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Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Isabel's:
Darian smiles and closes his eyes, his hand still wandering over Isabel's soft, smooth skin until the two are thoroughly asleep.

Darian wakes about an hour before dawn. He looks over at the sleeping form of Isabel still laying atop and intermingled with him. He carefully moves himself free of her without waking her, and quietly begins getting himself dressed. He then sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for Isabel to awaken.


Ephemeral GameMaster

Any of the team that stays at the Long Roads Coffeehouse will probably catch Laria shooing a rather comely young male (probably a student) out of her room while she's draped in naught but her bedsheets when you poke your head of of the bunk room. For any who see this, she simply grins and winks before shutting the door to presumably wash up and dress. Roll20 map updated with Upper Floor.

Map Legend:
  • B1. Public Dining - The Long Roads Coffeehouse features a large dining room for customers and bakery space behind the counters. A massive oven is used for cakes and pastries, as well as roasting coffee beans every evening for the next morning’s rush. A large portrait of Queen Abrogail II hangs above the bar—a new (and legally mandated) addition to the decor.
  • B2. Office - This room houses most of the shop’s licenses, financial records, and outstanding orders. A trap door leads up to area B4.
  • B3. Pantry - Used to store commonly used ingredients.
  • B4. Study - The coffeehouse’s second floor is dedicated to personal space surrounding this spacious study.
  • B5. Employee Room - This comfortable common area is for any employees who need lodging, and is furnished with beds, dressers, chests, and desks.
  • B6. Guest Room - This narrow bunk room accommodates the occasional human-sized visitors and guests.
  • B7. Laria’s Room - Laria’s personal chambers dominate the southwestern half of the upper floor.

The day at the coffeehouse goes as usual, and presumably those of the team who stayed leave for their own lodgings and any occupation they must still attend. Eventually, all who feel the call to act begin to return...

Feel free to provide as little or as much description on your day as you'd like. If you would like for me to provide any NPC interactions with Laria or Rexus or any of those NPCs which are important to your character (such as Darian's family and estate per his Disc Thread question) feel free to call it out to me using a spoiler to help us keep past and present congruous when possible.


Male Human (Varisian) Psychic 2nd AC 13/13/12 / HP 12 / F +1 R +1 W +5 / Init. +1 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +7

Midnight at the Long Roads (Avrora & Galen):
There's a slight startle to Galen as he glances up in Avrora's direction, though he recovers himself quickly and offers her a smile. "Oh, Avrora hello I...I'm not keeping you up with the candlelight am I? I was just recalling some of the ways I used to remember my Nan in how she'd do a harrowing...a fortune-telling." Galen looks up at Avrora then and smiles sheepishly at her, even as he deftly scoops up the laid-out cards in a seven-star pattern and starts to shuffle them back to a cohesive deck again. "Nan wasn't really a Harrower and this isn't a true Harrow Deck you see, even though she did have the dreamsight and could interpret visions at times, even if only rarely. But all enterprising Varisians still know something of how to pretend to tell fortunes, and she'd do that quite a bit in her shop in Old Kintargo for those that assumed she could read their future in the cards."

He sighs and fondly shuffles the deck in his hands with practiced skill and dexterity. "I didn't pay enough attention to the various patterns and how to interpret the combinations, even though I recall some of them - I was more interested in dice and common card games of chance you see, games I could play with my friends and win some quick coin for a drink or entry to the dance halls. For some reason though tonight it felt good to remember some of the old ways..." Shaking his head out of some past reverie, Galen smiles again at her and sets down the deck. "I'm sorry you're not sleeping easier here in our...um...elaborate quarters, such as they are. I'd offer you some tea but the last bit I have left in my pack would probably just keep you up instead of relax you."

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Isabel's:
Missing the warmth of another body Isabel stirs and then slowly opens her eyes to see Darian's form sitting on the edge of the bed. She stretches pointedly, moaning with pleasure at the feeling and uncaring for how the sheet slides down her body as she does so. "Leaving so soon? I can at least give you breakfast."


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Isabel's:
Darian smiles and shakes his head, "Wasn't going to leave without saying good morning, and talking," he says as his eyes reflexively wanders along with the sheet. He leans down to kiss Isabel good morning, but as the kiss grows with passion, his hands take a mind of their own and begin to wander...and before long his clothes and the sheet again seem to remove themselves...

