Danger in Rekkenmark (Inactive)

Game Master EltonJ


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Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

We are off duty, so it wouldn't be too much fo a stretch to say that we're out of uniform.

Garra busies herself with looking at the menu, and anyone that watches her for any length of time can see her mouthing out words with a confused look on her face as she reads. After a few minutes, her head falls to the table as one hand holding the menu cants to the side as her forearm stands straight up. Her other arm covers her head, and a soft groan can barely be heard coming from the archer.

"I can't understand a word of this," she mumbles. "What does sot-tee even mean?!"


Female Dhampir Cleric 1, Fort+3 Ref+1 Will+6 AC15 Init+1 Percept+6 SenseMotive+7 XP250 GP102

I'd expected us to be in uniform (ish, maybe shirt collar and jacket is unbuttoned, not wearing tie etc, but uniform trousers, boots, shirt and jacket), though it's also not on my sheet.

Karola barely glances at the menu. "I'll have the steak," she says, "ultra-rare, and the gazpacho to start. Pureed and warmed to body temperature." With a smile, she turns to Garra. "Sauté is quickly fried in a little hot fat - cooked, basically."


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

"Thank for your orders, gentleman and gentlewoman," the halfling says. He then turns to Garra. "And for you, my lady?"


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Custos doesn't bother with the menu sitting upon the table, it wasn't like he cooked himself or had any reason to eat. As the waiter approaches, he keeps an eye out for anything of interest and listens to the conversations nearby.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra peeks out at the halfling from under her hair and arm for a moment before swallowing her pride.

"I've never been somewhere this fancy, what would you order if you were me?"


Ifrit

"I will have the venison, as rare as you serve it with a side of seasonal vegetables and a pint of your house dark ale."

Kut would likely be in something other than a uniform if he has the option.


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10
Garra wrote:

Garra peeks out at the halfling from under her hair and arm for a moment before swallowing her pride.

"I've never been somewhere this fancy, what would you order if you were me?"

"I suggest the duck, my lady," says the little halfling. He then turns to Kut and affirms his order. " . . . A pint of the Nightwood Ale, yes sir."

The little halfling takes everyone's order and then returns to the kitchens.


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

"Duck, sure," Garra mutters, "and whatever ale you have."


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

In about thirty minutes, the waiter returns with your food. Along with your Nightwood ales. He places each plate with each person according to what they ordered. Custos does not receive any food. "That's it, anyone want anything else?" he asks.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Custos does not seem to be bothered at all by the lack of food brought out to him and doesn't appear to take any offense. It was what was expected, after all. Warforged do not sleep, they do not eat, they do not breathe, they do not grow tired. It was why they were such obvious choices as weapons of war.

He smiles at the waiter, shaking his head before leaning down towards the others. There appeared to be no conversations happening nearby for him to eavesdrop into and listen in,so he focuses his attention on his three fellow cadets.

"So what shall we do now? Return to the academy? I am certain there are more tomes to study in preparations to our lessons."


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

"I guess," Garra says as she picks at the duck, not sure what to make of the meal.


Ifrit

"There was supposed to be a show, we should stay for that. And maybe another beer or two."


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

"There is a show tonight," says your waiter. "If you want to, you can stay for that. It's a dance by one of the best dancers in Rekkenmark."


M Half-Elf (Aerenal) Hedgewitch (TG) 1

"I'm interested in another beer or two. But not too many."


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Hearing about the show and seeing at least two of the others wanting to see it, Garra readies herself for a long afternoon of feeling very awkward and out of place.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Custos and Garra almost share the exact same expression, as he nods a little and seems to settle in for the long haul. He didn't quite understand the appeal of shows, time could be better spent learning or practicing. At least it gave them something to do while eating, the whole process looked terribly time consuming.


Female Dhampir Cleric 1, Fort+3 Ref+1 Will+6 AC15 Init+1 Percept+6 SenseMotive+7 XP250 GP102

Karola picks at her soup, once it arrives, and resists the server's attempts to clear it for the main course - and once her raw meat arrives, still dripping blood, she happily dumps it into her soup and eagerly begins to slurp the thick, body-warm tomato-and-blood mixture down.

Glancing up, she pushes away the rest of her plate, loaded with grits and roasted mushrooms. "Feel free," she offers it to the group. "It'll only go to waste."


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

The lights go dim, and the stage is set. Out comes a young halfling with a mark of Hospitality on her face. With that the orchestra starts to play and she starts to sing a song of gladness with verbratto.


