Death and Taxes - GM Budd the C.H.U.D.'s Feast of Ravenmoor

Game Master Budd the C.H.U.D.

In life, only two things are inevitable - death and taxes. An investigation into a missing tax collector from Magnimar led our heroes to the isolated village of Ravenmoor, but what they found there was a community dominated by a cult of Ghlaunder, God of Parasites. They also uncovered the identity of the twisted being responsible for the corruption of the town, and learned that this same being has sinister plans for a small, isolated city in the mires of Ustalav. Carrion Hill beckons...

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Human Barb 1/Rgr 2/Rog 2 HP 41 AC 19, touch 12, flat-footed 17 Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +1 Init +4 Perception +9 Sense Motive +7 Evasion

"Okay good, but right now they are sittin over there alone right? How much damage could you do if you slipped in there with intent right now?"


Female Human Investigator (Spiritualist) 3, Medium 2 || HP 33/33 | AC 15 | T 12 | FF 14 | Fort + 2 | Ref + 5 | Wil + 9 | CMD 15 | Init +2 | Per + 10 (+12 vs surprise) | Sense Motive + 10 | IP 3/3 | Influence 0

"Then go, Marsh." I said. Even as I started unbuttoning my shirt. I turned around and lowered it so the wounds on my back were visible. Bacarov had to see them to heal them.

"You yell at us for talking but you run your mouth more than a spinster gossiping in a beauty parlor."


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

"Stop it both of you. Before you start. You're like children at a founder's day dance. We need to be together in this, not snarking at one another. We play to our strengths and make it work." Bacarov snaps. He uses the wand and heals the wounds on Warshawski.

CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Vinnie, Dramin just said the spell won't hold. Should we not be concerned once the warding is gone?" He nods towards the Korzha house. "And they're only a few paces away."

He looks at the trapdoor and shrugs. "I don't want to go down there any more than you do. But it might just be on our to do list."

To the group, "Okay, we've got Doriv the flayleaf and her lot of ne'erdowells. Then we've got the abandoned farm. Next we've got Markham. Any other angles we should count?" He gestures to the trapdoor. "And then we have this bag of cats."


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

She tried to make a calming gesture towards Dramin. Infighting was the last thing she needed.

"Marleyna already mentioned that Armand was at the Chenowiz place before he had to flee as we reported earlier. That is how we learned about it in the first place. I still consider investigating it our best course of action."

She took a deep breath and looked at everyone in their circle: "I for one trust Marleyna and she has been of outstanding help already. I would never disclose any details of your investigation, of course. I would also strongly recommend not to build up inner tension. We need to rely on each other, regardless of what we think of each other's methods or whether or not we like one another. Too much depends on our success and I do not just mean our own lives. I mean the persistence of the entire forest as we know it along with all the creatures that live in it - and there is probably a greater variety of intelligent life in it than you think." That was not easy for her to say. She did not like Bacarov, but she needed him. Human investigators who knew what they were doing had been the best that could have possibly happened to her. If Bacarov would cease to cooperate with her she would of course continue in her own investigation, but the last thing she needed was the greatest asset she found becoming a hindrance.

"Flayleaf trade, as such, does not concern me. As we are in this together I will assist you, of course, should you desire so, but I would like to ask to give this a low priority. It may be connected to other things, but I do not see how at the moment."

"Regarding the two elven souls you have seen, Warshawski. Did they happen to be particularly young? That would match the story the mayor told us earlier in too much detail to be coincidence, except that he tried to blame Markham Dagwood for it. That would be more than just a rumor, if that were the case the mayor must have known about it." She sighed. "It would be helpful if you could tell me their names, it is my burden to inform their relatives of their fate. First I must know in more detail what happened to them and see whether I can recover at least something personal of them to bring back. Regarding the Shoanti woman; well, she must have had relatives, too. She should not be forgotten."

While she was talking she spun a circles through the room and looked out of the windows, checking for eavesdroppers and listened at the doors during pauses.

"Regarding the Lupescos... they strike me as cold hearted, venue oriented business men. Possibly connected into what is going on here, especially if there is money to be made from it, but they don't strike me as the evil cultist types. If you feel they are worth investigating, I shall do my best. I do not think that I have been able to build up any connection to Shel; the way she reacted when I offered her the cloak, polite, yet cold, I was unable to figure out whether she was indifferent, sarcastic, even cynical, or whether she actually appreciated the gift and was afraid to show it. She may be anxious to show any sort of positive feeling towards an elf in front of her father, but the way she retreated inside the shop when we first saw her speaks against it. It surprised me that she did indeed wear my cloak. I am not sure what that means. But maybe that is simply because she does look good in a snow leopard cloak, regardless of who it came from."

"Finally..." she paused a bit for it was getting very speculative now. "I think the festival has some kind of meaning or purpose. It may have something to do with what protects the village. But the way the mayor is holding on to it and does not delay it in the light of the current event. I think attending it may in fact be interesting, though it may take some reading between the lines. What was your impression of the mayor at the meeting anyway, about the painting, about the evidence? Besides: I would have preferred if you would not have addressed the topic of Markham Dagwood's inquiry about me and I found it highly inappropriate being cut off after you addressed a topic that you should not in the first place."

She phrases her next words carefully and looks straight at Bacarov. She avoids being too defiant but she has to put some things clear in order to avoid further infighting.
"I did want to address this topic in private, Sebastian, but it seems things develop fast and there is little opportunity for it: I am a knight of the White Rose, and that is not just a title. It means I am experienced in small group tactics, operations behind enemy lines. My training began when you were barely a small child and I held a longsword long before your parents were born. I adhere to a code of honour, a concept of honesty and belong to a culture that is beyond your grasp. It eludes me how you can even think that your opinion on when I should draw and use my sword has any relevance to me at all. This is not just about pride, you are simply not qualified to do so in any way. I respect you as an investigator and I am glad you cooperate with me, because an investigation in a town like this is beyond my skill, but I expect you to realize that I am an experienced warrior, specialized in partisan warfare and small group tactics and would consider it wise if you would at least try to respect that as well."

Well, that took a while longer to write and turned out to be a greater wall of text than anticipated. Sorry. Calwen does of course help with blocking the trap door if that is what you desire. There were simply a lot topics which needed to be addressed. :/


Human Barb 1/Rgr 2/Rog 2 HP 41 AC 19, touch 12, flat-footed 17 Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +1 Init +4 Perception +9 Sense Motive +7 Evasion

"I should thank you Warshawshi. Been wearin my cestus since you scarfed my flail. They work great and can't be disarmed. Came in handy, plus you got some fetish time in down there along with some answers."

"I think he gets you're a warrior Clawen, that's why you were protectin the Korzas and Marleyna."

"I guess we're gonna have to fight the cult sooner than later, might as well be tonight."


