An epic search for the Amethyst heptagon leads a party of fresh graduates through the northern reaches of Ustalav. Based in Karcau, the party visits places like the dark Castle Jarovich or the dangerous alleys of Carrion Hill.
"I can empathize with such sentiments. I often found my, er, "personal projects" more enlightening than the lectures of the faculty, but I must at the least concede that I without the fundamentals they taught me, I would not be were I am today."
Rydlon is watching over the whole place, and his eyes stick to the table with a couple of faces. Somehow these faces seem to be kown, or maybe famous?
After knocking his friend softly with his elbow, he is moving towards this table where a pale man, a half-orc and a beautiful female tiefling and a tiefling wearing the holy symbol of Sarenrae.
Standing in front of table he started talking obviously with a good mood according to his face:
He Guys, and lady of course, I thought I know you somehow. Considering this day, the likelihood is high you have graduated today. Therefore: I shall express my congratulations to you.
His eyes are moving over all persons sitting around the table, by saying
I am going to sit down here for a while and I would appreciate if you, and especially the lady here in the room, don't mind. Anyhow I am here with friends and they expect me to be back in a few minutes, so you do not have to be to concerned. As I can see we all are looking for some...excitement...
By saying this Rydlon is slowly taking a free chair and if nobody is holding him back he will sit down between two tieflings....
"There, we have Miss Victoria, a proficient in things arcane. Next to her, you have Dominic of the many chemical studies. My name is Asuna. I am a priest of Sarenrae." As he names each of the others, he gestures to them. He then says a prayer over his food, sips his mead, and begins eating his Ragout. After a moment, he stops. "You never did answer my question earlier, sir, regarding vampire children."
First, nice to meet you guys. Does this lady belongs to you?
Rydlon raised his hands and imitating a surrender gesture.
"Well done my friend. I must confess you have a good memory. Without going into detail you can be sure a vampire child is nothing you should be interested in; their hearts are black and they want to see you dead - ya, I believe you could compare their motivations with a lady who feels being betrayed by you with an another female and who is following the Calistria path to take revenge."
To all others with a smile on his face:
"Not to say, that this is an experience I have made. But who knows...."
"My name is Rydlon, but do not pass to anybody."
To the round
"All in all I have to say this is a very interesting group. Considering a beautiful Lady at the table, you mostlikely have heard about the fight a couple of days ago."
"We're living at universities that train ambitious youths where to stick a sword and how to pull fire out of the air. I'd say that's a recipe for conflict, so I fail to see how one fight is news of significance."
"Perhaps I am alone in this, but I wouldn't want to assume that all vampires are black-hearted. Some, certainly, perhaps even most. But all? That might be like saying that I, and perhaps Milady here, must be servants of hell, being of so-called fiendish descent."
Turning to Victoria, "Unless I miss my mark, milady? The eyes and the horns would seem to indicate a similar heritage to my own."
At the note of the schools being pointless, a man in Jet black robes, lined with gold runes Jumps into the converstaion, as if he had been here all along, yet not noticed. From behind low pulled hood a Whispering, Raspy Voice, speaks
"I don't believe these schools are pointless. It is Hard to find schools that offer such a... Broad Curriculum. Academy Vizyalesh being the second school I have attended, I find them to be much more, open minded.."
....and moves his head back towards the group and answers to Asuna.
"Of course you are allowed to maintain your own point of view, especially as you are a representative of our god Sarenrae valued for redemption. Although I do not share your suggested comparison, I appreciate this mentality... it will help the community...."
Rydlon performs a "Thank You" devout ejaculation towards Sarenrae.
"we have to respect the gods....and for sure you..."
Rydlon is looking to his right side to Victoria and looking back to his left side to Asuna.
"...are the proof for tieflings.... By the way do you know the song "angel left, devil right" from Westcrown the old capital of Cheliax ? "
I'd caution you not to be too quick with such labels, my good minstrel. Whatever shell a being might wear - man or woman, human or orc - it is little more than a husk to house the mind within, the nature of which is not so easily ascertained."
"Dominic, we all know that the character of a being is not a product of race than of life experience. I guess we share the same criteria for our judgement, right? And according to the sayings, I do believe that no person sitting at this table will not agree to this. And Asuna..."
