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Wintergreen's CE PA IT Geek 10/Daddy 9/Physicist 3/Cartographer 1/Runner 3/Cub Scout Leader 2/Musician 1

The sun shines brightly over a new day in Korvosa. In the gray, the dead sleep soundly in their graves. Tended by the priests of Pharasma. On the heights only servants move, tending to the needs of the Nobility. Servants tend to the deeply ill king, wondering how many days he has left. In old Korvosa revelers retire to their beds with fuzzy heads.

For a disparate group of people though, dawn brings a surprise. A single Harrow card is found by each of these otherwise ordinary people in places it could not have found itself anything but intentionally.

Borden Read finds one stuffed into his pocket as he exits a tavern.

Askan Rhodes opens his eyes from his morning contemplation to find a card sat directly in his vision.

Alex Stride finds a card sat by his bed when he awakes.

Lazlo the Vigilante turns from his work on a troublesome lock to find a card at the bottom of his toolbox.

But Kazandru has the strangest experience. He breaks his morning bread to find the card baked into the middle of the loaf!

Each and every card bears the same message on the back: "I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me too. I know where he dwells, yet cannot get to him. Come to my house at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others will be there, they have the same motive. Gaedren must face his fate. Justice must be done."

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Ok, just to be clear. At this point, none of you know each other (unless your back stories say otherwise. What are you gunna do?


I'll get a post up later on. Dotting for now.


Male Human (Shoanti) Monk (Martial Artist) 1, HP: 8/9 AC: 17, CMD: 19, Perception: 8, Fort/Ref/Will: 3/4/6, Harrow Points: 7

Askan reads the card and immediately questions come to mind.

How did this happen? Where did this card come from? My pursuit of Lamm hasn't been a secret, but I have been careful to keep my home and work separated. Who knew I was here? Nassini is the only one I know of, but he would just come talk to me. It's obvious they sent it to Askan, not to Fastfist, so maybe they don't know I am Fastfist? If that's the case they would know he has her, but they didn't want to talk to me directly. Why would they be concerned about concealing their identity? DO they know me? They must if they knew I had a score to settle with Lamm, but nobody in the old neighborhood knows I live here now. Are they famous? If Lamm targeted some noble who is too powerful to want their name associated with cleaning him up's child they would burn the Shingles down to find him, or hire assassins or just send in the Sable Company, not send notes to sympathizers. I guess this means I have to go meet them. I won't go as Fastfist, though. It's clear they know who I am, but they might not know I am him and it may yet prove useful to have a secret hidden identity. The Temple Sword is too unusual a weapon to bring with me as Askan, so I'll leave it at home.

Edit: Askan will go to the house listed, leaving his sword at home, three hours before sunset to hide and watch and wait.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15


Male Aasimar Ranger (Divine Tracker/Trapper) / Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 7 (HP 60/60) (AC 21/14/17) (CMD 23) (Fort +11, Ref +14, Will +13) (Init +9) (Perception +20)

Dotting for fun and profit.

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When Basil Kettering woke this morning, beneath his holy symbol was yet another Harrow card, bearing the exact same message.


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

That feckin' fecker!, grumbles Borden. So someone else has the basterd lined up fer a fall as well eh?.

He rubs his hands together in glee after shoving the harrow card down his trousers.

I'm in fer a piece.

He turns on heel and reels back into the tavern.

Calls fer another drink.

He continues drinking until 10ish till he is nearly unable to walk then books a room where he snores until mid afternoon.

He rises, stuffs his head into a bucket of water, wipes a damp cloth under his arms and then repeats the process for his manhood before strapping on arms, armour and pack and heading down for a tankard of new beer and to head out for the rendezvous.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Spell-less Urban)

Alex Stride wakes, and sits up, a lengthy yawn pushing past his lips, and he gets up, walks across the room, gently tapping the old breastplate that is hanging on the back of his door.

after he steps into the hallway outside the room he rents from the downstairs neighbor, he sighs, smelling the sweet and crisp aroma of fat frying meat into blackened shards. Wandering down the stairs he smiles at his landlady and passes over a small silver piece, receiving his overly fatty bacon and egg in return.

coming back up to his room he eats the food with gusto, sitting on his bed, which just so happened to be the only thing in the room that could be sat on aside from the chest at the foot of the bed.

