Militarized Magic Arc II: Into Altiendel (Inactive)

Game Master Mikkel Madsenn

Roster of NPCs, World map, Combat map


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Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel nods solemnly seeing the logic of the situation. "Okay, but Henri, we'll help you too soon!"


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Posted on behalf of Xizoh (feel free to add to any of this Xizoh).

Xizoh nods. “Okay, let’s go. Everyone ready?” he pats his gear.

Dulae doesn't meet Henri's eyes, but sticks close to the party as they make their way from the waiting room.

If the party proceeds into the Captain and Silo’s office, they overhear Captain Vazquez telling off Silo in hushed tones inside. “... and for the whole building to hear. Honestly, Silo.”

As the party enters, the tall man who entered the office ahead of the party says, “Ah, so you decided to join us.”

"That'll do Master Kieran," Captain Vazquez says sternly. She offers no comment on the party's recent indecision as she beckons the party, Silo, and the lieutenants to join Master Kieran around one of the front desks. The party recalls Master Kieran was meant to provide information relevant to the mission.

Lieutenant Buhari glances out into the waiting room, then shuts the office door behind the party. Kieran waits for everyone to gather around the captain, then points to the party. “Just so we’re clear, we’re sending a bunch of Abbhen adventurers to find a missing Altiendel military mage and investigate corruption somewhere high up in the Altiendel government? That’s the plan?”

Silo tils his head sideways, considering this description. “I would not have expressed it that way myself, but yes, I suppose that is indeed the plan.”

“I like it,” Kieran grins. “More reliable than sending Altiendel soldiers anyway. No offense, Captain.”

Captain Vazquez narrows her eyes at Kieran. “What can you tell us about cult activity to the north, Master Kieran?”

Kieran shrugs. “I can’t fathom it. If you’re a necromancer looking to eat babies and go about your evil business unaccosted by paladins and whatnot, of all the places in the world or even the southern continent, would you set up camp in Altiendel?”

“I suppose not. I had rather hoped you could tell us why,” the captain says drily.

Kieran holds up his hands in a defeated gesture.

Captain Vazquez tsks in frustration. “Show our team the map, please Silo?”

Silo unrolls a large map labelled ‘Kinghaven’ in large letters and clears his throat.
There is now a new Kinghaven map in the World map doc (above).

“The Kinghaven castle is up on a hill,” he points to the castle. “This is where you’ll teleport to. Major Tai Kijel is a good friend of mine and the captain’s. They are expecting you. Apparently there is plenty of cover in all the fuss to prepare for the Kinghaven troops to arrive home from Southtown and the arrival of the Prince and her troops. Major Kijel will smuggle you out over this bridge in peak distraction just before the Prince arrives, when the guards will be much more focused on who’s entering rather than leaving the city,” he points to the bridge over the River Forth, marked in brown.

“It’s one of my favorite cities really, the winding streets are lovely for the first snow,” Silo continues.

“Silo, focus please,” says Captain Vazquez.

“Er, yes, well,” Silo smiles awkwardly at the party. “Awfully glad you did decide to go today.”


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel tries to put on a stern look, "He has to be stopped, and we can help. There's just so much trouble going on right now! We need to set things right."


Mikkel's interpretation of Cel's post: said to the party in the waiting rooms before they head into the office. Message: 'Ezikiel needs to be stopped, but we should deal with this other stuff first.' (Holler if that's not right and I can field accordingly.)


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Up for a bot: Henri. I'll give it 'til Tuesday early afternoon Pacific/late CEST.

Also, please see the discussion when you get the chance.


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Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri sighs, resting a hand on her revolver and leaning against the wall, semi-nervous. She was happy to be getting away from this place, she had been here far too long. "Yeah. He may follow us, but, corruption, Red's dad, more important stuff to take care of." While Henri sounds serious about Alaina's father, her voice is somewhat uninterested when she mentions the corruption.


"We report to Major Kijel after teleporting. Understood." Dara repeats Silo's instructions.

Alaina clenches Greenwall, eager to be on their way.

"Captain," Dulae interjects. "We believe there is dangerous man who has possibly set up dangerous traps in Abbhen valley pass. I would recommend a team investigate with great caution."

Captain Vazquez frowns. "What else can you tell us?"

Without glancing at Henri, Dulae says, "We think it's the same man we encountered on our way to recover Silo on Mount Oranis. He left a threatening note directing us to the pass."

"The one with the hawk? " Captain Vazquez asks.

"Didn't you say you'd seen a hawk around?" Lieutenant Buhari asks Lieutenant Narwita.

"Yes," Narwita replies. "It's flown to the pass every night for at least a few days."

"We have some leads then. I'll send a team later today," says the captain. "Our thanks."

Dulae nods.