An hour later, Darian once more sits up onto the edge of the bed. "So yeah, Good Morning," he says with a laugh. His face grows serious before he adds, "But we are going to have to talk about some things before we meet up with the others. You mentioned on the way here last nights belief in loyalty and trust. I agree, but at this point in...whatever this is our little collective is doing, we need to be careful. Even if we were the most capable warriors in the city, which we aren't, and we had each other's backs one hundred and ten percent, which I doubt, we are still so vastly outnumbered that we would be crushed in an instant if we aren't careful. Our number one priority needs to be keeping Barzillai's eyes looking elsewhere while we gather a loyal, capable base of people to work with in this. Garner support in the shadows and carefully pick our shots."

He turns and looks Isabel in the eye, rolling back into her bed as he does so to be closer to her, "We are going to have to be very cautious too," he adds. "Rumors spread like wild fire. And before this, the two of us were essentially business acquaintances, as student and teacher. Us starting a public relationship just as a rebellion begins to form will draw attention to ourselves, and attention on us will indirectly draw attention onto those around us. I've seen it happen before."

Darian pushes a strand of Isabel's hair out of her face and behind her ear, "Don't take this the wrong way, I am not making some childish excuse to slip out. I do care about you. If you have any doubt, do that trick you did last night where you got in my head." Once any of Isabel's emotional concerns are assuaged, Darian once more begins to get dressed, "I appreciate the offer for breakfast, but I'm going to have to get back to my house to at least check in and let my family know I'm alright. I'll eat with them and take that time to handle any chiding I may or may not have in store before I meet up with you guys at the Longroads. I would bet a platinum piece that I was already seen coming in here last night, so I will not have trouble leaving today. But in the future, I may need to work up an illusion to keep people from connecting dots from us back to the group."

Certainly not done with the RP at Isabel's, but going ahead and making a spoiler for the next scene involving Darian.

Aulamaxa Estate:
Darian walks back casually to his home, heading into the Greens as if he had just finished a night-long stroll. He nods politely to any Dottari he passes at the gates into the district. As he reaches the main row of mansions, his eye lands on the Victocora ruins, sending a cold chill up his spine, before he turns right and heads on to his own home.

He is greeted at the front door by one of their servants, who helps him out of his cloak and takes his sword and shield. Harcule comes surging out of the dining room, the dogs high pitched yapping raking on Darian's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Hush Harcule!" Darian scolds to no avail. He makes his way to the dining room, Harcule's barking following his every step. His parents are already eating breakfast when he enters. "Good Morning," he greets the pair before sitting beside his father at the table. Another servant quickly prepares a plate for Darian and places it in front of him.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Isabel:
Isabel smiles at Darian as he speaks, not saying anything as he deals with one of her darkest fears, that he wouldn't see her as anything more than an a pleasant night. "Whether you were seen or not shouldn't be too much of a problem. People will just congratulate you for getting into my bed." She grins, eyes fully alight with mischief. "I am considered something of a catch you know!" Her grin spreads wider as she watches him dress. "You aren't so bad yourself."

Sitting up on the bed, and drawing the sheet around her in recognition of the serious nature of their conversation, she continues. "Your point about secrecy is well taken. We can't walk out into the open and demand Thrune's head - no matter how much we may want to. I just don't want us to be so secretive that we close ourselves off from the people and the city. If the people only know of us then there will be rumours. If they actually know us then they're much more likely to keep our secrets, especially if they are involved with us." She smiles wryly - we can agree to disagree though.

Looking at Darian seriously Isabel breathes deeply for a moment. "You're right about our relationship. If you think it is a good idea to keep it secret then we can do that. From a social point of view it would serve me better than you - I'd be gaining advantage, and Shelyn knows how your mother would react. I like you, Darian." Isabel bites her lip as she says this, "I think it could even grow to something more, if you wanted it to as well. I'm not after your money or your families position. So if we keep this quiet I don't mind." She leans in to kiss him deeply, and then glides through the room into her dressing room to dress.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Isabel's:
Darian snickers at the talk of the two of them being catches. As she begins talking about the task at hand, Darian nods. "Right, but we have to be careful of who we trust and be selective about who we let into our circle. It is obvious Barzillai aready has agents on the streets."

