Darkness over Arglondar

Game Master Chingo Chaplo


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HP: 17/31 | DR 4(8) | AC 19 (23) (T: 15/FF: 14) | CMD: 23| Fort+10 Ref+11 Will+8 (+2 all vs evil and +2 vs death and necromancy. Immune to disease) | Init:+7 | Perception:+5 (Darkvision) Lay on hands 1d6 -sickened; 1/5, Hero: 2 Spoils Wiki Journal

As expected Rhialla was off talking up old acquaintances and socializing in old circles for a time after arriving in Bhelskar. No one heard from her for a time. It was several days before a messenger delivered a method of reaching her to the others.

Rhialla gathering information or developing contacts: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Several weeks later Rhialla found herself reunited with her recent travelling companions. In normal travelling attire and prepared for war she was a sight for sore eyes, but now in the city, relaxed in her vestments of loving Larafae and hair down, she was stunning.

She smiled at Bhalur, "You are a wonderfully spirited man, one the world could use more of Bhalur. I'm sure the Dragon Matron would show you favor for such an act of selflessness. Were you planning on moving in any particular direction or to any place?"


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

Having spent most of times with different temples and wandering the more poorly parts of the town, helping those in need. Sometimes having sad expression on his face and not really understanding the ongoings of the people. How could this be possible... this filth, these conditions and the attitude. Live was truly different with Bhakiris but the nature in itself was not to be trifled with. Also there the habitants had the danger of encountering dangerous wildbeast or traps, without speaking magic or other possible dangers.

"Sometimes I do think that maybe my efforts are not enough. I cant understand some of the things even though I have already seen such a possible outcomes for a long time." a sad expression on his face as he recalls his last weeks

"Well, as for direction I do not know. I have heard there are some bandits in a nearby lands. I do remember that forgotten fort though. Remember the door, which we closed, that had some spiders? I was thinking maybe to search some reason, why it perished and how it came to be like that. If I were to clear it, maybe it can be inhabitet again and by doing that, I could also solve the bandit problem. Clearing and finding out the reason for abandonment of the fort & having it stationed by military would be solving two things in one go" Bhalur mentions as he thinks back during that time


HP: 17/31 | DR 4(8) | AC 19 (23) (T: 15/FF: 14) | CMD: 23| Fort+10 Ref+11 Will+8 (+2 all vs evil and +2 vs death and necromancy. Immune to disease) | Init:+7 | Perception:+5 (Darkvision) Lay on hands 1d6 -sickened; 1/5, Hero: 2 Spoils Wiki Journal

"Your efforts are always enough Bhalur and you are one of the most dedicated people I know. Try not to be so critical of yourself."

Rhialla waves over a server if there is one but continues with the discussion, "So eager to return to the dark and unnatural caverns? It would be quite a treck but I suppose sneaking in a visit to Blackrose to see how things are coming and persuading bandits to find meaningful purpose throughout the area wouldn't be an unjust thing to do. I would need to run it by my lady matron. She can be hard to persuade sometimes."


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

"Hah, not so eager but it could be wortwhile. Wasnt there an expression "Curiosity killed the cat?" and with that remark Bhalur begins to laugh "talk about frigging big cat.. ups, sorry for cursing heh. Well, not like that I do not fancy to see what we missed down there. Might be interesting to find out."

Thinking as he cups Shaer on his big hands and places her on his shoulder, only to coil around his neck and seemingly disappear with his black color mixing with the black fur of Bhalur "Well, I am not sure actually. There is so much things to see or do but I am bit lost. Our purpose, Acolytes of Dragon Matron, is to promote peace and co-habitation between good dragons and other races but so far might as well help others. Maybe Magnes here have something to add or maybe suggestion? or Kevroth found something interesting to do" as Bhalur turn his gaze towards Magnes and Kevroth


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

"Dunno abou'you all but I've had my fill of caves for a bit. I've still coin to spend and food to enjoy in this city, perhaps when I am once again short on money beatin' up spiders in a tumbledown fort will sound attractive."
The dwarf replies with an amused grin, one hand on his mug of ale and another on the fantastic looking trench bread sandwich he was doing his best to avoid wearing rather than eating.
"Curiosity I'd say would be an agreeable interest though I dunno bou'that sayin'." the dwarf says glancing to the oversized tabby who had taken up residence on the hearth. The housecat looking up with a blearly eyed expression of the newly awoken.
"Mao?" The cat seems to ask with small irritation
"Go back to sleep ya furry ball ah' fat." The dwarf replies to the cat without a beat. The furry beast huffing and putting its head back down.

"So to sum up I've yet to hear anythin' recently that strikes meh desire to venture forth. I spose lookin' into that fort would be a good thing to do but as we already cleared it back to the cells and blocked the only exit it migh' just be better to collapse the place and build something overtop it." The dwarf then cursing as a gob of melted cheese oozes out of his sandwich and right onto his leg.

Assuming Magnes found his fellow alchemist did said individual have anything of interest to say about Magnes's uncle or the process of alchemy in general? Magnes is effectively a neophyte who managed to learn some tricks out of a book. So he'd be very interested to learn something about the more mystical portions of the alchemical arts.
would also be fine with RP-ing introductions just drop a spoiler for me to post at with Magnes's first meeting or whatnot.