Rydlon is pointing to Asuna
"...has mentioned it by saying most. I like your kind, you do not judge in advance - that is a good attitude. My question is who made - or will make - which experiences. And as soon as it comes to undead, my friend, I have made my own experience and I promise no one should ever get too close to the friends of Urgathoa. Anyhow, the good thing is, everybody can make his own decisions....and experiences...."
Rydlon is moving his head around, observing the tavern.
Is here any kind of music played in the tavern? And is there any dancing?
With a smile...
"Sorry guys, now I will make some knew experiences and win my bet...
"Perhaps followers of the Pallid Princess should not be trusted, but similar things could be said of followers of the Midnight Lord or the Rough Beast. But there we get into judgment based on ideas of a person which they have control over, not birth or other things that they do not. I would be judged as a follower of Sarenrae, not as a Tiefling."
Turning to the others. "I apologize for being boorish. My own experiences have led me to resent judgments based on uncontrollable factors such as the nature of one's birth."
"I apologize for being boorish. My own experiences have led me to resent judgments based on uncontrollable factors such as the nature of one's birth."
"I am of a similar belief, having suffered at the hands of judgemental children for most of my childhood. And not only because of my Orcish heritage, but for significant events in my past that were far beyond my control. Our society is all-too-often poisoning itself with so-called civilized customs and expectations, but in reality I think everyone deserves to be judged for who they are: not on their kin, their past, or their beliefs.
"A dangerously naive outlook, my toothy friend. Stereotypes exist for a reason. Whether inherently wicked or not, the culture that many of the brutish races are born into tends to mold them into less than desirable specimens. Still, our shining hellspawn here is proof that there are exceptions. Cynicism is the only form in which a base soul approaches honesty, so I would advise you to make those judgements you so abhor, but take them always with a grain of salt."
There is not enough space for dancing, nevertheless do the people sing all the time.
Suddenly the tavern door is kicked open and a group of 7 men enter. They belong to the Nightscarfs - Karcaus Varisian elite city guard. All seven wear tricornes and black leather frocks and move like experienced fighters: agile and without unnecessary waste of energy. They have a flintlock-pistol and two sheathed shortswords attached to their belt. Of their face only the eyes are visible while the rest is covered under a broad black scarf. The inn's customers fall silent the moment they recognize the newcomers for what they are... now everyone just stares down on his table trying to make no noise at all.
The captain of the 'Scarfs advances to your table, nods and tells you with a rather hissing voice:
„Ke shass te Majere, carte lore de acadameje, tu se volgeje, nu cor kestone. Aresist non senis en, vilse kastrajest manus.“
Those who speak Varisian:
„By the command of the Magistrate, who consists of the leaders of the four academies, you are expected to follow us without further questioning. Resistance is futile and will be sentenced in the harshest manner.“
Rakson for the event I just assumed you were together with the rest.
"Dear Captain, this is highly unusual and not the sort of address I'd expect toward a lady from a man of your station. I see you are on official business, so perhaps it caused the slight oversight on your behalf. I assent to your request to be my escort if you could kindly establish your identity and authority, or should I simply consider myself kidnapped by a ruffian?"
"...And should you further be open to another petition, perhaps you can enlighten me as to the nature of the summons?"
Diplomacy - 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Make request - DC?
Give simple advice or directions –5
Give detailed advice +0
Give simple aid +0
Reveal an unimportant secret +5
Give lengthy or complicated aid +5
Whatever the guard's captain said he seemed to mean all of you.
Reply in Varisian:
You have to forgive me m'lady, but as I was told, your attendance of a secret meeting is of the highest importance. Since you are capable of speaking Varisian would you do me the favor to translate my request to your fellow students?
After adressing Victoria a second time, the captains seems to relax a little bit.
Victoria nods her head gently in acquiesence to the Captain, with a polite smile.
"The Dear Captain has called upon us to offer his kind escort to a rather pressing appointment at which we must, it is urged, find ourselves in attendance; perhaps you would all care to gather up your belongings as we are to depart, in a decorus manner, immediately"
"That would be all of us, it seems..." she says, making eye contact with each of the assembled graduates.
Victoria once again turns to the Captain and tips her brow again, confirming she has done as he has asked.
"Perhaps you could speak the Common tongue. I get the impression this is some sort of SpanishInquisition, and it would be nice to be able to understand it."
