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Ascaria, Tynan:

Your conversation is observed by Kullen and Todrik. Kullen waves over another individual, black clumpy hair covering his large eyes. The half-orc points your table out, and the sullen man nods his head. Your memory jogs easily enough as their gaggle studies yours. The sullen man's name is Rastophan, and is regularly seen at the side of Kullen.

Tynan, you recall Skutch a couple of times, losing good pouches of coin in Lazare's House. A braggart, unable most times to back up his grand schemes, at least when it comes to a good game of dragonchess. He was a relatively good-looking man, when stood against the motley crew eyeballing you from across the room.

Mortimer, Raella:

Mortimer wrote:
"Anyway -- have you dealt with these before? I'm not sure I can just walk away from the Thing without It throwing a tantrum. No one wants that. Do you know anything about avoiding that? I am indeed interested in selling It. How much did you say you can get for It, and how much is your fee?"

Lanch looks at Mort with ill-disguised disbelief. "Ah, you touched it. That was foolish. You'll stress it some when you leave it, with me or any other. Well, I guess it can't be avoided. That's on you. You can wait until it tires out and falls asleep. Then you won't have to see it suffer, and you can let your mind rest easier. It'll still stress when it finds you gone, of course. Just don't think about it." The man pulls a piece of leather from his back pocket, and waves it in front of Feathers, in a jerking motion.

The snapping of the beak is pronounced, and staccato'ed, as it tries for the 'meat' several times in quick succession. "And it's hungry too. Wonderful. Well, as I figure it, a local buyer will pay a good sum for this creature. Well, for its potential at least. He'll have help in training it for purpose." Lanch rubs his hands together, weighing something.

"I'm thinking I can get you 3000 gp for it. That's after my take. What do you say? If all goes right, you can return here to collect your coin. Decide now, and save yourself the worry of feeding it, for I'll see to it presently."


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

Mort, GM:
Rae arches a brow, but nods at Mort. strictly your decision, Papa Bear.


Male, Gnome

GM Rat Sass, Tynan:
Ascaria lets Tynan walk him home - waving off any attempts to protect him further. "I'll be fine." He climbs the low tight staircase to his small room and quickly curls up on the bed, careful to place the pillow in such a way as it doesn't accidentally touch his nose and awaken him with the pain.

He sleeps soundly (with luck) and rises late, barely making it to the Gar by 10am. As he walks the short distance over, he wonders if Tynan ran into Mort, Rae and Sol - or if he'll just be dining with Tynan this morning.


Male Human Slayer 11

GM, Ascaria:

Tynan watches Kullen speaking to the other men, piecing together what he's saying by watching him speak. Read Lips

Perception:Lip Reading: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26 (+1 studied target)

"I want to make sure we aren't being trailed. I may head off on my own for a bit, but I'll be keeping an eye on you, even if you can't see me, until you are safely home."

Tynan accompanies Ascaria out of the Feral Dog, and walks with him toward his room. He watches for anyone following them, prepared to turn off to a side street if he sees anyone, planning to circle around and trail them back to their own home.

Perception:Notice Followers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 (An additional +4 on the check if there are other people moving about the streets for the Ordinary trait.)


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Tynan:

Kullen speaks only to Rastophan, his lips slightly confusing to read as the lower protruding incisors box the mouth.

"Canary doesn't know much. He hadelp out there, that's for sure. Gavim Skutch then gavim a tap. Unlikely they know of that dirty filge. The gnome is willing to pay, so he's got coin I couldn't hear on him. Don't like his face. Wish it wasn't so familiar. Wanna smash it somemore."

As you turn your gaze from Kullen to Rastophan, you find yourself gazing into the man's large eyes, as he reciprocates the studying. He doesn't blink. At all.


Male Human Slayer 11

GM Rat Sass:

Kullen wrote:

"Unlikely they know of that dirty filge."

Tynan, unsure of what a filge is, turns to his linguistic abilities to determine if it's something from another dialect.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Tynan turns his attention to Kullen's companion, and sizes up Rastophan in return, recalling what he can of the man.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26 (+1 for studied target)

GM, Ascaria:

Tynan lifts his glass to his lips, and whispers to Ascaria. "Did you offer money to Kullen? Look away from them when you speak, as they're watching us closely."