Alex smiles and sets down the plate on his bedside table, but withdraws his hand in pain as he feels the card slice the webbing between his last two fingers. He twists his lips inquisitively and fishes the card out from under his plate.

The card in hand, Mister Stride gathers his equipment and heads out the window, using a knotted rope tied to his bedpost that hasn't been untied in months.

gather information
1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21

Using his various contacts throughout the district, Alex seeks to learn who else Gaedrien has angered, and who leaves Harrow Cards around as calling cards.

Can't trust those damn things he thinks angrily, both that someone managed to get into his bedroom, and at the name of the man whom he is after. cards that tell the future...how can a card know anything!

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Alex Stride:
Alex has an interesting afternoon wandering Korvosa. It would appear that there aren't many people Gaedrien hasn't offended at some point. His list of likely detractors is too long to keep in your head at once. None knows of any villain or vigilante who leaves Harrow cards. It is rumored that an old Varisian fortune teller named Zellera had a run in with him recently.

Askan:
The day proceeds slowly, this is a quiet part of town. Around sunset you notice the others arriving one by one at the house you are watching. You don't notice anyone else enter or leave all day though.


The light of dawn sliced through the scattered grey clouds that loomed above the city of Korvosa, drawing shadows from its buildings, animals and people. The streets themselves were beginning to fill up with merchants, peddlers, beggars and pickpockets, each of them going about what they have been doing for most of their days; gaining profit, earning a living and for some it was simply surviving. All had tried to avoid the alleys though, there in their near perpetual veil of shadow and darkness lay things and people that the city itself turned a blind eye to and in one of those alleyways was a man with dark brown hair kneeling in front of a surprisingly sophisticated lock...that was attached to the door of a rundown, half stricken with mold shack. His fingers worked the tools in his hands as they had done many times before, twisting and shifting the inner mechanisms of the inanimate door keeper, trying to reason with it and have it stand aside...and Lazlo had almost succeeded in doing so, if not for finding the card that had shattered his concentration, now though he was where he started, close to bypassing this obstacle and once more something made him stop; the sound of armored men walking past, Lazlo took a breath and looked to his back, seeing two guards walking along the street, too busy discussing something to even peer into the alley.

Korvosa's sentinels and vigilant swords He thought bitterly, as he twisted his wrist, causing the lock to unclench itself from the door with a pop and fall into his now open palm. The secrets of the small wooden structure revealed themselves to him as the door opened with a slight creek; a few vials of shiver and ingredients to concoct more. The scowl of the former noble deepened as he unearth a vial filled with oil from his pack and began pouring it over the 'poison' that had been running deeply through his city's veins. When everything was marred thoroughly, Lazlo flicked a flame into a partially oil soaked stick using his flint and tender and let it fall on the trail of the flammable liquid.

The flame came alive in the shack, beginning with the footprints of oil that has been left for it to follow and then climbing up the walls as it made its way to the cheap roof. Lazlo stood outside, his green eyes catching the glint of the growing flame, he knew he had to leave before anyone noticed but he also had to be sure that everything would be destroyed.

"HEY!" Came a shout from behind him, he coolly turned his head towards his guest Who announces themselves when they are sneaking on someone? He thought to himself as he looked at the lad that arrived at his makeshift pyre.

"Damn it! Did you do this?! The boss is going to kill me!!! But he's going to kill you first!!!" Yelled the nervous looking young man, clearly uncaring that he would draw even more attention to them. His hand freeing the dagger that was at his belt.

Shaking hand, sweat at his brow, eyes trying to look at everything at the same time and seeing nothing "You are unsuited for this life" Replied Lazlo in a frighteningly calm voice "I'll free you from it" He said in a slightly louder tone as his rapier sprang to life in his hand and lunged towards the hole ridden defense of the shaken thug in front of him.

The blow nicked the young thug across his chest, causing his shirt to soak the bit of blood that exited his wound. Who stepped nervously back which only earned him a stab that almost pierced his chest but because of his erratic movements had found his arm instead. The pain and fear had finally taken their toll on his senses and whipped him with enough adrenaline to cause him to rush forward in a wild flurry of slashes and stabs. All he had to show for his efforts was that he now had his back to the burning building and a slight wound across the right cheek of his rapier wielding foe.