Darian sighs and replies, "Asmodeus' backside to what my mother, or anyone, thinks of my relationships. I'm not some prize stallion for her to sell off breeding rights to. How about we keep it quiet, for the sake of what we are trying to accomplish for Kintargo, let things develop as they will, and see where it takes us?"


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3

Midnight, with Galen:
"Fascinating!" Avrora says earnestly as Galen recounts the tales of his Old Nan. "As a girl, I was always thrilled by the Moths--erm, the Varisian fortunetellers in the markets. They seemed so mysterious and so, so organic, you know?" She traces a finger across the bed covers toward the cards. " I'd sometimes daydream that I was a gypsy runaway, living a life of adventure on the streets of Little Lowcleft. Once I even tried to escape my bedroom by shimmying down the garden trellis and into the yard. I fell and ripped my dress, got a scabbed knee. Oh you wouldn't believe the thrashing I got that day. Anyway..." she pauses touching the edge of the deck that Galen has set down. "...My parents always told me that fortune telling was a scam, that magic couldn't possibly be found in a deck of cards. But it's still fun to think of, isn't it, that the whole secrets of the universe might lie just on the other side of a piece of paper, if only one were brave enough...to...look?" She flips the top card over, revealing its face.

What should the card be??? GM? :)


Ephemeral GameMaster

Avrora/Galen:
Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 2 Keys (Dexterity)
Alignment: 1d10 ⇒ 6 Chaotic Neutral

The Rabbit Prince

@Avrora: Do you want me to spell out what this card represents, or would you like it to be a mystery to Avrora which she can discover through play? I imagine Galen would be familiar with its association, but I can spoiler that for him separately if desired. Based on his own confession of no talent, he would not likely be able to explain why this would pertain to Avrora.

@Galen: What cards are missing for this to not be a true Harrow deck? Or were you meaning it wasn't a Harrow deck at all? Which might change the results of the above roll...


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Male Human (Varisian) Psychic 2nd AC 13/13/12 / HP 12 / F +1 R +1 W +5 / Init. +1 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +7

Midnight at the Long Roads (Avrora & Galen):
"Fortune-telling is very often a scam...and more about the trade to get at the gullible and get them to reveal things about themselves they would not normally reveal, in the hopes of knowing their future." Galen grins boyishly as he watches Avrora's face intently as she draws the card from the top deck. "But a true Harrowing can be real if the teller has the sight and the spark...I've seen real harrowings before offered to clan leaders and they always respected the interpretations...hey look you got The Rabbit Prince!"

Galen peers intently at the card Avrora pulls with interest, nodding at her as if in agreement of the draw. "Oh I like that one, The Rabbit Prince! Mostly I just learned to play 'Towers' with Old Nan and her deck but I always liked that one for a bit of luck!" He taps the card lightly in her hand at the top and says with an affected air and suddenly mysterious voice, "A notable choice, stranger, for you to choose this card with the battles yet to come. The Rabbit Prince is no stranger to combat, favoring guile and speed over brute strength in the method to best your opponent. Yet be ye warned, stranger, that even the most skilled swordswoman can have a strap broken or sword slip in the heat of battle at the most inopportune moment, causing calamity and a piercing of one's pride...if not a piercing of one's own heart! Cads, Aldori bravados and even noble scions pay homage to The Rabbit Prince if they know what's good for them should they succumb to their overarching pride!"

Galen chuckles at his own impromptu performance, though his smile fades suddenly when he realizes he might have given unintended offense to Avrora. "Not that it means you have to worry about that truly Avrora...I mean that's just a 'choosing card' and a Harrowing needs a three-by-three to even pretend to show your past, present and future, so...just a bit of fun really!"

@DM: Well mainly I liked the notion of Galen having a Harrow deck from his grandmother but of course couldn't afford the 100gp price, so I just figured I had to differentiate it a bit with the 1gp fortune-teller's deck version. The Harrow cards are really neat (I have a cards set as well as CotCT) but of course I put it in Galen's character for flavor and story.


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3

Midnight at the Long Roads (Avrora & Galen):
Avrora claps her hands in delight at Galen's antics. She gently bites her fingertips as his theatrics intensify, laughing softly when he feigns a thrusting sword or a chokehold on himself.

