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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 Ratsass and Sol:
Rae shoots Jamis a look, as if to say Now look what you've done.

"I can't imagine Jamis being anything less than honest, Sistermine. Go, get dressed anymore than I can imagine him insisting on waiting within the apartments of two lone women's tiny apartment as they make themselves presentable." She crooks a brow, and moves to the door, waiting for the men to do the honorable thing, and step out.

if they do so Rae dresses, suggesting to Sol that they compromise, for the deputy's sake, that they could peacebond their weapons. "He has to answer to his boss too, you know."


Male Human Slayer 11

Rat Sass:

"Well, let me go and get my shoes, and I'll be right out. I'll only be a moment."

Tynan heads back to his room, puts on his boots, and conceals a throwing dagger in each. He then grabs his cloak, and heads back up to Jamis and the others.

"Ready to go. So, who am I being protected from?"


F Halfling Servant 3

GM Rat:

Pillette quickly assesses the known Deputy before going along quietly. Her eyes widen like an obedient, respectful and apprehensive slip. "Of course, Sir. Anyway I can be of assistance."

Looking up hopeful, she quickly inventories her gear - crossbow, quarrels, backpack. "I'd rather not leave my gear here, Sir. As a slip without an owner, it's hard for one like me to replace anything if it gets, err, lost."

If the answer is no...

She'll ignore her crossbow, quarrels, pack, and simply, tentatively reach for her belt to slip around her waist and secure her otherwise billowing shift. "Can I at least wear a belt, so this slip can maintain a little bit of... I don't want to flash the, ahhh..." She swallows in fear. "I'd rather not flash the miners on the way." She bites down on her lower lip as she mentions those often brutal men.

Assuming they let her belt up...

As they travel, her fingers pull just a little bit nervously at her hair, at the hem of her shift, and finally at her belt. Her gaze is downcast, as a slip's should be, but she keeps a watch out of the sides of her vision on the guards around her. When it appears their attention isn't riveted to her, she'll attempt to slip a small pick behind her ear and into her hair.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 17/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed

Rat Sass:

Sass wrote:
You feel a brief tugging, then your arm is violently wrenched, causing your forearm muscles to tense. The elf sighs quietly, then your arm is free.

"Thank you. Maybe next time we could work some of the other muscles...", he whispers, barely audibly.

Sass wrote:
The walk down the West Branch of the Vein proves quite diverting to onlookers. You are applauded from the Midnight Salute's doorway, bringing several households down the lane to open their windows to pinpoint the cause of the rowdiness.

Mortimer turns back to the doorway of the Midnight Salute and bows. He then salutes the Salute.

Who are all these people with nothing better to do at this hour?, he wonders.

Rat Sass wrote:
Entering the Sheriff's Office, you get the Sheriff himself to spit-take as you pass his desk.

"What's wrong, Cubbin? ' been awhile since you saw a real man?"

Jamis wrote:
"Only for a moment. You understand, I'm sure."

Mortimer approaches Jamis to the point where he hopes his naked proximity disconcerts the man to bullet sweating magnitude.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 plus any bonus Mort might apply for being buck naked.

"Uh, uh," he disagrees. "Get him here if you must. Get him here now and ask your questions. I want him to see just how hard you boys work. Go! Now! I haven't got all night!"

He stands before Jamis, with apparently no intention whatsoever of entering the cell.


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GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 14

Ascaria:

From your positioning, you will be able to hear all conversations taking place beyond your cell door. You may access subsequent spoilers for my sanity, to keep track of all Sheriff Office speech.

Mortimer:

Mortimer wrote:
"Get him here if you must. Get him here now and ask your questions. I want him to see just how hard you boys work. Go! Now! I haven't got all night!"

Jamis turns red in the face. "What do you think I've been up to all godsdamn night?! Once you're settled in, we have one more trek to get those girlfriends of yours, then he'll arrive and ask his questions..."

From down the hallway, Cubbin's voice bellows. "Shut your piehole, Jamis, and secure him. We don't have all night! Get in there and help Yellow out..." You can hear mumbles that serve for further orders.

The underlings file in, all of them now brandishing menacing-looking saps. Cubbin stands in the rear, sap-in-hand as well.

"Well now, Mr. Real Man. You going to take the soft way, or the hard way, getting into your cell?" His voice dips into a little snarl as he says the word 'hard'.

Pillette:

They do allow you to adjust your things. Deputy Jamis at ease as you come along willingly. They do not pat you down as you are secured in your cell.

Raella and Solrisa:

Jamis listens to Solrisa ramble on, his face first slouching, then lifting as Raella makes her suggestions. He waves his men back a little, then closes the front door to allow for time to attire.

The walk along the West Branch is livelier than one would expect for this time of night. Passing the Midnight Salute, you can even hear light singing, with a certain lyric repeating every so often... "Mort's a sport! Far from short! Jamis is jealous!!"

Jamis growls, but keeps his pace.

Arriving at the Sheriff's office, Jamis and his men watch as you enter, then escort you past Sheriff Cubbin and his desk. Should you have any weapons, Cubbin taps his desktop, and bids you disarm and rest them right here. "You can collect them when you depart..."

Should that go to plan...

Jamis escorts you the rest of the way, back to the cells. "Only for a moment. You understand, I'm sure." He offers you a cell large enough for the two of you.

Tynan:

Jamis waves you on, as his men fall in behind him.

Tynan wrote:
"Ready to go. So, who am I being protected from?"

Jamis grunts, and continues his pace. "I'm not at liberty to say..."

Entering the Sheriff's Building, you are escorted past Sheriff Cubbin's desk, then into the cells in the back, where Jamis encourages you to enter a presently empty one. "Only for the moment. I'm sure you understand."


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

Ratsass and Sol:
Ratsass wrote:
The walk along the West Branch is livelier than one would expect for this time of night. Passing the Midnight Salute, you can even hear light singing, with a certain lyric repeating every so often... "Mort's a sport! Far from short! Jamis is jealous!!"