Female Human Investigator (Spiritualist) 3, Medium 2 || HP 33/33 | AC 15 | T 12 | FF 14 | Fort + 2 | Ref + 5 | Wil + 9 | CMD 15 | Init +2 | Per + 10 (+12 vs surprise) | Sense Motive + 10 | IP 3/3 | Influence 0

What did I tell the mayor? I'm confused.


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Elves... Bacarov moves one of the rickety chairs over and plants atop the trapdoor as he listens. Then he takes a seat. Guess if the bugs come, they can get get a snifter of my arse. Smell might send back down.

As far as Calwen's words are concerned, its what he'd expected. When it came to elves, there was little that surprised Bacarov anymore. Some were good, some were bad. Their long years just meant they got better at one or the other. They can be high and mighty all they wanted, but they bled and killed just like the rest of the name-givers.

There's a touch of anger to it knowing that as little he knew of elven culture, she knew less of human. But it's Marsh's backhanded comment that turns a subtle rolling heat to a boil.

"'Handy?' 'Fetish time?' Brilliant comment, Marsh. I ask you both to please stop the snarking but you always have to have the last word, don't you mate?" Bacarov grits thru his teeth. "It's because of your pea-brained decision to wear those things and your inability to control yourself that we're not in possession of a live suspect to question. Dalton had him grabbed, all you had to do was knock him out. But you had to have the last word then too, didn't you?" He looks down at the cestus on his hands, their barbed and erratic forging. A handshake done wrong could bleed a man. Bacarov looks up at Marsh, doing his best not to yell at the stubborn mule of a man. "I don't want you trying to keep me safe if it means I have to keep you from killing someone if they take a swing at me. I don't have the time or inclination to divide my attentions in such a way."

Unfortunately, the kettle of anger threatened to color his response to Calwen. His eyes are blazing and he starts by saying, "You elves think..." But he stops himself, forcibly putting his eyes to the ground and calming himself. After a beat he takes a deep breath and looks back to Calwen. "Elves have a tendency to look down on other cultures, Calwen. Your comment that I can't grasp your culture only exemplifies that pattern. Now, I've a healthy respect for your capabilities. But bear in mind that because you have so many years on me, don't think yourself superior." He cocks his head to the side as he asks. "You say it eludes you how my opinion on your use of deadly force applies at all? You're in a human town, Calwen. And as much as you think I don't, or as you say can't understand elven culture, I can say the same of you for human's. This is a human town, under Magnimaran law. I am an instrument of that justice given authority by city and Abadar to prosecute this investigation. I've got a little experience at it."

He works his neck, a sudden tightness causing him to grind his teeth with the pain. "If I were in Greengold, I'd look to my liason on etiquette and rules of engagement in the prosecution of an investigation. So is it unfair to expect you to do the same when you're in my home soil? If you're part of this group, then I just ask that you consider my opinion relevant. You give me that respect, I'll ensure its returned in kind."

His hands absently brushes his notebook and he keys in on something else. "Calwen, regarding our progress, I've certain methods that have served me well over the years. I've an idea on the big picture here, a sliver. A cult has sprung up here, whether in reaction to an awakened evil or the cause of that awakened evil, I don't know. In my mind, I think of this unknown evil like a tall, dark tree with roots digging deep into the land."

He opens his notebook and reads thru some of the names, "The Lupescus, Loomises, Talbots and Whatleys, this Doriv... they're like weeds around the tree, feeding into their own evils. Then there's the mayor, Markham and his father, the abandoned Chenowitz place...are they part of the tree? Maybe so, maybe not. Lastly, and worst in my book, there's this evil in the Churlwood. We got a taste of it with the gnome and his ilk. Are they a part of the tree? Or poisoned because they're near the roots?"

He looks up from the book. "Bartley, Doriv...these flayheads...I'm simply clearing the underbrush, the weeds. We got a big lead with Bartley. While his worship of Zon-kuthon is troubling, it was what he threatened to reveal that was telling. Maybe now, we should focus on the abandoned farm. Maybe the time for clearing the weeds is over. But we have a fistful of weeds now, angry that Bartley's dead...threatened because their means of livelihood is at stake. They might prove to be dangerous even if they're not at the root of the tree."

He thumps his notebook closed. "So what shall it be? We continue weeding out the flayheads to clear out enemies. Or we pay a visit to Markham and see if he's actually an ally in all of this? Or we head for what might be the root of the tree, the abandoned farm?"

He shifts in his seat above the trapdoor and pulls out the locked journal. From within his hip pouch he pulls his lock picking tools. He works the lock as he continues. "I like the idea of visiting Markham. With everyone at the festival it might be the right time. But we may have to consider protection for the Korzha's."

Disable Device: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Budd: If that pops the lock, Bacarov doesn't open the book yet. He just puts his lock picks away.

Wow, large post. Good back and forth guys!


Male Human Monk 3
Stats:
HP: 30 || AC: 16 ||Initiative: +6||Perception +7||Fort: 5||Ref: 5||Will: 4

Dalton nods at Bacarov's words, even as he winces inwardly at their severity. Measure your words as if you were Tanien the Architect, measuring the Bridge of Caneen, his teacher's voice reminds him, once again. He spent his life creating one of the lasting wonders of the world. Your words are the harbingers of consequences beyond your finite knowledge. Silence is your ally.

And yet, Master, I must speak, the monk shakes his head. "Differences in cultural backgrounds aside," he says in a calm, cool voice, "We must focus on the safety of the townspeople. The festival will be starting soon. Nobody will be in their homes. I think that we should mark well those townspeople who will be absent tonight. I presume two things about them:" he holds up one pointer finger, "One, that they consume the flayleaf, and two" the thumb goes up, "that they know information. I know not whether they would know about Zon-Kuthon's worship or the mysterious other deity that Bartley was silenced for, but it would be an important clue either way, should we find them..."

He trails off and watches with interest as Bacarov pops the lock, or not.

Afterwards, he adds... "That being said, you all are far more experienced at investigative work than I. I will follow whatever plan we all decide on. Should the Korzhas require specific protection beyond what we extend to everyone at the Festival, I will volunteer."


Female Human Investigator (Spiritualist) 3, Medium 2 || HP 33/33 | AC 15 | T 12 | FF 14 | Fort + 2 | Ref + 5 | Wil + 9 | CMD 15 | Init +2 | Per + 10 (+12 vs surprise) | Sense Motive + 10 | IP 3/3 | Influence 0

"I am tired." I said, struggling to my feet. I pulled up the shirt and buttoned it.

"I'm too tired to deal with superiority complexes from anyone. Human or elven."

My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up. The wand had healed my body but my soul was what was truly bleeding today.

"I'm going to go and lay down at the barn before I make a mess all over someone's shoes."

I'd like to say I walked out of that building with my head held high but the truth is, it was a victory just to walk out at all.


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Bacarov:
The diary's lock is no match for even rudimentary lockpicking skills. You pop the lock on the small book with no difficulty.