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 = 25 Attempting to hide conversation from Rastophan, should he be lip reading in return. +1 for studied target.


Male, Gnome

GM Rat Sass, Tynan:
Ascaria whispers conspiratorially back, "Sure, why not? I figured they probably took the bones to cash in on some unwholesome offer or other and decided we could buy them out of their contract. No need for hostility or hassle."

He pretends to sip at his empty beer. "Look, let's talk this over in the morning, I'm beat."


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 10/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Rae,GM:

Faraday wrote:
"You'll stress it some when you leave it [...] You can wait until it tires out and falls asleep. [...] Just don't think about it."

Suffer? Why? Why does it have to be like that? It's not on me!

Mort's eyes flicker with anger. He tries to sound confident and convince himself.

"Suffer? Why? Why can't it be avoided? Just who is the buyer?"
Don't tell me it's The Hungry Gar -- can't be. They don't have the business to turn that around for a profit at that cost, do they?!
"How long does it take for these things to be ... independent? It will learn more quickly if It feels secure!"

Or is your buyer one of those who takes one of the more brutal approaches to training?

GM wrote:
The man pulls a piece of leather from his back pocket [...]

...Hungry...

It'll be a day before he would pay us anyway, but presumably Thing would get something to eat...

He folds his arms waiting for a response, prepared for the worst kind of news.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Sol kicks around, wondering if today is the day she starts her new dragonchess set.


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Tynan:

A combination of Kullen's disgusted expression, and a similar look that passes across his face on mentioning the Canary, you come to think 'filge' is actually 'Filge'. A name, of someone who apparently disgusts the half-orc. Which really narrows things down.

Rastophan is Kullen's eyes and ears. The man seems to observe the clientele of the Feral Dog much like a visitor at a zoo observes the animals. Rastophan seems more at ease on the streets of Diamond Lake, and you've seen him in several locations about town, sitting and watching. No stealth about the man. It's almost as if he enjoys observing you with your full awareness of his presence.

Mortimer, Raella:

Mortimer wrote:
"Suffer? Why? Why can't it be avoided? Just who is the buyer? How long does it take for these things to be ... independent? It will learn more quickly if It feels secure!"

Lanch tries his best to wait patiently. "What's do I stand to gain if I give you the name of the buyer? That's how I participate in this transaction, good sir. I facilitate." The half-elf tucks away the leather piece.

"The cub will learn more quickly when it learns about rewards and motivation. There is no security in growing up in the wilds, we both know that. Now, I really need to return to business, either with you here, or elsewhere. I can still have things ready for you on the morrow. What say you?"


Male Human Slayer 11

GM Rat Sass:

With thoughts that Filge might be a person, Tynan searches his memory for anything he might recall about anyone by that name.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Tynan, while somewhat appreciative of Rastophan's propensity for observation, realizes that being on the receiving end of such scrutiny is less than ideal.

"You're right, Ascaria. It is getting late... we should go."


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 10/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Rae,GM:

Why did you have to tell me at all? Bastard.
I don't want to make this decision on an empty stomach.

Mortimer looks at the fledgling cub.

It's probably suffered enough already. What's one more blow to Its psyche?
Mortimer looks more at the fledgling cub.
I'm really not cut out for this.
Mortimer looks some more at the fledgling cub.
It'll forget me soon enough, won't It? We just don't have the resources or know-how to be responsible for It.

Mortimer tears himself away and sighs heavily.

It's for the best. For everyone.

"Fine. Deal," he says flatly. "I guess I should wait here with It until It falls asleep then."

Something of a fog casts itself over Mortimer's eyes as he tries to shut out the emotional part of his brain.


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Tynan:

It's clear as day in your mind- you have never heard this name before, ever. Not at the general store, not in Lazare's. Not in the Emporium, not in the Constable's Office. This name is singular in your inability to place it, anywhere, locally. Either Filge is a transient, or only a very recent arrival to Diamond Lake.
Nice roll ;)

Mortimer, Raella:

Lanch nods, extending his hand and taking Mort's in his, shaking firmly. "Well, then. If we're going to get it to sleep, I'd best feed it. Excuse me." Mr. Faraday retreats to the back stables, returning with two skinned rabbits. He waves them at Feathers, and quickly begins backpedaling as the fledgling cub begins to stalk its prey. It's a tarantella of sorts, stable owner and feral spawn dancing down the center aisle, until they both arrive at a backstall, and Lanch launches the carcasses over the partition. Feathers screeches, and runs down dinner. The several horses stalled whinny nervously at the sounds of snapping bone and rending flesh.

