Tower the Tiny |
Tower rushes to the source of the sound, quietly activating the runes of Air. His hands start glowing with faint white light as the symbols carved on his hands channel magic from his core into elemental might.
EltonJ |
Ilbryn will move that way, but cautiously.
are we in a library sort of building? second floor? first? are there guardsmen?
Oops. I assumed you were in a library. The Rekkenmark Academy library to be precise. It's a three story library with students there getting educated and educating themselves with reading books. You are on the first floor, and the chaos generated by the brick through the air has prompted the guards to also investigate.
[Sorry about that.Tower the Tiny |
Tower goes to investigate what made the noise, without releasing the magic bound to his hands.
EltonJ |
Tower goes to investigate what made the noise, without releasing the magic bound to his hands.
Tower, you find a brick with a note attached to it. The note is written in common and has a signet impressed into some wax. Meaning that the note was written by a noble.
Garra |
Are these members of Rath's gang or the other guys? Either way...
Garra spins towards the voice, a dagger in her hand and ready to be thrown. From the look on her face, it's obvious they caught her off guard.
EltonJ |
Are these members of Rath's gang or the other guys? Either way...
Garra spins towards the voice, a dagger in her hand and ready to be thrown. From the look on her face, it's obvious they caught her off guard.
Members of Rath's gang.
They quickly put their hands up, to show that they don't mean you any harm. "Garra, we just want to talk," one said. "We don't mean any offense."
Garra |
"Sorry, I've not had a good time of it these past weeks," she says as she puts the knife away.
"How'd you get away that night? We were supposed to kill that bureaucrat, but everything went wrong. I thought whoever is was that laid that trap for us got everyone else but me," she tells them quietly as she settled back into her perch.
That's what they had told me anyway, right when they told me that if I didn't do as they said, I was dead. At least there's not a chance of Rath coming back, not from the way he was screaming.
Tower the Tiny |
"A note tied to a brick, as a rather crude way of delivering a message, although an indubitably effective one at getting the attention of someone. Magic could be more accurate and effective, but can be traced much more easily. And now that I think about it, the brick could also be seen as a means to intimidation. Once again crude, but I believe that people fear heavy bludgeoning tools. And they fear sharp implements, and volatile alchemical substances as well, even when properly stored and handled, something that always struck me as rather foolish. Is it not the use, or rather misuse that one makes of a tool, that determines its dangers? There is no more inherent lethality in a brick than there is in me. Although that may not be a good comparison, since my lethality was intrinsic to my creation, I should think about it."
EltonJ |
Tower quickly reads the note.
Tower the Tiny |
"Huh, fascinating. Whoever sent this note has apparently kidnapped the daughter of the commander, and will not return her unless the tome containing the Genealogy of King Kaius is delivered to them. Could they not have just walked here and asked for it, if it is in in the library?"
Tower the Tiny |
"Let us do that, then."
Clutching the note, Tower heads towards the librarian's office.
EltonJ |
Suits me fine.
The librarian's office was built as a standard office. It was a little bigger than Earth's typical offices. The office was large enough to hold a desk and some filing cabinets. sitting at the head of the desk was a gnome.
"My I help you?" he asks.
Dolos |
Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Approaching carefully, Dolos notices that Garra has company. In the guise of a homeless drunkard who has found a spot to rest for the night, he waits nearby, ready to intervenes if needs be.
Tower the Tiny |
Tower's eyes glimmer as he notices the gnome and unleashes a torrent of words.
If there are any Russian speakers here, please forgive my Google Translate.
"О, мой, о, мне приятно встретиться с вами, сэр! Меня зовут Башня, я был личным телохранителем Высокого Биндера Штейльмана, надеюсь, вы слышали о нем. В этой академии невероятно приятно видеть гнома, я считаю, что вы крайне недопредставлены. Это может быть из-за отсутствия интереса к бою, однако, я помню, что Арканикс был переполнен ими. Ты был там? Плавающие башни невероятно впечатляющие, я упал с одного из них один раз, увлекательный опыт.
Но мы здесь не для того, чтобы сделать небольшой разговор, по крайней мере, не сразу, я бы не стал тебя беспокоить, хотя я был бы рад, если бы тебе понравился чат позже. Так или иначе. Раньше был кирпич, довольно неприметный предмет, обычно, поскольку в городе много кирпичей, что было примечательно, так это то, что этот кирпич был брошен через один из окон библиотеки, и в нем была заметка, в которой говорилось, что Генеалогия короля Кая должна быть доставлена им в обмен на дочь командира, по-видимому, похищенного кем-то, кто бросил кирпич.