Rae raises an eyebrow at the song, but she doesn't say anything, at least not here and now.

Quote:
Arriving at the Sheriff's office, Jamis and his men watch as you enter, then escort you past Sheriff Cubbin and his desk. Should you have any weapons, Cubbin taps his desktop, and bids you disarm and rest them right here. "You can collect them when you depart..."

"My understanding was that you had questions. We've come to answer them, but I'd rather do that sooner than later. How long do you think it will take?"

Quote:
Should that go to plan...

unfortunately, whether or not that goes to plan depends on the Sheriff's answer.

If his answer seems reasonable

Quote:


Jamis escorts you the rest of the way, back to the cells. "Only for a moment. You understand, I'm sure." He offers you a cell large enough for the two of you.

Rae grunts, but settles in to the cell. "We might as well get comfortable, Sol.

If he seems rude, obnoxious, or in anyway threatening, Rae bristles, but still complies for now." When are you taking over for that idiot, Jamis?"


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

GM Rats Ass, Rae:

Jamis wrote:
"Only for a moment. You understand, I'm sure."

Sol most certainly doesn't understand. Her brows furrow trying to understand. Then she smiles, assuming Jamis has made a mistake or can explain.

"I thought this was 'protective', offering us a cell seems to be 'arrestive', which is certainly not what you said, Jamis. Not sure why I need to be here at all, let alone put in a cell. I'm happy to wait by those benches over there...especially if it's just for a moment," Sol inquiries a smile on her sweet face...looking into Jamis face for the truth and honesty she just *knows* lies within.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed
Buck Naked -- AC 12

Rat Sass:

Jamis wrote:
"Once you're settled in, we have one more trek to get those girlfriends of yours, then he'll arrive and ask his questions..."

Dutiful Lawman? His job must be hell, especially under that dishonest Cubbin.

Cubbin wrote:
"Shut your piehole, Jamis, and secure him."

... ' got to help Jamis save some face here -- if he's ever going to take over Cubbin's job.

"Fine, then. I need to do you a favor if you're ever going to take over from Cubbin. It needs to look convincing. I need you to hit me here as hard as you can --", whispers Mort to Jamis, pointing to the spot on his face where his jawbone hinges. " -- then you're gonna do that again until I need to be dragged into that cell."

If Jamis needs some help, Mort will "help" him.

Non Lethal Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Non Lethal Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

He slumps to the ground as Cubbin and his Sap Men arrive, feigning unconsciousness if necessary.


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Mortimer; Ascaria, Pillette, Tynan(hearing only):

It takes Jamis a moment to parse what Mort offers. Once an understanding is reached, Jamis needs no help. His sword remains sheathed, but very quickly, Jamis flicks a sap into his left hand, and whisks it across Mortimer's jaw. His right hand shoots back, waving off his underlings.

"I've got this." Men who at first look ready to draw swords and draw blood decide collectively to do neither.

Sap Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Sap Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Two solid blows, and an accomplice's deception, and Mortimer is secured in his cell, his jaw sore and his vision slightly doubled. Jamis nods subtly as he straightens his undershirt, before closing the cell door.

Roll20 Map updated, for reference purposes mainly :)

Will update Raella and Solrisa's encounter shortly.


Male, Gnome

Status:
HP: 18/18 AC: 11 (F10/T11)
Weapon Equipped = None
Cold Iron Bullets (5/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = None
Life Link (3) = Mort, Rae, Tynan
Channel Energy (2 or 1/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (0/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command

DM Rat Sass:
When Ascaria first sees Tynan, Mort, and Rae, he activates life link on each of them. I need line of effect to activate it, but so long as they remain within medium range, it remains active.

Mort, Tynan, Pillette:
”Mort!” Ascaria looks on with concern as Mort is dropped like a sack of, well, something.

”Jamis, was that really called for?! Labor of Moles man, you’re already locking us up!”

He waits for the guards to leave before doing anything further.

If/when they do leave, (if Mort doesn’t immediately revive), he will channel energy to try and awaken his friend.
Channel Energy (healing): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 = 10


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Everyone is under one roof! The celldoor apertures are somewhat occlusive, but everyone can witness the conversation between Jamis and the women.

Raella wrote:
"My understanding was that you had questions. We've come to answer them, but I'd rather do that sooner than later. How long do you think it will take?"

Sheriff Cubbin looks up from his desk, surprised by the question. "Custody first, questions later. I don't imagine it will take long now, seeing as you're the last to be gathered in."

As the pair is led into the cells, Solrisa speaks up at the doorway of a double-sized cell meant for her and Raella.

Solrisa wrote:
"I thought this was 'protective', offering us a cell seems to be 'arrestive', which is certainly not what you said, Jamis. Not sure why I need to be here at all, let alone put in a cell. I'm happy to wait by those benches over there...especially if it's just for a moment."

Jamis raises his hands to his underlings. "Solrisa, was it? You are being escorted, without manacles and leg irons, aren't you? The cell is another layer of protection, a shell within a shell. We are trying to clear up a rather unfortunate recent event, and, rest assured, your cooperation is greatly appreciated."

Raella speaks up.

Raella wrote:
"We might as well get comfortable, Sol. When are you taking over for that idiot, Jamis?"

Jamis looks relieved as Raella doesn't join her sister in argument. When she insults Cubbin, he winces, and lowers his voice.

"Keep your opinions to yourself, Raella. Especially under his roof." With his underlings surrounding him, Jamis declines to say more.

Roll20 map is updated.


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

"Come, Sol. The sooner we move,the sooner we will be done." Rae hands over her peacebound sword.

"My apologies,Jamis. When I am short on sleep, I get a bit cranky." She says as she settles into the cell.


