The gremlin jumps over the punch, stumbling down, before getting a swift pummeling to the face, then being burnt alive, lying on the ground, dying. The second one succeeds in only getting by with mild scorches, before getting another bash to the skull, stumbleing back. The remainder are merely singed slightly.
Tazwell's arrow strikes true enough, and drives into his shoulders, knocking it down, as it lies down, dying.
Caimor moves without issue.
The Gremlins procede to try to run, scampering into the hallway, and two of which just popping out of the area.
Caimor charges one of the remaining gremlins, his momentum thrusting his rapier forward.
Not wanting to risk hitting his friends, Taz readies a shot in case any of the gremlins flee.
Sarona aims at the retreating gremlin leader, intones a prayer, and launches a bolt of fire at it...
Fist charges the leader of the gremlins and atempts to cave the little creatures head in.
Kerin was tired of this. He'd had enough of them running.
"Less running, more Dying!"
He gave chase, and transferred his momentum into a nice swing of his axe.
You've killed them all, as the fire pierces the gremlins chest with ease.
Caimor's charge drills the gremlin through the chest, killing it.
The punch knocks one gremlin down, as it lies down, dying.
Kerin's axe blow? Simplilest comment is this-
*Splat*
There's very, VERY little left of the Gremlin, and Kerin is covered in gore.
"Right. Should be all of them." Kerin wipes his face on the back of his hand, and shakes it to clear away some of the blood. "Let's get back to them skulks and then we can call it a day, yeah?"
"Let's look around a bit and see if these little thieves have anything worth taking." Taz replies
"yeah the skulks will give us a reward and that council woman owes me a new hat. do you think we should bring back the whole heads or just the ears? hey kerin can i borow your axe to collect some gremlin heads?"
Fist sais as he proceeds to look around the area for anything of value and drag the gremlins out into the open so kerin can chop them easier.
Sarona says nothing as she looks upon the carnage. Her face is eerily emotionless.
"Is anyone in need of healing?" She asks after a bit, her voice subdued.
"I believe some teleported away, but no matter," Caimor says.
He begins searching the area for anything of use.
There's little here, other than the spear and some scrap metal that the thing was made up of. There's some doughnut residue in their mouth, but
She stares at you all.
She hands you some liquid ice, a bag containing forty five silverdiscs, and five strange cards made of a flexible, smooth material. These five cards each bear a brown stripe.
"Thanks for the help- This purple haired android was looking for these things, found them in the ruins a couple days back."
Sarona pockets one of the five striped cards and hands the rest of the loot off to the party.
"You are quite welcome." She nods. "The purple-haired woman passed this way, then?"
Hmm... I think she might be the same purple-haired woman from the rumours in town...
"What's and 'Android' supposed to be?"
As he looks over the loot, he has an idea.
"That thing there, the liquid ice, that's cold, right? Suppose we could use some of it to clean out the corpse buried in mold in the other room?"
"Good idea Kerin ... If we can freeze that stuff we could check the body of that dead adventurer, and it'll be safer down here in general."
"No, liquid ice burns because it's always on fire." she said quite blankly.
"Feel free- I mean, that's why I even gave it to you." she said, idly, "Though I do ask you leave a bit for us- I mean, we're stuck here."
Sef chuckles, then points to Sarona. "That's an android, there." she said, idly. "The other one had weird purple hair, said she was a cleric of a god named Hellion- never heard of him, myself, she was doing magic, so must be some obscure god or something." she idly said.
"And yeah, she did pass this way- Threatened to cut our throats if we didn't let her pass. Sold us some food, though, so that's something."
Sarona looks down at her feet briefly before meeting Sef's eyes again. "I see. Thank you."
Strange... a new god named Hellion? Certainly doesn't sound familiar...
"I find it quite odd that she threatened to kill you if you didn't let her through, then sold some food to you." She scratches her head, running a hand through her red hair. "I'd normally suspect that threats of violence would preclude monetary transactions of any sort..."
"We'll bring some food you the next time we pass through if you keep an eye out for this android person and let us know what she's up too." Taz offers to the skulk.
Caimor snorts at Sef's reply. "But yes, Kerin, we can use it to clear out the mold and investigate there. I suggest we do that next. Also that you take a short bath or at least wipe some blood off."
He then begins inspecting the five strange cards. He has some ideas but it's better to have a second source. "Any information on what these are?"
Fist looks at the card before pocketing it.
"I'm NOT messing around with that damn mold again. What are these silver disks? I think ive seen them before.... regardless i think we should hop back to town and rest."
"Well, the mold ain't going anywhere." Taz says.