"If you need any camping supplies, you should ask Major Kijel where to find them in Kinghaven," Lieutenant suggests to the party.

"Yes, good," agrees Captain Vazquez. "Anything else? Everyone clear on your mission?"

"Weren't we meant to get funding for travel costs?" asks Dara.

"Oh! Er, right," says Silo. "Just a moment," he darts into his office.

In the moment of quiet after Silo leaves, Dulae turns toward the party. "It looks like this is goodbye." Her scowl fades a little. "I regret that I am unable to join you."


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Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

The doctor's face is pensive, and solemn as he adds, "He has no compunctions about lethal force."

Turning to give Dulae a melancholic grin, Xizoh shakes his head. "We can hardly hoard you all to ourselves Sunshine." Reaching out to rest his hand on her shoulder, the half elf's smile widens ever so slightly. "Try not to be too wild without us."

Sorry! I've been bouncing between packing for college, finishing last minute errands, and my last week of work.


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Still unsure of how he should behave around her, Cel apprehensively gives Dulae a hug that ends up being more awkward than warm. But then smiles wide and says, "Thank you for everything."


"Noted," Captain Vazquez replies to Xizoh's comment on the dangerous man in the pass.

Dulae returns Xizoh's gesture, resting a hand on his opposite shoulder. "I'll do what I can, Doctor. I'm counting on you to make sure everyone makes it back safely."

Dulae recoils a little in surprise at the hug, but then returns it. "You're welcome, Rabbit." She pats Cel gently on the back. "Remember to think before you act. Good luck."

"Sergeant," Dara offers a hand to Dulae. "Been a pleasure."

"Take care, Corporal," Dulae shakes Dara's hand firmly.

Alaina offers Dulae a one-armed hug. "Nice fighting with you."

"Same," Dulae returns the embrace. "I hope you find your father. I wish I could be there to help."

Alaina nods in acknowledgement. Dulae glances at Henri, last to say goodbye.

Silo whistles cheerfully as he returns from his office. "I have 500 gold to offer you." He hands Xizoh a leather purse that's heavy with coin. "That should cover what you need to get to Marcus and return."
Xizoh has acquired 500 gold in platinum pieces in a leather purse.

"Letters are not secure," Captain Vazquez adds. "It's best to report back to Major Kijel or here directly."

“Oh, and one more thing,” Master Kieran holds up a finger. “It’s probably nothing, but just in case." He pauses dramatically. "Shapeshifters.”

“What?” asks the captain incredulously. Dulae rolls her eyes.

"There are reports of shapeshifters spotted in Altiendel. It might be related," Kieran says.

"Nonsense," says Silo. "There haven't been fey here for hundreds of years." He thinks for a moment, then amends, "Not when we're approaching winter anyway, they dislike the cold."

"There must be some confusion. Why would faeries suddenly come to Altiendel at the same time as the cults?" asks Captain Vazquez with disbelief.

Kieran shrugs. "I'm just reporting what I've heard. Maybe there's some common cause."

The party remembers children's stories of fey, who make contracts with mortals and can morph to have any humanoid shape they've seen. Kieran's comment about a common cause also triggers a memory of the the comb, the artifact of Norah the boy on the mountain obtained somehow.


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri nods in agreement with Xizoh's assessment. "You probably won't catch him. But I hope you do."

Henri looks back at Dulae, expression almost neutral, but with a hint of frustration hidden somewhere within it. She felt as though yesterday she had said all that was needed, but still didn't want to say goodbye. After an awkward pause, she stepped forward and extended a hand. "See ya later, Re-enlisted Sergeant Sunshine. Don't go do anything stupid, like dyin', all right?"

The elf sniffs and steps back to lean against the wall, looking for something to stare at that isn't a person. There were too many people in this damn room. "How can someone see a shapeshifter and report it? Ain't the whole point of them to be that you can't tell they ain't human?" Still, she nervously considers the implication of there being shapeshifters in town.


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

Reassuringly giving his medical satchel a pat, Xizoh nods. "You got it, though it hardly seems fair to reassign me my duties."

Tucking the money into a pocket, Xizoh raises his arm in confusion at the mention of a shapeshifter. "Henri raises a good point." Pausing for a moment to tuck his hand beneath his chin, supporting the gesture with his free hand, Xizoh has flashes of childhood stories and shouted sayings of fey mention, but lacks anything to contribute. He had avoided magic with a passion, and fey fell into that category.


Dulae takes Henri's hand with a small grin. "I expect you'll be the very essence of prudence yourself, Fireball."

Kieran waves a hand at the rest of the room, "Alright, alright, hang on with the questions." He produces a thick travel-worn leather bound notebook from an interior pocket.

Kieran flips through the pages. "Here we go," he says to himself, pointing to a page near the end of the notebook. "A second hand account of one Eilidh Murdoch of the Altiendel border guard, taken two weeks ago near the Mezzacappan border.