But when she lifts the card closer to examine it under the glow of the lamp, she seems to sober up a bit. She scrutinizes the portrait for a moment, her brow wrinkling in concern. "Do you... Do you think he knows?" She whispers. "Do you think he knows about the hourglass dangling from his neck? His broken blade? His tattered cloak?" She sets the card down silently and swallows thickly. "I'm not sure what's worse. To fight on hopelessly against impossible odds, filled with false hope of a victory that will never come. Or... Or. To feel the noose around your neck. To know that, whatever path you choose, your future is only a shallow grave. To know that you are doomed."

She picks up the card and places it in Galen's soft hand, grasping his with both of her own in a gentle embrace. "Let's hope that we are not princes, then, but paupers. At least paupers know their lot in life." Her smile is bittersweet, at once hopeful and forlorn. "Thank you, my friend. Now, let's get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow."

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Isabel's:
The way Isabel kisses Darian at the end of his sentence, as well as her undignified sniggering at how he describes his mother, shows that she approves of the idea wholeheartedly.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Eventually, Darian makes his way back to the Longroads and greets Larissa politely, as if just partaking of her shops wares, before having a seat with a coffee and bearclaw to eat on while he waits for the others.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

After seeing Darian out Isabel returns to her studio and dances for an hour or so, working out the lingering soreness and aches accumulated over the past day (and nights!) activities. Once she is finally moving with her old grace, she lets her movements loosen, rising and falling as her thoughts replay themselves over the past hours.

She only stops when Annette comes to see her, with a cup of tea and a conspiratorial grin. Isabel remains slightly coy - confirming that she had a tryst but not revealing the name, although she assures Annette that it is for Annettes safety rather than any cussedness on Isabel's part.

It is late morning by the time Isabel leaves the house. She had intended to go earlier, but had not allowed for her class with a number of the youngest daughters of the Greens nobility. After two hours of teaching eight-year-olds the basic poses and steps Isabel finally managed to wash, change and make her way out for a well deserved coffee.

Arriving at the Long Roads Isabel greets Laria in her usual friendly fashion, smiles kindly to Shelly, and makes her way across the room, smiling and chatting until she comes to the table next to Darian, where she sits.


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3

Avrora rises early, never really achieving a restful sleep after her nightmare and talk with Galen. She sits upon her bed in the dim light, feet tucked neatly under her, eyes closed as she says her morning prayers. Her invocations to the Everbloom remind her of the roses from her dream, and she cannot rid herself of the image of the Rabbit Prince, his broken blade raised in defense of his tarnished crown. She thinks of the feeling of helpnesses she felt against the hellhound, and shivers.

"...thus having remembrance steadfastly in my heart of Thee." She concludes her prayer, then rises. She tiptoes to the washroom, pleased to find that Laria has provided warm water, a basin, and a brick of sweet-smelling soap. She disrobes from her sleeping clothes and cleanses her body, examining her naked form in the tarnished mirror. Her fingers linger over the scars on her back, where the hellhound would have struck her, wondering which explanation is worse, the reality or the dream. She examines the rose tattoo on her shoulder, fresher and newer than the scars, wondering again if it isn't larger than she remembers. It was hard to tell...

Not long after, she emerges into the common area of the shop, fully clothed and armored, her morningstar secured to her hip. "Why, good morning. You both look well rested." She sips her rosehip tea, noting its popularity throughout the shop, perhaps in response to its nighttime prohibition. "I suppose we should set out as soon as the others are up and arrived."


Ephemeral GameMaster

@Avora: I'm not clear if you're wanting me to add some significance to the Harrow draw or not, or leave it to you for pure RP purposes. Let me know.

Laria greets everyone who arrives no different than any other customers making casual small talk while somehow always disengaging to check the oven, process counter transactions for those on the go, and even running some food out herself. A couple of other employees aside from Shelly are there for the morning and lunch rushes, and Laria manages them with the ease of long practice and the confidence of one who knows her people are competent.

For his part Shelly looks as depressed and miserable as usual the effortless grace of his precise movements witnessed last night nowhere in evidence. Well, at first glance in any case, once studied, one can see that no movement is wasted and any time a new person enters, from behind his long bangs, the man's eyes quickly catalog each and every step the person takes while inside the dining room.