"I'm not opposed to returning to the surface to rest and rearm."
"What's it to yeh, glasses? Gettin' squeamish, are we?"
He eyes the jar of liquid ice sceptically. "Yeah, we best head upstairs. 'Sides, I don't know if there's enough in there ter dig through all of tha' crap in there."
"Eh, we kill folks who pass through, she gives us food and doesn't kill us. That was the old cheif, though- I'd rather not, you know, get impaled."
She looks at the card, "I have no idea, some techy thing. She wanted them, so take 'em." she said, "Ought to be pretty valuable, or something."
Kaimor knows that the card functions as a sort of key to a lot of technological doors, opening doors that, otherwise, would be closed. They are rare things, and some of the rarer keys cost hundreds of gold. This brown one is reletively cheap, however.
Silverdiscs, as you have been alerted to, and as is commonly known in Numeria, are silver discs, usually used as currancy equaling ten gold each while broken, or, when silvery to the sheen, 100.
"So, you know, I'll just be off now, you know." he said, running away.
"Back to the surface then?"
Sarona nods. "Yes, it seems to be the most logical course of action."
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Sarona looks at the flier with the tokens attached, bewildered.
"Um... why would he give this to me?" She arches an eyebrow in confusion.
Caimor inspects the letter thoroughly before reading it. "It might be worth investigating before we set out again."
"For some reason this fellow wants us to come visit his establishment." Taz says.
"Might have something to do with the fact we're the only people in town who've been down in that cave and come out." he continues.
"I'll bet somebody, maybe this Garmen fellow, wants to know what we saw down there."
"The real question we need to ask ourselves is why he wants to know."
Fist grins at the flyer in his hand.
"likely he thinks we have lots of money after just having come up out of there. I'm more than happy to spend some money at a game hall but i have to go show that council woman a severed gremlin head in order to get a new hat."
Fist will quickly head to the councilwomans office to show her said severed gremlin head and collect his reward before returning to the group.
Garmen Ulreth is one of the more influentioal people of the torch, pouring funds into nearly every endevour in the city- Including the theives guild- A band of thuigs called the Ropefists. The owner of the Silverdisc might be a Ropefist, in fact- Nobody is entirely certain. He employs enough thugs as bouncers, at any rate.
Caimor would notice absolutely nothing, EXCEPT for the fact that, when you hold the note to the light, it states, "Don't be late."
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Dolga looks at the severed gremlin skull.
"Well. You're rather effective at this, aren't you? Well done. So, you wanted a scroll?"
She shuffles through her drawers, "Alright, no scrolls other than your payment for finding Baine, but I do have a wand of Magic Fang, and a hat of disguise, or a sleeves of many garments. Which would you want?" the old dwarf days.
Fist happily picks up the hat and plunks it on his head.
"I'll take this thank you. you can keep the gremlin head. And just for an update on our mission we found the doors down there but the robots we had to kill were no joke. were going back in once weve rested up."
After bidding the councilor a good day fist returns to the group and suggests we all go to the game house.
"We should be careful with our money, we didn't find much down in the caves." Taz says to the group.
Sarona scratches her head. "I am not entirely certain why we should go gambling now, of all times--we still have a mission to complete."
"But if you believe we were extended an invitation on the basis of returning from the caves alive, I will admit that I am somewhat curious as to what the proprietor wishes to learn from our venture."
"I don't like it either. Politics is tiring, but offending someone of influence is unwise. Of course, it may still present an opportunity."
"What can it hurt to either make some friends, or identify a potential enemy? I say we go check it out." Taz says
After a walk that seemed to take forever, you finally arrive at the building
"Ah, pleasure to meet all of you!" a garrulous
man with a full beard and sparkling eyes,
a bit on the lecherous side said, "I'm Garmen, it's a wonder to see you here- You're peeking through the caverns below, aren't you? Rather nice- I'd love to talk a bit more, but I'm afraid that I have some fairly urgent business to attend to- However, I'll pop in occasionally while you all enjoy your games." he said, smiling.
As any of you sit down, you hear some muttering form people around you as you sit down at your gambling tables.
Sarona might hear something from around a pillar nearby, with a DC 20 perception check.
Tazwell would see Val drinking with a odd man, laughing with him. He would stand up, and walk over to Caimor.
"Hello there!" He said, quite welcoming, plopping himself down, asking for a beer for both him and Caimor, handing the waiter a gold piece. "So, how ya doing? I hear you went down below the torch or something." he said idly. "Find anything neat? Merchant, you see."