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Bacarov nods with a smile of respect Dalton's way. "Well done, mate. A good observation of the festivities is an option worth considering." He responds as the lock to the book springs open. He slips his lock picks away and then puts the journal into his satchel along with his own notebook.

When Warshawski rises to leave he mentions, "Be on your guard as best you can. Perhaps have Dionysus close to hand in case of trouble."

He doesn't show it, but her departure worries him. Bacarov wonders at how she's been effected by her brush with evil.

[ooc]What time of day is it? [/dice]


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Calwen cast a sly smile at Bacarov's answer. She had expected the argument that they were in human village, though it surprised her a little that he was lashing out elves in general. It was true that she phrased her arguments a bit defiantly; it had to look like she looked down on humans.

It's not like I have forgotten the situation at the trap door, but I am not sure of the state of the art right now.

"Then, may I remind you that we were not in a human village during the incident I was referring to? This is a human village true, but one seperated from the authorities for a long time. In the end, the only law that exists here is that which you personally represent and apart from that, people have their own customs. And you can only represent it because you can enforce it - the law extends no further than the sword that wields it out here. A human society in a city such as Magnimar is unthinkable without law, rules and regulations are inevitable and necessary, but out here? That's a different story. What happens here affects the forest in very real and tangible way, yet its people are not protected by encompassed by your rules. Remember the dead tree I told you about. The tree of a forest spirit, a dryad. In a very real way a dryad is the part of the forest it belongs to. Spirit means that she is in a way the goddess of a tiny fraction of the forest; and that is gone now. I need to be able to represent them."

"Which is not to say you rules and regulations would not apply at all; it is a good thing that you bring them and they may bring harmony to the life of people out here. But we are still not in Magnimar and you still cannot command a knight of the White Rose around, just because you think it's a good idea. Finally: Do your laws honestly forbid to you use deadly force when defending your own against an attack of an uncontrolled pet animal? Because I do not think so; correct me if I am wrong, but when it comes to you it seems you were more concerned with your authority than your own law. It was not necessary, so yes, I did make an error in judgement, but it was warranted."

She added an excusing nodd. "I understand how it must appear to you that we look down on humans. That is true for many of my kind, while I myself cannot be the judge of that, but I like to think that I am a bit more open minded than that. I say that you cannot possibly know what it means to be elven, true. But I do not claim to understand what it means to be human either. I am not saying these things to make it impossible to work with each other. I am saying this in order to reach a compromise. And just because I am older than you does not mean that I believe I was above learning. I am very sorry should I have raised this impression."

"And I would appreciate if you let me speak to Markham first. I do not really think he is the enemy here and he is looking for me after all. He may even be inclined to help."


Human Barb 1/Rgr 2/Rog 2 HP 41 AC 19, touch 12, flat-footed 17 Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +1 Init +4 Perception +9 Sense Motive +7 Evasion

"This is about to become less a investigation than an inquisition. You just watch."

"She's right Sebastian, this ain't some multilevel pyramid schemed utopia out here. All There is, is right and wrong, natures law and whomever is powerful enough to impose their will. Magnimar has cut this place loose in all, but tittle."

"Let's go find Marcum."


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Bacarov, it's shortly after 3:00 p.m. You've likely got another four and a half hours of daylight left. So what's the gameplan, folks? Heading out to the Dagwood house to meet Markham or his pappy, Abner? Also, Warshawski, how long do you intend to rest for? If you only need a few minutes, then I'm sure the rest of the party can wait and you can all go together.

To summarize, here are the bullet points of what you guys are looking to do as I understand it:

-Investigate Markham Dagwood
-Check out the Chenowitz Place on the south side of Ravenmoor, where Armand was last seen before fleeing the town
-Look into Doriv Carmiscu's flayleaf fields north of town, or perhaps pay a visit to the Ravenmoor Mill (which Doriv owns)
-Check out the Founder's Festival to see if it provides any clues to what's going on in Ravenmoor... also might be a good place to scope out any of the buyers Bartley mentioned.

Have I missed anything? If indeed heading toward the Dagwood residence is your chosen course of action, let me know and we'll move in that direction.


Female Human Investigator (Spiritualist) 3, Medium 2 || HP 33/33 | AC 15 | T 12 | FF 14 | Fort + 2 | Ref + 5 | Wil + 9 | CMD 15 | Init +2 | Per + 10 (+12 vs surprise) | Sense Motive + 10 | IP 3/3 | Influence 0

Warshawski mostly just needs a few minutes by herself without anyone talking to her. She'll be ready to go after that.


Male Human Fighter 2 / Wizard 3 - AC 17 (Mage Armor) | Flat 14 (Mage Armor) | Touch 13 | Fort +6 | Ref +4 | Will +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0 | Prescience 6/6

"You have my opinion on the matter. I will go wherever you all head, I don't think its safe to travel alone here." He speaks, avoiding Bacarov's eyes, or more accurately the trapdoor. "As much as I would like to hear you two arguing, we need to hold fast because if they see we are not a well-oiled machine they will find clinks in our group armor." He read that in a book somewhere once, and took it to heart; though he never had much reason to use it until now.

"So if you would like to make a decision before I go mad here with all this damn noise, that would be appreciated."


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Regarding the whole sick forest thing, Bacarov already addressed his awareness and concern in my last post, I won’t rehash it. I think it was just missed in the bigger writing. Bacarov is concerned with the larger picture. I’ll quote it here...

Bacarov wrote:


"Calwen, regarding our progress, I've certain methods that have served me well over
the years. I've an idea on the big picture here, a sliver. A cult has sprung up here, whether
in reaction to an awakened evil or the cause of that awakened evil, I don't know. In my mind,
I think of this unknown evil like a tall, dark tree with roots digging deep into the land…."
“...The Lupescus, Loomises, Talbots and Whatleys, this Doriv... they're like weeds around the
tree, feeding into their own evils. Then there's the mayor, Markham and his father, the
abandoned Chenowitz place...are they part of the tree? Maybe so, maybe not.
Lastly, and worst in my book, there's this evil in the Churlwood. We got a taste of it
with the gnome and his ilk. Are they a part of the tree? Or poisoned because they're near the roots?
"

Bacarov glares towards Vinnie, his off-handed comment like a dagger in the back. ”So, because Magnimar law is not perceived in this place, I’m supposed to toss aside everything around which I’ve built my life? Are we to descend to their level and address this evil like the animals that propagate it?” He taps his fingers along the arm of the chair, a steady beat to match the pulse at his temple.