Я бы предложил использовать заклинания, чтобы найти девочку, или отправить связанные духов, чтобы исследовать, но это не мое место, чтобы решить это, а не прямо сейчас, поэтому мы пришли к вам с этой информацией, чтобы мы пошли и .. Каким должен быть наш следующий шаг, Ильбрин? Волонтер, чтобы спасти ее? Кажется довольно авантюрным."
He turns towards the half-elf and realizes his mistake. "Ah, do you speak Gnomish? I asked you what our next step should be. Volunteering to rescue her?"
But we are not here to make small talk, at least not straight away, I would not bother you, although I would be delighted should you like a chat later. Anyway. Earlier on, there was a brick, a rather unremarkable thing usually, since there are many bricks in the town, what was noteworthy was that this brick was thrown through one of the windows of the library, and it carried a note, saying that the Genealogy of King Kaius needs be delivered to them, in exchange for the daughter of the commander, apparently kidnapped by whoever threw the brick.
I would suggest the use of spells to locate the girl, or sending bound spirits to explore, but it is not my place to decide that, not right now, so we came at you with this information in order to let us go and... what should our next step be, Ilbryn? Volunteer to rescue her? Seems adventurous enough."
EltonJ |
Tower's eyes glimmer as he notices the gnome and unleashes a torrent of words.
If there are any Russian speakers here, please forgive my Google Translate.He turns towards the half-elf and realizes his mistake. "Ah, do you speak Gnomish? I asked you what our next step should be. Volunteering to rescue her?"
** spoiler omitted **...
"Hello, Tower the Tiny," said the gnome. "Yes, I have heard of the high binder and was wondering when you would show up. He happens to be my first cousin. Now, about this book. You can't have it."
Ilbryn Herubawienagar irManimar |
"Yes, I don't think we should have it either. I was wondering if the library could quickly, magically create a passable dupe with false information. The real item should be under heavy guard. The increased guard could be on the pretense of the brick being thrown. If these folks want this information, it seems likely that we don't want them to do whatever they plan on doing with it."
Garra |
Garra sighs settles back into the nook she'd always used when she needed to be alone.
"Sorry," she mumbles in apology, "I'm– I almost died today, and I'm wondering when some dark stranger is going to come up to me and say, 'The time has come for you to do our dirty work,' or something like that. I'm worried what the others will do when they find out how and why I'm at the Academy, and on top of all this, I'm attending classes and having to do investigations that are gonna get me killed."
She curls up tighter in the nook and shivers.
"I'm like a dancer on a razor. Too far one way or the other and I'm dead. I can't tell anyone else about it, and I don't know if I can run away."
Tower the Tiny |
By background, the Binder is dead.
"It's my pleasure to meet you, Sir. I, well, have no experience with subterfuge, so I'll let Ilbryn speak."
EltonJ |
Garra sighs settles back into the nook she'd always used when she needed to be alone.
"Sorry," she mumbles in apology, "I'm– I almost died today, and I'm wondering when some dark stranger is going to come up to me and say, 'The time has come for you to do our dirty work,' or something like that. I'm worried what the others will do when they find out how and why I'm at the Academy, and on top of all this, I'm attending classes and having to do investigations that are gonna get me killed."
She curls up tighter in the nook and shivers.
"I'm like a dancer on a razor. Too far one way or the other and I'm dead. I can't tell anyone else about it, and I don't know if I can run away."
"You almost died?" one of her associates said. "Who tried to kill you?"
The others shivered. One of their gang members was killed. "Tell us who tried to kill you and we will get our revenge."
Um GM? No comment from Garra's friends, or Dolos for that matter?
Sorry, something had come up to distract me.
Garra |
"Damien Dahrk, but I don't think that you'll want to tangle with him. He's... terrifying, and now he has some mystic artifact," she tells them.
"The best thing you two could do is stay away. This mess is just as likely to get you killed as it is me."
EltonJ |
"Given that a hostage is involved,. that might be how you want to play it. Consult the Commander if you are worried about payment as it's his kid on the line. And if Cannith quotes you too long, threaten the Commander's wrath by proxy."
"I'll do that," he says. "House Sivis aims to please. Now, if you gentlemen would excuse me, I have to visit the necessary."
The gnome gets up and heads to the water closet.
EltonJ |
"Damien Dahrk, but I don't think that you'll want to tangle with him. He's... terrifying, and now he has some mystic artifact," she tells them.
"The best thing you two could do is stay away. This mess is just as likely to get you killed as it is me."
"Who is Damien Dahrk?" one of them asks.