Feathers stares at Mort for awhile, then slowly nods off, curling up against Mort's thigh. Lanch is attentive, and escorts you out after it's ascertained that Feathers is a deep sleeper, patting you on the back. "Return here before the seventh bell to collect your bounty. I'd prefer you were paid before the town's fully awake."

...

The morning of Fireday, Pillette makes the rounds throughout Diamond Lake, and coordinates a late morning brunch, once again at The Hungry Gar, for those interested in visiting as a collective. Berta makes her rounds, and the chill of the day is highlighted by the steam rising from the platters of food. The lateness of the morning, and the Gar is sparsely populated.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 10/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

GM:

Assuming Rae leaves, or at least splits off before arriving at Osgood's...

GM wrote:
"Return here before the seventh bell to collect your bounty. I'd prefer you were paid before the town's fully awake."

The words echo through Mortimer's head like beans in a maraca as he wanders back to Osgood's.

Arriving, he gathers some scrap metal, and in an effort to distract himself from the unpleasantries of the day, he throws some into the hottest forge and tries to shape some sling bolts for Ascaria.

Craft, BS: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Well, that's crap. Either this metal is spent or I must be losing it.

He's pretty sure it's not the forge. He pokes at it for awhile, uninspired and lost in thought, no longer interested in food or sleep.

He waits until the fifth bell, then makes his way back to Faraday's to discover what bounty might await him.


Male, Gnome

Status:
HP: 13/13 AC: 11 (F10/T11)
Weapon Equipped = None
Cold Iron Bullets (6/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = None
Channel Energy (5/5) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (4/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command

Ascaria rises slowly and checks himself in the mirror. Oh that's ugly. He follows Pillette down to the Gar and munches on whatever's available while the party arrives.

As they do, it is obvious that Ascaria had a busy night. He smiles readily enough and seems chipper of spirit as usual, but two very dark black eyes and a swollen nose tell a story of, well, high adventure.

Ascaria tells his story to the first to arrive, and again to the second, then waits while the others trickle in before repeating it, again, for the benefit of the group.

"So I was checking around and all the names on the list scratched on the wall are children. They disappeared, some of them many years ago, some more recent. I didn't see any pattern to it, just every so often it seemed. There are likely others we don't know about though so there may be a pattern and if so, it’s every few years or something like that.”

Ascaria shovels some eggs into his mouth and reaches for a heavy low-alcohol beer.

"Then I started looking for the guy who's arm we found. Didn’t get any useful information until I ran into a big half-orc named Kullen. He runs around with a little gang including Todrik, Rastophan, Merovinn, and at one time a guy named Skutch. Skutch is dead, and it’s his arm we found.”

”Anyway, apparently Skutch was doing something maybe outside the gangs purview when he died. I don’t know if Kullen had anything to do with the theft of bones, but he might have. I doubt it though from his responses. He was very broken up about his dead friend, I was rather cavalier, and so he broke my nose to teach me a little respect. Poor guy’s really hurtin’”

”Kullen, not my nose. My nose is just a little sore this morning. Looks much worse than it is!” Ascaria smiles broadly.

”If we don’t have any other leads, I say we go back and talk to him some more after he’s cooled down a bit. Maybe tomorrow as there’s no particular hurry. I think I can win him over, with a little luck, but he’s an emotional man and I want to give my nose another day to heal before breaking it again.” Ascaria says matter-of-factly.

”Now, let’s have a look at you big man…” he quickly reaches over to Mort and touches his still wounded frame trying to rid him of the last remnants of injury. He doesn’t leave room for Mort to object.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

He eyes the rest of the party, carefully looking for any lingering injuries that might slow their progress this day.

Remember too, everyone healed 2hp overnight. Anyone else still injured?


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

GM, Mort:
Rae stays with Mort until the bird sleeps. " I'll see you at 6 bells." She announces as she heads off. Even a 1/6th share of 3,000gp is a lot of money. I might not have to worry about those iron spheres for a good long while


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

"Rae, food!!" Sol says as she shuts the door on Pillette. "Let's go get food!"