”As for your analysis, Calwen, If you want to use the child’s stirge as an example, so be it. That was not an enforcement of law, it was forward thinking. It was taking in the context of the situation and deducing a better outcome. Something you weren’t doing with a drawn sword in my eyes. I knew the town held stirge in high regard, I heard a child calling for his pet, I saw the stirge leap forward and I made a judgement call based on evidence.” He presses a hand against his chest and leans forward in his chair. ”That’s how I work. I gather the evidence before me, I adapt to the situation, and I try to make an informed decision. Am I right all the time, no. As for me wanting to lead, yes. After twenty years in the field, commanding men and women, investigating murders and cults and worse, I think I’ve got a knack for it. My natural inclination is to organize those around me, assess their weaknesses and strengths, and press them into service.” He holds his left hand up to one side, ”From stopping an elf chopping a child’s pet, in order that we preserve an innroad to the town…” He holds up his right hand to measure off a distance. ”...to not defaulting to deadly force because I’m out of sight of the City.”

He lowers his hands to the chair and leans back again, eyes darker than before as he realizes his audience. Of any still around, Dalton might have a shred of empathy. Dramin could care less. Marsh thought his words no more than a scrap of paper to toss in the rubbish. Calwen would never see beyond herself, whatever she may say. ”None of you have sworn an oath to the City,” he glances Marsh’s way. ”...or you’ve just tossed it aside. But I have, one that mandates I protect the 30,000 souls in Magnimar and those who are under her control. And if following the law and Abadar means that I die in pursuit of that goal, so be it.”

Bacarov closes his eyes, willing himself to hold to a shred of calm. His mind turns over, trying to reconstitute the situation. He’d never wished to be in the company of law-abiding Watchmen more than right now. But we don’t have that now do we, old man? Time to tip the toppins and make due...

”Calwen, you will never take orders from me, and I understand that now. My only hope is that we can at least work together as contemporaries. I acknowledge that you are not bound by Magnimar law. But I ask that you and the group here understand that this town is under it. Otherwise, we have no real authority here. The mayor is extending courtesies to us- false or real - under those auspices. It is due to the threat of what my office represents, a garrison or worse being installed here, that gives us any credence in his eyes. Otherwise, we’d have been handed over to the mob by the mayor for proper hanging in retaliation for Bartley’s death.” He nods to Dramin. ”As he said, we need to show unit cohesion, or the underlying evil in this place will pick us apart. We need to maintain what level of authority we have in this town for the time being. At least it might buy us some allies here.”

He stands slowly from the chair. ”I’m going to seek a bit of refreshment, review my notes, then I think Markham Dagwood’s house is up next. I would prefer we do it together, but as you’ve mentioned, Calwen, you want some time alone with the man. As I mentioned before, he might be an ally, so let’s hope that’s the case, shall we?”

He turns and moves the chair back to where it had been and heads for the door out. ”The rest of you, if you’ll be patient enough to allow me a moment to collect my thoughts and prepare, we can leave in a few minutes. That should provide Calwen with the lead time to converse with Markham before we arrive.”

At the doorway he pauses before leaving to return his gaze to the group. ”This guy Markham is a hunter and trapper, right? So if we attempt to make a quiet approach, we run the risk of setting off whatever perimeter he has established. But we can’t just leave Calwen all on her onesies to face this guy if things go south.” He inclines his head once to the elf. ”No offense, but if he’s out there taking out bandits all by himself, he might be more than a match for you by yourself.” He shrugs. ”I’d like to be sure…”

He makes the suggestion, ”How about this, Calwen goes in first, maybe gets him talking and he’s friendly, great. We make our way in a few minutes later. Dalton, Vinnie, you head in under cover as best you can to at least give us an advantage. Dramin, Warshawski and I head for the front door. If there’s trouble, we go in. If not, then we look less threatening to him if he’s the skittish type. Does that work? Any suggestions?”

If it's good, Bacarov heads for the barn and proceeds to wash his face and sit down on a bail of hay to review his notebook. He won't disturb Warshawski unless she speaks up.

Sorry guys. I’m trying to play this as well as possible. I’ve got myself in a corner regarding Bacarov and his faith in the law and what it stands for in his life.

Budd, how far off is the Dagwood place? It looks like it’s off the map to the east. Or is it within eye/ear shot of the Korzha place?


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Not immediately in view of the Korzha house, no. It's a little ways off past the pond, just beyond the treeline. About a half-mile out.


Human Barb 1/Rgr 2/Rog 2 HP 41 AC 19, touch 12, flat-footed 17 Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +1 Init +4 Perception +9 Sense Motive +7 Evasion

"Sounds like a plan."

" . . . Just remember Sebastian, you may be the only follower of Abadar out here. I'm not pissin on yer God, just remember his portfolio is cities, organizations, beurocratic symbiotics that just don't exist out here. You gotta be ready to shift gears if need be to get back into your domain. "

"That might be the reason Ravenmoor was cut loose and left unassisted like Wolfsear. It exists outside what most followers of Abadar cherish."

"Anyway it's only 3 pm don't be gettin all dark an spooky already. We gotta a lot of shit to do before it gets dark for reals."


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Well, I will just address Bacarov's response for now and deal with the rest some time later. I need to get this off my chest.

"The compromise you offer works for me, for now. I hope you will learn that the picture of a mindless killer you have painted of me, does not apply. That woman you describe is not who I am. I look at what you call tactical situation and you call evidence and come to a different conclusion. Probably because I assess the threat a stirge poses, as disease carrier, differently and I weigh tactical prevalence heavier than strategic interests; which does not mean I was oblivious to them. And I am even more aware of Ornigaard"

She bites her lower lip and is wondering whether to add something; Bacarov did compromise, there is little need to push it further and yet, the status quo right now is not ideal and might get them all killed if there was a disagreement in combat. "I would like to carefully ask, whether it has ever occurred to you that you may be so obsessed with control, that you redefine reality in a way to suit your needs? I do not find myself at all in the image that you have of me, but when you say I was not in control, does it ever occur to you that I am simply not in your control? That when you claim that I was not thinking, that does not make it so? If you take a moment to actually look at me, not at the image you have of me, you might find I am a mindful, compassionate woman. And I do care about Ornigaard's feelings a lot more than strategic interests."


Female Human Investigator (Spiritualist) 3, Medium 2 || HP 33/33 | AC 15 | T 12 | FF 14 | Fort + 2 | Ref + 5 | Wil + 9 | CMD 15 | Init +2 | Per + 10 (+12 vs surprise) | Sense Motive + 10 | IP 3/3 | Influence 0

I didn't make it far. Once I had walked outside I just lost my strength. I'm proud to say I didn't collapse onto the ground as a sobbing mess. Instead, I turned and pressed my face against the wood of the cabin.

So, I heard it all.

I heard Marsh caring more about being right than about his supposed best friend's devotion to the law.

And I heard Calwen just not getting it. Hell, none of them getting it.

I walked back inside. I wanted a bath but this had to be resolved.

"Calwen, you're looking at this the wrong way." I told the elf. "Bacarov is a knight. The law is his code. It means as much to him as your rose code does to you. When you insult it, you insult him. And you may not have meant to, but you've insulted it."