Isabel: When Isabel once again smiles his way, Shelly looks down and sighs loudly as if the mere thought of returning the pleasant expression sucked all the energy out of him.

Darian, Isabel, Avrora: Laria drops by the table.

"How are my little society page people today?" She seems awfully bubbly.

She suddenly squints and peers at Isabel and Darian closely. Her usual grin seems increase to epic proportions.

"My, my. Some of us sure have a healthy glow today, don't we?" Her chortle is nothing short of libidinous.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

"Yeah," Darian says casually, "I had breakfast with my parents, and the topic of conversation eventually turned quite emotional."

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

He then looks to Isabel to see what she comes up with as her cover story.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

"Fresh air and exercise my dear Laria." Isabel smiles beautifically. "Besides, I had my junior class this morning. They're so sweet with how hard they try! I'd love to have a daughter one day."

Bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27 Take that Laria! :P


Ephemeral GameMaster

Laria's eyes narrow as she looks at both Isabel and Darian in turn. Then she simply nods approvingly. "Yes, I actually want to believe you. Perhaps Rex was right to trust you with this," she says quietly.

Turning to Avrora, "Hello dear, you look like you had a bit of a long night yourself, but probably less satisfying than my own. I have an extra black hot in the pot that I usually keep for the staff and late night study if you're interested?"

My initial expectation is that Laria will probably not have a fully armed party disappear into her basement while the shop is open, so I can either advance time or if you have more to do, please go ahead and post about it.

@Darian: I've got the posts in the making for you.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Once it is clear we aren't headed down, Darian will roam around town doing his normal stuff until closer to whatever time we designate.


Ephemeral GameMaster

I will move us forward if no other posts occur tonight. Or those who have not posted can state their intention to return to the coffee house in the evening.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Im happy to time skip. :)


♫... Happy to time skip ♪... And a bit of a mind flip ♪... And nothing... can ever be the same... ♫

Time Warp (^_^)


M CG male human (Cheliaxian) Bard (Negotiator)| HP: 15/15 | AC 12 T 10 FF 12 | CMB: -1 CMD 9 | F: +1 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +0 [+2 Urban] | Percep: +6 [+8 Urban] Sense Motive: +7 Bluff: +11 | Speed 30 ft | Spells 1st 3/3 | Bardic Performance 9/9 Bard (Negotiator) 2

Phineas awakens shortly after dawn, the morning light creeping through the curtains on his bedroom window. For a few long minutes, he lies in bed, thinking over all of the events of the last few days before stretching and getting ready for the day. Phineas shaves, looking at his features in the slightly battered mirror, pondering if he should prepare a disguise for the day's activities. No, no, I think not. Yesterday's reasons still hold true. I attend the Long Roads most working days. Nothing could be less suspicious than going a little earlier today, especially if I bring work. Which I should. Those documents will not review themselves.

With an inward sigh, Phineas finishes shaving, rubbing his hands over his chin and critically eyeing his face for any sign of stubble before dressing and returning to his study. There, he gathers his paperwork, carefully sorting through his case files to gather enough work for a day without overburdening himself. Let see...the closing correspondence and document signing for the Lady Ventigora case, the preliminary work on that request for an extension to commission a replacement portrait of Queen Abrogail, and possibly some research to help draw up a bid on that case for back wages on that injured dock worker. I think that should suffice. Hm….which references? Bertram’s Principles of Equity, or The Prince’s Cases of Justice? Perhaps both? Phineas selects a pair of legal tomes from his small library and gathers up the appropriate paperwork before turning to leave. He almost forgets his dagger, but remembers to pick up his blade and tuck it discreetly into the bottom of his paperwork folio. He eyes the armor and considers it for a moment before shaking his head. Too out of place, and too hard to disguise as myself. Also, so heavy! I am poorly suited for all this running about, I am afraid.

Phineas walks down the creaking wooden steps in the back of his apartment building to his small storefront office as the suble background noise of the city coming to life drifts through the morning air from the surrounding streets. He moves through the back door of his office, but rather than change the door sign from closed to opened, he switches it with the sign directing any clients to seek him at his working lunch at the Long Roads coffeehouse.