Male Aasimar Warpriest 6 / (Un)Rogue(Bandit) 6/Trickster 1 [HP 64/64 | AC 19/T 13/FF 16 (not flat-footed when unaware, +2 vs. traps), Fort +8, Ref +11, Will +10 | Init +7; Perception +15 | F 7/7 | B 6/6 | MP 5/5 | Spells: 5/4/0/0/0/0]

Kevroth steps into the room from the street, his long barrel of his musket over his shoulder. He smiles broadly when he spots the group and heads over to the table. As he gets there and sets the musket down to lean into the corner, it is clear the weapon has seen some modifications. There are now two barrels running the length of the weapon. Kevroth seems cheerful when he peaks, "Greetings, friends. How are you all this fine day?"


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Magnes glances up from his brew to the new arrival "Meh, drinks acceptable an' tha company is good." The brewmaster states as he glances to his own barrel of liquor
"Looks like ya managed to strap even more steel ta' that contraption a yours. Fer a reason I suspect? Looks shinier too."

With that he looks over to Rhialla "So hows tha' fighting art nunnery works? Seen ya about town a bit so I'll assume nothin' has come up ta' take ya' very far from the city of swords." Magnes asks with a flair of amusement "My quest to drink at every bar in the city is only halfway done, but I gotta say this town sure has a lot of 'em"


HP: 17/31 | DR 4(8) | AC 19 (23) (T: 15/FF: 14) | CMD: 23| Fort+10 Ref+11 Will+8 (+2 all vs evil and +2 vs death and necromancy. Immune to disease) | Init:+7 | Perception:+5 (Darkvision) Lay on hands 1d6 -sickened; 1/5, Hero: 2 Spoils Wiki Journal

"A lofty goal given the number of exclusive drinking halls Magnes," Rhialla smirks amused. "With the festival it has been quiet busy at the Grand Gallery. Many of my sisters, that I haven't seen in a long time, are visiting and our recent accomplishment up north has put me in high demand as a guest to more than a few parties and dinners. I could do without some of the veiled threats but..."

"Good day Kevroth. I am well, yourself? I don't know if I remember the last time I saw you smile so readily."


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Magnes nods at the elf with a canary catching smile. "Yanno ya'd think that but there's no draw in a city like free quality liquor. Ya get talkin' have some good conversations and make friends. Then ya flub an obscure bar term or two an' look fer the ones who look like they want to speak up. Then jus' talk to those ones."
The Dhouvarr says as he slides a finger over the foam of his drink
"Amazin' the sorta' lengths one of yer nobles will go to so as to avoid the 'shame' ah bein' outed in public place ah low class."

"As to the dinners it'd be awful boring to have to go to a dinner with people you don't know or get under yer skin an' not have someone stabbin at someone words or otherwise. Seemed half the reason most folks went back when I attended such things. there was wasted food left an' right from folks too busy talkin ta' eat at a dinner. Drink was always gone though."


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

"Well, that sounds the most pleasent Magnes. I am sure you would be enlightened to try out some of the specialities of Dragon Matron although these are offered only once festivals... and luckily for you there happens to be one just around the corner" Bhalur smiles at Magnes "They call it Burning Fire due to its nastiness. Usually it is reserved for a higher ranking personel but during such times they bring it out even for public since they do want to promote the "fire burning inside all of us" in regards to dragons. Something about beer worth of dragon breath hehe" as his eyes twinkle with humour

"Ah Kevroth, I see that all is good and well with you. I am doing good, thank your for asking. We are just talking about what each of us has done during these last weeks and trying to figure out what to do next. What about you?"


Male Aasimar Warpriest 6 / (Un)Rogue(Bandit) 6/Trickster 1 [HP 64/64 | AC 19/T 13/FF 16 (not flat-footed when unaware, +2 vs. traps), Fort +8, Ref +11, Will +10 | Init +7; Perception +15 | F 7/7 | B 6/6 | MP 5/5 | Spells: 5/4/0/0/0/0]

Kevroth pats his musket with a satisfied expression, "I have been putting this through its paces. I was finally able to fully restore my musket, and I decided to to see if I could give it another barrel. It works like a dream!" He comes to the table and sits.

A darker expression shows for a moment before his pleased demeanor reasserts itself, "I also spent some time outside of the city. It is amazing how much of a relief it was to get away for a while. I only just got back today."


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Magnes grins at the cat man "I've yet to encounter a brew that can best me, but that certainly does sound like fun. Perhaps we can make a spectacle of it fer some folks, could get more attention to your religion an' give me an excuse ta try an' drink dragon monks under the table."
With that he looks over to the elf gunslingers weapon, giving the barkeep a wave for the new arrival to choose a drink.
"I can see how well maintained tha' older parts are an tha' quality of tha' newer ones. I'm amazed it is even the same weapon to be frank. I heard tell of some hunters comin' back outta tha forest after an encounter with a bear earlier this month, 'parrently thunder in tha middle of a cloudless day scared it away."


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

In another part of the city

"Mrf" Says the one eared cat.
Oversized frame launching with its stolen prize in its mouth. Bounding off a trash can, fence and then roof with disturbing grace for its size.
The beast giving a single glance to the target of it theft, body exuding a thick aura of smug before scampering away with it prize.

If you felt like adding your own flair to the chase scene that ultimately will end with you in the bar with Magnes and crew. I'm also cool with whatever you think of as an end result.
I was thinking the cat would get into the bar through an open window and do its best to vanish in the crowd of patrons. Well that or get through the window and land in a heap on Magnes's face. That could also be amusing.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

A tall young man dressed in dark green clothes with a black cloak and two long sabers at his belt was busy eating a piece of meat on a stick bought from a hawker on the street. His face is now comically frozen betwixt shock and laughter since his shishkebab is now on the roof above him, in the jaws of a large alley cat. Young half-elf somehow just knows that the cat is grinning at him.