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

Sol, not sure whether to trust this sort of 'protective' custody, follows her sister into the cell.

"Oh, Hi Mort!"
"Rae, look! It's Mort!"

"And hi Ascaria!"
"Rae, look! It's Ascaria!"

"Oh, Hi Tynan!"
"And Tynan! Rae, look!"

Sol smiles and waves cheerily to all.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed
AC 12, Naked

As the men leave to round up Rae and Sol...

Rat Sass, Ascaria, Pillette and Tynan:

Ascaria wrote:
If/when they do leave, (if Mort doesn't immediately revive), he will channel energy to try and awaken his friend.

Mortimer groans pathetically like one with a hangover experiencing a loud percussive wave as he feels the healing surge through him, but continues to lie flat on his back without movement in his cell.


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An hour passes. The Sheriff's Office, being located on the Square, allows plenty of distraction as various tavern patrons stumble to and fro on their way home, or their walks of shame.

Perception Check, DC 20:

A whispered conversation can be heard from the Sheriff's office. The first voice sounds somewhat bulbous, as if the speaker speaks over several chins. The second voice is Cubbin's.

"They are all here, I gather?"

"Yes, of course. Wouldn't do, angering you by calling you over without all of them, right?"

"Well, there's that. Well done. Next shipment is due Wealday. My thanks should be on the Lake wagon, as sure as the sun rises."

"Very kind, Manager, very kind."

Footsteps approach, a light tapping on several of the bars, and a new voice calls out to you all.

"Hello? Anyone sleeping at this hour? I wouldn't be surprised. So much more comfortable to be tucked under a warm blanket in the cool early morning hours than to be tucked into cells." The rotund face of Balabar Smenk shows itself at each and every cell door window. "Good morning. Hello. Hello. Well, you certainly seem comfortable, what, with no clothes. Good morning. Hello."

"Ah well. All the better to be safe. Now, let's see if we can find some keys, and get you out of there..." Balabar shuffles back towards the cell corridor entrance. "Helloooo? Deputy? Sheriff? Anyone there? I need these good people released... No? Anyone?"

Balabar shuffles back into view, frowning. "It appears the officers have all left the building. That's unfortunate, what, with you stuck in there like that. Ah well. Can't be helped now. I suppose we can still hold conversation here and now, so we won't waste any more of your time once Sheriff Cubbin returns." He tries to put on a more pleasant face.

"Alright. I understand today has been quite the day for you all. Very, busy day. Very, destructive day, to be more accurate." Balabar looks into Ascaria's cell, then turns to all.

"You see, I have my own little bird, and he tells me it was your crew here who broke into my Observatory. Not only that, but you killed my longtime friend. To be honest, I immediately thought to report you to the Sheriff, and have you all brought to justice for your crimes. Swift justice, sometimes, is very myopic. We like to look at big pictures here, I like to think. Before I explain myself further, would you care to explain yourselves? Would you like to deny your murder, eh? I am not a judge, of course, and I hope you will speak as freely with me as I intend to do with you."


F Halfling Servant 3

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Pillette watches Mort with concern as the hustle and bustle of new arrivals skitters through the jail. When the authoritative Smenk appears, her attention focuses on the man with quite the reputation. This is the one Lazarre disdains so much? With so much power in this forsaken berg?

Hearing his comments, the halfling is both impressed with the speed of this one's knowledge and actions and more than wary of his intentions. Crimes were prevented, not committed. But judges friendly to Smenk would not see it that way, would they?

She waits on the more respectable - and respected - folk to see how they will answer, and considers the legal implications of their posiition. These good overseers did not murder anyone. Any deaths caused were certainly more than justifiable. A man like Smenk would understand, and not bat an eye if and when the favor might be returned.... fivefold.

If another answers and draws Smenk's attention awy from her cell on the end, she'll slip the pick out from behind her ear and eye the lock on her door as closely as possible, considering picking it if the conversation goes poorly or Smenk's attention is clearly focused away from the slip's cell.

If the deputies are truly gone, than this may be our only chance to overpower this one. Otherwise, if we can"t come to some sort of deal, we'll need to hope Lazarre has enought influence to prevent executions.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed

Smenk wrote:
"Alright. I understand today has been quite the day for you all. Very, busy day. Very, destructive day, to be more accurate."

You're lucky the structure is still standing at all.

Smenk wrote:
"You see, I have my own little bird, [ ... ]"

The naked prone Mortimer expends enough energy to rolls his still shut eyes.

Tell us something we don't already know.

Smenk wrote:
"[ ... ] he tells me it was your crew here who broke into my Observatory."

To be fair -- we did knock first. Repeatedly.

Smenk wrote:
"[ ... ] I am not a judge, of course, and I hope you will speak as freely with me as I intend to do with you."

...

The unmoving stark naked Mortimer waits silently for Smenk to make his proposition already.

Take your time. I could do with a nap.


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Pillette:

The cell doors here are quite nicely worked. Solid metal plating, leaving access through the human-eye-level viewing square, and the feeding slot at ground level. The walls are stone. Metal bars are worked into the exterior window. As you entered, you were able, for the most part, to see the lock from the front of the door. It was quite average. From your side of the door, quite obstructed. It would be an interesting challenge, given the single lock pick, to try and pop the lock.

For reference, the cell doors here are quite nicely worked. Solid metal plating, leaving access through the human-eye-level viewing square, and the feeding slot at ground level. The walls are stone. Metal bars are worked into the exterior window.


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

Sol raises her hand so that she may talk.

"Oh! Are you sure he was your friend? You seem so nice...and he wasn't very nice at all. He was not a good man," Sol explains cheerfully as if she had just done the man a favor.


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F Halfling Servant 3

Hearing Sol discuss Filge, confirming what Smenk seems to already know, Pillette tries to remember how such matters were settled in Egorian. How would her Ladyship have argued this one?