"A town cleric of Altien was witnessed by nearly the entire town's population morphing into the form of a Dretch after announcing the end of times was upon them. The Dretch touched the noses of three children, then morphed into the form of the cleric's spouse and fled to the woods. The cleric herself and her partner were found unconscious in a nearby home. The town is still in panic."

Silo chuckles, "Quite some practical joke." Captain Vazquez elbows him in the ribs and his laugh turns to a cough.

"Oh, it gets better," Kieran says, flipping the page. "A week earlier a few towns over, someone impersonating three different farmers, a stablehand, and a prison guard released all animals, horses, and prisoners into the streets. Most animals were recovered, but the human prisoners escaped. After dark the same day the daughter of one of the farmers mysteriously gained the ability to fly and was promptly chased out of town." He shuts the notebook and holds it up. "I have a few more cases clustered toward the north of Altiendel, all within the last few months."

The party remembers this is the same timescale as the mist was first observed on Mount Oranis.

"Silo?" Captain Vazquez asks the wizard to explain.

"It does indeed sound like the fey, although they're normally not so industrious in my experience," Silo nods. "Even the most powerful fey cannot hold an assumed form without permission for more than a minute or two without great pain, and permission expires with the next sunrise. They can only truly take the shape of those whose forms they've collected through contracts."

"Charming," comments the captain.

Silo grins. "They're not evil, but they certainly have a fondness for chaos. Be careful what you say around them, they will take your words literally. Their magic is in some ways very powerful, but couched in ritualistic legalese."

Feel free to ask any questions you like - the NPCs will respond.

Silo glances at an hour glass. "Well now," he says to the party. "The major is expecting you. Best be on your way. Are you ready?"

All PCs prepare to teleport pending three indications of readiness.


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

"Um...what's a Dretch?" Cel asks shyly. "And a fey?" He blushes deeply.


"A dretch is a lower form of demon," Dulae replies. "They are fairly easy for cultists who worship the abyss to summon and control."

Captain Vazquez, Silo, Master Kieran, Lieutenant Buhari, and Dara show no surprise that Dulae knows this. Lieutenant Narwita raises an eyebrow and Alaina looks indifferent.

"I saw a couple dretches once." Kieran says. "They were about the height of the corporal here," he gestures at Dara. "Foul-smelling, hulking monsters. Nearly as wide as they are tall with beady eyes and claws," he wrinkles his nose.

Kieran looks back up at Cel. "What's a fey? Where in Norah's pits did you come from that you didn't have faerie stories?"

Lieutenant Buhari and Dulae both shoot Kieran a warning glance, protective of Cel.

Kieran speaks more gently. "You know," he gestures like he's searching for words. "Fey, faeries, fair folk. Immortals that delight in causing trouble when they can be bothered to take an interest in those of us inching our way toward death. Surely you've heard the story about the faerie who stole the shape of the king's lover." Without waiting for an answer Kieran explains quickly in a hurried tone, "The king tricked the faerie by offering a feast and bound him in iron, then the faerie's father made a contract to trade his son's freedom in exchange for giving the human king magic, and that's how humans gained sorcery. Yeah?"

This simple children's story is familiar to Cel, Henri, and Xizoh. The party is fairly sure this is not how humans gained sorcery, but they have heard that it's true that faeries can be bound in iron.


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

"Ritualistic legalese?" Xizoh gives Silo a sideways look. "Are you saying we should brush up on our contract writing as to avoid being harmed at their hands?" I don't want Anathema and a fey to ever, ever meet.


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri recalls the reams of parchement her father did business on and shudders. "I'd rather just harm them first if worst came to worst," she declares, hand resting on her pistol grip. "While a shapeshifter sounds dangerous, as long as we trust no one and have some sort of... call sign to make sure we are who we say we are. If the shapeshifters are actually a threat at all."


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

"Those things sound awful! Can they be fought? Do they die?" Cel asks in excited tones.

After hearing the story, "Oh yeah, I know that story, those creatures are real? I'd always thought those were just made up stories for kids, nothing based on any reality." He blushes again. "I guess those stories had to come from somewhere. Sorry." He takes a small step back sinking in among the group a bit again.


"Not at all," Silo says reassuring in reply to Xizoh. "Your life and welfare are yours by right in the eyes of the fey. Unless you do something to forfeit it, of course."

"They can be quite interesting company," he continues. " I knew a faerie by the name of Oona who collected blue. He had all sorts of things in beautiful blue hues. Tapestries, clothes, bottles. Come to think of it, he seemed keenly interested in my eyes for a time," Silo adjusts his glasses, making his blue eyes appear large.

"They fey have an unusual sense of ownership," says Captain Vazquez. "Contracts have been negotiated with offers of water from a nearby stream or blood already spent."

