flecks of ashen skin drift away.


Randu and Ilya head back to the house, returning with bellies stuffed with meat and sadly little else. They made a new contact in the town which has advantages of its own but they weren't able to learn any more about the prison than they already knew. The house is failry quiet when they return, everyone having moved off to bed and they quickly follow suit.

The next morning dawns and the morning routine is repeated, with Kendra joining you all for breakfast. A modest spread is prepared, with breads and jams and some sausage available. She looks you all over in the morning as she drinks some tea. So last night was ... interesting to say the least. But it seems you've all managed to put aside your differences for the time being. So what did you all have planned for today?

Basically what she said lol. ;-)


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5

"I think that I'll acquaint myself more closely with the townsfolk. I saw a number of homesteads around as we walked, yesterday. We'll be here for a while, yet. It seems only fitting that we should introduce ourselves to your neighbors, dear Kendra."

DM: I don't see M1-M4 on the map key anywhere. I'm assuming that they're not shops, though. So, I'll be visiting any number of those that I can reasonably get to (even if that's only 1 a day).


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

"I myself agree, we didn't get much of anywhere tonight except perhaps I'll be getting excellent meals from two locations in this town now. Still, Zokar seems to have hit it off well, and while he knows nothing of the five, perhaps he'll share any new rumors. I really should have asked him about the blood on the statue last night but it did not occur to me." He has a light breakfast. One needs to stay leaner in my line of work "I thought about getting to know other locals as well. Oh, a side note- It would appear that the villagers, to no one's surprise, are protective of their women folk, daughters and such ,so seducing them is probably frowned on." A bit of a wistful smile.


Male Half-Orc Barbarian 1 (Invulnerable Rager) AC 17 / HP 14 / F +5 R +3 W +4 / Init. +4 / Perc. +6)
Perrah Snowenglen wrote:
Not a sound can be heard so she hisses through the wood, "Vharg what is it?" Her hand on the door knob. Ready. Without thinking her hands are beginning to warm and flecks of ashen skin drift away.

Quietly sobbing, Vharg hears the muted wisper. Perra! Can't let them see you weak Vharg, if Vharh opens door, then they see scars... Vharg walks over to the door, wiping his tears away and opens it a crack... "Vharg ok Perra, just bad dreams... Vharg sorry about dinner... Vharg not know what to think. Vharg will try to trust, ok Perra? Just hard for Vharg. Thank you Perra, Vharg try to go back to sleep"

The next morning
Looking slightly ragged for wear, Vharg comes down the stairs, rubbing his chest, and looking tired, and greeting the rest of the group. "More books today? Vharg getting tired of reading. Vharg want to follow up on blood majic staue, is if anything else strange happen last two days."

DMJ when Vharg was at the smith last night he asked if there were any magical weapons and armor for sale there, did he have anything?

[/ooc]Edit: DMJ: Ok good to know, not like we can afford it right now anyhow.[/ooc]


Sorry, missed that part. Jorfa doesn't appear to have any magic arms or armor for sale at the moment.


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

Perrah mouths an O and nods to Vharg, pretty much at a loss at these turn of events.

She has any number of thoughts, but she isn't good at this sort of thing and usually says the wrong words. By the time anything coherent is formed, the door is shut and Perrah is walking away with a shrug.

* * *

Next morning Perrah rises early to practise her spells. At breakfast she broaches the subject at the fore front of her mind.

"Vharg, I would like to leave the books alone today. Maybe we could scout the edges of the prison afterwards. I mean that is where some of the answers must be in truth."


Male Human Ranger 1 (Skirmisher, Infiltrator) AC 16 | HP 11/11 | F +2, R +5, W +2 (+4 vs fear) / Init +3 / Perc +6

Mortimer wipes his mouth with his napkin. "I think you're right Perrah." he says. "It's time we did a little reconnaissance. Just of the grounds, mind you. I don't think we should enter the prison proper just yet. Until we can sort out what to do about the Professor's cache." Mortimer smiles at Alexei and puts his napkin down. "Who's up for a little field research?"


Male Half-Orc Barbarian 1 (Invulnerable Rager) AC 17 / HP 14 / F +5 R +3 W +4 / Init. +4 / Perc. +6)

"Wait, no more books!?" Vharg runs up upstairs and you hear several loud noises and the banging of metal, several moments later Vharg reappears, and you hear the creak of this stairs as Vharg decends wearing his scale-mail with his razor sharp greatax strapped to his back. Finally! Vharg though he would be long-tusk before we done with books." With a gleam in his eye Vharg turns to Mortimer. "When do we go?"


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

"After the statue?"


Male Half-Orc Barbarian 1 (Invulnerable Rager) AC 17 / HP 14 / F +5 R +3 W +4 / Init. +4 / Perc. +6)

"Yes! Let us check statue, and talk town-people. See if any thing new or strange has happened since we came to town, then go look at prison. Be good to see where Shran-Tok died at."


Grimspawn Tiefling Alchemist (Beastmorph) (AC 14 / HP 9 / F +2 R +4 W +0 / Init. +2 / Perc. +4)

Alexei smiles back and says Sounds good. Give mea moment and I will be ready post haste. You notice that he has a tightness around his eyes that was not there the night before. Returning to the group he is wearing armor and is clanking with numerous vials some of which bubble menacingly.


Male Halfling (HP: 29/29; AC: 16,t14,ff14; F +3, R +5, W+ 8(+10 vs fear) Witch 6

"Unless Ilya objects, I'll continue to travel with him as we greet the locals."


Male Human Ranger 1 (Skirmisher, Infiltrator) AC 16 | HP 11/11 | F +2, R +5, W +2 (+4 vs fear) / Init +3 / Perc +6

Mortimer smiles and heads upstairs. In his room he once again lays out his weapons and equipment. He changes out of his more gentlemanly attire into a suit of well-maintained leather armor. His Saber he belts on his left hip. A case of crossbow bolts hangs from his right. He hefts up a backpack upon which hangs his Heavy Mace. His Heavy Crossbow cradled in his right arm, he makes his way downstairs. "Over all, the visit to the prison need not take very long, but we'll be much better off not wasting any daylight. I don't think we want to be caught there after dark. Some types of Undead spirits are much stronger at night." he says.


Tiefling Transmuter 1, Hits 8, Init +4, Perception +1, AC 20, F +1, R +4, W +6

As the four head out for the statue leaving Randu and Ilya to their investigations, Perrah asks the obvious question,

"What types of undead, Mortimer?"

She is genuinely interested this knowledge. All the way along, Perrah casts the odd sidelong glance at Vharg just to be sure he is himself this morning.

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