"These overseers did not murder anyone, I can assure you of that, my Lord. Defending one's self, one's companions, the children of this town, and even the dead and their heirs is permitted and encouraged under the laws of the realm. It is certainly not the same as murder." Unfortunately, I'm acutely aware of how Celaxian law disposes of remaining property after a death, including the breathing bodies of slips and the not-so-respirating bodies of the deceased.

"He had no valid contacts for at least some of the bodies he seized, and by Pharasma's fate, the ArchLord's pacts, and Abadar's safely kept assets, it was he who was guilty of capital crimes, not these law abiding folk."

"I'm sure the Inquisition in Egorian would approve of flaying Filge alive when they confirm that some of his acquisitions were bound by an Asmodean contract." With so little to offer the ArchLord, the poor who turn to Asmodeus usually end up offering the only things they can - their souls, their bodies, and their children. No doubt in this Chelaxian land, at least some of Filge's victims had bound something of themselves to that God. "All these folk did was act in a manner required of dutiful Chelaxians."


Male, Gnome

Ascaria opens his mouth to speak, to correct prince, er, mister Smenk on his obviously erroneous beliefs regarding his now dead 'friend'.

But Pillette speaks first, and does so with such eloquence Ascaria can say nothing. He is both surprised and impressed with the legal argument - one he did not himself think to make in any way.

He stands mute and surprised, grinning in his cell and curious how Smenk will react.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed

Still AC 12...

Pillette wrote:
"I'm sure the Inquisition in Egorian would approve of flaying Filge alive when they confirm that some of his acquisitions were bound by an Asmodean contract."

WHOOOO-hoooo!!!! Take that -- from a halfling even -- you fat, bloated underhanded toad!

The ever still Mort works very hard not to grin broadly -- or at all -- in his cell.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22
??? wrote:
"All these folk did was act in a manner required of dutiful Chelaxians."

Sol looks to see who is talking.

"Rae, look! It's Pillette! Rae, see?!" Sol makes sure Rae sees.

"Oh, Hi Pillette! When did you get here?" Sol asks cheerily.


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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
Solrisa Iome Arabasti wrote:
??? wrote:
"All these folk did was act in a manner required of dutiful Chelaxians."

Sol looks to see who is talking.

"Rae, look! It's Pillette! Rae, see?!" Sol makes sure Rae sees.

"Oh, Hi Pillette! When did you get here?" Sol asks cheerily.

Rae grins to herself as Pillette explains things to Smenk, only to brought back yet again to her present circumstance by her sister's babbling.

"Of course it's Pillette, where else would she be? Oh, I admit she is quiet, but easy enough to notice if you *others* aren't running off at the mouth." Rae sighs and flops back against the wall again. Why, oh Why, couldn't I have been born a slip? At least then Mom could have sold me off separately and I could get some peace!


Male Human Slayer 11

Tynan watches Smenk closely as he speaks from outside the cells. Study target

He's surely behind all of us being here, but I'm certainly not giving him the satisfaction of speaking to him.

Tynan listens to Pilette speak, and barely suppresses a smile.

She's far too smart to be wasted on menial work. I'm very glad Lazare arranged for her assistance. If only she could see her own worth...

Tynan shifts his foot slightly, feeling the cold steel of the dagger hidden in his boot as it presses against his ankle.

I have a little present for you, Smenk. Oh yes I do...


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GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 18
1d20 ⇒ 17

Solrisa wrote:
"Oh! Are you sure he was your friend? You seem so nice...and he wasn't very nice at all. He was not a good man."

Balabar studies Solrisa through the eye slit, a look of surprise on his face. "Am I sure? Why of course I am, my dear. I've had years to get to know the man, not like yourself. And you measure the man and slaughter him in his place of residence, all in the span of a single day... tsk, tsk..."

Pillette wrote:

"These overseers did not murder anyone, I can assure you of that, my Lord. Defending one's self, one's companions, the children of this town, and even the dead and their heirs is permitted and encouraged under the laws of the realm. It is certainly not the same as murder."

"He had no valid contacts for at least some of the bodies he seized, and by Pharasma's fate, the ArchLord's pacts, and Abadar's safely kept assets, it was he who was guilty of capital crimes, not these law abiding folk."

"I'm sure the Inquisition in Egorian would approve of flaying Filge alive when they confirm that some of his acquisitions were bound by an Asmodean contract. All these folk did was act in a manner required of dutiful Chelaxians."

Balabar turns from Solrisa, to look directly into Pillette's cell.

Pillette:
The look behind his eyes is part intense curiosity, part... hunger...

"I'm sure I don't follow you... seizing bodies, valid contracts... My, but you speak so eloquently, Little Slip Pillette. You are certainly correct, regarding self-defense. The Observatory door was breached violently, I can only imagine what Filge must have thought... You do know he's dead, don't you, little one? You presume to know the mind of the Inquisition when you've passed judgment on the man already. You subvert justice itself in your act of vigilantism. Unless I've found myself amongst incarcerated Hellknights? No. I think not."

Sense Motive Check, DC 28:

The man follows well enough. He is unable to completely surpress subtle nods of his head which come at the discussion of illicit body snatching. It's very likely that Balabar makes very sure to keep himself quite ignorant of Filge's propensities.

The portly man continues to look into Pillette's cell. "Who is your master, Little Slip Pillette? Surely no one in Diamond Lake, by the way you speak. You are a rare thing. I like rare things."

Balabar produces a handkerchief, and dabs at the corner of his mouth, turning from one cell to speak with all. "I am not here to see you punished for this crime. I am here to educate you on the repercussions of the loss of Filge. You see, I brought him here to study a grave development occurring right here in Diamond Lake."

Blood runs from Balabar's face, as he debates how to proceed.

"I have recently petitioned Ragnolin Dourstone to consider selling his mine to me. Business is good, and Ragnolin has grown quite distant, so much so that I worry that he risks his mine's productivity. That would be a shame..." Balabar pats his brow with the same handkerchief.