Sol jumps on Rae's bed on her way to her wardrobe armor stand.

"Rae! Do you think we'll go back and see if the ghost is gone? Do you think the door will be open? What will be inside? Maybe more balls?"

Sol dresses, taking only minimal time to preen, before hurrying her sister into a breakfasting state.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Sol hurries in and takes a seat and listens to Ascaria's story before even thinking about eating. Except that she is totally thinking about eating. The entire time that Ascaria is speaking, she's thinking about food but, in an effort of politeness, keeps her eyes and ears on Ascaria and her mouth away from the food.

Sol covers her own pretty nose when Ascaria describes how it was broken.

"So...Kullen, huh? We can go visit him...we could also go visit the ghost and see if he's gone and if he made good on his promise. That would be interesting too," Sol opines, and actually begins to eat.


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Mortimer, Raella:

On your approach to the Faraday Stables, Lanch opens a sidedoor, and beckons you into his office directly. Must have been waiting and watching through his office window.

He looks well satisfied. "Your capture converted nicely to the agreed upon price. I hope that if you ever find something like that again, you'll remember me." He opens a drawer on his desk, and produces a leather wrapping. He unties it, unrolling it to reveal several beautiful gems. Two round-cut garnet and four marquis-cut topaz. He steps back to let you gather your bounty.

"That's a nice take, what, three stones apiece, you've got yourselves quite a bank there. You in the market for a horse? My services are second-to-none 'round here. I could find you better selections in Egorian, of course, but I'm sure with this, money is no object now."

Lanch pours himself a kahve, and returns to his paperwork as you leave.


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

GM, Mort:
GM wrote:

"Your capture converted nicely to the agreed upon price. I hope that if you ever find something like that again, you'll remember me."

Rae arches a brow and then asks, "Would wolf pups be something you'd be interested in?" She nods her head over to the pups should be sleeping in the hay.

"Where's the stable hand?! She has my pups."

****

not to hold up other things

After the early meeting with Mort and Lanch, Rae sees herself home and is just climbing back into bed when Pillette and Sol bring word of food. With a growl, she starts pulling her boots back on.

"Might as well go eat. We need to figure out how to divide gems instead of gold"


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Raella, Mortimer:

Raella wrote:
"Would wolf pups be something you'd be interested in? Where's the stable hand?! She has my pups."

Lanch frowns a moment in hesitation. "Those were your pups, then. Well, that's a might unfortunate. They wouldn't take any feeding, so I thought it best to end their suffering. I'd say it was rather fortunate, given the circumstances, that I still had their carcasses to feed to the fledgling cub." He nods, as if understanding greater forces were at work here.

"I have their pelts still. Curing them, so they'll be ready in a couple of days. They're yours of course. It's my pleasure to set them for you."


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Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Rae,Sass:

Faraday wrote:
"Those were your pups, then. Well, that's a might unfortunate..."

Upon seeing the virtual steam explode forth from Rae's ears at the news of the death of the wolf cubs, Mort turns to her, placing himself between her and Faraday, while at the same time trying not to corner her.

"Rae -- Rae -- I'm sorry! I didn't know. Let it go -- please! You know what it's like to be hungry! Nothing should have to suffer that way. This was Nature's decision -- Faraday did all he could. Nothing's gone to waste here. He's going to prepare and give us the pelts for naught. That's a fine fair gesture on his part, I think, given the loss."

He thinks for a second, trying to gauge her rage.

"We'll find our feet -- we'll get you your own kennel then. Let's think ahead."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Mort covers his face and turns his shoulder toward which he he fears an inevitable blow is heading. He however, keeps an eye on Rae in case she decides to charge the stable master instead.


Sass:

Readied action to intervene when Rae goes into Homicidal Maniac Mode. He will take the brunt of her ire. Hopefully diplomacy will win out.

~

Mortimer staggers back from the stables just in time to notice party members being herded into the Hungry Gar by Pillette. He follows intrepidly.

Upon entering the establishment however, he's slightly confused by what appears to be Pillette breaking fast with a raccoon. As he approaches, he realizes that the raccoon is actually Ascaria, nursing a broken nose.

"Oh, ow. Hi. I've done that before. I hate that," he says, pointing to his own nose.