"Bacarov, this whole situation stinks but you need to take it one step at a time. Focus on the job. What's the next step? What do we need to know next? You've got more pieces than everyone else. That makes it your job to put it together and guide us."

"We all need to stop being right and start being a team or we're all dead. And that means acknowledging that someone's in charge. As far as I'm concerned, that's Bacarov. Anyone not willing to follow his lead should walk now because you're going to get us killed, otherwise."


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Calwen looked at Warshawski in a bit of amazement. The human woman had been pretty shaken earlier; Calwen did not know exactly why, but given the information she provided she had spent a lot time talking to ghosts. And Robb Bartley was probably no less unpleasant after his death. And yet she found the strength to put things right. She ignored her statement to focus on the next step. If there would be no agreement on their cooperation there would not be a next step, this is had to be settled first.

"You mean I insulted him when I doubted the applicability of the law? There is no arguing that a bit more law would do those villagers good - this indifference towards child abuse and many other things bother me as much as anyone else - and no one is more suited for leading the investigation than Bacarov. I realize that he lives by a very strict code of honour with no less dedication than a knight and that makes him in a way no less honourable than a knight. If there were more like him in the city guards, the cities were a better and safer place."

She was in fact pretty sure that the Hell Knights would take him if he wanted to. His conviction to uphold the law was exactly what they are made of. Unfortunately they did so with a recklessness that far surpassed Calwen's own, so it would probably never work for him.

"Yet he does not recognize me as the same. He spreads a fiction of my motivation and drives to justify discrediting me. And I can't help but feel I am deliberately left on the outside and cut off. My suggestion are categorically neglected - before this discussion, anyway - and I can't help but that is because they come from me. I will not be tied to his permission as to when I draw my sword and when not. I will not have him second guess each and every choice I make in the heat of battle. Especially not while fighting! You never second guess the choice of a comrade during a fight, you focus and fight. If I have to fight under such circumstances that will get us all killed as well. I am not a puppet to be used only when in perfect control by another. Yes, this is a matter of pride, but not just pride. Just as any being, human or elf alike, I have limits I can't be pushed beyond."

She sighs. "I thought the matter was settled for now. The compromise I had in mind earlier was the following: Mister Bacarov leads the investigation and I shall do as he asks. If we make an arrest, such as in the case of Mister Bartley, when it's a relatively sure thing from a tactical point of view, he conducts it, but without my immediate assistance. But in battle or in a fight apart from that, I take the lead, because I am the most experienced warrior in this round. That is my offer."


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Bacarov is standing near the threshold when Warshawski enters. While he strategy for the support he truly just wants the conversation to end. To be honest, he'd thought they were ready to proceed. Wishing certainly doesn't make it so.

Then Calwen presses onward. Bacarov resists the urge to plug up his ears for the only reason it would make him appear more the child than Calwen. Instead he sighs again, thumbs hooked at his belt. "I don't know how you drew that much from what I said, but I'll stop you right there. How you think I'm obsessed with power when I seek everyone's counsel at every decision point...." He stops himself and shakes his head and holds up a hand as if pausing himself with the gesture. No way, elfie...not playing this game anymore. "Look, I'm fine with the arrangement. I lead the investigation, you draw and use your sword as you see fit in battle."

Good and tired now. Abadar's keys! I thought the Rook had been making light when he said elves were exhausting. Wait till I tell him what happens when you give one knighthood. He's going to say more but he doesn't want the elf pulling more from his words. Like a drunk seeking alcohol, best to leave her dry.

In am effort to get back on track, he says, "One degree on the sundial, folks 30 minutes). Then we move on Markham. Are we good with the plan? Calwen goes in to speak with him, we come in a few minutes later. Marsh and Dalton hit the weeds to hide their approach and sniff out the land, myself and Warshawski and Dramin knock on the door." Back to the elf he adds, "How much lead time do you want? Markham's place is a half league east."

You're not going to get much more from Bacarov. The conclusions you drew from what he said were not his intentions. He'd honed in on the stirge thing as an example of why he's not obsessed with power but more about how he thinks. It had nothing to do with his assessment of the elf. He's honestly flabbergasted at how much was extrapolated from his words rather than just heard. He's really ready to move on.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Hm. You don't have to agree to her. I've already contacted Budd at the height of the argument that I was planning my exit, because I did not really think you would agree. With that kind of agreement, I am not so sure. What you say is fine and in-character that is as much as Calwen can hope for, but with what Bacarov is thinking I am not so sure it will work. I mean, do you really want me around anymore?


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

I do. :<


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Ditto, of course she should be around. Bacarov's trying to end the impasse and move on. Just because he doesnn't like your character doesn't mean he can't work with bet and the parameters given. It's not like he's gotten along with every officer he's worked with on the beat.

I think the understanding should be based on mutual appreciation. He knows you're capable. She knows he's capable. We meet in the middle.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Calwen almost stumbles a little back and for a moment she is on the verge of fading. "Thank you... I..." She had already been planning on how she could call upon the aid of knights of her order and whether she could appeal to aid from a handful of pixie scouts. That would have delayed things and the humans were her best bet by far. Pull it together, damn it!

"I intended to ride there and try to call him out; unless the area around his house is in fact trapped that should give me an advantage. Should he engage me in close quarter I would indeed be in disadvantage. Give me three finger wide of the sun across the sky, that should do it. I think he might be helpful, but he might be not, after all. I don't intend to question him, just make contact and see what he wants from me or elves in general."

"I will have to talk to you later to be able to better asses everyone's tactical abilities. No worries, no more scene."
The fact of the matter was that she did not have that much command experience. The knights of her order knew each other so well that that was not usually necessary. They knew what each of them did best and they switched roles with mere looks and hand signs. Not that she never commanded a unit, but she certainly did want to make this right. Of course Bacarov had not strictly said he would follow her lead, but that did not mean she would not try her best.

That she is a bit shaken can be easily seen in that she actually indicates a curtsey as she leaves to get Windmane ready. She just halt at the door to check whether there was anything else.


Male Human Monk 3
Stats:
HP: 30 || AC: 16 ||Initiative: +6||Perception +7||Fort: 5||Ref: 5||Will: 4

Dalton notices how shaken Calwen is and turns to her. "Wait," he says, as she makes to leave. "I'm just a scout in Bacarov's plan - helpful, yes, but not essential. Besides, Marsh has far keener eyes than I. Further, I believe that none of us should travel alone until this job is done - there is danger here that has not yet revealed itself, and each of us should have someone watching their back. Let me come with you, and we will rejoin the others later. Formidable as you are in combat, even the most seasoned of warriors can be surrounded if caught unawares."

He smiles, hoping the expression is encouraging, as she considers his request. "When I attempted to have peaceful words with Robb Bartley, it ended with his death, so I don't intend to do any talking. I'll leave that to you. Just, please..." he puts a hand on her shoulder. "Let's back each other up on this."

