Leinathan's Mistress CotCT

Game Master leinathan

A ragtag group of trauma victims tries to make Korvosa a more livable situation amongst riots and upheaval, murder and disease.

Map of Korvosa


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Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

"Not really a fish business." she explains, as she leaves the money sitting in the drawer for one of the others to gather. She didn't really care about it, just now.


Female Human(Shoanti) Hunter/Barbarian(VMC) 2 THP 0 HP 14/24 | Init +3 Percpt +7 (+11 w falcon) | AC 16/10/16 CMD 15 CMB +5 | Fort +6 Ref +3 Will +2 (+2 vs Ench)
Skills:
Climb +8, Handle Animal +4, Heal +6, Intimidate +10, Know(Geography) +5, Know(Nature) +5, Stealth +2, Survival +8 (+9), Swim +5
Spells/SLAs:
lvl 1 (3/3)

"Sigrid'll go crazy over you when she wakes up, I'm sure Nary," Auraelia says, smiling. "She's never seen a gnome either!"

"But we'll stop by Ila's first and make sure the kids all get there alright. Better to travel as a group 'til then."

Bloo following along? I'm ready to go whenever : )


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Bloo jumps up, wagging his tail and panting, and follows after Nary and Auraelia. "I'm sorry for the deceit." says Maria, to the group. She carefully avoids Ila's eyes. "I'll explain when we return to my home." with that, she herds the children out of the door and up onto the patio.

Unfortunately, the city is a very sorry sight - there is much more to the scene that just a broken window and a scream. Smoke rises from the distance in several places, and crowds mill through the city, torches and pitchforks in hand. A couple of people run past the fishery, down the street, to join a mob a few blocks down. One holds a sign that reads "Death to the Whore Queen!"

Maria shushes the kids, tells them to calm down, and the huddle moves into the street.

About three minutes pass, and the group is halfway home when a wing of Sable Company hippogriff marines pass overhead. Blood spatters the roofs of buildings and the street in front of the group as one of the hippogriffs, critically wounded, falls from the sky. The hippogriff and its rider crash into a storefront near the group and a few of the kids scream.

About a block away, a trio of Korvosan guardsmen try to keep a mob of dozens in check. Things look tense over there - potentially violent.


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Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

My bad - I thought Sigrid was healed up already :-)

Earlier:

Nary looks at the kids, and tilts her head. "Yep, he's dead! That guy was a murderer and stuff. He had to go."

She grabs the cash in the drawer. She wasn't about to leave that behind. What would Isabel think?

Nows:

Nary straight up ignores Maria, drawing her hood up to protect her face. Perhaps she was the sort of apparition that ceased to exist if you stopped believing in it. And Nary was great at playing make-believe, as wasn't that just the heart of lying?

She dismisses her dancing light, and follows Auraelia and her daughter and the dead crocodile out the door. Ghost? What ghost?

But the situation outside wasn't going to be ignored. Unable to read the signs, Nary is confused as to what is going on. She doesn't ask though, drawing close to Auraelia. She can ask later, when they are safe. With her head bowed, and her hair hidden under her hood, she could pass for her daughter. A heavily armed daughter.

Then the hippogriff and the marine crash into the building in front of them. She's not the most altruistic of gnomes, so her first thought is - "Maybe we should take a different way?"


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

How high did the hippogriff and rider fall from? I'm assuming there's no chance of survival. :P

Ila is similar to Nary... but much taller, and less able to ignore her mother. Especially since she can feel the connection tying them together. Even still, she keeps her head down and mostly ignores things... until she sees the mob and group of guards. She subconsciously turns towards them, to try to figure out something of what's going on. She knows the gist, but... what's with the rest of this?


Male Human (Varisian) Witch (Cartomancer) 2 | HP 14/14 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 | CMD 12 | Init +6 | Perception +2

Under ordinary circumstances, Mavarro would not hesitate to collect Gaedren's doubtlessly ill-gotten gold; he certainly had no need of it anymore, being headless and all. Scooping it all up would require both hands however, meaning he would have to lay down Maria's remains, something he was not about to do. He shows such reverence despite Maria walking among and talking to them, as though she were still alive. He didn't know whether he could get used to that.

As they make their way through the city, he keeps his eyes and ears open, marveling at how horrendous Maria's sense of timing must have been. She could not have chosen a worse night to go after Lamm.

"I suppose not everyone approves of the King's taste in women," Mavarro jokes, though he is visibly tense. Any pretense of him making light of the situation quickly evaporates when the marine crashes nearby. The color drains from his face.

He nods very stiffly at Nary's suggestion. "Yes, I think that would be, ah, for the best."