Phineas’ trip to the Long Roads is pleasant, if uneventful. He walks purposefully, but not too quickly, to avoid both drawing attention to himself or being accosted for idle conversation. When he reaches the coffeehouse, he pushes open the door awkwardly with books held under one arm and a portfolio of papers in the other. ”Good morning, Laria! Today’s going to be one of those days, I fear. Lots of paperwork to catch up on, reading to do. Might I get a bite to eat and a few cups of coffee to start over at one of the corner tables?”

Food requested, Phineas finds a small table and occupies it, spreading out papers over the surface to discourage being joined by other patrons, and trying to focus on his work. It is difficult, as he keeps finding his mind wandering to the events of yesterday or the events planned for tonight, as well as a real desire and need to keep his ears open for any idle gossip that might be important for the future. Still, he does have legitimate work to do. Quite aside from needing to pay his bills, appearances must be maintained. Phineas digs out one of his legal tomes and begins to look through it with as much attention as he can muster.

Phineas will spend his day at the Long Roads, catching up on paperwork and generally keeping an eye on anyone that comes through until the time for action arrives.


Ephemeral GameMaster

Once the shop closes, the proprietor of the same name ushers the party to her pantry (B3) and opens a fairly well hidden trap door leading down to a dry goods storage room (C1, right side of the map in Roll20).

"Just head on down there. Shelly is waiting for ya. He'll let you into The Wasp's Nest proper once you've sorted out your positioning and changed into any of your gear if you're just in your civvies."


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Having been wearing common clothes, Darian slips the pack off his shoulder and retrieves his armor. He takes it into a private area to change before returning and readying his shield.

"Is there light down there?" he asks, holding his shield sconce and a sunrod in his hands.


Ephemeral GameMaster

"Well, Shelly's got a torch, but yeah, it's typically pretty dark unless you take your own light. I mean, I'd assume Nan has some light down there, but no telling if he's run out of fuel or...ain't around to use it," Laria replies ruefully. "I hope he and is folk are alright."

I jut realized you wouldn't be able to move your tokens to the basement with the line of sight restrictions turned on, so I made a "tunnel" between the two map sections, but it's not real space. It just represents going up and down the ladder, so it's an instant move and you don't need to count squares. If anyone has problem with their tokens, let me know.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Darian nods and heads down into the basement. Once down the ladder, he turns and looks the room over, nodding to Shelly as he waits for the others.


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3

Avrora smiles as she steps down off of the ladder. "Feels familiar," she offers, gliding a hand over her shield and setting it aglow. She frees her morningstar and nudges a nearby sack with her boot. "I'm guessing there's more to it than bags of grain..."


Ephemeral GameMaster
Hell's Rebels wrote:
This basement contains numerous crates of cooking ingredients, sacks of coffee beans, and other supplies needed to maintain a thriving business.

When the party members begin arriving from down the ladder leading to the pantry above, the find Shelly examining some of the crates and sacks of goods with a frown. Well difficult to tell from his usual despondency, this frown seems to be more an unconscious expression as he pokes around at the goods. He glances up as the group approaches.

"Ah, you're here. Sorry, I was just..." he trails off, again eyeing the stored goods contemplatively. Then he shakes his head and moves to the wall and reaches behind a barrel to shift some kind of mechanism. A section of the wall swivels to crack open and reveal a passage beyond.

"The Wasp's Nest..." Shelly says simply and a bored wave of his hand. "I'll leave you to it. Laria needs me to try and reach some our contacts who have gone silent. Try not not to die," he concludes without much enthusiasm.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Isabel follows the others down the into the cellar. She deliberately stays firmly in the middle of the group - allowing Darian and Avrora to lead the way. She slides her crossbow out from the long sleeves of her 'practical dress' and slips a bolt into the firing groove. Thus armed, she enters the cellar, unphased by the light level.


Ephemeral GameMaster

Map's updated; feel free to start moving forward your move rate per post, and I'll let you know when any excitement happens.


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3
Shelly wrote:
"Try not to die."

"Right," Avrora whispers as she advances upon the narrow passageway within the wall. She turns her shield this way and that, trying to see in as far as she can before turning back to the others, ensuring that everyone is accounted for. Once the others are ready to go, she steps into the crevice.