Emboldened by his lucky blow the rookie street tough rushed forward, putting all of his strength and momentum into a stab that was aimed at Lazlo's chest, but instead of drawing blood from his enemy, he watched as his own blood spilled to the ground, the steel of his foe embedded deeply into his chest and its tip sprouting out of his back, and his dagger? It only found empy air, before it dropped to the ground.

Without flinching Lazlo pushed the body of the thug of his blade with his right foot and let it fall into the burning building, then walked away, only looking back once to see the dying young thug try to scream from pain but only managed to continue choking on his own blood.

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It was mid afternoon, the sun was on its way to reach the opposite point of where it started. Lancet Street was a few more steps and turns away, but instead of continuing forward towards it Lazlo stopped and watched as people came and went, watching for any suspicious characters that were heading where the 'calling card' that was left for him indicated he should be Its a trap He thought to himself But why be so elaborate and grandiose about it? Is this person trying to prove something? It is not Lamm though, its not the way he'd do this His contemplation was interrupted by the sound of a woman shouting, she was chasing away a number of children from her fruit cart that had several of its merchandise strewn across the street. Soon enough the woman began collecting the fruit, only to be surprised to see the man that had been standing aside this whole time come over and assist her.

"Thank you" She said warmly before handing him an apple. Its green skin clear and untarnished.

"You are better off selling it, I only did what anyone else should do" Replied Lazlo, holding his palm in declination.

The woman laughed "Does it really seem that I am doing that badly" She sighed her smile turning more somber "Well I'll admit things would be easier if my no good brother was more reliable"

"My sister says the same about me" Said the former noble, his comment causing the woman to laugh once more.

"Oh I don't know you don't seem too bad, wouldn't hurt if you smiled more though"

As Lazlo opened his mouth to reply he noticed more people heading in the direction of his destination "I'd better go" He said, before turning and going on his way.

"Your sister probably just wants to see you smile more often" He heard her say as he continued on his way, but then another sound caught his ears; the footsteps of armored men, that was not the only sound that accompanied them though. The screeching, low howl of old wheels came along with them. Lazlo turned his head and saw them dragging an open cart with a body covered in straw. It was then that the lad the woman had chased away ran into the guards, causing them to stop suddenly, causing the cheap cover to fall off and unveil the corpse they brought with them.

"LEO"! A shrill, depressed and fright filled wail came from the fruit vendor as she abandoned her cart and ran towards the half burned body "My brother! Who did this to my baby brother!! She cried as she held the body looking towards the guards for an answer, that they never gave.

In silence Lazlo left the scene of tragedy that unfolded before him, the cries of the grief stricken woman, echoing in his ears. He had always said to himself that Korvosa had to let go of its past, abandon those that abandoned its law and embraced crime and corruption. Lazlo knew it would never be a an easy or seamless process, he knew that road was going to be filled with pain and suffering, but he would brave it, he would continue onwards, even if he had to do so on his own. His hand absently found his pocket and the card within, he heard the woman call out for her brother once more and the image of his sister crying for her kidnapped child accosted his mind for the tenth time today You will die Lamm, I will tear down everything you've built, and I'll kill everyone who's helped you


Status:
  • HP 6/6 AC 12 | T 12 | FF 10 | CMD 14
  • F +0 | R +2 | W +4
  • Init +2 | Per +9
  • Spells per day | Level 1: 4
  • Arcane Bolt: 2/6 per day.

Kazandru wakes and prepares for the day. Sitting in the middle of the floor, he meditates on the ebb and flow of the arcane for 15 minutes. When he finishes, he gets his breakfast ready.

"Milk, beef, and bread. Whoever thought of that combination needs to be thanked. I would like to...wait. Bread doesn't have that consistency. A harrow card? What is this doing in my food?"

Suddenly suspicious, he looks around for any possible clues as to who left it. Finding none he reads the message.

"Cryptic. Short on information. And now I am supposed to show up somwhere. Why should I? What makes this info worth following up on? Heh, not going to happen. I know when I should stay away."

Kazandru makes his way to the college and goes about his day like he always does. For the first time in months he is distracted by thoughts of that card.

"What if it is what it says? It can't be. But what if it is? This would be the best lead I've had in weeks, months even. But I can't abandon my duties here at the college."

His gaze rested on the items he was studying. Suddenly, as if a light illuminated the room from total darkness, his desire for items faded. He no longer had a desire to stay. Study would come later. Amara was all that mattered. She was family, and he would find out what happened. He gathers his things and and heads out the door to the market. "That will be the best place to start." he thinks. And I will be at the address at the mentioned time. I WILL find Amara."