"Or first born children," Master Kieran chimes in. "Kidding," he says in an unconvincing tone at the look the captain shoots him. "The fey also trade in information. They're very curious."

"And they're mostly very old. Fey tend to know most other fey. If you do kill a faerie, some fey might be glad, others might hold a grudge," Silo says.

"Please do not antagonize the fey," Captain Vazquez says. "The King has a good relationship with the Fey Court. And if a faerie claims to be from the Court please do not attack them. Inform them you're with King Ellanorah and if they are loyal to the Court they should let you pass."

"They can indeed die young master, but even outside of politics I advise against engaging a shapeshifter unless you are very sure you will overcome them," Master Kieran says seriously. "Iron or magic are the only effective weapons, and they're blindingly fast when they want to be. Plus you'll can really hide from a powerful faerie, particularly one that knows your name."

The party is surprised to learn there is a Fey Court and that Altiendel has diplomatic relations with it.

"But right, like I said," says Master Kieran. "They fey probably won't be an issue on your mission."

Henri:

Henri gets the impression with the unusual circumstances the party is hearing information most Altiendel civilians are not privy to.


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

Ready for teleport


Thanks Xizoh. 1/3 ready to teleport.

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Up for a bot: Henri. I'll give it until Wednesday early Pacific / late CEST.

"Will the fey expect some sign or token that we're working for the King?" asks Dara.

"Hm, well, it certainly couldn't hurt," says Silo. He reaches into his robes and pulls out a small, thin piece of silver on a silver chain fashioned into the coat of arms of Her Majesty King Ellenorah. "Just remember if you're captured by our enemy and they find this, it will be difficult to convince them you do not serve the King."

Dara nods. She puts the necklace on and tucks it inside her shirt so that it's not visible.

Alaina takes Cel's hand and gives it a squeeze. "Let's do this."

"I am also ready to depart," says Dara.


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel nods kurtly with a look of determination on his face.

Ready to go!


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri tugs her goggles from the brim of her hat to her eyes, and re-adjusts her pack to sit a bit more comfortable on her back. "Let's get it on."

Ready!


Hold on tight, here we go!

Silo directs the party to stand to the side of the desks inside a ring marked on the stone floor with worn white paint.

“Good luck,” he says fondly. Captain Vazquez raises a hand in farewell. Lieutenants Buhari and Narwita follow her lead. Dulae is the last to wave goodbye.

“This may feel a bit strange,” Silo says, deftly gesturing the beginnings of a spell. A sheet of blue light rises from the ring, encasing the party. The office begins to dim around them and the blue light flickers, arcing around the ring and feeling pleasantly warm and ticklish to those it touches.

Cel, Xizoh, Alaina, and Dara are reminded of their experience with the teleportation orb, but instead of shocking them and scattering them around Mount Oranis, the party sees only darkness against the flickering blue light for a long minute.

Suddenly, a large room begins to come into view around them. The party sees a wide, opulent hall with marble arches that sweep gracefully twenty feet overhead. Large stained-glass windows depicting a mighty Altien striking down her foes cast the room in rich colors that look dazzlingly bright compared to the dim torches and dull stone of the Southtown military building.

The party is standing on marble platform raised a foot off of the floor with an inlaid teleportation ring of gold. It looks like this room must have once been inside the royal chambers, but was re-purposed for use as a permanent teleportation hub.

Cel, Xizoh:

This is by far the nicest, most expensive room you've ever seen.

A tall half-elf in the blue uniform of an Altiendel military officer stands nearby, alone in the room and watching the party’s arrival intently from a vantage point where they can see both of the room’s closed doors at once. They look older than either Captain Vazquez or Silo, with a shock of grey hair on their temples. Their attire down to the part of their hair is orderly and well-kempt, but slight bags under their eyes give the impression they are tired.

Henri:

Henri thinks she has since their face before, but she can’t place it. If it were one of the many faces at a dinner party or a ball, there’s some chance they know her family.

From the decor on the uniform, Henri recognizes they are a high ranking military official.

“I’m Major Tai Kijel. You must be Captain Vazquez’s Abbhen team,” they say in a pleasant, warm voice. “Welcome to Kinghaven.”


Dulae's epilogue:

After the party disappears, Dulae sighs. Buhari squeezes her shoulder before returning to work and Kieran approaches softly.

"I’m having a harder time connecting to Altien. Like she’s growing more distant. Do you feel it?"

Dulae looks at him with some alarm. "No."

Kieran looks sad for a moment, then grins. "It probably nothing. Forget I mentioned it, youngling." He ruffles Dulae's hair. "Let's go hunt some traitors."

Dulae picks up her sword and shield. "Ready, accursed necromancer, sir."