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

About 40 or 50 feet. Certainly no chance of survival for any of you, but the marines are usually between 4th and 8th level. Still, it's unlikely that he lived.

The mob is chanting, "Death to the whore queen!" over and over again. Guards with saps shout back for them to disperse and return to their homes, and tension builds. Civilians with lengths of iron pipe, or chair legs, or regular old hammers, wave them at the pitifully small number of guards.

It would appear that a similar scene is happening in many other locations in the city, as the city buzzes with the sound of shouts, and the clash of metal against metal, screams, and the crackle of flames.


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Earlier:

Aaron snags the vial of acid, tucking them into various pockets on his bandoleer and belt, making sure they're all easily accessible. You never know when they kind of thing will come in handy. Seeing the book, he flips through a few pages, his eyes widening slightly. The lists of poisons, explosives, and alchemical tricks are a gold mine. The pseudo-magical extracts could be more of a challenge, but with some practice... He grins and tucks the formulae book into his belt pouch. No reason to let a good thing go to waste.

Now:

Aaron whistles softly at the sight of the city progressively dissolving into chaos. "I wonder what Ileosa did this time. Whatever it is, she's got the citizens outright up in arms this time. They're damned pissed," he comments as the mob rushes down the street. He winces as the hippogriff goes tumbling to the ground, clearly dead. "Let's get off the streets and find somewhere to ride this out. There's no way this is getting better while we're standing here."


Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Nary frowns, but she does her best to hide how anxious she feels. She glances back at Mavarro - he was obviously a local. "Why are they so mad? Do any of you know? Who cares who's the queen?"


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

"We should do something." Ila says, halfheartedly, as she watches the outnumbered guard being pushed by the populace, but looks to the others... who seem to mostly want nothing to do with it.


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What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

"We should," says Maria, already pushing into the wreckage of the storefront. You see her plunge her hand into a pile of bricks and underneath the obviously dead hippogriff and pull out a limp hand. "but we have a score of children to care for and not one, but two critically wounded."

She checks the man's pulse. "Three." she says, and plunges both arms into the pile of refuse and hippogriff-flesh to drag the man out. He's out cold, but he's not bleeding or anything.


Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Nary looks up at Ila with her big, inhumanly blue eyes. "Um, okay, do what?" She looks at the guards. "I'm not helping any guards. No guards ever helped me!" She looks at the other people. "Those people should just be less angry and go to sleep."

She shudders as she watches Maria stick her hands through solid material. But she just watches. It isn't like she could help carry him, or anything.... if she wanted to.


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Aaron sighs. "Reaper's bloody blade woman, must you save everyone you meet?" Nevertheless, he grabs the man from Maria and hauls him over his shoulder, carrying the unconscious warrior on his back. "There's nothing we can add to this aside from more chaos. The guard will either put the riot down or the castle will get stormed by the mob. We should just watch out for ourselves and the kids."


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Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

Okay. Phasing + heal is amazing.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Ila looks to the wounded man in her mother's eyes, and then to the men in the street, carrying the guards, and pushing the situation into something primal and animalistic.

Something in Ila twinges, far from snapping, and the slight girl moves across the open area in sure strides.

"Has there not been enough suffering and pain and death tonight?" She says, her voice still raw from her earlier tears. "Look at what is becoming of your city. How will any of this help? How does starting fires, breaking windows, and terrifying children help?"

Thought I'd invested in diplomacy. I'm bad at this. :p


Female Human(Shoanti) Hunter/Barbarian(VMC) 2 THP 0 HP 14/24 | Init +3 Percpt +7 (+11 w falcon) | AC 16/10/16 CMD 15 CMB +5 | Fort +6 Ref +3 Will +2 (+2 vs Ench)
Skills:
Climb +8, Handle Animal +4, Heal +6, Intimidate +10, Know(Geography) +5, Know(Nature) +5, Stealth +2, Survival +8 (+9), Swim +5
Spells/SLAs:
lvl 1 (3/3)

Auraelia's face falls as she sees the state of the city. She had worried a little bit about Marius before, but now she was seriously beginning to wonder if he'd be alright. "I should have told him where Ila's house was... No no, he'd have come then, he'll be safer if he stays home... Marius..." She goes back and forth over it in her head for a bit before the crash of the Hippogriff rider snaps her out of it. As Maria digs the man out she moves up to help as best she can, refusing to put down Sigrid at all in this situation. "Can you lay him on Gobblegut? I think I can pull a bit more weight..." she says.