"Hey" That's mine!, he shouts, but there is no real hostility in his voice. "And I was prepared to share, you know!"

Passers by are watching him a bit strangely because he is talking to a cat, but he seems not to care.


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

The massive tabby flicks its ear and tilts its head at the humanoid on the ground almost as if to say "Why share what I already have and you can't reach?"
The cat smugly grasping the meat skewer in one paw and chewing on the meat with one eye to the half-elf on the ground blatantly chewing on the stolen snack.

I use Bold OOC for conversations that a character can't understand but could be amusing for a player to read. I often use it for my familiars in game.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

"Smug as the cat that grabbed the bacon, as the saying goes", mumbles half-elf to himself. "But you won't get away that easily! Come here, you little thief!"

Having said that, young man jumps on the same fence that the cat vaulted and continues to climb to the roof.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

The cat gives a confused look of the humanoid balancing on the fence before grabbing its stolen prize and quickly bolting to a more difficult to reach roof
acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
jumping a fence, a trashcan and bounding off a laundry line landing on another roof. The cat looking back to the half elf with that same self satisfied smug look. The creature obviously certain that the humanoid would never get to his new hiding place.

In the bar

"Its strange to say but I haven't seen that furry hanger-on around fer a little while. Wonder what nonsense that creature got up to now. Last week he brought me a dead hawk, like a normal one does a sparrow or what not. Apparently he thinks I'm incapable ah' feedin' mehself."


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

"As far as I have seen, its qzute full of itself like all cats. Still I am unable to comprehend, how it keeps following you. Even to Dalkalar... you sure it hasnt taken a liking to your brew rather than company? They do say that pets reflects their "owners" desires or habits " Bhalur laughs


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Magnes frowns with a sour lemon face
"Migh' be tha' case were it not that I tried that already, damned creature couldn't tell a quality brew if it bit it. All he did was knock over meh' bottle a' rum an' drink tha' low quality swill that trader I got jipped by last week called mead." The dhouvarr then glancing to the nearest window and looking the sky.
"Still don' understand why tha' damn thing decided to follow me. Plenty ah other folks he could choose ta' bother I know fer damn sure that wit' tha' number ah young girls he's had cooin' over him this last month in town he could be livin' in the lap ah luxury if he wanted to."


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

"Curiosity as I said. Who else could tell you it better than someone like me, bhakiri? Almost a cat myself" laughing at his own pun as he glances at the others "Well, there might be something what attracts it to you. Shaer here is same, a companion and a friend although he was a gift from Dragon Matron."


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

Half-elf narrows his eyes, looking at the cat on the next roof. "All right, you little devil. Challenge accepted. I'm gonna catch you sooner or later!", then he looks around him and down the street and mutters: "At least if I don't get arrested or break my neck while jumping from rooftop to rooftop..."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Magnes looks to the bhakiri's companion and gives his own chuckle.
"I dunno what deity'd saddle meh with tha' freeloader but they must have one odd sensa' humor." The Dhouvar looking to the roof with a strange expression.
"Did you hear somethin' jus now?

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The cat only manages to barely catch the meat skewer it drops in surprise as the elf comes flying over the impressive gap between buildings. Forcing the creature to change its opinion on the humanoid species capability for flight. The Cat having been in perfect position to properly Smug at the elf is treated to a wonderful bout of irony. Boxed as the cat is on the edge of the roof with nowhere to go but down or into the obscenely agile humanoids arms.
Then the beast spots the window one floor down on the next building and leaps with a yowl.
esc-cape!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
The beast managing to tuck its body in mid leap and pass though the half open window, the still held shiskebab snapping in half as the cat passes through the space. A yowl sounding as the wooden stick drives the beast off its intended course and causing it to slide crazily down the wooden bar visible through the opening.

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Magnes takes another sip of his drink and makes another face
"Ok, now ah'm certain I hear-
The Dhouvarr is interrupted in his suspicions as the massive one eared tom cat comes rocketing through the bars half open window scrabbling for purchase down the slick wood surface.
A broken wooden meat skewer held between its teeth with a sizable chunk of meat still on it.
The other half of the skewer spiraling through the bar's air before landing with a solid sploosh in Magnes's drink.
"What?"
The flabberghasted dwarf asks glancing from the window, to the cat and then back to his drink.
"What??"
The Dhouvarr asks again as he looks to his Bhakiri companion to see if he perhaps held more knowledge about this situation.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Half-elf jumps after the cat, but it proves too agile for him and escapes into the next building, managing to jump through the window at the ground floor.

After a more careful look, the building appears to be an inn of some kind. Feeling a bit foolish, the half-elf scrambles down from the rooftop and enters the inn through the front door.

Almost immediately he sees a strange duo sitting at one of the tables, with the offending cat next to them. Half-elf approaches them, ignoring other patrons, and says: "Excuse me, but I think that your cat has my meat."

And these are probably the weirdest words I ever said in a RPG :)


Male Human Sorcerer 2 hp 12/12 Init +5 AC 13 Touch 11 Flat 12 Fort +1 Ref +1 Will +2 Energy 6/6

Immediately behind him follows a tall human in an expensive red and black suit. He looks around for a moment, laughing slightly at the exchange between the cat and the cloaked man, then approaches the inn keep. Hello friend, know where I can get a strong drink for cheap?