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Oblivious to the Major, Cel blurts out, "Wooooooooow, this is beautiful!" His eyes continue gazing around the majesty still not recognizing that someone spoke.


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri tips her hat. "M'major." Keeping her goggles on, she glances at Cel and smiles slightly, shaking her head. "Dunno if you were expecting anyone other than the Abbhen team, but yeah, that's us." She crossed her arms, seemingly unaffected by the opulence of the room (although if nothing else, she looks minorly uncomfortable). "I'm Hen-" she pauses for a split second as she realizes that, even as a nickname, Henri was still very close to Henrietta, and she had been using the name for years - unfortunately, it was also a very hard name to obfuscate when she had already said half of it. "-ri." She just left it at that.


Major Kijel smiles indulgently at Cel's wonder. "It is."

Alaina squeezes Cel's hand again, then lets it go. "My name is Alaina Steele." The major's eyes widen slightly in recognition.

"Corporal Dara Shadeshard," Dara says shortly.

"Of the Abbhen ACTF," Major Kijel says with a tone of approval. "Welcome, Corporal."

Cel, Henri, Xizoh:

You are not sure with the ACTF is.

"Nice to meet you Hen-ri," they grin. "You're my only appointment for the next hour, but I'll admit you are not what I was expecting."

"Quickly now," The major ushers the party down from the platform and toward them with a wave. "We don't have much time."

Once the party is gathered close to Major Kijel, they continue in a low voice, "Obviously you've heard there trouble in the north; a stirring of evil within our borders. The King is away in the Shining City calling for calm. The Kinghaven troops are en route from Southtown and the local Kinghaven guard is understaffed. Just before the Prince's return is an ideal time to sneak you out of the city and on your way unnoticed."

The major pulls a rough piece of parchment out of their pocket and unfolds it, revealing a rough map of Abbhen, Altiendel, and southern Mezzacappa. "The unit led by Preema Grener, including Marcus Steele," they say with a glance at Alaina, "Was last heard from operating out of a base northeast of Teresct, working the southern foothills of the Green Mountains. There are reports of cultist sightings nearby in Occhnor, so you might start there," Major Kijel points to the town.
(This is map 1 of the world map.)

South of the Green Mountains. Where Master Kieran said the family in my dream was from... Dara's stomach drops.

"You’ll definitely be noticed if you leave Kinghaven at this hour; there's not much other foot traffic for cover." The major unfolds another piece of parchment that turns out to be a near-copy of the Kinghaven map the party saw in Silo's office. They hand the map to Henri and say, "You are here, in the castle. You'd best leave tomorrow morning when all attention is on preparations for the prince's arrival. She will come from the northwest and you can slip over the bridge and head north." they point to the brown rectangle over the River Forth. "I strongly advise you not to sneak off over the river - it would not be good to be seen skulking about. Everyone is nervous about the rumors, and our patrols might shoot first and ask questions later."
(Henri has acquired a copy of map 2 of the world map.)


==== Initiating autobot sequence GM002 ====
Up for a bot: Xizoh.
I'll give it until Friday early afternoon Pacific / late CEST.


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

Closing his eyes at the act of teleportation, Xizoh blinks rapidly at their destination. Such opulence. As the other give their greeting the doctor gives a small bow. "Xizoh Shadelock, nice to make your acquaintance."

As the major displays the maps the half elf's brow furrows. "Do you have somewhere we can stay without raising suspicion while we wait for daybreak to give us our opportunity,"


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

"ACTF?" Henri mumbles, casting a sidelong glance at Dara. They hadn't interacted much, but that sounded suspiciously military for Alaina's 'cousin'. Still, she shrugged at what sounded like a backhanded insult from the major, and accepts the map. "We'll keep that in mind." She looks over the map closely. "Seems simple enough. She'll be using... a different bridge then?" The elf nods in agreement with Xizoh. "And somewhere with something decent to drink," she added on at the end of his request. "Altiendel taverns, I swear..."


"You must be the doctor. Good to have you here." Major Kijel says to Xizoh. "Yes, I know of an inn where an eclectic group should blend in." They points to a spot on the map near the river. "The King's Quay."
The King's Quay is now marked with a red dot in the world map.

The major looks up at Henri's repetition of the acronym with surprise. "My apologies, I assumed-" They glance at Dara, who narrows her eyes.

"It's fine. It's no secret," Dara says brusquely.

"I see. I leave it to you then," Major Kijel says uncertainly, looking between Henri and Dara. They clear their throat and answer Henri's next question. "She'll be coming from the western road, through the northern part of the West Forest. She won't need to cross the river."

Tai smiles. "I think you won't find any shortage of Abbhen ale at the Quay. Archana, the innkeeper, grew quite a taste for it during his adventures south."