When Ila moves out to speak to the crowd Auraelia looks at her worriedly. Helping the rider was one thing, but confronting an angry mob was something else entirely. As Ila pleads with them, Auraelia moves up behind her, dragging Gobblegut into plain view of the crowd and then grabbing her axe and letting the head clang loudly into the ground next to the dead crocodile's head. She then glares at the crowd, but doesn't speak.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17


Male Human (Varisian) Witch (Cartomancer) 2 | HP 14/14 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 | CMD 12 | Init +6 | Perception +2

"Don't, Ila!" Mavarro hisses fearfully when she moves out to address the crowd. "They'll rip you to shreds!"

When it becomes apparent that she has no intention of stopping, he groans internally. Can't she see that their eyes are clouded by hate? Does she really think that her words can reach them? In spite of himself, Mavarro is already following after Auraelia. After what happened to Maria, he couldn't just leave her on her own. Especially not with her ghost right there with them.

"Please, listen to her!" he beseeches, running a cold sweat, "Is this protest truly worth your homes, your very lives?"

Diplomacy (Aid Another): 1d20 ⇒ 20 Yeah, that about figures.


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Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Nary rolls her eyes and sticks close to Auraelia. She didn't really understand Ila. She's been so quiet, all night, so naturally she chooses to open her mouth the moment she gets into a situation that she could get killed for doing so.

She's even more surprised when Mavarro decides to back her up. What gives? She closes her eyes and tries to think of something she's overheard while living in Korvosa that could explain why all these damn people cared so much about the Queen to yell about it in the middle of the night.

K.Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21


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What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Nary:
Queen Ileosa is young - one-third the age of King Arabasti, who is nearing his 60th birthday. She is also a Chelaxian citizen and seen as something of a spoiled brat who married rich in order to benefit from the perks.

People don't like her, but you're unsure why they're rioting. It does seem like a little much.

Ila and Mavarro, with Auraelia to back them up, appearing down the street surprises the mob of 60-odd citizens. They hadn't been expecting to be confronted by other random citizens - it gets a lot easier to be angry at The Man when it's the police stopping you from setting things on fire.

There's some shouting, and a lot of grumbling and frowning, but slowly people begin to leave this intersection. None of them are looking for a confrontation just yet.

One of the guards, a handsome and well-groomed Varisian man, a rapier at his belt, turns to the group of three that had coaxed the crowd away. He wears the sigil of a Sergeant on his lapel, above his armored coat. He smiles at Ila. "Thanks, ma'am." he says. "Things have been crazy all night... I was afraid that they were gonna jump us."

"You guys will be safer indoors. Not that I don't appreciate the help." he says, walking with them back towards the rest of the group. His face betrays alarm when he sees Aaron and Maria with a Sable Company marine, and he directs the other two guards to take him. "And uh... thanks for helping him. Run along now, though. The death of the king's got people in all sorts of uproar."

Mavarro or DC 15 Knowledge (local):
You recognize this man. He lives in Trail's End with his sister-in-law. His name is Grau Soldado, and he's a talented swordsman and overall charmer who's used his skills to shoot up the ranks in the Guard to Watch-Sergeant.

Rumour has it that he was once a student of the famous dueling master Vencarlo Orisini, but that he was expelled for... secret reasons.


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Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Nary is surprised to see the angry crowd disperse. That's interesting. They must have not been very angry to begin with, huh?

K.Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Nary watches the Watch-Sergeant silently at first - she doesn't really trust law enforcement right now, not after what happened to Isabel.

As the mob disperses, she grins and claps her hands. She psychically amplifies the noise - making there appear to be four different people giving Ila and Mavarro a standing ovation - though in truth it is all in their minds... (ghost sound, DC 15 if anyone cares)

"Bravo! Now, let's take this guy's advice and get out of here." She pauses, and steps over to address Watch-Sargeant Soldado. "So, I'm from out of town." She lowers her hood. "Why were those people so angry?"


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Soldado frowns and squints down at Nary. A gnome. Huh. "You haven't heard?" he asks, surprised. "The king's died. Ileosa's taken the throne."


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Knowledge Local (Urban): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10

Aaron doesn't recognize the guard and that worries him. He should be more aware of the law in his town. It's the best way to keep out of their way after all. He passes off the unconscious guard to his companions without a word and rolls his shoulders, glad to be relieved of the weight.

"Wait, the king's dead? When did that happen? How?"