"Negotiations were proceeding quite well. Almost too well, you see. I was given a tour of a new construction, descending deeper than any of my shafts. Ragnolin was quite proud of his elevator. What I was unaware of is the presence of a... of a cult. Here, in Diamond Lake of all places. Hooded figures, all of them. I was sworn to secrecy, a secrecy I'm breaking right now, with you all. Ragnolin was never going to agree to selling his mine. He only needed my resources to keep the cult supplied. Said something about the coming of a new Age. An Age of Worms. He smiled when he said it. Also threatened me and my beloved Diamond Lake should I try and bring their presence to the attention of the authorities." Balabar walks away for a moment, then returns.

"I'm not entirely sure there aren't members of our very community who participate in those dark rituals deep below the earth. What I've come here this early morning to ask you all- will you help me? Help Diamond Lake? There is an evil down there, and I fear what will happen if left unchecked."

Sense Motive Check, DC 27:

Balabar Smenk has spoken truthfully, for what he has said. He is most certainly keeping things to himself, possibly due to the mutual lack of trust in the room at present.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22
Balabar wrote:
"Am I sure? Why of course I am, my dear."

Sol looks at him through the Dragon's Eyes.


Male, Gnome

Ascaria frowns at first, and listens carefully. His right hand idly sketches a bit of Smenk’s face and hair on the wall he leans next to as he cranes to see. When Smenk has finished, he lets the echo of his voice roll over him a while, seemingly for hours, before blurting out, an instant later, ”Oh whew!! That’s great. We thought you might be one of the bad guys, but you’re one of the good guys aren’t you!”

”So he’s got a cult deep in the mine? An evil cult?! That can’t be good for the miners. I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m in for whatever can be done.” Ascaria jumps to the window to try to see the others, but can’t hold on and hops back down.

”So I don’t think we can investigate now, I still need to get some rest before my cup runneth over as they say. But we could look into it this afternoon, er, or at least I can. Like I said, I can’t speak for the others.”

He thinks some more, ”So on what authority do we do this? Are you going to deputize us or something?”


Male Human Slayer 11

Tynan listens to Smenk's words, and watches as he speaks.

Sense Motive 1: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 = 31 Studied

Sense Motive 2: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 = 29 Studied

He walks to the door of his cell, and breaks his silence.

"You didn't know about his twisted hobby, did you." He says so with utter confidence. "You really should get to know your "friends" better..."

Tynan pauses, and looks Smenk directly in his beady eyes.

"That said, I know you're telling the truth about this cult." He raises an eyebrow, and continues. "However, if you want ANY help from me, you're going to tell me the rest of what you know. I can see you're holding something back."


F Halfling Servant 3
Sol wrote:
"When did you get here?"

"A good servant is available when needed." And unnoticed until then.

Smenk wrote:
"I'm sure I don't follow you... You presume to know the mind of the Inquisition..."

You had better follow your foe's logic if you expect to counter it before the Inquisition. And be prepared to use your own logic... and gold... to help make up the Inquisition's mind for them. Inconvenient evidence to the contrary can be explained away, with the right argument... and connectons. She blinks sweetly, trying to size up just how this man would fare before true Hellknights and their masters. Is this berg so isolated that he has little understanding or influence? Or is he so sure of his position that he doesn't fear?

Smenk wrote:
"Who is your master, little slip?"

Her mouth goes dry with the memory of her true Mistress, as well as the Lady's unworthy heir, their fate leaving a taste of dry ash on her pallette. Perhaps one day I'll have a true Master who will make you quake. She strokes her chest for reassurance.

She simply nods as Ascaria's counter-offer is proposed. Negotiations. Now this is something Lady Aspexia would have understood. She looks closely for Smenk's reaction, very curious as to the source of the blood on his kerchief.

The Sense Motive checks are beyond her, but she'll look keenly at the bloody hanky. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15


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

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 Sense Motive
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 Sense Motive

Sol tilts her head, thinking, listening, wondering. She looks at Rae, wondering what she has to say.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Know (religion) - Age of Wurms


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 listens, her gut tightening as she remembers the worm in Filge's belongings, covered in slime.

"Your resources to keep the cult supplied in *what* exactly?" she asks in through narrowed eyes.

"I am finding it hard to feel... congenial...with you when we are locked in here, and you, clearly, have the ear of our jailors."


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Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 17/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed
SC actually 13. Forgot about Dodge

Smenk wrote:
"The Observatory door was breached violently, I can only imagine what Filge must have thought..."

The door? Breached violently?! No it wasn't -- not by us -- I stopped kicking it. Filge was so obsessed with his work -- he never heard even that!

Smenk wrote:
"Who is your master, Little Slip Pillette? Surely no one in Diamond Lake, by the way you speak. You are a rare thing. I like rare things."

Unable to contain the Stillness anymore, Mort's fists clench, and he begins to wrench himself from his coma ruse.

Don't you even think of using her for profit... Bastard!

Smenk wrote:
"I am not here to see you punished for this crime. I am here to educate you on the repercussions of the loss of Filge. You see, I brought him here to study a grave development occurring right here in Diamond Lake."

... Like some sort of grave mistake...? Mort stands in full view of his cell door window, waiting to catch Smenk's attention. He watches Smenk blanch and hedge.

Smenk wrote:
"I have recently petitioned Ragnolin Dourstone to consider selling his mine to me. Business is good, and Ragnolin has grown quite distant, so much so that I worry that he risks his mine's productivity. That would be a shame..."

Mort watches Smenk pat the sweat off of his brow.

What was that word Filge used?... Simpleton?! Hells' Bells -- Smenk's greed is waaay beyond his girth...