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Unsure of what he's supposed to do in these settings he goes for the comfortable and starts studying the map. He tries to listen to everything going on, but much of it feels over his head. There's a comfort in the map, though, familiar from the geographical studies when he was a bit younger. He squints trying to determine scale from the map. In a soft, slightly sheepish voice Cel asks, "How far is Occhnor from Kinghaven?"


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

"Yes, I am the doctor. I don't suppose you could tell me what sort of wounds we should expect. Bandages can fix quite a bit, but not everything."

Glancing at Dara, Xizoh returns to inspecting the map. It's none of my business, and she has been a good person. There is no reason for me to poke my nose where it doesn't belong. Smiling at Henri's comment of ale, the half elf fondly shakes his head.


"Occhnor is about six days' ride north of Kinghaven if you follow this road north," Major Kijel points to the larger road leading north from the bridge. "It would take at least twice as long to walk. If you're interested in buying horses, there's a stable just down the road from the King's Quay. You can find camping equipment and anything else you need at a store just across the road. Archana should be able to advise you further."

"None, I hope." The major smiles at Xizoh. "But I take your meaning. The most common reported injury inflicted by the cultists thus far is burn wounds, but I'd advise you be prepared for anything."

They glance at one of the closed doors. "It won't be long before someone notices an unusual crowd in here. We should get you across town and settled for the night. Is there anything else I can do to help you on your way?"


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

"How convenient." Henri sighs at the mention of burn wounds. "First ale, then horses. We don't want to be traveling any longer than we have to be." Henri hesitates, wanting to pry into Dara's sudden classification, but choosing not to. "Anything else you think we should know?" She fidgets with the handle of her pistol, obviously a bit anxious to get moving.


“No one outside of myself and those in Southtown should know of your mission,” Major says solemnly. “Keep your presence and your purpose quiet, and I hope no one will interfere.”

The major waits for any further questions, then leads the party out through the nearest door into a marble hallway. The party sees plush carpet, colorful tapestries lining the walls, and velvety curtains covering large windows. Through open doors along the hall the party spots soldiers wearing purple sashes same color as Major Kijel’s working at handsomely carved wooden desks. The party is struck by the splendor of the soldiers’ work environment contrasted with spartan military style desks and chairs of Southtown.

The major stops the party near a large double door. “The King’s Quay isn’t far from here. Good luck,” they reach up to offer a handshake then freeze, looking past the party.

“May I interject amidst your guests, my great and honorable Major Kijel?” calls a man from behind the party wearing leather armor, a sword, and a purple sash.

A fleeting expression of alarm crosses the major’s face, quickly replaced by a look of mild irritation. “What is it, Guard Furler?”

“Terry Furler, your most humble servant and loyal guard of Her Majesty, the Prince. At your service, always,” the man introduces himself to the party, bending into a deep bow flourished with a series of grandiose hand gestures. “I can’t help but notice you must be the magnificent heroes of Southtown who saved our dear beloved wizard, gentleman of scholars. Such bravery. What an honor to stand in your presence.” He scrapes the floor with his hat delivering another sweeping bow.

Major Kijil frowns. “How did you hear about this, Furler?”

“News of noble deeds travels fast, my splendid and most dutiful Major. Why, even now they are singing songs of the Mighty Bulae, Altien’s favored, and her brave servants, the Incredible Healer Zeezow,” he points to Alaina, “the Great Gunman Henry” he points to Xizoh, “Beautiful Bowmistress Dareen” he points to Dara, “Elena the Strong” he points to Henri, ”and his Excellence, Sir Pel,” he points to Cel. “Am I right, aren’t I?” he smiles knowingly.

Alaina looks down at Greenwall and back up at Terry after he mistakes her for a healer. Dara snorts loudly.

“Songs,” Captain Kijel rubs their temples.

Cel:

Cel thinks Terry seems really nice. He doesn’t remember ever being treated so deferentially. He notices Terry does not mistake anyone for Dulae, which seems odd given his other mistakes.

Henri:

Terry’s ingratiating behavior reminds Henri of lesser nobles trying to work their way up the King's courts. It doesn’t strike her as unusual for Altiendel, but she’s somewhat surprised to see it in a military setting, where advancement is meant to be based on merit.

Xizoh:

Something about the way Terry Furler is acting reminds Xizoh of the way people would act toward Abbhen authority figures after getting caught harassing him or his family.

“You are staying at the Quay? I am headed near there myself,” Terry says. “It would be my great honor to have the pleasure of escorting you, noble heroes.”

Major Kijel pauses for a moment, then says, “Of course, that would be very good of you, Furler.”

Cel:

Cel senses the major is hesitant about allowing Terry to escort them to the King’s Quay.

“Shall we?” Terry reverently gestures the party toward the door.

The roster of NPCs has been updated.