Assuming everyone is ready, I've moved on the map.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Darian moves alongside Avrora, having not lit his sunrod since she seemed to have lighting under control.


M CG male human (Cheliaxian) Bard (Negotiator)| HP: 15/15 | AC 12 T 10 FF 12 | CMB: -1 CMD 9 | F: +1 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +0 [+2 Urban] | Percep: +6 [+8 Urban] Sense Motive: +7 Bluff: +11 | Speed 30 ft | Spells 1st 3/3 | Bardic Performance 9/9 Bard (Negotiator) 2

"I'll....try." Phineas says dryly, pulling his dagger out and casting light on it, causing it to begin to glow as he moves into the room behind Avrora. "I'm hoping we have fewer sludge devils, or whatever those were, this time."


CG male human (Cheliaxian) cleric (hidden priest) of Milani 1 | HP: 7/10 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 FF) | CMB: +1, CMD: 11 | F: +4, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3, SM: +2 | Speed 20 ft | Spells 1st 3/3 | Special abilities Channel energy (1d6) 5/5 | Active Conditions None

"We're going to need light. Let me provide it", says Varian with a smile. Then he moves right behind his cousin, Darian. "Ready when you are".
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I still need to prepare my spells for the day, but I wanted to at least post again after a long absence.


Male Human (Varisian) Psychic 2nd AC 13/13/12 / HP 12 / F +1 R +1 W +5 / Init. +1 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +7

Galen brings up the rear of the group, staying closer to Phineas than anyone else as they proceed into the Wasp's Nest proper. With the others able to summon illumination so effectively, Galen puts away the candle lamp back to his satchel and carefully stows his glowing Varisian crystal back into the folds of his family kapenia scarf around his neck, clutching his dagger in one hand while leaving the other hand free.

He gained the Long Roads just moments before they decided to head down, having been out for the day but with no offering or sign of where or what, other than taking all of his meager belongings with him earlier that morning. He still seems somewhat distant and offers only murmured words of greeting if greeted first, though his countenance is more relaxed with Avrora than the others assembled there.

Once through the crevasse, Galen's full attention is likewise fixed to the Wasp's Nest and the task at hand. "I can send some orbs down the passage if you want to see farther down," offers the young Varisian in a helpful tone, "but only if you all want that and don't mind something being aware of us so far off."


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

"Anything down here will see us coming, anyway," Darian says. "Might as well light up as much as we can."


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3

Avrora steps lightly...well, as lightly as she can in her armor...down the hallway and toward the open chamber beyond. She glances around, making sure the others are nearby.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Darian moves ahead just slightly. "Widens out a bit up here, and looks like a bridge or pier or something over some water, can't tell beyond the light."


Male Human (Varisian) Psychic 2nd AC 13/13/12 / HP 12 / F +1 R +1 W +5 / Init. +1 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +7

Galen steps forward as far as Avrora has headed so far, peering in the distance to where Darian stands. He stares intently for a moment and suddenly four bobbing globes of lantern light appear in front of Darian, moving out ahead of him and to his left where he describes the bridge and water.


Ephemeral GameMaster
In Hell's Bright Shadow wrote:
This long, damp hallway opens to the southeast into a large reservoir of calm, dark water. A wooden pier extends twenty feet into the water, while another twenty feet out rises the top half of a statue of a beautiful elven woman. A foul smell, like that of rotting meat, comes from somewhere near the pier. Two holes have been knocked into the northwest walls to provide access to chambers beyond.

Avrora Vikta's Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Darian Aulamaxa's Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Galen Mistbringer's Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Isabel Rhelian's Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Phineas Aceron's Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Varian Tanessen's Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

The party sees the statue of Calistria just as Laria described, half-submerged in the water of the reservoir. All but Avrora notices the source of the smell: There appears to be the remains of a man wedged under the pier's pilings at the northwesternmost edge, just under the lip of the stone floor.

GM rolls:
4d20 ⇒ (9, 6, 12, 3) = 30

Varian notices some bubbles in the water under the peer, but it's Isabel that sees some kind of dark shape despite the darkness.