He immediately becomes uncomfortable with the implied intimacy of his gesture and removes his hand, but he stays steadfast in posture; he's being serious.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Given the recent argument the last thing Calwen wanted to say anything at all that might provoke anyone. "Well, when I asked to be allowed to speak with him first, I did not necessarily mean alone."

In fact she had not meant that at all, she just wanted to avoid appearing cowardly and certainly not disagree with Bacarov right after he had compromised with her. Even though she had changed her opinion only moments later.

She had gathered herself, but her posture was rather feminine than knightly - if it wasn't for the armour she'd be the living embodiment of a typical stereotype that humans had of an elf maiden. The last thing she wanted now is to appear defiant. She waited for what Bacarov would say.


Male Human Monk 3
Stats:
HP: 30 || AC: 16 ||Initiative: +6||Perception +7||Fort: 5||Ref: 5||Will: 4

"Oh, good." the monk looks relieved. "Tension seemed to be running a little high for a moment there - and understandably so, given the circumstances - I just wanted to make sure you didn't want to run off to be by yourself. I'm ready to get going."

He follows Calwen's gaze to Bacarov, not expecting an objection. He raises the hood of his traveling cloak to cover his buzzed scalp, his eyes peering out from within the facial tattoo.


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Hmmm, good decision, Dalton. A good inn road for be sure. But you're not just a scout in my book...my inexpressible goal with your pairing was the hopeful effect of keeping Marsh calm. He glance briefly Marsh's. Can't say that out loud, though, can I mate?

"It's a dilemma. I too would prefer you not go alone. Even with just a smidge of lead time. A fight can commence and go badly in the space of two breathes." He scratches at his face, eyes distant as he contemplates. "But the appearance of six individuals...armed and capable...that could pose an obstacle to decent conversation."

Each time I hear Markham's name I think of wolves. Why is that? Maybe the Rook's tales are rubbing off on me.

After a moment he nods to himself. "Wolves. Interesting thing I've heard about their territory, how they defend it and what happens when other wolves encroach upon it. Perhaps it's a good idea to have the single scout in the weeds, as it were." He looks to Marsh. "The concern being if you're discovered, Markham will view it as a threat."

He looks to the rest. "Calwen, you and Dalton approach as you described. The rest of us stand off at say 50 or more feet where we can be seen. This will not show us as intent on taking his territory but instead as guests, hopefully."

"Vinnie, you make the call if you want to stand alongside or hit the weeds or cover, our hidden Stones piece as it were."

"Calwen, I've met a few hunters in my time. On the few forays out of town I've enlisted trappers as well." He pulls out his pipe and begins filling it with halfling tobacco. Then he hands the pouch to Calwen. "If he's anything like the ones I've met before, he'll know that's the finest pipe tobacco in the land. Trappers and hunters are big on what they call palaver. A way to ease each party into a conversation. Out slide these backwoods, it'd be considered as aimless talk. But out here, to call for a 'palaver' is to request a peaceful discourse. That tobacco is an engagement tool." He shrugs. "It's up to you if you use it. I just want you to have the intel and the option."

He lights his pipe and puffs away contentedly, curious as to Marsh's decision and ready to go after a short rest.


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

It seems unlikely that the bugs will be escaping the basement any time soon, if they're still around. Aside from waiting on Marsh's okay to proceed with the approach on the Dagwood house, I'm assuming you guys are all right with leaving the Bartley house as-is?

Also, just so we know where all the NPCs and companions are currently, Marleyna is going to accompany the Korzhas to the Festival Grounds, Windmane is still in the Korzha stable, and Dio is presumably waiting there with him.

But now, moving right along... (as usual, any pre-departure preparations can be retconned in later)

- - Approaching the Dagwood residence... - -

After preparing for their departure, the investigators finish their short rest and begin making their way eastward, across the creek and toward the pond where Marleyna, Warshawski, and Calwen bathed earlier. A little ways out past the pond, one can see that the treeline grows far more dense, and the shape of a distant cabin can be seen just beyond.

Drawing closer, it becomes obvious that there will be many suitable hiding places amongst the brush and twisted, black-barked trees. The earth here is little better than mush. The Dagwood cabin is small, but more well-maintained than many of the homes in Ravenmoor, as it appears to have been built in more recent times. Smoke drifts lazily up from a stone chimney.

The large cart that Calwen glimpsed in Markham's care outside the Lupescu shop earlier is parked just outside, but seems unattended. A few yards behind the cabin is a large shed that might be a stable; perhaps for some mule or small horse. Windmane, for instance, would be terribly cramped inside.

I'll allow the exact angle of approach and distribution of manpower up to you lot. I assume you're mounted on Windmane, Calwen?


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

I am indeed mounted. I would not want to leave Dio all alone, so... he might be on watch high up in a tree.

On the way to the cabin Calwen seems to be in a surprisingly good mood. She is curious for the story behind this 'Bel' and the presence of Windmane gives her a lot comfort. Her eyes however, scan the environment constantly while she trusts Windmane to make respective next few steps safely. She does not say much but at some point she mentions: "Should you hear me say 'stay out of this', then please do not." to Dalton.

As they arrive Calwen lets Windmane step slowly forward and checks the ground and the environment. This was not ideal to for a war horse, but she probably could make it work. She watches Windmane's reaction to see whether he smells anything out of the ordinary and casts a look to Dalton.

She looks out for traps, anything hidden in the bushes, signs of presence in the house, smoke over the chimney and space which she may use to manoeuvre with Windmane.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Perception (Windmane): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

As she lets Windmane step closer she casts a look into the cart. She does not want to be caught searching it, that would certainly raise distrust. But she is curious for the scythe, if it is still inside. A war scythe? Is there blood on it?

Before she calls out she casts a final look to Dalton.
And if she noticed anything she points Dalton to it, of course.

EDIT:
Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
She is looking for tracks


Male Human Monk 3
Stats:
HP: 30 || AC: 16 ||Initiative: +6||Perception +7||Fort: 5||Ref: 5||Will: 4

Did you mean to say "please do not" or was that a typo? If it wasn't a typo then Dalton is going to assume that you're going to want help.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Dalton's eyes are similarly watchful, but he has his attention focused on the house itself. His scabbard rests at a comfortable angle with one hand on the hilt, at the ready. At Calwen's glance, he will nod at her.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

She means it as she said it. Should it come to a fight she wants to tie his intention so you may more easily overcome him. (She grants a +3 bonus on aid another instead of +2 and she may grant you precise strike.) I rather wait for Budd's answer before continuing. And make sure that everyone else is in position, of course.


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Quick addendum for all, as we first embark, Bacarov will hum a tune with a few words added in for good measure. The effect is adding the Careful Teamwork buff for all.