Smenk wrote:
"I'm not entirely sure there aren't members of our very community who participate in those dark rituals deep below the earth. What I've come here this early morning to ask you all- will you help me? Help Diamond Lake? There is an evil down there, and I fear what will happen if left unchecked."

He's way out of his element.

... did he say Age of Worms? Mort tries not to think about the worm in the unbreakable jar. Nah...

Mortimer waits for Smenk to notice him standing in plain view in front of the cell door window.
When Smenk finally does, Mortimer stares at the obese business man in silence with a raised and compromised eyebrow for quite a long while, arms crossed.

He could have had us coming in. He could have had us at anytime during the entire day. No. He had to wait until we were -- er -- separate and seriously busy. Either he's still playing us, or he's actually that gullible.

At long last Mortimer says quite calmly and evenly, "You've deprived me of some serious recreational time. Let's talk about it in a more civil environment, shall we? Who knows?", he cocks his head to the side briefly,"Likely I'll even dress for the occasion."


|Roll20 Link- Carrion Crown| |Roll20 Link- Age of Worms|

GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 11
1d20 ⇒ 5

Solrisa:

(de)
Aside from Smenk's obvious sincerity, the mention of an Age of Worms tickles the back of your mind. An age of darkness, of writhing shapes in the corner of your eye, of fertile fields of excrement that beckon forth dark ascensions... stories told to children in order to keep the faith in the current gods strong for generations...

Pillette:

The handkerchief is as white as it first was when produced. Smenk uses it to gather the spittle at the corner of his mouth, and sweat from his brow. Blood running from his face was respectful enough to remain beneath the skin as the man turned pale...

Tynan wrote:
"You didn't know about his twisted hobby, did you. You really should get to know your 'friends' better... That said, I know you're telling the truth about this cult. However, if you want ANY help from me, you're going to tell me the rest of what you know. I can see you're holding something back."

Balabar moves to Tynan's cell, keeping a healthy distance. "Tynan, is it? How is Stella these days? A shame about her son... come to think about it, you do look an awfully lot like him, so the gods are kind... I will never get to know Filge better, now. Your lot saw to that. As for what else I know, well... I know that your group is not afraid to brave cairns. This is primarily why I'm petitioning you as a group now. You obviously have strength in numbers, and you have your very own healer to boot. Let me see, what else? Oh, only that the worm Filge was studying is associated with something rank called a Spawn of Kyuss. Filge was quite interested to learn more of that kind of undead. I'm afraid I have nothing else to bring into the light."

Sense Motive Check, DC 21:

... at least nothing he's willing to share.

Raella wrote:
"Your resources to keep the cult supplied in *what* exactly? I am finding it hard to feel... congenial...with you when we are locked in here, and you, clearly, have the ear of our jailors."

Balabar swings to face the women's cell. "Well, now, I was asked to supply various menial things, like foodstuffs and sundries, but in bulk, over time. I have no estimate for how many of them might be down there, but for all I supplied over the last month, they can exist down there for some time for all I provided. Ragnolin runs a skeleton crew these days, so it would seem outrageous to all others that he would need such a supply had he asked for it himself."

"I do apologize. I felt it best that we meet like this for two reasons- one, so we could truly be alone, and two, my safety. After all, you did slay my friend. You do understand, don't you? Might you satisfy my curiosity? Which one of you severed his head clean off? That was quite impressive, if one can look at it objectively."

Sense Motive Check, DC 15:

He is not interested in the answer, objectively. He is seeking to mark someone as 'the one', likely, for personal reasons.

Mortimer wrote:
"You've deprived me of some serious recreational time. Let's talk about it in a more civil environment, shall we? Who knows? Likely I'll even dress for the occasion."

Balabar pats his hands together. Due to their fleshy quality, hardly a noise is made. He smiles politely at the naked giant, and continues.

Ascaria wrote:
"So on what authority do we do this? Are you going to deputize us or something?"

Balabar's color returns a little to his face. "Oh, wonderful! I will be in your debt, of course, should you all agree with Ascaria to pursue this investigation. I will make my resources available to you, but I can not be seen to outwardly support you or condone your actions, let alone authorize them. You will be trespassing when you enter the Dourstone Mine, and I will deny any involvement in your activity. I will help in any way I can should you get caught. As you can see, I have a little pull with Cubbin and his boys, but I can only assist you so much. I can not move mountains. I am not a prince, nor do I run this town behind the scenes. Governor Neff would frown upon what we're doing. Hells, he'd probably frown upon your consulting his brother. I think he will understand, given time."

"So, what say you all?"


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

Sol waves to ask a question, her eyes darting to Rae.

"Excuse me, what did you say you were going to pay us for doing this? I could be doing my real job...but Rae...uh...my sister is really good at bonking and you should hire her for sure!"


Male Human Slayer 11
Smenk wrote:
"I'm afraid I have nothing else to bring into the light."

Sense Motive 1: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 = 15 Studied

Smenk wrote:
"I do apologize. I felt it best that we meet like this for two reasons- one, so we could truly be alone, and two, my safety. After all, you did slay my friend. You do understand, don't you? Might you satisfy my curiosity? Which one of you severed his head clean off? That was quite impressive, if one can look at it objectively."

Sense Motive 2: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 1 = 30 Studied

I may believe you, Smenk, but I certainly don't trust you...


F Halfling Servant 3

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Keen eyes peer at the rather paled man. No, not blood. That's seems to be just sweat dabbed on his handkerchief. It seems this cult greatly unsettles him, enough to entrust the killers of his 'friend' with such a risky task.

The halfling relaxes just a little as she hears Mort's voice. Thank the Nine! Mort can't be too wounded if he speaks of interruptions.

Sol wrote:
"...but Rae...uh...my sister is really good at bonking and you should hire her for sure!"

I had no idea! I must watch those sisters more closely! But still, offering the angry one to such one such as... Remembering the hungry look on Balabar's face, she shudders.