Female Human(Shoanti) Hunter/Barbarian(VMC) 2 THP 0 HP 14/24 | Init +3 Percpt +7 (+11 w falcon) | AC 16/10/16 CMD 15 CMB +5 | Fort +6 Ref +3 Will +2 (+2 vs Ench)
Skills:
Climb +8, Handle Animal +4, Heal +6, Intimidate +10, Know(Geography) +5, Know(Nature) +5, Stealth +2, Survival +8 (+9), Swim +5
Spells/SLAs:
lvl 1 (3/3)

Auraelia breathes a sigh of relief as the crowd disperses. "I lets keep moving to Ila's house as quickly a possible. I am not sure how things can possibly get any better tonight," she says to the others.

"Someone has done something to truly upset the spirits today. I should leave an offering for them when I return home. The entire city in an uproar, Sigrid seriously wounded, poor Maria dead and a ghost... Things were so much easier in my Quah." Though thinking to herself, Auraelia audibly sighs. "Still I've got her back." She takes a moment to straighten Sigrid's hair and give her a kiss on the forehead before they continue on.

"What happened? How did the king die?" Her questions echo Aaron's, Auraelia looking a bit shocked at the news.


Male Human (Varisian) Witch (Cartomancer) 2 | HP 14/14 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 | CMD 12 | Init +6 | Perception +2

Mavarro pulls off his hat (is that what that thing on his avatar's head is?) and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his sleeve. He had hoped that the crowd would disperse, but he certainly had not expected them to. He smiles weakly when he hears Nary's applause. They had not been killed by an angry mob - that was certainly something to celebrate, no?

Recognizing the sergeant approaching them, Mavarro not-so-subtly hides Maria's head behind his back. Answering a lengthy questionnaire about the events in the fishery was not in their best interest. Fortunately, the wounded marine grabs his attention first.

"Ah, that would... certainly do it," Mavarro says slowly when he learns of the cause of the outrage. The young, gold-digging queen takes charge? Without even producing an heir first, I'd bet.


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Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

K(local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Ila barely notices who the officer is, let alone his rank. She watches as the crowd dispersed, continuing to focus her attention long after they had gone their separate ways. She sighs, seemingly oblivious of the man beside her, and then finally nods when he says thank you.

She turns around and walks back to the group, melancholy once more, now that her perhaps-suicidal choice resulted in the lesser of two evils.

Once they had returned, she remained quiet, looking incredibly tired, young, and frail in the dim light cast off from the distant burning buildings.


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Sergeant Soldado lets the characters go, though he raises an eyebrow at the crocodile that Auraelia is carrying around. He's got more important things to do right now - the Sable Company Marine needs seeing to, and he and his fellow guards lug the guy down the other street after bidding farewell to the group.

Maria continues sheparding the children, and the rest of the group keeps a lookout for any more mobs. After some careful maneuvering, everybody manages to make it back to Ila and Maria's house. The children fill it up pretty good, and it's crowded with all 12 of them in there.

Maria extends an offer, "I know it's not very safe out there, so you're free to stay here...wherever you can find... if you want to. I'd understand if you'd want to go home, though."


Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Nary frowns when Sergeant Soldado dodges the question as to how the king died.

Whatever. It's not like she really cared. Not her problem.

She follows the group back to Maria's Ila's home, but she continues to ignore Maria. She intends to follow Auraelia right now, since she offered to help her get Isabel out of jail. She sticks by her side, scratching Bloo on the head while she waits to see what the others were going to do.


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

Ila, for her part, returns to the seat she had been sitting in before they left... and goes back to linking her necklace together, not looking up. She tucked her knees up to her chest, pressing them against the table as she did so.


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Aaron stays out of the center of the room, leaning against the wall near the door and keeping out of the children's way. "I won't impose if you're going to be keeping the kids here. I doubt you've got too much room with all of them running around. But if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to deal with the valuables that we... liberated from Lamm's place. He pawned off something that he took from my fiance and I need some gold to buy it back with." He rub flexes his fingers slowly, like he's trying to calm himself. "It's the only thing I have left from her."


Male Human (Varisian) Witch (Cartomancer) 2 | HP 14/14 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 | CMD 12 | Init +6 | Perception +2

"I think I will take you up on that offer, Maria," Mavarro replies, more to the head than to the phantom. He was not in denial like some of the others were, but it was still... strange. "I'm worried about my grandmother, but she knows how to take care of herself. She's certainly smart enough not to go out on a night like this. I on the other hand am not, apparently."

Looking around, he sets Maria's head down somewhere out of Ila's sight, and where the children would not be able to reach it. Not that they would, but it was just a precaution. We'll have to give you a proper burial. Maybe in the morning, after all this craziness over. Well, assuming the city hasn't been burnt down.

With a sigh he takes a seat at the table and pulls out his Harrow deck, habitually performing a quick card count.