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

Watching how the cat lands inside and the stick splitting half, other half staying with cat and other half ending in Magnes mug "Speak of the devil! He was even kind to bring you food, directly this time and its even actual food " and this time having hilarious fit of laughing "Our small friend is even more intelligent than I thought"

AS the stranger approached and mentioned about cat stealing his food Bhalur just could not stop but instead laughed just louder "Ahaha, somehow - hahahaha - this whole situation is - ahahaha - so familiar" as he wipes his tears away from laughing and motions stranger to come closer "Sorry for that. Its just happening quite often and I will apologize in behalf our "cat". I will gladly pay for new one but you can of course fight for the remaining meal with the cat if you want" as Bhalur smirk at this remark


"If you're looking for strong drink you've come to the right place mister. Welcome to the Brass Dragon Inn. Name's Alron Goodman." The balding stocky man in his mid-forties answers. "We have fire-brandy, dark rum, light rum, absinthe, whiskey. You name it we got it. What would you like?"

Magnes Coalbrow:

A few days earlier:

You stand on Cedar Lane before a large green building overlooking a park with tall cedar trees in the St. Galavath Canton, the place where the master alchemist Zabrani lives, according to your uncle's ledger.
The street is silent besides the birds in the cedars chirping and a man in fine clothing passes you by whistling merrily. He tips his hat. "G'day Master Dhouvarr."
Three stone steps leads up to a large oaken double door with an iron door knocker looking like the head of a horned and bearded devil or satyr.


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

The Dhouvarr(Dwarf) sitting at the bar, wears finely made cotton tunic with belts and pants stuffed with various pungent smelling things. He wears a fine hat with a short beard of sun bleached dark hair. His cheeks bear the color of one comfortably drunk. On one hip is a iron banded cask and a backpack festooned with a motley assortment of various gear sits next to his chair.
"Koija?" The dwarf asks with a confused look to his face.
"Nah'Koija don' have swords." The dwarf seeming to catch something and begins raucously laughing.
"Oh.. Oh mountains blessed that's funny. Would it suprise you were I to say you are not the first person tha' cat has dragged ta' me on accounta' stolen meal?"

The cat on the other hand looks to the stubborn legged creature eyes locking before it drops the skewer it holds. Sniffing the air once and turning around, obviously deciding he was done with the skewer.
"Mao" says the cat.

The dwarf looks at the creature with amusement.
"guess yer' free lunch didn't work out like you planed eh?"
"Mao" says the Cat. Clearly not picking the dust of a chase out of its fur. One that is definitely did not just lose.
"Yeh' thou' so. Oi.. uh dunno yer name. Pull up a chair t'tha' side here an' well pay this bartender 'ere to stuff you full of chicken. S'good. Names Magnes by the way."

Meeting the mind's gardener:

"Aye, doubler's best to ya." the dwarf replies woodenly
Magnes does his best to not appear unkempt, or too prepared, or really anything out of the ordinary as stands oustide with the gargoyle of a doorknocker looming at him to his.
Uncles notes say this ones a rather busy man, lets just hope he has time for the son of an old colleague.
Wiping mental cobwebs he draws in a breath and knock three times on the door then twice more. The Dhouvarr waiting for a response.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

"To be honest", replies the Half-Elf, "I was more worried that the cat belongs to no one. I just wanted to take care of it for a while, at least during my time in this city."

Person in front of you is tall and slender, but with well-defined muscles. His pale face is handsome, his hair black as a raven and his eyes dark purple. He is dressed in dark clothes - green so dark that it looks black - with black cloak over it and he wears two sabers on his belt. One has black hilt and is in black sheath; the other has white hilt and lies in white sheath. Both have silver pommels in the shape of wolf's head.

"My name is Kai. It's short for Kainanaleninalai."

Old Elvish:
Ground Bare in Winter as Killing Snow Falls in Wind


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Bah hit the time limit.
"I'll go ahead an' call ya yer nickname then. Too deep inta meh cups fer tongue twisters. S'ah pleasure ta meet ya. Lemme order that meal like I promised."

Reaching into a side pouch still quite stuffed with gold Magnes plucks two coins. "Oi, Alron! Ye still have any ah meh White Boar left? If so a round fer tha' table, some solid meat fer this here skinny elf an' if ye've got some scraps I bet tha' cat'd love ya fer em."
The Dhouvarr then looks at the new arrival and cups a hand in a stage whisper
"An' if you've interest in stronger fare than ale I've a more potent brew in me cask here. But you'll need to wait til were out of the bar ta' try it. Don' want ta drive all ah' poor Alron's customers ta' distraction after all."

With that out of the way the Dhouvarr gives the humanoid a discerning look, glancing to see if he can catch the shape of the mans ears. The obvious weaponry and entrance making wheels turn in the drunks head.
"Those are some fine blades. I take yer some variety ah' mercenary type? Seems ya missed yer calling as an Acrobat if ya managed to give lumpy over there a run fer his money. Damn creatures greased lightning when he don' want ta be caught."

Appraise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Do those blades look dwarf forged? if not do I have a general idea as to where they are from and what variety of weapon they are? figure its another topic to speak on.


Looking over his new guest at the dhouvarr brewmaster, Alron nods and starts filling tankards from a barrel labeled White Boar. He looks up at Darvenen. "This here is an exquisite ale, made by Master Coalbrow. It is said that he copied the recipe from a haunted inn in the Vargilwood on a recent adventure. I highly recommend it."