Ifrit

"see, I told you it was a good idea to stick around."


M Half-Elf (Aerenal) Hedgewitch (TG) 1

Ilbryn sips his beer, enjoys the show, but remains wary of pickpockets in the group's vicinity.


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra, not particularly enjoying the duck, dives into the grits and mushrooms with relish.

The show lightens her mood a little, and with a full belly, she finally seems to be relaxing some as she nurses a stein full of a fruity ale she'd found to her tastes.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Custos sits back in his seat and enjoys the performance, the beautiful song on stage catching his imagination despite his grudging attitude towards it. The dark, green orbs that were his eyes looked over the others assembled at the table, taking in each one of them. It was an introspective moment, seeing what each one did when left alone and were quiet. The careful eyes of Ilbryn as he studied those that moved around them, the way that Garra had seemed to sit up more and the tension from earlier seemed to be less now. There was the curious way that the Karola ate her soup and meal, raising questions but showing off an oddly human side of herself. Kutishek's smile as the song went along, the way he spoke about the young halfling's voice. It was a quiet moment and the soldier was happy, even relaxed at the moment if a Warforged could relax. Some times, it was good to be off-duty.


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

The song stops and people clap. It was a beautiful song about Halfling heritage. She then thanks the audience for their claps and then starts singing a song about Karrnath's current king, King Kaius III. It sounds like a mournful dirge through the most of it.


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10
EltonJ wrote:

The song stops and people clap. It was a beautiful song about Halfling heritage. She then thanks the audience for their claps and then starts singing a song about Karrnath's current king, King Kaius III. It sounds like a mournful dirge through the most of it.

After the song is complete, you see your commanding officer enter the Red Lady. He was apparently looking for you.

"Ah, there you are," he says. "Good work on finding the Universal Solvent. But we need you back at the academy. One of you is out of uniform as well."


Female Dhampir Cleric 1, Fort+3 Ref+1 Will+6 AC15 Init+1 Percept+6 SenseMotive+7 XP250 GP102

"Emergency, sir?" I ask, abandoning my meal. There's a lot less... liquid... in the bowl now.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Upon spotting their commanding officer entering into the establishment, Custos sits up and murmurs to the others.

"It is Officer Rykes. Everyone, at attention."

When the man approaches, the massive construct would rise at attention and salute when the man steps towards them, enunciating clearly when he speaks. "Sir.

He looks down at his appearance, frowning for a moment before nodding. "My apologies Sir. I was instructed there were none at my size. I will rectify the situation posthaste."

The Warforged almost seems relieved to be leaving the ritzy inn, eager to return to the more practical study of tactics and strategy. He felt more natural there, everything just made more sense.


M Half-Elf (Aerenal) Hedgewitch (TG) 1

Ilbryn takes one last sip of his drink as a token to remember it by, before grabbing a sausage to eat along the way back to the academy.


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra gets up and follows the others, trying her best to not draw attention to herself.


Ifrit

"I guess it was a good call not to get that third ale."


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

"No it wasn't," Lieutenant Rykes replied. "Darguun has sent some hobgoblins in the forest and a group of adventurers had taken care of them with some help. I want you all to return to the academy and continue your training. Baroness Illyana ir'Menethil may want to choose some new officers for her live ranks."

He saluted Custos. "You may need to be fitted for a proper uniform."


M Half-Elf (Aerenal) Hedgewitch (TG) 1

"Sounds good, Sir. So the goal is to get selected, and then to deal with some hobgoblins?"


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10
Ilbryn Herubawienagar irManimar wrote:
"Sounds good, Sir. So the goal is to get selected, and then to deal with some hobgoblins?"

"Possibly selected as officers," Rikes says. "Adventurers typically get passed up. And I hear you have had an adventure of your own, recently."


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

The idea of a promotion gains the Warforged's absolute attention, as the large steel man nods for a moment. "The trouble with the corrupt guard was of little issue. We simply did our part."

He looks to the others, smiling. "If we are all paid, shall we go? I wish to have this proper uniform for my attire."


M Half-Elf (Aerenal) Hedgewitch (TG) 1

"Scum parading as guards. Yeah, let's square up the tab and be out of here," he says with a slight hint of sadness over leaving a feast.


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Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra is already out the door and heading back, leaving one unlucky sap with her bill.

She was part of a gang, after all.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Custos will look down at where Garra was, frowning for a moment before looking around for the girl.