"I'm sure we could get a decent price for most of those goods," he says, feeling a little awkward addressing the subject, "But it might be for the best to hold onto the Queen's brooch... or to at least dispose of it in a way that won't bring the guards or marines swooping down on us."


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

"That would likely be wise. I know a guy who fences stolen goods. I don't know if he'll take it thought. But if he's too cautious to buy it, I'm sure he'll know someone who might be a bit more willing to take it off out hands."

He sighs. "Not that it matters until the morning at the very least I suppose. Even if there wasn't a riot in the streets, not a lot of people would be around this late."


Female Human(Shoanti) Hunter/Barbarian(VMC) 2 THP 0 HP 14/24 | Init +3 Percpt +7 (+11 w falcon) | AC 16/10/16 CMD 15 CMB +5 | Fort +6 Ref +3 Will +2 (+2 vs Ench)
Skills:
Climb +8, Handle Animal +4, Heal +6, Intimidate +10, Know(Geography) +5, Know(Nature) +5, Stealth +2, Survival +8 (+9), Swim +5
Spells/SLAs:
lvl 1 (3/3)

"Ila, do you mind if I leave this thing here for the evening? I can take him home and dress him tomorrow," she asks, pointing at the crocodile. "Apart from that we should split things then, I really need to head home. I can return in the morning with Nary before we head out to go get her sister."


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

Ila gives a small shake of her head as she continues to pinch the metal links into place, forming a nice and long, thin chain. She otherwise doesn't respond, eyes still fixed on the table and her craftwork.


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What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Auraelia and Nary stagger across town, avoiding the crowds when they can in an effort to get over to Old Korvosa and back to Auraelia's house.

They manage to get there without any real incident, and Marius comes dashing out of the front door to grab Sigrid and worry about Auraelia's wounds. Apparently he was just watching out of the front window of the house, which has been smashed open by a brick. Together, the parents lay Sigrid (who is well and truly safe now, though she won't heal from her wounds for a long while) in her bed and find a place for Nary to sleep with her ill-gotten loot.

Together, the adults listen to the riots, the fires, and the battles for awhile before falling asleep.

- - - - -

Maria's house is a weird place for the rest of the group to be - Aaron, Ila and Mavarro bed down with the children, doing what they can to entertain them while the streets fill with chaos outside.

Eventually, everybody exhaustedly falls to sleep.

From resting, heal an amount of hp equal to your level + your Con modifier.

Mavarro:
Mavarro dreams that night that he is sitting at a long wooden table, his Harrow cards arrayed on the table.

Right in the center - for the Present in his Harrow spread - lies the Cyclone card.

Across the table from him there is a man. Someone Mavarro knows in the dream, but the man cannot be seen save for a pair of red eyes that glare out of the darkness. He blinks. "Great times lie ahead." he says, his voice like that of a person's favorite grandfather. "I hope you can rise to meet them."

Mavarro wakes up.

Ila:
Ila stands on the center of the Spiral of Pharasma, which extends forever in all directions away from her. It takes her a moment to realize that she's dreaming, but it becomes obvious when a voice echoes through...wherever she is.

The voice carries with it ultimate authority and assurance. "It is said," the voice booms, "That there are two parts to the spiral of life."

The white section of the spiral flashes for a second, and an image of Ila's new friend Auraelia appears before her - a mother, vivacious and friendly. "Life."

The black section of the spiral flashes, and an image of Ila's father appears. "Death."

As the voice speaks, a third line of the spiral is drawn between the two existing lines - a grey line. "...But a third phase exists..."

Just like that, Ila awakens.

Auraelia:
Auraelia dreams vividly once she finally falls asleep at Sigrid's side. When she opens her eyes in the dream, she finds that she is huge - hundreds of feet tall, and standing a good distance away from Korvosa.

She can see the city, small and vulnerable, below her. Above it stands the translucent image of a huge bear, growling protectively as a mysterious shadowy force rolls over the terrain towards the city. As quick as lightning, the shadows strike and slay the bear, which staggers away from the city before collapsing, dead. The shadows roll over Korvosa, casting the city into a deep darkness.

Then, Auraelia awakes.

Nary:
Nary dreams that night of endless streets full of easy theft targets - a huge pile of gold that Nary can lie on and play in with her sister. People doing anything she says.

Nary sits atop a massive tower that gives her an image of everything she's ever owned - which, in this dream, is everything. Every person in the world bends the knee to Nary.

At the height of everything, immense spiked chains erupt from the earth and wrap around her people. Huge heavy chains shooting up wrap around her buildings and crush them. She commands that people combat it, and they do. They fail. Her thralls, slaves, followers - all are dragged beneath the earth, struggling and screaming, by chains that rip as well as they grapple. Nary shouts - "No stop!" as the chains come for her, the tower she stands upon crumbling below her... and in the dream, it is the only order that is ever refused.