Meeting the mind's gardener:

"And to you good sir." the man says and wanders into the park.

After a couple of minutes, an elderly man in servant's attire opens the door. "Yes. Can I help you?"


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

The origin of the blades is yet to be developed, but they are not Dwarven-made for sure. When drawn, the blades would look like katanas, but with serrated back. One blade is completely black, and the other one is silvery. Since they have wolf-shaped pommels, perhaps they could be related to those lycan elves (forgot the race name)? It's up to the GM, really.


Male Human Sorcerer 2 hp 12/12 Init +5 AC 13 Touch 11 Flat 12 Fort +1 Ref +1 Will +2 Energy 6/6

Pausing for a second, Darvinen considers his options, then without pausing to let the inkeep speak he asks in succesion, Very well then, where did you say he got the recipe? Oh, never mind, I'll ask him myself. How much for a tankard?


"1 Thalen, mister." 1 sp


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

Meeting the mind's gardener:

"Good evening, I'd been hopin' to speak with Master Zabrani if he happens to be in. I have it on good word that he knows my Uncle and I was told to look him up were I to come into town. My name is Magnes Coalbrow." The Dhouvarr asks in a even a tone as he can.


Male Aasimar Warpriest 6 / (Un)Rogue(Bandit) 6/Trickster 1 [HP 64/64 | AC 19/T 13/FF 16 (not flat-footed when unaware, +2 vs. traps), Fort +8, Ref +11, Will +10 | Init +7; Perception +15 | F 7/7 | B 6/6 | MP 5/5 | Spells: 5/4/0/0/0/0]

Kevroth, having fallen silent for a time, looks up sharply as the cat comes tumbling in through the window. He relaxes a bit as it is clear that the ruckus is just due to the cat.

When the newcomer arrives, Kevroth is just in the process of placing a beautifully crafted double-barreled musket behind him where it can lean against the wall. Kevroth nods to Kai, "Greetings Kainanaleninalai." his pronunciation reveals that he is either a native speaker of the Aratheel tongue, or a natural linguist.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

Kai looks at the man, only now paying attention to him, and his gaze swiftly takes his measure. He bows slightly, saying: "Well met, elven-kin, wolf-kin. Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo. A star shines on the hour of our meeting."

When doing Elvish, you can never go wrong with Tolkien :D


Male Aasimar Warpriest 6 / (Un)Rogue(Bandit) 6/Trickster 1 [HP 64/64 | AC 19/T 13/FF 16 (not flat-footed when unaware, +2 vs. traps), Fort +8, Ref +11, Will +10 | Init +7; Perception +15 | F 7/7 | B 6/6 | MP 5/5 | Spells: 5/4/0/0/0/0]
Kai of No Past wrote:

Kai looks at the man, only now paying attention to him, and his gaze swiftly takes his measure. He bows slightly, saying: "Well met, elven-kin, wolf-kin. Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo. A star shines on the hour of our meeting."

When doing Elvish, you can never go wrong with Tolkien :D

A slightly puzzled look, then Kevroth bows from his seat with hand to heart.

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13.

Sense Motive DC 13:
Kevroth's puzzled look was not genuine and though he is trying to control his reactions, he is thoroughly unsettled about something Kai said, verging-on-panic levels of unsettled, and seems to be trying to watch everyone in the bar at the same time without seeming to watch anyone.

Nice reference :)


Male Human Sorcerer 2 hp 12/12 Init +5 AC 13 Touch 11 Flat 12 Fort +1 Ref +1 Will +2 Energy 6/6

Thank you Darvinen hands the inn keep a silver, then looks at his coin purse, which could hold far more than it currently does. He sips the drink and then sits beside the Dhouvarr. When there is a pause he speaks. I shall be quite content to wait for your brew, but till then I should like to hear the story behind it. The inn keep said no more than that you had visited a haunted inn, and I do like to hear a good tale now and again.

Too true, I felt compelled to work in Elrond's words about chance meetings at the council, but couldn't find a good way.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

Kai replies with another bow. Let it never be said that the two elves meeting each other for the first time are anything but courteous. Although, I am but halfblooded. I have less time than him, he thinks to himself wryly.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2
Darvenen Jaalae wrote:


Too true, I felt compelled to work in Elrond's words about chance meetings at the council, but couldn't find a good way.

Ah, but if we go in that direction, we will need to recruit more players. I believe nine is traditional number, is it not? :)


Male Human Sorcerer 2 hp 12/12 Init +5 AC 13 Touch 11 Flat 12 Fort +1 Ref +1 Will +2 Energy 6/6

Seeing that the Dhouvarr hesitated for a moment, and that he looked around at the people around him, Darvinen asked, Or perhaps one of your friends could tell me the story, if you do not wish to share it? The human was standing now, sipping his drink with one hand, the other resting on the counter. His face was expectant.


HP: 17/31 | DR 4(8) | AC 19 (23) (T: 15/FF: 14) | CMD: 23| Fort+10 Ref+11 Will+8 (+2 all vs evil and +2 vs death and necromancy. Immune to disease) | Init:+7 | Perception:+5 (Darkvision) Lay on hands 1d6 -sickened; 1/5, Hero: 2 Spoils Wiki Journal

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Rhialla returns from stepping away a moment to speak with someone that she recognized the moment they walked into the room, the stranger was a woman of the cloth searching for something or someone. When Rhialla returns, already about to apologize for her abrupt departure, she is surprised to see a human and a halfelf engaged in discussion about haunted inns, swords, and speaking aratheel.