"I shall be at Master Ascaria's service, of course." Not yours, Smenk. Even if you have sense enough to negotiate from strength, have the insight to enlist expendables on a very risky mission, I do not wish to be the one to satisfy your curiosity, and definitely not to appease your hunger. If Sol wants to sell Rae's services to you, I guess that's their business.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

"Just one question, Smenk.", says Mort, donning his pants and boots among other things. "Did you go to the Observatory and see the damage for yourself? You say that the front door was breached violently. I assure you, we did not leave it like that. If what you say is true, then either your sources lied to you, or they staged it themselves really put the scare in you for their own entertainment."

He crawls into his tunic.

"Either way, I'd pick my resources more carefully if I were you. Who knows what else they might have pulled past you."


|Roll20 Link- Carrion Crown| |Roll20 Link- Age of Worms|
Solrisa wrote:
"Excuse me, what did you say you were going to pay us for doing this? I could be doing my real job...but Rae...uh...my sister is really good at bonking and you should hire her for sure!"

"Well, I suppose it depends on what you find. What are you currently making as your daily income now, Solrisa? I can't argue that one should forego a living wage while risking one's health. That goes for each of you, of course. Shall I begin with... 60 gold each? Well, at least for those who choose to investigate for the day?"

Balabar looks in on Raella. "Good at 'bonking', are you? Was that your work, then? 'Bonked' Filge really well?" His eyes through the cell door take on a very measured look.

Pillette wrote:
""I shall be at Master Ascaria's service, of course."

Balabar hums a little. "Very good. 'Master' Ascaria is a lucky gnome, isn't he?" He smiles politely at the halfling.

Mortimer wrote:

"Just one question, Smenk.", says Mort, donning his pants and boots among other things. "Did you go to the Observatory and see the damage for yourself? You say that the front door was breached violently. I assure you, we did not leave it like that. If what you say is true, then either your sources lied to you, or they staged it themselves really put the scare in you for their own entertainment."

"Either way, I'd pick my resources more carefully if I were you. Who knows what else they might have pulled past you."

"Perhaps we have different definitions of 'violent', Mortimer. I generally trust those who work with me. Damage wrought against a door, to me, is terribly violent. If you're denying damaging my Observatory door, then I'll probably talk with my little bird to try and understand the report better. Thank you for your concern, nonetheless."

"Since we're comfortable enough asking questions, may I ask why you have owl eyes and a flower pot drawn around your nipples?" Balabar's inflection rings genuine curiosity.

"Well, I've kept you long enough, and it is too late into the night, too early into the morning for you to not know the comfort of your own beds. I think I hear someone's return. Yes. Before I go, I want to wish you much success. I ask selfishly, to be sure, because my life is Diamond Lake itself, but I am also entreating you and your strength to guard Diamond Lake from a creeping ruin that infests us even now. If you need to reach me, leave word at the Feral Dog with Kullen. Tell him you need to speak to Filge, and he will understand. Kullen will act as our go-between."

...

After concluding your consultation with Balabar Smenk, he leaves. Shortly thereafter, each of you is released individually. The full contingent of underlings is there to supervise your departure. Solrisa and Raella are returned their peacebonded weapons by Deputy Jamis.

The hour is three bells, Starday barely begun.


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Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)
Smenk wrote:
"Perhaps we have different definitions of 'violent', Mortimer. I generally trust those who work with me. Damage wrought against a door, to me, is terribly violent. If you're denying damaging my Observatory door, then I'll probably talk with my little bird to try and understand the report better. Thank you for your concern, nonetheless."

"Oh, I'm not denying that I damaged it -" Mortimer stops abruptly. - perhaps you're right -- we have different definitions of 'violent'. And 'breached'. That door was intact enough to prevent Canary from getting past...

Mortimer sighs.

If he doesn't already know, perhaps it's better not to call attention to how we actually got in...

Smenk wrote:
"Since we're comfortable enough asking questions, may I ask why you have owl eyes and a flower pot drawn around your nipples?"

With his fingers entwined together, Mortimer wearily pushes the palms of his hands over his face past his hairline all the way to the back of the top of his head. Following through with the movement, he turns his palms upwards and stretches, simultaneously cracking his knuckles, elbows, shoulders and knees.

He yawns.

"Souvenirs.", he says as he relaxes.


Male, Gnome

Status:
HP: 18/18 AC: 11 (F10/T11)
Weapon Equipped = None
Cold Iron Bullets (5/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = None
Life Link (3) = Mort, Rae, Tynan
Channel Energy (7/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (6/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command

Ascaria thanks his jailers for his release, and turns to the others, ”Let’s stick to our plan - a late, late breakfast, lunch really, at the Gar. I need some sleep yet this night if I’m to be useful at all tomorrow.”

Ascaria stumbles back home and tries not to wake Tidwoad as he climbs back into bed. If he fails, or the next morning when he awakens, he chats with his amiable landlord. ”Yeah, we took out a necromancer yesterday, and it turns out he had some powerful friends that wanted to give us a bit of a warning off. No problem really, I don’t think we’ll be killing him again!” he laughs lightheartedly.

He does not share the information about the cultists.

He arrives, late, to the Gar and settles in, eating hungrily. He eyes Mort, but lets the question fester for now. Instead he says, ”So do we want to check out the caverns first - trying to go down into the depths - or do you want to jump right into this Dourstone Mine problem?”

”I kinda don’t like to leave things hanging, and it feels like there’s still some things to do in the cave, but cultists, man, that’s not good.”


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

"I can find my own work, Ris!" Rae grumbles at her too-helpful sister.

"But, we may have need of supplies, and time is valuable, so I'll not turn it down."

Mort wrote:
"Souvenirs"

Rae catches herself trying to imagine what such souvenirs might entail, then shakes her head,hard. nope, don'twannaknow...nopenope...flowerpot?

***

Once freed, Rae makes her way home with her chatty sister, mostly ignoring her frothing. Finally, though, enough is enough.