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel grins, "Why thank you! I am excellent! Hang on, who's 'Sir Pel'? And how do you know about some of us?" Catching the Major's eye, "And why don't you like him? This guy is great!"


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

Songs? You have to joking? It is strange he cannot match the person to the myth. Feeling his shadow start to writhe, Xizoh clamps down on his magic, before turning to give Henri a sideways glance. "I wonder if they at least sing in tune?"

Returning his gaze to Terry, the doctor plasters a smile on his face. "Thanks for the guidance." Did Terry once have an obsession with the major, or another official? I should ask at some point.


"Everyone has heard of your heroism, esteemed sir," Terry says easily. "The tale of Brave Bulae and your victory over the terrible forces of darkness in the south is very popular."

"Of course it is," Dara says drily.

Major Kijel adopts a neutral expression following Cel's comment. "I like Guard Furler no more or less than my other subordinates," they say carefully.

"The Major is always most magnanimous," Terry says graciously, bowing to Major Kijel.

Terry replies to Xizoh, "It is a privilege to offer guidance to one so worthy. I will do my utmost to ensure your visit is most enjoyable. How long will you be staying in our humble city?"

From behind Terry, Major Kijel shoots the party a silent look of warning.

Cel:

Cel thinks this means the major wants them to take care not to reveal their true purpose here.


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel's face takes on a bit of a red hue, Oh no, I think I talked too much again! His mouth shuts and turns into a thin line as if he clamps hard enough it would stop a torrent of words from falling out.


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Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri's face lies in an expression of deadpan acceptance of Songs' misappropriation of the groups names, returning Xizoh's expression with a sigh and a shrug. "Of course it is," Henri says precisely one second after Dara starts to say 'of', unintentionally harmonizing with the dwarf. Trust Altiendel to immediately remind me why I left Altiendel. She starts to move towards the door, eager for a drink. "Long enough," Henri answers cagily.


“Ah, are you receiving honors from her glorious Majesty the Prince?” Terry keeps pace with Henri and opens the door for her. “She will be most pleased you have arrived, esteemed heroes.”

“I’m sure she will be,” Major Kijel says in a carefully neutral tone. “Well, you have a walk ahead of you to get to The Quay. Take care,” Major Kijel says to the party in a friendly tone, but with a serious look in their eyes.

“This way to the King’s Quay!” Terry gestures the party outside. “Follow me, honored guests.”

The party steps into the crisp Kinghaven air, which feels cool enough to be grateful for a coat, but much warmer than Southtown. The castle looks even more grand from the outside. A courtyard with a swath of paths leading through a vast garden offers a magnificent view of the facade of the castle, made of some sort of sparkling stone. The party sees a much larger castle door made of intricately carved wood to their left, guarded by four soldiers in Guards’ purple. A gravel path leading to and from the castle’s main entrance looks like it has been widened to allow more traffic to pass. The well-kept gardens look like they would be very green during the summer.

As Terry leads them toward the wide gravel path, he gestures toward the walls that surround the castle and its gardens. “The castle walls are made of a magnificent fire resistant stone not even a great dragon could burn through,” he says. The party sees that the walls are dark grey. “The walls are only fifteen feet tall from the interior, but a tremendous one hundred and fifty feet high with the cliff on that side of the castle,” Terry points to their left.

From what they remember of the map, party infers the castle must be built on a tall bluff that overlooks the city. They spot merchants and scholars walking purposefully to and from the castle’s main entrance. They also see a dozen guards patrolling the castle walls, with a few more below standing vigilantly in the gardens.

The gravel path leads to a heavy wooden gate in the castle walls, which is halfway open for people on business to pass through. Four guards stand watch on the wall above the gate, and two below.

“Ho, Furler,” says a guard standing on the gravel path as Terry and the party approach.

“Ines,” Terry greets her. “Guess who I’ve got with me? The Southtown Heroes!” he announces loudly before she has the chance to guess.

Ines raised her eyebrows and whistles. “Welcome,” she says to the party, sounding impressed.

Cel:

Cel clearly hears the guards on watch above the castle gate murmuring about ‘the Southtown Heroes’ after Terry’s announcement.

Terry grins, looking extremely pleased as he leads the party out of the gate and onward. “You’re famous here, mighty champions,” he says cheerily.

The party follows Terry through twisting roads that wind down the side of a steep hill. The cobblestone streets are lined with brick buildings tucked close together and nestled into the trees. Lamps mounted on posts glow warmly, lit with some magic spell.

“This illustrious town sprang up around the summer home of our magnanimous monarch,” Terry explains. “It’s a most popular destination for discerning summer travelers. Merrymakers come here in delightful droves. That’s what makes it so wonderfully rich and beautiful.”

Henri:

Henri doubts this. Last she had heard, Kinghaven has become more of a military training ground than a vacation spot, and it had been wealthy for generations before the arrival of the elves thanks to trade over the River Forth.