Careful Teamwork
The detective uses performance to keep allies coordinated, alert, and ready for action. All allies within 30 feet gain a +1 bonus on Initiative checks, Perception, and Disable Device checks for 1 hour. They also gain a +1 insight bonus on Reflex saves and to AC against traps and when they are flat-footed. These bonuses increase by +1 at 5th level and every six levels thereafter. Using this ability requires 3 rounds of continuous performance, and the targets must be able to see and hear the bard throughout the performance.

I'll get a regular post up hopefully soon. I just wanted the bonuses out there.

Marsh: If you're going to do the scouting thing, Bacarov will cast Deadeye's Lore on you for additional buffing.


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Then up in a tree is where Dio will be. :)

Windmane snorts in agitation as the mud sucks at his hooves. The war horse does not seem to particularly enjoy traversing these environs. Above, you hear a distant flapping of leathery wings as Dio flaps its way up into the high branches and finds a spot to roost.

Calwen is unable to spot any identifiable tracks in the muck, aside from the lines carved by the cartwheels leading to where the vehicle is now parked. The scythe she saw earlier is nowhere to be found.

Calwen and Dalton:
There is indeed smoke wafting from the chimney, and as the cabin draws nearer, a curious medicinal smell fills the air. Even curiouser is the sound of some man singing, off-key, from inside.


Male Human Monk 3
Stats:
HP: 30 || AC: 16 ||Initiative: +6||Perception +7||Fort: 5||Ref: 5||Will: 4

Medicinal...is there a flayleaf flavor to the smell at all?


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Maybe a bit. It smells like a combination of several different herbs; flayleaf could certainly be among them.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

He was probably brewing the medicine for his father... she was still curious what was behind this disease, in this village nothing would surprise her. However, singing (even though a bit queer) and taking care of somebody else certainly made a good impression on Calwen. If everything worked out, maybe she could find a way to help his father? (whose name I just forgot)

All right, time to talk like a poetry book.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure everyone else was in place - secrecy was not the intention after all.

The she raised her voice and tried pick up the rhythm and let the melody flow into her voice. "The light shine on your path. The wind whispered of a man whose wish is to meet me and I followed it before this hut. I am Calwen Snowpaw of the White Rose and with me Dalton of the Way of Mankind." Next time she would ask Dalton first what the formal description for a monk of his order was. "Would you like to share the light of this day with me?"

She spread her open hands out to the side and looked at the hut.


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Abner's the name you're looking for, Calwen.

The singing stops suddenly as Calwen addresses whoever might be inside the Dagwood cabin.

After a moment, a voice calls out from beyond the door, which hangs just slightly ajar: "Who'zat? Markham? It's rude t'shout, boy! You come in here if y'got some'n t'say!" The voice seems to belong to an older man, strained by years and poor health, but there remains a sort of jolly comeradery in its tone.

After a moment's pause, the voice speaks again. This time, there is a bit more clarity, as if the speaker has only just shaken off some sort of trance. "Now, wait a minute... you don' sound like no Markham. Who'zat, then? No sense talkin' through walls. Y'all come join ol' Abbie fer a chat, why don'cha?"


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Bacarov stands with the group, listening as the situation unfolds. No Markham... As a side thought, Bacarov thinks on the sing the old man had been singing, wondering if he'd heard it before.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19 (song)

He files the info away and he's back to business as the old man responds. "Wonder where he's gone too...?" He says softly. "Hasn't been that long since his run in with Calwen."

He bends an ear and eye to the surround, wondering if Markham is nearby.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 1 = 21

DM:

I wanted to make sure I didn't over step with the whole palaver thing earlier. Just adding flavor.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

No plan ever survives the first contact with the enemy. There were too many tracks of Dagwood around here. She might check the stables, but if the cart was still there it was likely so were the mules. Windmane had not noticed anything that troubled him yet.

She slipped off Windmane's back and stepped to the door leading her horse at its reigns. Better step talking like a poetry book now, no reason to confuse the 'old' man - well, probably considerably younger than Calwen, but old for a human. She raised her right hand's fist in order to give the sign for 'catch up', but, since she explicitly left Bacarov in command, she reconsidered and looked at him.

"Of course, Mister Dagwood." She opened the door for just a gap. "I am looking for your son, since I heard he was asking for me. My being an elf might have something to do with it." Better to emphasize that, Abner (thanks) might not have noticed it. "I will gladly come in, but I brought quite a few comrades who are waiting a little down the road." The plan was to keep that open for Markham, so there was no reason to hide it.

"Would you mind if they were to come as well? We do not wish to invade your home. Do you know where Markham is and when he will be back?"

She spoke in high Taldan without an overemphasized melody to her voice and spoke clearly. If it took him that long to realize that it was not his son talking he might have trouble hearing.

Hopefully the others would not take him into cross examination. Abner had invited them and it would be impolite to refuse the request of an lone, sick man, but she certainly did not want to take advantage of him either. But going in there with just Dalton as backup would be too dangerous, even with Windmane and Dio on the look out.

She looked up to Dio to see whether he had noticed anything and another look to Bacarov and the rest of their little group.


Oracle (lvl 5) | HP 30/30 | AC:19 (23 CoD), T:12, F:15 | CMD:15, CMB:+3 | Save F+1, R+3, W+5 (+4 vs Illusions, Disguises, Divinations) | Init:+3 | Perc: +9 (DV 60ft) || Wands CLW 25/50 || Spells: lvl 1 (6/7) | lvl 2 (4/5)

Bacarov returns Calwen's glance, raising his pipe slightly and pointing to it. Don't forget the offer of palaver...

He raises a finger to rest alongside his temple, a gesture he learned from a Knight of Ozem years before. Caution and awareness... Then he nods to her that she's right to proceed.

"Let's rest our heels here for the time being. If we're invited, we'll go." Bacarov whispers to the there's near him. He looks to Dramin to update Vinnie via his magic link. "Tell him to hold position if we go in...that he should 'worble' if troubles afoot. He'll know what it means."


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Okay, so if you're invited in, Marsh will remain outside to keep a look out, right?

Bacarov:
You see no sign of movement in the nearby woods.

After a pause, you hear a hoarse coughing from inside the door. "Well, don't you sound like a nice lady? Sure, sure, come on in, if y'want. I don't get visitors every day! Reckon there ain't no places to sit but the floor fer any more'n two, but..." Suddenly, before you can take another step, his voice raises: "Don't y'all go trackin' no mud in my house! I might live in the swamp, but that don't mean I want it all over my floor!" And then, finally, with a renewed calm, the old man says: "Markham? My boy? He's out checkin' the traps. Gotta let my 'brew' stew a bit. He'll be back 'fore long. Y'all come on in an' let me see ya. I'd put tea on, if I could make it to the kitchen, but..."

From the way his voice wanders, the old man sounds as if he may not be all there in the head. Friendly enough, however.


[Img] [Stats] [Info] Female Elf Cavalier 3

Calwen nodded to Bacarov in return and padded the pocket where she kept the tobacco.