Nary awakes just as a loop of chain is about to wrap around her, a cold sweat covering her brow.

Aaron:
Sleep takes you slowly, as you're very wary to let your guard down, but eventually exhaustion claims you and you dream...

You stand in a magnificent treasure vault, a truly gigantic but unsorted gold pile taking up most of the space. The upper reaches of the room are shrouded in shadow, though a monstrous rumbling issues from up there.

The Queen's brooch hangs from your neck, and a reptilian, scaled claw emerges from the shadows at the peak of the gold-mountain. "I want this, and rich reward... shall go to the one who brings it to it's proper owner." The sound of a claw raking loose gold issues throughout the chamber, and the other claw reaches forward to stroke Aaron's cheek. "rich rewards."

The touch of the claw is shockingly cold, and wakes Aaron up immediately.

It is morning. The sounds of rioting have quieted down an extremely significant amount.


Female Human(Shoanti) Hunter/Barbarian(VMC) 2 THP 0 HP 14/24 | Init +3 Percpt +7 (+11 w falcon) | AC 16/10/16 CMD 15 CMB +5 | Fort +6 Ref +3 Will +2 (+2 vs Ench)
Skills:
Climb +8, Handle Animal +4, Heal +6, Intimidate +10, Know(Geography) +5, Know(Nature) +5, Stealth +2, Survival +8 (+9), Swim +5
Spells/SLAs:
lvl 1 (3/3)

Hmm, if I sleep with Focus: Bear, do I gain an extra HP?

Auraelia awakes quite early in the morning, though not feeling better as one might imagine. The previous night adrenaline and her desire to protect Sigrid hid much of the pain, and then exhaustion and relief to be safe at home with her and Marius did the rest. This morning however she feels the aftermath of the terrible wound Gobblegut had dealt her. Laying there on the bed next to Sigrid and Marius, she wonders what the dream she'd had meant. She knew a little about interpreting omens, but she wished she could ask her mother for her interpretation as well. Still, she can't come up with any interpretations that don't bode poorly for Korvosa. She wakes and gets herself somewhat presentable, stopping to give Sigrid a kiss on the forehead, who is still laying in the bed unconscious.

When Marius awakes, she spends some time explaining the previous night's events, and how the others had helped her save Sigrid. When she finishes explaining, her thoughts turn towards the new day. "Marius, could you fix something to eat for Nary and I? I promised I would help vouch for her today so she could get her sister freed. I think Ila or Mavarro might be able to ease some of Sigrid's wounds, so I'll try to see if one of them can make it by later today."

As he puts something together to eat, she spends a while cleaning her gear by hand, and then using magic to mend it. When she's satisfied, she dons it and goes to rouse Nary from the makeshift guest area they'd strung together with a couple sheets the previous night. "Rise and shine, Nary. We should have something to eat here shortly, then we can go get your sister," she says as she sticks her head in.


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What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

No - like the number of rage rounds you have, temporary increases to Con doesn't increase that. I think you should be at 14/24 hit points (grazed), Auraelia.

Sigrid is much better - her wounds have begun to heal and her breathing is much easier.

She is at -2/8hp.

Marius listens to Auraelia's tale with no small amount of wonder, and seems transfixed by her during the telling. He smiles and looks into her eyes. When she asks if he'll make breakfast, he delays for a second. "Sometimes," he says with a sigh, "I wonder why such an incredible woman like you loves me."

Then he springs up and walks to the kitchen. "Then I remember - I make great breakfast." And he does! He fires up the house's small gas stove and with a dab of butter, a small amount of peanut butter, chili powder, water and garlic, he makes a delicious-smelling sauce that fills the house. He then puts the pan of sauce aside and makes three cups of steaming, soft rice and a handful of peas and carrots.

He puts the resulting pile of food into the sauce and then fries two eggs, slicing them into three pieces. The eggs go on the top of the bowl of rice and vegetables.

It takes about half an hour, which is more than enough time for Auraelia to do her maintenance.


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Aaron wakes early, as he does every morning, though he feels more tired than normal. The image of his dream sticks in his mind and her absently reaches for his neck, checking to be certain that he's not actually wearing anything there. Shaking himself, he stretches out, testing his injuries and seeing how far he can push himself today. He can still feel a soreness in his chest and back, but it seems more like bruised ribs than anything cracked. It will do for now.