He thanks Ascaria for the healing.

Ascaria wrote:
"I say we go back and talk to him some more after he’s cooled down a bit. Maybe tomorrow as there’s no particular hurry."

Know Local: 1d20 ⇒ 8 Anything on Kullen and Friends?

"I will go with you this time. In the meantime, we should divvy up the profits of our progress so far -- Rae and I got quite a bit for the BirdThing bounty -- gather supplies, then check on our Ghost Host -- That should give Kullen and his friends enough time to cool down. ' might even give us something else to talk to him about too."

He waits for the others to show up so they can decide who gets what.


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

Mort, Rat:
sense sense: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Rae lunges at the man, fists already swinging, only to run into Mort's broad chest instead. "He *KILLED* them! They could have been helped. He coulda ...he should have....now they're just bird food." But Mort's words pierce the fog and the guilt that push her forward, taking the heat from her swings until they cease entirely.

"You take the pelts if you want them. I'm going back to bed." With one last glower over Mort's shoulder at the murderous man, she spins on her heel before she reconsiders.

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4


Male Human Slayer 11

Tynan eats quietly, listening to Canary's story. After relating it to the entirety of the group, Tynan speaks up.

"I caught up with Ascaria shortly after Kullen punched him at the Feral Dog. Kullen was talking to Rastophan, who is pretty much his eyes and ears here in Diamond Lake. From what I could make out, Kullen was trying to determine how much you knew, Canary." Tynan gives Ascaria a concerned look. "He doesn't think you know much, and really doubts you know anything about someone named Filge. He doesn't like you... at all... and wants to smash your face some more." Tynan pauses. "I think it would be a very bad idea for you to speak with him again..."

"That said, I do think Kullen and his crew were the grave-robbers. I doubt it's a coincidence that a group of five men dug up the graves, and one was killed by an owlbeast, and Kullen's group was five members, until Skutch was killed by an owlbeast. I'm wondering if this Filge person might be who they were doing the grave-robbing for... why else would asking about Skutch's lost arm bring Filge into the conversation?"

"I've never heard that name before here in town, I'm certain of that. I believe he must either be someone very new to town, or he is enacting his plans here in town through Kullen and his gang. We should probably try to track down this Filge... after we return to see if Alastor made good on his promise to unlock the door for us after we buried his bones." Tynan nods at Solrisa's suggestion to revisit the chamber of lights.


Male, Gnome
Mortimer Smith wrote:
"In the meantime, we should divvy up the profits of our progress so far -- Rae and I got quite a bit for the BirdThing bounty..."

"Oh yeah? Who bought him? How'd it go - and how much did you get for the beast?"

- - -

Ascaria suggests, "We have lots of armor and such here, and that amulet of armor. Nothing in the pile for me I'm afraid, but you should all take what makes sense and we should sell the rest."

"Mort maybe your blacksmith friend would want what we don't? It is mostly armor after all."

He finally gets around to trying to ID the last of the gear.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Magic Ring
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Presumed Potion of CLW
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Presumed Potion of CLW

I think Mort should take the Amulet of Natural Armor and Tynan should take the MW red leather. Confirm and I'll note it on the sheet then do a divvy.


Male Human Slayer 11

Tynan would use the MW leather armor.


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Mortimer, Raella:

Lanch flinches in the face of almost coming to blows. He waits long enough to understand Raella's imminent departure, and breathes easier. He speaks to Mort as he leaves, and well after Raella has left.

"Uh, thanks for... preventing her from... well, thanks. If it's all the same to you, would you let her know I didn't kill them out of malice? I made sure to snap their necks right quick. I'm not adverse to further business dealings with her, but I'd prefer to have you join her, to be safe."

Ascaria:

You strain a bit, as the swelling in your lower lids keeps sunsetting your studies, but you finally see the Weaves... Ring of Feather Falling, and two potions of CLW, you're quite sure of it


Male, Gnome

"Oh hey, I finally figured this one out. It's a ring of Feather Falling. Worth quite a bit if we can find a buyer - that is unless someone wants it."

Anyone want the ring of feather falling?


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Mort is more than happy to pass over everything for a little cash. He'll consider the Amulet of Natural Armor only if no one else expresses an interest in it.

Sass:

Faraday wrote:
"If it's all the same to you, would you let her know I didn't kill them out of malice?"