"She must've gotten excited to return to the academy. Perhaps we're helping turn her around!" The thought brings a smile to the Warforged's face as he reaches into his coin purse and leaves the appropriate change behind.

"It appears she was too excited to begin our assignment. We should catch up with her. Officer Rikes." He gives a polite bow of his head to his superior before lifting up the massive blade up from where it was leaning against the table. Out he would walk, making his way towards the Academy with a skip in his step. Officers? What would they be doing? This was exactly what he wanted, he would have to write to Cornelius.

That was hilarious, I approve.


Female Dhampir Cleric 1, Fort+3 Ref+1 Will+6 AC15 Init+1 Percept+6 SenseMotive+7 XP250 GP102

With a sigh that's half admiration, half frustration, Karola pays Garra's bill right along with her own, then hurried to catch up.

"You know you owe me a meal," she whispers, directly into Garra's ear, her breath entirely devoid of body heat...


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra stiffens at the whisper, and gulps at Karola's words.

You're not, umm, gonna take that from my neck are you, she asks, seeming more than a little nervous.

Oh f!$%! I've just pissed off a vampire!


Female Dhampir Cleric 1, Fort+3 Ref+1 Will+6 AC15 Init+1 Percept+6 SenseMotive+7 XP250 GP102

"Whatever made you think that, Garra," Karola smiles. "It's not like I'm a vampire or anything."

Karola smiles at Garra... and are her canine's just the tiniest bit longer than normal? Even with the bright midafternoon sunlight reflecting from them, it's hard to tell...


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

"Eep!"

It takes a moment for the archer to find her voice again, when she does so, it's a good bit shakier than it was.

"B-b-b-but the steak, an-an-and your breath not being hot," she stammers, her voice quiet.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

"Indeed, she cannot be a vampire." Custos will say, stepping up to the others as they make their way back towards the Academy. "A vampire in daylight would be destroyed, that is a common weakness of their kind." He would look at the pale woman, with her longer canines that catch the sunlight just right. "Definitely not a vampire."


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

Rikes then says, "It's time to go. Tomorrow, weapon training for you."

Rikes was going to make sure they start their art of defence training.


Male Human Psion 10/Atlanteologist 10

When you get back to the Academy, you notice this on one of the notice boards.

NOTICE
Thieves have been stealing both gold from the common citizen, and bodies from our beloved cemeteries. The thieves must be found and apprehended before more damage can be done.

See the Master of Swords at the academy for details.

Signed,
Baroness Ilyana ir'Menenthil.


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra sees the notice on the board and turns to the others.

"Do you think we could catch some thieves and graverobbers?"


M Half-Elf (Aerenal) Hedgewitch (TG) 1

"I believe we could, and I believe we should." says Ilbryn, looking to see the opinions on the faces of others.


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

Garra's face is as blank as ever, but there's something in her eyes that is haunting, like a deep sorrow that has long since scarred over.


Female Dhampir Cleric 1, Fort+3 Ref+1 Will+6 AC15 Init+1 Percept+6 SenseMotive+7 XP250 GP102

"Let's take it," Karola agrees.


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

Custos stops at the notice board and reads the task that is being left there. A frown spreads across his face, grave robbers were an unpleasant sort to deal with and could lead to quite a variety of issues. Yet when Garra turned to him and asked if they could catch them, the warforged would grin and give a slow nod of agreement.

"I believe we could. We have shown skill so far and a proper investigation will show the worth of our recruitment. Let us speak to the Master of Sword for the mission parameters and see what we can do."


Female Human Slayer 1 HP: 9/11 NL: 0 | AC 16/13/13 | F +2, R +5, W+1 | Per:+5, Init: +5 | Arrows: 39 | Daggers: 4

"Okay," Garra says, even mustering up a smile at Custos' enthusiasm. "Do you know the way to his office?"


HP: 16/16 AC: 19 (20) FF: 18 (19) TA: 11 Fort: +5 Ref: +1 Will: +3, Init: +2, Per: +6, Hero Points: 1

"This way, I believe. Follow me. It is interesting the arrangement of offices within the academy. You can see the focus on how, in the event of an attack, the building can be reinforced tactically..."

The large metal man will lead the way down the halls towards the office of the Master of Swords, explaining the history of the Academy as well as some of the ways it has been designed for combat purposes. Upon arriving at the door, barring any interruptions, he knocks upon it and awaits a chance to enter.

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