Not entirely comfortable staying in close quarters with everyone else for too long, he heads out front to get some fresh air. He sits next to the door and digs out the formulae book, beginning to study the details. Most of the ingredients to put together the weapons and formulae are easy enough to get, providing he can have some time to track them down. Maria might even have some of them around, considering that she was a spell caster herself. He makes a mental note to ask Ila when she wakes.


Male Human (Varisian) Witch (Cartomancer) 2 | HP 14/14 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 | CMD 12 | Init +6 | Perception +2

Mavarro had little doubt in his mind that Gaedren deserved his death. The atrocities he had committed against his companions and their families would have been justification enough, but countless others had suffered at his hands. He was glad to have helped them rid Korvosa of him. And yet, none of that changed the possibility that he had gone after the wrong man.

Assuming Gaedren told Aaron the truth, he had not peddled drugs in quite some time. He could not have been responsible for Silva's death. Ultimately, it meant that he was back to square one - just like with Gaedren, all he had now was the name of the perpetrator. Barvasi. Could he be the Cyclone...? Mavarro frowns at the thought before dismissing it. Surely the Cyclone would represent more than the machinations of a mere criminal. There is a storm coming...

Dreams were not things to take lightly. And so just minutes after he wakes, Mavarro sits at the table, consulting his cards once more. After all, the Harrow is the means by which all is revealed. There was always some uncertainty to the cards, but even more so with the eyes that read them. Fortunately, he did not have to read them alone. Ancestors, guide me.

Preparing spells and using Harrow Chosen trait to cast augury. What will the future bring should Mavarro go after Barvasi? 72% chance of a meaningful answer.


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

Mavarro:
The strands of fate point towards negative outcomes when it comes to going after Barvasi - woe.


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

When the others awake, Maria is nowhere to be found. Ila is still sitting in her chair, though she's slumped forward, her head pressed against the edge of the table. The silver chain that she had been working on is mostly complete in the floor beside the table; she'd continued to work long into the night, effectively ignoring everything else, while her mother set about the task of making sure everyone (the children first) was able to bed down. The position looks incredibly uncomfortable.

At the sound of movement, she awakens, pushing herself off from the table, a thin indention across her forehead. She slowly looks around... and spots the children. Then the others who had stayed the night, and the blank expression slackens, her mouth tugging down of its own volition. The dent merges with several other creases... and the pace of her breathing changes, but she says nothing, instead just drawing her legs back up to her chest, and hugging her knees, gaze moving across the table to Mavarro with his harrowing, which hadn't woken her initially.


Male Human (Varisian) Witch (Cartomancer) 2 | HP 14/14 | AC 12, T 12, FF 10 | Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 | CMD 12 | Init +6 | Perception +2

I see. Thank you. With a heaving sigh Mavarro leans back in his chair and stretches out his arms, but his eyes don't leave the array before him. The results were not surprising. Going after an established crime lord - a more dangerous one than Gaedren, at that - without the unlikely assistance of some like-minded individuals did not exactly spell out "weal" to him. No, that was a woeful proposition if he had ever heard one. Unfortunately, that just left him at more of a loss.

The Varisian man chuckles as he slowly starts to scoop the deck together, finished with his morning communion. His hand stops when it comes across the Cyclone. With a frown Mavarro brushes his fingers against its worn, hand-painted surface. Not Barvasi, then. This threat was in the present. Then those mobs yesterday... the King's death?

"I have a bad feeling about this," he mumbles before looking up, realizing that Ila is awake. He quickly snatches up the card, smooths out the deck and puts it away. "Sorry, I did not mean to wake you."


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

One of the children at Maria and Ila's house moves up to Ila. She can't be older than six, and her straw-blonde hair badly needs a brush. She grabs Ila's index finger and says, "Where's your mom? I'm hungry."


Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Nary’s already awake. She’s been awake for awhile.

Between her awful nightmare, the fact that she was in someone else’s home, and the anxiety revolving around getting her sister back, she has enough thoughts muddling around in her head to keep her from sleeping much. She gets enough to rest her mind – re-center her thoughts – but not much else.

She peers out from under her blanket at Auraelia.

”Okay.” She glances at Bloo, who she made sure guarded her while she slept. ”Is it okay if Bloo stays here? I can’t promise he won’t pee on everything, but he told me he once fought a goblin dog, so he’ll be good at guarding your kid from getting kidnapped again.”

tall tale tellin’: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

The children, despite a lack of space, gave Bloo a very wide berth during the night and don't really get near him when the morning comes. Their distrust of the dog spreads to Nary as well, and none of them approach or talk to her during the morning.