"No problem. Rae really cares about living things is all. I'll try to find a way to express that to her."

Actually, it might be wiser not to mention it at all for awhile.
"I'll be sure to accompany her should our fortunes bring us your way again."

Ascaria wrote:
"Oh yeah? Who bought him? How'd it go - and how much did you get for the beast?"

"Faraday -- the stable master -- had a buyer.". He slouches a little and lowers his voice as well as his eyes before continuing, "It went ok, I guess."

After an uncomfortable pause, he suddenly sits up and clears his throat.

"What did we get Rae? Oh -- right. 3000gp in gems."
He unrolls a leather wrapping revealing two round-cut garnets and four marquis-cut hunks of topaz.

"... Oh yah. And a couple of -- uh -- animal skins." he says, lowering his voice again and avoiding eye contact with Rae. He delicately adds the two skins to the pile. The fur is soft like wolf cub fur and appear to be from an animal about the size of a 20-25 pound dog.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Sol would take the amulet if no one wants...however, if Mort takes it, Sol will be happy. Happy for having to worry just *this* much less about having to protect him. No interest in the ring.

Solrisa eats a bit more, realizing how anxious she is to see what happened to the ghost...if anything.

"I brought my gear with me. Are we ready to go back to visit the ghost?" Sol asks. "Or do some of you want to go shopping first? We could use another few fire flasks. I need two, at least."

Let's sell/buy crap and get back to the ghost, eh?


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Mortimer helps himself to some egg.
mmmm. eggs.
Mortimer helps himself to some canned fish.
mmmm.
Mortimer helps himself to a pile of fresh greens and various fruits, but looks disappointed that there are no radishes.

"Here, Sol. You'd look great in this." he says, pushing the Amulet her way.

He then helps himself to a chicken.

Mortimer is keen on the idea of a continual light thing spinning around his head, but he has no idea where to start looking for such a thing.


Male, Gnome

Ascaria holds up the ring of feather falling. "I know who might like this. 'course if he doesn't, surely I can find a buyer."

"Let's all go shopping then, unload this stuff, buy what we want, and then head back to the cave - yeah? Feels like there's more to explore down there. We want to find what the kid hid of course, but there may be other things as well. A good place to spend the day!"

"You know, I'm happy to heal you folks when I can, but we ran into a situation last night where my skills weren't enough and we had poor Mort here in crusty bandages until breakfast."

"Let's buy some healing shall we? Cheapest way to go, short of me of course, is to buy a wand of the stuff. If we all put in a little, it's even cheaper!"

Ascaria shovels a few more morsels in his mouth and pushes his plate away.

I am of course suggesting we pool our cash for a group Wand of Cure Light Wounds.


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

Rae attends the breakfast, though she glowers through most of it. Mort's explanation brings a grunt, but she lets his words stand.

Rae is more than happy to toss in for a cure light wounds wand.


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GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 13
1d20 ⇒ 7
1d100 ⇒ 7

The meal concludes, the intention of the group to return to the cairn.

Various items of purchase are available across town, save for the wand of healing the group decides it requires before setting off. That can be obtained at the Church of Asmodeus. Please let me know if you are dissuaded from said purchase.

Perception Check, DC 19:

As the party heads out of Diamond Lake, you observe once or twice an individual who appears to be heading out as well, in your general direction. He appears to be a ways behind you.

The day is quite clear, and the travel to the cairn is unimpeded by unexpected wildlife.


Male, Gnome

Ascaria is not dissuaded.

"You all wait here, these guys are sticklers for protocol. Easier if I do this on my own. Won't be a moment."

Ascaria bounds up the steps of the church and makes his request. He fills in all the required paperwork (if any) and is properly solemn and quiet while inside the church. He buys the wand quickly, but respectfully, and returns to the party just a soon as he can.

"Got it!" he says as he joins back up and begins to walk back to the cave. He even whistles a little as he walks, enjoying the day, though he's not very good at it. The whistling that is. He's good at enjoying the day. Does it all the time...


Male Human Slayer 11

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

As the group disperses to make purchases, Tynan gives a warning. "Watch your backs. Kullen and his crew are watching us... especially you Ascaria. He knows you have money, and he also knows he can take it from you whenever he wants." There is more than a hint of frustration in his words.