"SOL! STOP! Can you just once...try being quiet for a change? I need to sleep and so do you. Now, GO.TO.SLEEP!" Still muttering to herself, she slips into the fitful sleep until late the next morning.

Bathed and dressed and ready to face whatever today's hell may be, she joins the others at The Gar for lunch.

Ascaria wrote:

He arrives, late, to the Gar and settles in, eating hungrily. He eyes Mort, but lets the question fester for now. Instead he says, ”So do we want to check out the caverns first - trying to go down into the depths - or do you want to jump right into this Dourstone Mine problem?”

”I kinda don’t like to leave things hanging, and it feels like there’s still some things to do in the cave, but cultists, man, that’s not good.”

"Yeah... I am more than ready to shake the dust of this pit of a town from my boots, but cultists.... that's just not right." Great... I'm stuck in this s$@!hole now. Craptastic!

"I suppose there's not any other choice, really." Snagging a roll, Rae bites it in half, expending some of her frustration in chewing. " I guess we can hit the caves first, but we need to be quick"


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

Sol stretches as she is released from her cell, unconsciously rejoicing in being released. Strapping her peacebonded sword upon her back before removing it again, removing the peace bond, then putting it back on again.

Sol walks home in silence, anxious to get back to sleep.

* * *

Sol still arises bright and early, pulling open the flower curtains to let the sun in and set the tea to boil.

Dressing while humming, shining her armor and sword, sipping tea until it is time to leave for breakfast, Sol quietly contemplates.

Upon arriving at the Gar, Sol orders food...eggs and toast...and eats merrily with her new friends.

Ascaria wrote:
"Do we want to check out the caverns first...?"

Sol puts down her toast, looking at Ascaria.

"Why would want to go back there, Ascaria? I thought we had done all that we needed to do there and stopped the whispering. If anything we should seal up the entrance to protect anything else from coming and going out," Sol asks.


Male, Gnome
Solrisa Iome Arabasti wrote:

Sol puts down her toast, looking at Ascaria.

"Why would want to go back there, Ascaria? I thought we had done all that we needed to do there and stopped the whispering. If anything we should seal up the entrance to protect anything else from coming and going out," Sol asks.

Ascaria responds lightly, "Well, I'm not sure we're done there. We haven't, I don't think, checked out all the areas we have access to, have we? I just want to be thorough. If my hunch is right, it won't take but an hour or two and we're done."

He thinks a moment, "And then, yes, I want to disable all the stuff we enabled to get in so no one hurts themselves."

"Then we can head into the Dourstone Mine before dinner. I mean, I can probably go in freely enough, but I don't think I can bring you guys without a reason. I have no idea what that reason would be either - other than the truth which might not get us much of a welcome."

GM Rat Sass:
Do I know any overseers in the Dourstone Mine? Someone I could ask for a tour - at least get us part way into the complex? Also, I'm assuming I can more or less go where I please within the towns mines due to my reputation. Within reason of course...


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Status:

AC 17, 21 on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex

Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed

Drained, Mortimer Smith makes his way wearily back to Osgood's and drags himself up the stairs to his room. He promptly face plants on his bedroll feeling exhausted and thoroughly unsatisfied. Soon Oblivion takes over as he falls into a deep slumber.

Morning comes abruptly to him, it seems, the dawn rudely awakens the sleeping man.

He groggily disinters himself from the floor, moves to his adventuring garb folded neatly on the cot and prepares for the day's excursions.

Stumbling down the stairs, he stops to prepare the Smith and its equipment for the day's toils before heading for the ' Gar around midday.

GM Sass:
He looks for Manlin briefly, wondering if he'd had a chance to melt down the iron ball, but won't disturb him if he's not already up and about.

~
Arriving at the ' Gar, Mortimer orders a buffet for himself and whoever else might wish to partake.

Ascaria wrote:
"So do we want to check out the caverns first - "

At this suggestion Mortimer nods his head vigorously, his mouth too stuffed with food to respond properly.

Sol wrote:

"Why would want to go back there, Ascaria?"

Ascaria wrote:
"I just want to be thorough. If my hunch is right, it won't take but an hour or two and we're done. And then, yes, I want to disable all the stuff we enabled to get in so no one hurts themselves."

Never having had the belief that there could only be one booby-trapped entrance to the Real Sarcophagus Room, the possibility of what might lie beneath the bridge spans to the Air Column had never really left his mind. He stops masticating long enough to say,"Yes, what Ascaria said..." before helping himself to another pile of meat.


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

Sol looks to see if Rae has anything to say and finishes her breakfast. She has no further questions or thoughts at this time.


Male Human Slayer 11

Tynan makes his way through the dark streets and back to his room, slipping in quietly so as not to disturb Stella. He settles into bed, and shakes his head.

Working for Smenk... what could possibly go wrong?

Sleep takes a long time to come, as a myriad of possible answers parade through his head, each worse than the one before. Eventually, exhaustion sets in, and he falls into a fitful sleep.

---

Still yawning as he arrives at the Gar, Tynan joins the others at the table. He listens to Ascaria's plans, and nods in agreement.

"Getting into the mine will be tricky. What is the schedule like, Ascaria?"


Male, Gnome

Ascaria takes a big mouthful of food and thinks a moment.

"I don't really know what the schedules are per se. I don't really pay that much attention. I can find out though I should think. Why what's your plan?"


Male, Gnome

GM Rat Sass:
1) Have I been in the Dourstone Mine?
2) Do I know the rough layout? Nothing specific of course.
3) Do I know where we might find a map of the mine if I have no clue? Is there a central office?
4) Does the mine work at night, or just the day shift? Do I have any inkling of the schedule?


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

Sol looks to see if Rae has anything to say and shakes her head as now is the time to complain before decisions are made with which she might disagree. Sol is ready to go.

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