Init +3 | HP 14/14 | AC: 15, T13, FF13 | Fort: +1 Ref: +5 Will: +7 (+2 vs Illusions) | Perception +7 | 5/5 Tricks Gnome Mesmerist 2

Hmmmmmmmm. I thought the children were at Maria and Ila's with Mavarro/Aaron? And Auraelia and Nary went back to Auraelia's house? Or did the children come with?


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

Ila bites her lip, as she looks to the little girl. Her eyes start to well up, but she doesn't let herself cry. She closes her eyes to push the tears back, and shakes her head. "I... I'll see if I can find her.." she says, as she heads for the door. She nearly knocks her chair over on the way away from the table, as she quickly maneuvers through the group of children, before pressing her way quickly out, and disappearing into the open world... for long enough to push her mother out of her head... and back to the here and now.


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Aaron can hear the sounds of the others beginning to wake inside and he closes the book, tucking it away in his belt pouch again. He stands up just as Ila stumbles outside and raises an eyebrow as she calls forth the ghost of her mother. "Huh. You don't see that every day. Are you okay?"


Female Spiritualist/Rogue WP (1/36) VP (12/32)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 17/12/15/15 | Fort/Ref/Will +07/+07/+08 | Init +02 | Perception +14, Stealth +7
Skills:
+14: Perception; +12: Diplomacy, Sense Motive; +11: C(Tattoo); +10: Heal; +9: K(Nobility, History, Religion, Local), Spellcraft; +7: Stealth, Survival; +6: K(Geo); +2: Climb, Swim

"Yes." Ila affirms, while shaking her head. She clenches her fists, and closes her eyes. "Fine." she nods, after a moment. "The children need for us to be strong... and they need our help. They're hungry." she says after a moment, to her mother. She looks over Aaron for a moment (I keep trying to spell it Ehren, you monster.), and then looks slightly away. "I can mend your wounds... maybe. But I might not get all of them. I need to heal Sigrid and Aurelia, too." she says, moving back towards the door, and focusing on the guilt that currently gnawed at her. She closes her eyes as the swirling magic appears once more, and she presses her hand to whichever portion of his body is closest.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7


Male Human (Chelaxian/Varisian) Slayer (Cutthroat) 1/Alchemist (Toxicant) 1 | HP: 20/20 | AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +4, Reflex: +3, Will: +2 | Init: +1 | Perception +4

Aaron just nods slightly. "They're not weak kids," he points out. "They've had it rough, but they're not weak." He tries to put on a smile. "But I think everyone could use something to eat. Would you mind if I borrow your kitchen? There's a few things I picked up at Lamm's hideout that I want to try out." He nods as she calls out her magic and sighs as the pain of the last of his bruises lifts. A small hiss escapes his lips as one rips that wasn't quite healed shifts back into place. "Thank you." He rolls his shoulders. "That's much better."


Female Human(Shoanti) Hunter/Barbarian(VMC) 2 THP 0 HP 14/24 | Init +3 Percpt +7 (+11 w falcon) | AC 16/10/16 CMD 15 CMB +5 | Fort +6 Ref +3 Will +2 (+2 vs Ench)
Skills:
Climb +8, Handle Animal +4, Heal +6, Intimidate +10, Know(Geography) +5, Know(Nature) +5, Stealth +2, Survival +8 (+9), Swim +5
Spells/SLAs:
lvl 1 (3/3)

Yeah the Bloo would've come with Nary and Auraelia back to her place. So no kids apart from Sigrid :p

Earlier

Auraelia laughs at Marius's comment about being good for making breakfast, adding, "I can think of a few other reasons," and giving him a wink. She leans in and gives him a passionate kiss, then gets back to preparing for the day.

Afterwards

"Let's get moving then, Marius fixed us some food. You'll enjoy it, he makes a great breakfast," she says cheerfully. She parts the makeshift wall further, gesturing for her to go sit at the table. "We'll have your sister bailed out in no time! What's she like? That'll be two gnomes I've met in as many days!" She gives Nary's hair a ruffle as she heads out to sit, smiling at her. Auraelia then goes and takes a seat as well and digs into the food with enthusiasm.


What? Half-Elf Writer 1 / Dancer 1 / Chemist 1

You're right, my mistake. You'll have to excuse me sometimes like that XD

Sigrid is too unconscious to be creeped out by Bloo, but Marius doesn't have a problem with keeping the pit bull around. He serves everyone breakfast before they plan to go out to the Citadel to get Isabel freed.

Maria sighs as she comes to rest on the ground in front of Ila. "I remember Mavarro saying something about being able to cure wounds as well. Witches can sometimes do that.", she says. "Come, I'm sure we can find some food for the children. Anything but fish pies."

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