GM Rat Sass:

Tynan disappears among the people moving on the streets, and tails Ascaria to the Temple to make sure none of Kullen's men make a move against him. He'll scan the crowd for any signs of them, being especially watchful for Rastophan.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 (+1 additional if he's spotting Rastophan, as he's the current studied target)


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13 Perception

Sol re-braids her left hairs, then her right hairs as she walks back to the ghost cavern. Today, she has decided, would be a tight braid day to honor the seriousness of their planned work.

She strolls on the road, happy and unhindered by fears or regrets, but only looking forward to the day.

Her long sword is sheathed comfortably along her back, as is her shield. Her new amulet hangs around her neck.

"Rae, look! It's beautiful today, don't you see?!"


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

After running in briefly to Tidwoad's to pick up ioun torches, Mortimer accompanies Ascaria to the Church of Asmodeus to obtain the Wand of Healing.
Really? Here? Only here can we get this item?

"Hey Ascaria, did They corner the market on Wands of Healing or something?", he asks, pointing to the Church.

He is dissuaded from going in because, well -- Asmodeus, and besides, Ascaria has bid them to wait outside.
He picks up a rock that fits sweetly in the palm of his hand and playfully tosses it into the air a few times.
He briefly considers hurling it at one of the Church windows, but ultimately decides that would be foolish and pockets the palm fitting rock instead.

When Ascaria returns with the coveted item, Mortimer escorts them and anyone else with them to the usual meeting place and beyond to the cairn.


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GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 15

Ascaria:

Hamaneezer finds you soon enough, and ushers you to his office, where he does, in fact, bring two leafs of paper, and has you sign both, acknowledging the purchase of the wand. The wand itself is made of bone, with a piece of leather cut to resemble a serpent. The leather winds its way around most of the length, overlapping several times at the handle.

"Bring forth the healing strength of Asmodeus with the word 'Hell-blessed', alright? Alright." He takes your coin gladly, caressing it into aligned stacks. He looks you over, and chooses to address you a moment longer.

"I don't see you at mass at all. Why is that? You have quite the reputation for healing with the miners. I visit with some of them. Others don't visit us for their healing since you meet their needs." He looks as if he might continue, but stays his tongue.

Tynan:

Without a Stealth roll for disappearing, you may or may not have been observed by Rastophan as well.

Rastophan is sitting on a chair turned backwards, on the porch of the Feral Dog. He's slumped over the back of the chair, and languidly looks over Memorial Square, and passersby. He watches Ascaria and Mort come and go from the Church, with unblinking eyes.

...

Passage through the halls of the cairn is uneventful. As the visitors find their way up the lantern chain, and through the Maw, a familiar sight greets you- the floating form of Alastor Land. His face brightens for a moment, then his expression turns to one of concern.

"Have you... no, not yet... haven't you? Did you bury the bones?" He looks down at himself, then back at you all.


Male Human Slayer 11

"We buried your bones on your family farm, just as you asked. Do you feel any... different?"

I wonder if we missed some of his bones...


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

Rae's glower slowly brightens to its usual sullen disposition as they return to the camp. She stops by Benazel's to see about purchasing some alchemist's fire for the return trip two vials, if possible, please.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Sol nods solemnly at Tynan's words, agreeing. She still doesn't fully trust the boy yet...the kiss and lack of warning about the trap has instilled a sense of distrust.


Male, Gnome

GM Rat Sass:
Hamaneezer wrote:
"I don't see you at mass at all. Why is that? You have quite the reputation for healing with the miners. I visit with some of them. Others don't visit us for their healing since you meet their needs." He looks as if he might continue, but stays his tongue.

Ascaria looks down respectfully at his desk, "Sorry sir, I'm just not very religious. I get my powers from another source, not really sure where for the most part, I've just always been able to do it. Healing that is. I always figured it was a gift for my lost eyesight. I dunno. I really like helping out though - I don’t mean to step on anyone’s toes. Sorry for that.” he shuffles his feet and departs as quickly as he can.

Mort wrote:
"Hey Ascaria, did They corner the market on Wands of Healing or something?", he asks, pointing to the Church.