"You speak Aratheel so well! Is that a Northwest accent I hear, from near the borders of Nakraath?" Rhialla interjects speaking to Kai. “Queni ya ranya ullumë vanwë umir.”

"The haunted inn is an interesting story, one I'd be pleased to share, but first, who are we?" Rhialla moves to stand beside Kevroth landing a hand on his shoulder with a gentle squeeze to either reassure him or to show that she saw his worried face as her eyes skirt between the two strangers.

Rhialla does not currently appear to be armed and is wearing a courtier's gown with gold and red fabrics woven together masterfully. She does looks a little out of place here.

Knowledge Relgion DC5:
The necklace she wears shows she is of Lady Larafae's faith.

Knowledge Local DC20:
Of the faithful in the city Rhialla is one of the most well known throughout in service to Larafae, second only to to Matron Serenti at the Grand Gallery. She was once of Aratheel royalty before she was disowned or cast out of her family.


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

Kai bows once again, stunned by the woman's presence. "Indeed, my lady. I hail from those parts of the world." He smiles a bit shyly. "And although I am a wanderer, I'd like to think that I know where I'm going."


Attack Longsword: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Primal Roar 2/2 | Second Wind: 4d4+4 1/1 | Inititiative +3 Perception +10 Diplomatic +12 Sense Motive +11 | Hero: 2 | Matalars-Boon: 1/1
HP & Armor & Saves:
HP 33/33 | AC/T/FF 17/11/16 | DR 4 | Fort +5 / Refl +4 / Will +3

Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
I think we never really heard about that so far but I assume Bhalur became knowledgeable it during his service-> thats why rolling for it :P

Noticing the uncomfortableness of Kevrith but seeing as how Rhialla already is taking care of it, Bhalur nods at Rhialla as if thanking her for that

Bhalur is a huge individual, over 9 feet tall but for mechanics he is still medium sized. His fur is completely black, with a blue eyes which slit pupils. From his head protrudes pure white shaped antlers. Wearing only a simple brown tunic, barely fitting him and in some parts its almost breaking apart due to his bulging muscles. Simple pants are covering his lower region but otherwise Bhalur seems harmless, like a kitty-cat :)


Meeting the mind's gardener:

"Who is it?!!" you hear someone yell from within the house.

"One minute, Mister Coalbrow." the servant says and closes the door.

Not a minute goes by before a tall, blue-skinned man with completely white eyes opens the door. He is dressed in a white silk robe with yellow, red and blue embroidery and wears a white hat. In his mouth he has an ivory pipe, the head of which is carved like the head of an old bearded man.

"Hmm. The nephew of Coen Coalbrow you say. You surely resemble him." The akavali says and puffs out a cloud of smoke smelling pleasently like fruit and flowers. "I was just about to take my evening stroll. Perhaps you'd like to accompany me?"

Bhalur Blackthorn:

A few days earlier:

You find yourself in the office of Mistress Elyenne in the Temple of Matalar in St. Myrtha Canton, a room with many bookshelves, beautiful paintings and a large open window to the garden in the inner court of the temple, where a statue of the Dragon Matron, even larger than the one in the temple hall stands in the middle of a lush garden. Elyenne sits in the chair opposite the table from where you sit. A decanter of red grape wine stands on the table and you each have a glass.

Elyenne has hooded gold eyes, bearing testimony to her aasimar blood. Her luxurious, straight, neck-length hair is blond, and is worn in a complex style. A necklace of beryls adorns her neck. She is short and has a lithe build. Her skin is deeply-tanned and she wears red and dark red robes. A golden-scaled pseudo-dragon sits on her shoulder.

"I can't even begin to describe how much your help in the last couple of weeks has meant to us, Bhalur. A man of such a kind heart and helpful nature is truly a blessing to the Temple. I know you said that you didn't want anything but room and board in return for your services, but I have found something that I want you to have."

Elyenne places a gold ring on the table. It is crafted with a feather pattern all around its edge. She motions for you to take it.

"It is a ring of feather falling. I hope it will be of as much benefit to you as your help has been to me." She says and smiles warmly.

Ring of Feather Falling

Rhialla Arken:

A few days earlier:

You find yourself on the balcony of the quarters of Matron Sereniti in the Grand Gallery in St. Myrtha Canton, the largest temple of the Loving Lady in all of Arglondar.

The balcony overlooks a beautiful garden in the center of the compound, the rooftops of Bhelskar and the beautiful sunset over the shimmering water of Alamar's Deep in the distance, as the Grand Gallery is built on a hill.

Matron Seriniti was clearly a strikingly beautiful woman in her younger years, and despite her old age she is still a beautiful woman. She wears a beautiful blue gown and her grey hair waves gently in the summer breeze. She has keen bright blue eyes and a healthy tan.

A small swallow lands on the railing of the balcony and Matron Seriniti slowly places her hand next to it. The bird doesn't fly away. Instead it chirpingly hops on her finger.

"My. What a beautiful one you are." Matron Seriniti says and lifts her arm. The swallow tilts its head and looks at Matron Seriniti and then at Rhialla. Matron Serinity gives the swallow a birdseed and it flies away with it. Then the old woman turns to Rhialla.

"I can feel your restlessness, my dear. Your heart longs for the road and adventure, am I right?"