"The rather cordial invitation has been extended to us by the Magistrate, who are principally the heads of the four colleges; I rather get the impression that they are rather insistent on enjoying our company..."
With that, Victoria collects up her fan and her glass of wine and waits ready to leave, looking at the Captain expectantly.
With a rather gentle look, as if exlaining some minor matter of politic to Asuna...
"Assassins tend not to walk in the front door and demand of their marks in front of a crowd of witnesses; the expense of their equipment hints that they are as they appear and claim to be, or they have gone to great expense to effect such an extravagant and elaborate deception. Either way, we are best disposed to attend them in the short term"
At that, Victoria gives a soft girlish giggle, as though she has found something rather comic in a quaintly charming manner in Asunas question and her subsequent answer; a subtle cover act to avoid disclosing the nature of the banter, and accidently giving the Captain and his men any cause for concern.
It wouldn't be the first time I've heard of somebody doing just that. Posing as officialdom with the purpose of assassinating a group after a mock arrest or summons. It's not difficult to do. I don't suppose we have much choice, however."
Leading the way to the door, Asuna would say to the nearest of the Nightscarves, "I recommend you come back and try the Ragout sometime. It's excellent. I only wish I had a chance to finish it myself."
Kirk will begin silently packing up his things after hearing the first message (he speaks Varisian). This includes tossing the bottle of whiskey into his pack, and standing up, heading for the door, whether anyone goes with him or not. "I'll wait outside," he grumbles.
Rautha Stands up, Collects a Wooden staff, and then makes a Sharp Whistle, after a few moments, a very mottled Raven lands on his Shoulder, the burd apears to have seen better days.. As it has spots where it is missing feathers..
A treacherous blinking makes you think that he understood you quite well.
Sorry Rakson for dragging you along again, but 6/7th have already answered-oh dear I forgot Dominic :-(
After the Nightscarfs led you out of the tavern you get blindfolded and dragged along side-alleys to an unknown place. During your trip you become more and more impressed by the guard's qualities, since you don't seem to encounter a single person on a walk that takes about fifteen minutes. From time to time though, you hear music in the distance, so you must still be inside the city's walls.
Master, now worries the living ones seem to cause no harm, I'll watch their actions closely though.
Misstress, I'll watch the human'ss actionss clossely and warn you, if any ssign of danger occurss.
It's freezing cold and it must have started snowing - small flakes cling to your hair and face from time to time. Then finally, you reach your destination. A door is opened and the blindfolds are removed. The captain of the 'Scarfs has led you into the dark hall of an - at first gaze - very impressive townhouse.
He pauses and nods in the direction of an richly ornamented door.
With a sympathic expression on his face, Rydlon makes a friendly guesture with his arm towards the captain:
"Puh....Captain...very good job, I see it is not the first time that you escort strangers to a big door...., if I had known this....I guess this means that the final drop is falling....next time just ask..."
The room is only lit by two oil lamps which steadily flicker (must be an open window or such somewhere) and by that throw strange shadows on the surrounding walls.
You notice that the materials and accessories (carpet, lamps, wood ect.) used in the room, look quite expensive.
There are two other doors leading off the hall and staircase that goes up to the first floor.
Dominic gives the Scarves and icy glare but says nothing to them as his gaze moves about the the building. His hands rest easily about his waist, thumbs tucked into his sturdy leather belt - and never venture far from the vials that reside there. His eyes dance about the premises, attempting to ascertain anything more about the situation.
Perception1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
We've followed this far, but I'll not show you my back until I know who holds your leash." He motions to the door. "After you, sir."
"Very well then. Given the circumstances, I'm a man such as yourself with understand if I exercise a degree of caution in these proceedings"
Without waiting for a response, Dominic proceeds to run his hand lightly over the door, checking it for traps.
perception to check for traps1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Dominic eases the door open just a crack and looks back to the guards with a scowl. He peaks into the room, then pulls the door wide open and bows deeply, shooting an almost mocking grin to Victoria.
"Ladies first, of course."
If nothing odd comes up: Turn to the lead guard and say, "Thank you for the escort. Let's do it again sometime, shall we?" In Infernal, he would continue with a smile on his face. "Next time, I blindfold you, of course."
Asuna would then move to the door, stepping through first with hand on hilt if nobody else does.