She smiled as she heard Mister Dagwood's answer.
"Don't worry about that. I am sure we will be most comfortable", she said as she wiped her boots thoroughly off. To Windmane she made a soothing gesture. I know you do not like the swamp and I am very sorry, but the hut is for bipeds and small quadrupeds only. To Dio she blew a kiss.

"As a matter of fact", she started as she entered the hut, preparing herself innerly for the smell of the "stew". "A friend gave me something along the way." She looked around as she entered. Entries, exits, space to use a bastard sword, space to use a scythe and a composite bow. "My companion here is Dalton, and I am Calwen. It is a pleasure to meet you. Please do not trouble yourself for us. I brought some tobacco along the way, a good sort from what I hear. We might share some, if you like." It would become apparent that she did not smoke soon enough, no reason to try and fool him. The gesture counted.

She did not know exactly whether the tobacco was good for his health, but she did not hear him cough yet. She first held her hand out - probably greeting he deemed appropriate, even though her smile and a curtsey came more naturally to her - and offered him to have a look at the pouch. At the same time she examined Abner.


Human Barb 1/Rgr 2/Rog 2 HP 41 AC 19, touch 12, flat-footed 17 Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +1 Init +4 Perception +9 Sense Motive +7 Evasion

"Let's see how this one plays out. Higher stakes this time."

Vinnie tries to find a good hidden sentry point.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 = 24


Female Human Investigator (Spiritualist) 3, Medium 2 || HP 33/33 | AC 15 | T 12 | FF 14 | Fort + 2 | Ref + 5 | Wil + 9 | CMD 15 | Init +2 | Per + 10 (+12 vs surprise) | Sense Motive + 10 | IP 3/3 | Influence 0

I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. The truth was, I was still exhausted from the interrogation session in the basement. I've rarely dealt with a spirit so vile and never before have I seen a spirit torn apart. Thankfully, this part of the investigation relied on Calwen's elven charms and not my human ones.


Enormous Radioactive Monster - - hp tons/tons - - AC nuh-uh I got forcefield

Marsh:
You're pretty sure you've found a good spot from which you are both hidden from any who approach and that affords you a good view of your surroundings in a spot amongst the brush, just south of the cabin. You're only about 150 feet away from the building itself.

The first thing Calwen and Dalton see as they enter through the front door of the cabin and into the living room. The cabin consists of one large central room, with a kitchen off to the left, and a sitting area on the opposite side. The medicinal smell from before is magnified ten times over now that you are inside, as some strange concoction boils in an iron pot on the stove. There are two doors, which likely lead into the bedrooms. The whole place is quite clean and orderly, with the exception of the space directly ahead- as that is where Abner Dagwood sits, surrounded by easels and canvases.

There must be more than a dozen paintings here, either propped up on the easels or leaning against a wall. The paintings are of fabulous quality, with a dark color palette that is consistent across all of them. The theme is consistent, as well: a beautiful, pale elven woman with long, black hair. In some images she stands amidst tall reeds, or within a cornfield; in others in a forest, sometimes verdant, sometimes blackened and dead. In one of them she appears to be floating amidst the stars, gossamer wings extending from her back. In one, she is embracing some lover, a human man with wild hair and a beard.

The woman in the paintings bears some resemblance to Calwen. Not enough to be her twin, but perhaps a distant cousin...

Abner Dagwood is seated in a wicker chair across from one easel, staring in the general direction of his visitors with pale, milky eyes. He must be at least seventy years old, bearded, with hair like two gray bushes sprouting from above his ears. He holds a paintbrush between two gnarled fingers and a thumb, with a palette balanced atop his knees. His clothing is every bit as dusty and aged as he is. He does not seem to be able to look directly at Calwen and Dalton, but smiles broadly at them regardless.

"What's that, y'say? You brought t'baccer? I can't have that stuff n'more, darlin'. Got my lungs t'think of. Markham'd have my hide if I smoked that. 'Course, that won't stop him... he loves that kin'a thing. Y'all don't mind the mess, I got a couple'a commissions I'm workin' on... still one thing this ol' wreck can do well. Got buyers as far out as Ustalav, if y'can believe it!" He laughs, a bit of air whistling through the spaces between his remaining teeth. After a moment where he seems distracted by some errant thought, he finds a home for his brush and palette and rises creakily from his seat to approach.

His eyes, faded and near-blind, seem to have a great deal of difficulty focusing on either of you, and his steps are weary, but his demeanor remains friendly. He offers a hand to Dalton first, and if accepted, one might find his grip to be surprisingly strong in that way that only a man who was terribly strong in his youth could be. "Well met, there, young'n. An' a strappin' lad you look to be!"

He moves to do the same for Calwen, but stops dead in his tracks. His eyes seem to finally find focus on her face, and he pales. His hands, already extended to clasp Calwen's, quiver in the air.

"B... Bel... My Beliandral has come back to me..." he stammers. He nearly falls, and sinks down slowly to his knees. "My love... all these long years... I thought you had abandoned me. My mind was addled by the passage of time, and I grew feeble, but... You never left my dreams. Not for one night. Your whispers carried me into my dreams every single night. I never thought I'd see you in the flesh again..."

Tears brim the old man's eyes as he stares up, awestruck, at Calwen. "Markham!" he shouts suddenly. "Markham, my Bel has returned! She has come back for me!"

Also, my understanding is that Calwen cleared it with Abner for the rest of you to come inside, sans Marsh who is on sentry duty. Bacarov, Warshawski, and Dramin can indeed head inside if they are so inclined. Even from outside you should have no trouble hearing the old man's shouting.


Male Human Fighter 2 / Wizard 3 - AC 17 (Mage Armor) | Flat 14 (Mage Armor) | Touch 13 | Fort +6 | Ref +4 | Will +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0 | Prescience 6/6

Dramin whispers through the link to Marsh, detailing Bacarov's code and intentions. Oh how I am getting tired of hearing whispers. He smirks internally and chuckles a little, realizing the inherent irony in the statement.

Though he is waiting on the elven woman, he begins to get a little bored and does a quick scan of the natural surroundings, hoping it may provide some useful insight into his notes later. Despite the entire situation, he still had a job to do with a greater goal down the road and there was nothing that would stop him. You're lying to yourself you know. He shook his head. You love this whole adventure, the thrill of the hunt and knowing that at any moment you may very well take a quick plane shift to Pharasma herself. If you survive this you won't even need a paper or the Academy, you can write your own documents and detail it. Heck you could probably get in anywhere!

He nodded and realized just how great everything had become for him as of late.

And think, Bacarov even has some contacts who might enjoy more field-work than the boring schools. He seems learned and traveled, imagine the network and where he'sbeen, what he's seen. Now that's a reward greater than any gold piece.

He had to make it now, there was too much excitement here and back home. So he did a quick scan and steeled his will again.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

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