Kerin would hear about how some Gremlin was found crying in a corner recently, crying out about a giant man, who decimated all who stood in it's way, destroying goblins with the utmost ease.
Bewildered by the sights of Silverdisk Hall, Sarona wanders about for a bit.
She hears something by a pillar...
What is this all about now?
Caimor returns the greeting, nodding slightly to the merchant as he tries to appraise what his motives are.
However, Caimor is too tired and pained to indulge in societal games so he settles for being neutral. "We did return from beneath Torch just now and found a few of the silverdiscs this place is named after. We'll be returning to delve deeper to find Khonnir so we might find something else then."
He makes no mention of the dead or what else they found.
Fist has fun with the games and sees if his complementary tokens can also buy him a drink. He will attempt to win some money but will quit once he runs out of the free starting money.
"This is a nice place. Hope the drinks are good."
He sais as he flags down a waitress.
Taz will walk over to Val and sit down.
"Hey Val, glad you're here. We didn't find Khonnir yet, but we saw signs that he must have passed that way. A number of those metal robot things tried to grab us." he fills the girl in.
"Who's the guy talking to Caimor? He seemed in a big hurry to talk to him?" He quizzes the girl.
"and what's up with this Garmen fellow? He went to some trouble to get us to visit here tonight? Did he invite you here too?" he finishes
"Oh, it's fine," the odd man said, the drinks being delivered with speed. He took a long swig from his, as he handed Caimor his.
"Either way, sounds like a nice pile of loot- Tell me, I hear there's this thing down there- creatures of metal, right?"
He pauses.
"My apologies, I must sound like an ass, huh? Anyway, I'm here, you see, becase I'm a trader- more specifically, of technological goods. I Heard roumors round that there's been some damn good stuff down there, so, guess what, I want it. You guys want, I'll pay you a sizable ammount more than most folks will offer- I have a fair bit of magical goods, and, for, let's say... a share of the loot, I'll do a bit of down payment for your survival- I have a sizable ammount of magical goods, burning through my pockets- I'd figure I'd provide you an offer." he said, idly.
"I suppose I haven't told you my name- My name is Sanvill Tret."
The watress pauses, and waves, "Good day there, Hon- Ya want some drink?
The drinks are actually pretty decent, as be the atmosphere. You actually get rather lucky, gaining 40 gold.
"Yikes- Those things are just... Ugh." she said.
She takes a tiny sip of her drink, "Though, yeah- That's Sanvil Tret- Trader, comes through fairly frequently. Nearly as good as Dad with Tech. Traveling merchent, though you wouldn't be able to tell, since half the year he spends here." she said jokingly.
Sarona would hear a breif yelp, and would hear someone try appear inconspicuous, and blending into the background.
He didn't do that well- It was the guy from earlier, who delivered the fliars.
"No apologies needed and I'd need to speak to the others first," Caimor says. "You make an intriguing offer. Where would we find you to answer your offer before we leave again? And you may have heard it already, but my name is Caimor Bleddyn."
Sarona scratches her head and approaches the young man by the pillar.
"Excuse me, sir?" She asks, folding her hands. "Is there something wrong?"
Fist pockets his 40 gp in winnings and grins at the waitress
"sure thing beautiful give me a tall glass of the strong stuff."
He said taking the glass and drinking while keeping a close watch on his companions as the local color circles around them for one reason or another.
"Oh, I have a room at the Evercandle inn, though I'm usually here in the afternoons- When I'm not, I'm usually in the market. You'll be able to see me there- It's hard to miss it." he said welcoming.
The Courior from Earlier just stares at Sarona, completely without any idea what to say.
"I'msosorryIdon'tknowwhattosayIwasjustwonderingyouhavenicehairorisitsomesor tofmetalI'msorryI'lljustgoandwalkgoodday-" he said, cheeks flushed red.
The waitress nods, handing fist a nice beer. She smiles, as she walks off, saying something idly to another waitress, causing a brief pause in the other waitresses walk, before continuing to walk.
Sarona quirks an eyebrow at the embarrassed courier as he babbles. "Wait--sir?" She puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay--you don't have to apologize for anything. I was just curious as to why you were watching me."
"Now, what was that you asked about my hair? I'm afraid I didn't quite catch what you said."
What's so special about my hair?
"I'll keep your offer in mind," Caimor promises.
The guy just pauses.
"You're cute." he says somewhat panicked, before proceeding to run incredibly quickly, weaving through the mob of people.
Sanvil just nods, "Anyway, I'm off, see you later!"
The remainder of the night is uneventful, however, Caimor gets the sinking feeling that they were watched the entire night. The night passes quickly.