Ascaria nods, "Yeah, they're the big dogs around here. THE church as it were. They let a few folks to lesser potions and maybe a scroll or two, but they control the purse strings for the big stuff. I just hope they don't bother us, or rather the work I do for the miners here in town. Someday they'll tell me to stop, or do it under their guidance which is the same thing I suspect."

Ascaria sees the ghost and visibly shrugs. Damn!

He looks to see what the response will be to Tynan’s comments.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Tynan wrote:
"We buried your bones on your family farm, just as you asked. Do you feel any... different?"

Alastor's a ghost... I'm pretty sure he can't feel much of anything.

Mortimer ponders the situation.

"It looks like we might have err'd on the side of caution."
Mortimer explains to the puzzled ghost that the family gravesite was defiled by unknown perpetrators, and that the group was concerned about Alastor's bones being similarily harrassed -- which is why they buried it on the Land's land nearby the cemetery plot -- but not in the grave marked for Alastor.

"I'll just have to go back and either try moving the marker, or put Alastor in the grave set aside for him -- already marked."

He pauses, patiently this time, waiting to hear if Alastor has anything to add, amend or ask.


AC:
AC (when in chain shirt) (16)18, touch 11, flat-footed 18(16) (+7(5) armor, +1 Dex)
HP and saves:
HP:41(49 if raging), Saves:Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +3
Skills:
Acro: +7 (+9 to avoid AoO for leaving a threatened square/move through a creature's space, jump :+11), Climb +6, H. Anim.: +6, Intmdt.: +6, Know.arc.: +3, Prcptn: +9, Spllcrft: +3

"Huh! I guess there really is a ghost."

Rae's brow furrows as she nearly, but not quite, looks at Mort. I suppose he'll be expecting an apology.


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Raella:

Benazel ties you and Ascaria together, as the two of you have so recently purchased alchemist fires from him. No problem, purchases made.

Alastor floats closer, listening as Tynan and Mortimer address him directly.

Tynan wrote:
""We buried your bones on your family farm, just as you asked. Do you feel any... different?"

The ghost shakes his head. "No, I pretty much feel the same." He turns to Mortimer, then back to Tynan. "They're... dead, too? They're... like me now? Did they speak to you?" He looks back at Mortimer, hopefully.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2

Fort+3 Reflex+4 Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed

Mortimer Smith wrote:


"Hey Ascaria, did They corner the market on Wands of Healing or something?"
Ascaria wrote:
"Yeah, they're the big dogs around here."

... And here I was thinking that was a rhetorical question...

Rae wrote:
"Huh! I guess there really is a ghost."

Uh... what?! ... no time ...

Alastor wrote:
"They're... like me now? Did they speak to you?"

Mortimer looks away and hangs his head.

"I -- I don't think they're like -- how you are now. They weren't even there. They should be at peace, and they made that space for you. Let me try to do that for you -- again. Place you where you were intended to be? Then you can talk to them. Here and there -- fixing -- and back again. An hour give me."

He looks even further away, head still hung.

"If that doesn't do it, I'll try to track them down -- and restore everything the way it should be so you yourself can rest with them."


Male Human Slayer 11

"Mortimer, wait. I don't think moving his bones will do any good at this point in time. He was never buried in that grave, so it's not like we're putting him back."

Tynan pauses briefly.

"His family, on the other hand, we might still have a chance to track down and return to their rightful resting places. It was Kullen and his men who dug them up. One of them will know what they did with them, or who they were given to. I still think this Filge person Kullen spoke of is somehow involved."


Male, Gnome

"I had hoped there would be more time for Kullen to cool, but I guess not." Ascaria stands a little taller, or seems to.

"OK, I'll go talk to him again. See what I can shake loose. I can maybe talk to Kullen, and if that doesn't generate anything, try the reburial thing." Ascaria looks at Mort.

"I'll meet you guys back at the farm house. Shouldn't take long."

Ascaria begins to leave the caves to head back to town.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22
Ascaria wrote:
"I'll meet you guys back at the farm house. Shouldn't take long."

"Wait." Sol says in an icy, angry tone.

"You. Ghost." Sol points a finger, her face storms of anger and hurt. "We had a deal...and we did what you asked. You need to complete your side of the deal."

Sol looks sternly at the kissy and lying ghost.

"My companions are open to helping find your bones, and I...I even will help. But what I won't do is be lied to or tricked or kissed. If you want our help, you need to keep your deals."

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