Kevroth:

A few days earlier:

You find yourself by your campsite in the Laerngern Woods east of Bhelskar. It is evening and a pair of rabbits you have caught earlier are slowly roasting over the fire. The last couple of weeks out in the wilds has felt so liberating to you. You have been able to shapeshift freely and you have runned and smelled and felt the nature all around you. You haven't been haunted by nightmares, but instead dreamt pleasant dreams of your youth, and last night you had a different dream. A very special dream.

You dreamt you were in wolf-form running through the woods when suddenly you reached a moon-lit meadow. The moon was larger than normal and on a hill in the middle of the meadow there was a silvery light, drawing you closer.

On the top of the hill there was a beautiful naked woman with silvery hair and light emminating from within her.

"Kevroth my child. It is I. Sibilune. Do not fear. A darkness is forming in the west. A darkness which threatens this land and all of its creatures. You must return to Bhelskar. To your companinions. I will watch over you, my child. Do not fear."


Male Aasimar Warpriest 6 / (Un)Rogue(Bandit) 6/Trickster 1 [HP 64/64 | AC 19/T 13/FF 16 (not flat-footed when unaware, +2 vs. traps), Fort +8, Ref +11, Will +10 | Init +7; Perception +15 | F 7/7 | B 6/6 | MP 5/5 | Spells: 5/4/0/0/0/0]

Seeing no one react to Kai's words, and Kai's own non-reaction, Kevroth relaxes a tiny bit, Perhaps it is a traditional greeting where he is from. Perhaps just a coincidence. When Rhialla places her hand on his shoulder, Kevroth relaxes a bit more. As she leaves her hand there, he is getting distracted from his worries over Kai's words by something much more pleasant and frustrating at the same time. Without realizing he is doing it, he leans very slightly toward Rhialla.

Meeting the Moon:
Not speaking for a moment, Kevroth realized he is staring, as much because he is meeting his goddess as because she is naked before him. He quickly bows his head, honored beyond words by her presence, blushing furiously, and more than a little flustered. He finally manages to choke out something like a coherent thought, "My .. my Lady! I am sorry for .. I mean .. What is .. who .." a deep breath, "Can you tell me what the darkness is?"


HP: 17/31 | DR 4(8) | AC 19 (23) (T: 15/FF: 14) | CMD: 23| Fort+10 Ref+11 Will+8 (+2 all vs evil and +2 vs death and necromancy. Immune to disease) | Init:+7 | Perception:+5 (Darkvision) Lay on hands 1d6 -sickened; 1/5, Hero: 2 Spoils Wiki Journal

A few days earlier: Grand Gallery in St. Myrtha Canton:

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation," Rhialla replies. "My efforts pale here when compared to what we accomplished with Blackrose. Home is not where we are from, it is where we belong, and I belong to the roads, the winds, and the water's current." Rhialla looks out over the retreating sun over Alamar's Deep leans on the marble railing of the balcony with both arms. "I understand that part of my arrangement to my family is that I serve here, and I have the deepest respects for your efforts in raising me as your successor, but I do miss it. I miss my friends, the danger, and the moments that will stay with me forever. Do you think me deranged?" Rhialla surrenders smile, embarrassed and amused simultaneously at what she must sound like.

Rhialla gently smiles to the half-elf, "Ieneth lin mani rana? Im Rhialla ar vellon nîn Kevroth, Bhalur, and Magnes."

Aratheel:

"What is your name wanderer? I am Rhialla and my companions here are Kevroth, Bhalur, and Magnes."


Dhouvarr Alchemyst 3 HP: 31/31 DR:4| AC: 17 T: 17 FF: 14 CMD: 16 | Fort: +5, Ref: +5, Will: +2 | Init: +4 Senses: Darkvision 60 Perception+7(+9 w/Stonecunning)

"Well one is someone the cat dragged in and the other is a human that wants a story. I like Catdragged Kai, good company fer a drink I think. I'll have to see about this human here"

Magnes's face slips to a grinning mask as he looks up to the human who "I, was thinkin'of how to properly tell tha' tale bein' that yer askin' meh to tell is i tha middle of a larger story. Didn' wanna confuse."
The dwarf greatfully takes his newly ordered ale and takes a solid draw. A satisfied sigh as he turns back to the human.
"But I suppose I'll just go with tellin' ya and lettin' ya ask over anythin yer confused on. Can't fault yer haste what with yer mayfly lifespan."

With that the dwarf swigs his drink once more.
"Now, it was near the end of our journey the Dalakar that we encountered tha' Three Tusk Boar. It'd been a long day of marching through terrain and we were treated to a view of that Dalakar mountain ranges as our backdrop fer the night. It was as we entered the Vargilwood that things got a bit strange. All by its lonesome in tha' forest was a single great building, made of solid wood darkened by age tha' glass windows an' laughter of those inside drew passers by like moths. I went in ta get us all rooms an' drinks, asked tha' barman an' paid. Good quality an there was a riot of folks inside.

Miners returned from their work drinking the dust from their throats, Men of the guard relaxing for the night and even had a master Minstrel.
Was the sort of happiness and comradery ta' drown most sorrows. An' every while tha Minstrel'd come on and play songs good enough to make those drunken happy folk stop and listen.
A good place overall, though it was a bit odd when I asked tha' barman abou' tha city of Dalakar and was told that lord Blackrose had recently lost his wife. On account of him having been dead fer years I figured he was just odd in tha head. The ruin of a fort we had explored tha' night before was what I asked on next, place was called Fort Lonbrac. There was four guardsmen from that place in tha' tavern."