The party reaches the bottom of the hill and turns left onto what looks like a major road as fluffy white flakes of snow begin to fall. The party hears the clomping of horseshoes on cobblestones and sees half a dozen carriages and wagons going each way on the road, passing shops, bakeries, and houses. They see cozy, warm fires through windows and couples strolling down the street arm in arm. Although it is urban and busy compared to Southtown, Kinghaven strikes them as calm and peaceful.

As the snow quietly covers the cobblestones in a blanket of white, Terry remarks, “Our first snow of the season! How lucky you should be here to see it, fine friends.”

As they approach the river, the party sees a three story building painted a deep blue with a large wooden sign declaring it to be The King’s Quay. Even before they enter, they smell baked bread, cooked stew, and wood burning.

“After you, noble warriors,” Terry holds the door for the party and bows deeply before following them inside.

The party immediately hears cheerful chatter and the loud boisterous singing of people who have had a few drinks being led in a rowdy shanty. A crowd of a few dozen patrons is mostly clustered around a small stage between a window and a fireplace where a bard is playing. There are a few open tables near the back of the tavern close to the bar, where a dark-skinned dwarf wearing a black eye patch stands on the bar, towering over the room.

Time reminder: it's about midday in game. Also, PCs remember post 232 (re: Archana).


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel continues to marvel at the tour and whispers to Alaina, "I've never seen such majesty this close up before!"

Upon reaching the wall after the introduction Cel looks up to the guards above the gate, grins widely, and waves in a wide arc several times.


The Wolf gives her Rabbit a squeeze and whispers back, "Just wait until tonight."

Welp, that feels a tad squicky. (Sorry Cel.)

Alaina gently takes Cel's waving hand and intertwines their fingers. "Let's not draw too much attention to ourselves, shall we?"

Just behind them, Dara rolls her eyes at this exchange. Do humans ever tire of this?


Male CG Half Elf Untouchable Spelleater 4/ Shadowcaller 1 Half Elf | HP: 41/41 Nonlethal:| AC: 16 (12 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +7, CMD: 19 | F: +8, R: +3, W: +4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +5 | Speed 40ft (40 in armor | Bloodrage: 8/12 | Friendly SR:+2 | 1st Level Spell: 2/2 | Active conditions: None.

And here I thought the song thing was hyperbole. Out loud, Xizoh muses, "Word must travel quite fast for our adventure on the mountain to have radiate all the way to such a cultured and beautiful place."


Female Elf Fighter (Cad) 3 / Spellslinger 2
Stats:
Init: +5 | HP: 29/29 | AC: 13 | FF: 10 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +4 | Will: +5 | Perc: +4 | +5 Fort vs Cold Weather | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune sleep | -2 STR

Henri leaves her jacket off as she strolls through the town, but sighs at the sudden sight of snow and lights up a cigarette. Not that she necessarily didn't like it, but everyone trying to shove the majesty of this city down her throat was already making her edgy. "Famous. Great. Fantastic. Love it." She cocks her head at Terry's assertion of wealth, and takes a deep drag from the cigarette before letting out the best s%*!-eating grin she can, and responds: "Lots of visitors, huh? Now, the way I got it, the elves made this town rich and the only reason people come here is to either b&~!# about trades or develop some muscles for the military."


Sorry for the delay all - I was meant to write a grant on the train. (Just getting to that now). Auto-bot clock reset.

In a beat of audible silence, Terry does not respond to Xizoh's remark. He immediately says in response to Henri, "Oh yes honored Elena, we have visitors from all over the world, even in winter. And what an astute observation you make. How insightful," he says with a wide, goofy grin like he is pleased just to be walking near the party.

Inside The King's Quay, Alaina approaches the bar and slaps a gold coin on the counter between the dwarf's boots. "I heard you have Abbhen ale for sale."

"Aye lass, you heard rightly." The dwarf jumps nimbly down from the bar to a stool behind the bar, still standing a head taller than his guests but better able to reach the glasses. "Archana Kandashamy," he says as he pours a generous amount of amber colored ale into a pewter mug. "This is my bar, and my favored drink," he bangs the mug down on the bar in front of Alaina. "Abbhen City Golden Ale. Dwarves' secret," he winks at her. "Your friends drinking anything?"

* Tap dances with jazz hands while bard's intro vamp music plays again *
(The bard was right behind me, I swear.)


Male Sylph Aerokineticist - 1
Stats:
CONDITION:None, AC 15 (13/12), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +0, Init +6, Perc +4, HP 12/12, Burn 0/6 (0/12 Nonlethal)

Cel steps up next to Alaina, "Um, I'll try one too," some trepidation in his voice after his last experience with alcohol. He places a gold coin on the table.

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