M CG male human (Cheliaxian) Bard (Negotiator)| HP: 15/15 | AC 12 T 10 FF 12 | CMB: -1 CMD 9 | F: +1 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +0 [+2 Urban] | Percep: +6 [+8 Urban] Sense Motive: +7 Bluff: +11 | Speed 30 ft | Spells 1st 3/3 | Bardic Performance 9/9 Bard (Negotiator) 2

Phineas crinkles up his nose as he carefully edges forward, taking care to stay behind Avrora in the event that something leaps out of the darkness towards them. He flinches back once the dead body is recognized. "Is that...what happened here? That's not Nan...is it?"


Male Human (Varisian) Psychic 2nd AC 13/13/12 / HP 12 / F +1 R +1 W +5 / Init. +1 / Perc. +7 / Sense Motive +7

Not willing to go any further himself, he stands next to Phineas and nods absently in the direction of the pier, mentally sending his four lantern globes to the area just above where the body lies.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Isabel's eyes, keen despite the lights bobbing around them, pick out something in the dark water. "There's something under the surface." she says calmly, trying to avoid making much noise. "An ambush predator I imagine. We should try and lure it out. Everyone be ready."

Lowering her crossbow Isabel begins to concentrate instead, drawing on the light and colour around her to formulate her will.


Human Bard 6| AC 20 FF 17 T 11| HP 49/49| F +4 R +8 W +6| Init +1| Percep +9
Buffs:
Inspire Courage, Bull’s Strength, Tongues

Darian moves further in, remaining about ten feet from the waters edge thanks to Isabel's warning.


HP 15/15 | AC 19 T 12 FF 17 | F +4 R +2 W +5 | CMB +4 CMD 16 | Init +2 Perc +3 | Blessings 4/4 | Spells 1st 3/3 | Fervor (1d6) 3/3

"Oh no," Avrora whispers mournfully at the mention of the body. "I'd never've noticed it in the dark. Who would've--Darian, careful!" She tuts and creeps forward, turning her back to Darian and looking on to the tunnels beyond, covering him from the rear. She squeezes the hilt of her weapon anxiously. "Not more demonic sludge-creatures, I hope. I daresay Calistria would be aghast if she knew her likeness guarded something so...unsavory."


CG male human (Cheliaxian) cleric (hidden priest) of Milani 1 | HP: 7/10 | AC: 15 (10 Tch, 15 FF) | CMB: +1, CMD: 11 | F: +4, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3, SM: +2 | Speed 20 ft | Spells 1st 3/3 | Special abilities Channel energy (1d6) 5/5 | Active Conditions None

Varian nods to Isabel. "I've seen the bubbles in the water as well...Be ready, for there may be troubles ahead". Varian does his best to look confident, but before moving into action he whispers a quick prayer to Milani. "Protect us all..."
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Varian casts bless.

Liberty's Edge

|HP: 59/68 AC: 24; F: +12, R: +12, W: +10 | Perc: +10, Stl/Perf +12, Dec/Dip +13, ELore +14, Itm +15, Arc/Occ/Nat/Rel/Soc +8 | Speed 25ft | Weapon +15, 2d6+4+2. | Foc 1/1 | Active conditions:

Seeing the others apparently ready Isabel looks up for a moment and looses a crossbow bolt into the water where she saw the shadows moments before. Not really trying to hit, just to provoke it out of the water. Shot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11


Ephemeral GameMaster

Isabel's shot into the water provokes a furious reaction as water splashes in an eruption of motion. Very quickly the creator of the display is visible. Very long and low to the ground a creature with a dragon's mouth moves quickly to engage.

Knowledge (nature) DC 12:
In the light of the spells, the creature is some kind of reptile with a long toothed snout. It is either a crocodile or an alligator...but it's white! It's pinkish red eyes give away the secret: It's albino! Its pale scales are an anomaly, but no less tough.

Avrora Vikta's initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Darian Aulamaxa's initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Galen Mistbringer's initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Isabel Rhelian's initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Phineas Aceron's initiative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Varian Tanessen's initiative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
creature: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Encounter: ”White from the Water" | Round 1 | Hazards: Darkness |

Initiative Order:

  • 15 - Darian
  • 14 - Avrora
  • 12 - Isabel
  • 11 - Galen, creature
  • 6 - Varian
  • 4 - Phineas

Darian, Avrora, Isabel, and Galen are good to post.

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