The Dhouvarr explains with hand gestures to the human, the shorter man having clearly told this story before

"So obviously we'd landed in a spirit tale, tha' resta' meh allies had cottoned onto it as well. Without speakin' we all seemed to settle on the idea that just going with tha' flow of things as they are was better at tha moment. I settled down fer a drink with those men of the fort, Rhialla stunned tha' bar folk with a fantastic song. Then of course things ended, one of our number decided that this place was clearly harmful and took issue with tha' bewitchment.

When push came to shove folks already aware of the unreality of tha' place rested on gossamer when it came to the effort needed to break it, one good push and the bar returned to what it actually was. A crack mawed wreck in the forest, glinting windows broken and laughing patrons long gone. There are some sayings about how one tavern or another was a Ghost of what it was in years past, this one just happened to be that literally."
With that Magnes looks over to the ale he continues to drink.

"I like to think that while many tales tell of hungry spirits, angry spirits that what we encountered was a happy spirit. One of a hearth and home that had long been tha' place of many joyful encounters, and even with that place lost to time it still remembered and rather'n lash out in pain over those lost times it lured travelers to hear songs and tales of many years past. So I did my best to remember those memories and keep the joy that place showed us in mind when I next brewed. From what meh consumers tell I musta' snuck into tha' Ol' Gleemakers tavern itslef to make off with tha recipe as it was near as perfect a brew as I ever did make. The drink bein' an ale to keep you warm and happy, enjoy yer night and then leave you in tha mornin' with little more than a whisper of its passin'."

Meeting the mind's gardener:

Magnes's confusion is quickly banked as he nods to the man in question
"Aye, that sounds grand. might you be willing to share a bit of yer' tobacco there?" the dwarf asks as he grabs what for all the world apears a rod on his belt. pushing a button on the contraption sees it bending into the shape of a generic but ultimately usable smoking pipe.
"I have many questions that I'd love ta' ask ya but I think a stroll and possibly a smoke would be good to start."
Magnes's new favorite magic item, the Traveller's anytool


Meeting the Moon:

"Do not be embarassed, child. Come closer." As you step toward the gleaming goddess she gently caress your cheek and then places a hand on each side of your head. "Look into my eyes."

You look into her shining bright eyes and suddenly the dream changes.

You see an old bald man with a long grey beard in black robes, a black hat and a gnarled wooden staff walk down a cobblestone street in heavy rain. A baby is crying. He is carrying a baby. A baby with ashen skin and small black horns.

"An abandoned tiefling child found by an old mage." you hear Sibilune's voice.

The scene changes.

Armor-clad men bearing the Red Griffon on their uniforms barge into a room where the old man and the now young adult tiefling are sitting. The two are subdued.

The scene changes.

The old mage is hanged from a tree. The young tiefling is put inside a cage on a carriage.

The scene changes.

The tiefling is tortured. He manages to overpower his torturers and escape.

"A heart darkened by vengeance."

The scene changes.

A ruined fortress in the mountains. Dark clouds, thunder and rain. The tiefling stands atop a tower next to a man in black full plate armor with a full helm with large horns. A blue dragon descends from the sky and changes shape as it lands next to them. A beautiful woman in a blue dress with long white hair. She smiles wickedly.

"Powerful allies."

The scene changes again to a large town with a river running through it, with mountains in the distance. The town is in flames and the blue dragon is flying around it.

"A glimpse of what is to come."

The vision dissipates as Sibilune removes her hands from your head.

"You must go back to Bhelskar, child. Gather your companions and warn King Gothrund."

The Silver Lady disappears, and you awaken from the dream.

At the Grand Gallery:

Matron Sereniti places a hand on your shoulder.

"I am glad that you speak your heart. That you are honest with me. And that you are honest with yourself, more importantly. Your self-insight is a sign of the virtue of wisdom, my dear." She pauses and puts both her hands on the railing to gaze on the ocean like you. She is silent for some time. Silent, but present.

"And no. I do not think you deranged, Rhialla. You are special. And you are young. The blood that coarses in you is the blood of someone meant for great things. Not the mundane activities of everyday life at a temple. Even a temple such as ours. It is not enough for you, and I have known this for a long time. The fault is on me. There is no one I'd rather see take my place as Matron of the Grand Gallery when I am gone. And no one with a nature more worthy to serve Larafae in such a position than you. So I have tried to push you in that direction. But your life is yours, Rhialla. The decision is yours."

She removes her hands from the railing and walks into her room behind you. "Come with me. There is something I want you to have."

Meeting the mind's gardener:

He conjures a pouch from a pocket in his robe and stuffs some tobacco into your smoking pipe. "Here you go. It is my own special blend. Has some mageweed in it. If you ain't used to it, it might make you feel a bit drowsy."

The akavali turns around to address his butler.

"I'll be going for my evening stroll, Maurice. Have supper ready for my return and set the table for two."

"Yes Master."

The akavali closes the door, looks at you and smiles.

"Shall we?"

You accompany the akavali across the street and into the park.

He stops by a pond with some ducks in it, empties his pipe of ash and fills it anew.

"So, Magnes. Tell me why you have sought me out."


Male Half-Elf Bladedancer 2

Still looking at the ground, Kai replies to the beautiful women: "Kainanaleninalai i eneth nín, híril nín."

Aratheel:
"I am Ground Bare in Winter as Killing Snow Falls in Wind, my lady."

Continuing in Common Tongue, he adds: "And I am honored to have met you and your companions."

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