He arrives at the marketplace and studies the crowd, the vendors, and the pickpockets who think they are sneaky.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

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Wintergreen's CE PA IT Geek 10/Daddy 9/Physicist 3/Cartographer 1/Runner 3/Cub Scout Leader 2/Musician 1

What are you looking for?


Status:
  • HP 6/6 AC 12 | T 12 | FF 10 | CMD 14
  • F +0 | R +2 | W +4
  • Init +2 | Per +9
  • Spells per day | Level 1: 4
  • Arcane Bolt: 2/6 per day.
Nevynxxx wrote:
What are you looking for?

Since studying clears his mind, he searches for anything out of the ordinary. Someone that doesn't belong, people acting in a way that might indicate they are there with an ulterior purpose, and so on.

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Kazandru:
Kazandru studies the crowd for a few hours, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Some of the town guard seem a little twitchy, but then, there are a lot of Shoanti about today. Some of the Palace guard walk through looking grumpy, but that also, isn't *that* unusual. Above the market the occasional Hippogriff soars.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Spell-less Urban)

With the street knowledge in mind, Alex arrives at the meeting area with his polearm in one hand, and a battered and tarnished breastplate on. His careless stride is relaxed and he seems very at ease.. Pounding the butt of his hand on the door he smiles and leans on the weapon... Lighting a cigar


Status:
  • HP 6/6 AC 12 | T 12 | FF 10 | CMD 14
  • F +0 | R +2 | W +4
  • Init +2 | Per +9
  • Spells per day | Level 1: 4
  • Arcane Bolt: 2/6 per day.

After spending some time in the market, Kazandru makes his way to the address he received. The sun was low in the sky and seemed to be about the right time to show up.

Upon arriving he notes that a man in there before him. Walking up, he stays about 20' away before speaking.

"Hello there. What brings you here?"

He grimaces slightly at the smell of the cigar.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Spell-less Urban)
Kazandru wrote:

After spending some time in the market, Kazandru makes his way to the address he received. The sun was low in the sky and seemed to be about the right time to show up.

Upon arriving he notes that a man in there before him. Walking up, he stays about 20' away before speaking.

"Hello there. What brings you here?"

He grimaces slightly at the smell of the cigar.

Alex looks at Kazandru, and his face seems to scrunch up around the eyes, as if trying to remember something "Well, this Harrow card showed up mysteriously in my possession, and I was following the instructions there-upon" he says, each word allowing a little puff of smoke to pass through his lips, and ending the sentence with a large long cloud of smog.

His stance is forced to relaxation, keeping a light grip on his weapon, Something about this person was vaguely familiar...as if I've met him before....


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

"And at the Oasis of the Moon did Thraxis and Marhertep meet, unaware that they would soon be bound together in common purpose", says a scruffy broad shouldered man, his quotation of an old Legend rolling forth on a deep rich voice. His accent is not of Korvosa but rather that of the Great City of Absolom. He strides into the room confidently.

He gives both the men a broad grin, holding up his own card by way of explanation. That he is armed with spear and a sheathed sword seems to be of small matter. His posture is careless and relaxed.

Seems the card spoke aright. Call me 'Thraxis' for the moment. The two of you can decide who gets to be Marhertep and who gets to be the comically gifted camel 'Jameel'.

He then almost seems to dismiss them, leaning the long spear against a wall and looking for a place to sit.


Male Aasimar Ranger (Divine Tracker/Trapper) / Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 7 (HP 60/60) (AC 21/14/17) (CMD 23) (Fort +11, Ref +14, Will +13) (Init +9) (Perception +20)

Basil handles the card gingerly, its words dredging up a deluge of painful memories; for a few seconds, he feels small, vulnerable, and scared, his back and limbs aching sympathetically as he recalls the frequent beatings that he once received at Lamm's hands.

I had tried to put all of that behind me, but it seems that fate has other plans. It will be nice to finally have resolution... Lamm needs to pay for what he did!

Nonetheless, He does not rush. Basil performs his morning ablutions, and then spends the rest of the day in quiet contemplation, wandering the streets, going wherever he his feet willed him, as he tried to make sense of the warring emotions the harrow card had brought to the fore.

Still, towards sunset, his steps take him to 3 Lancet street, where he is surprised to see a number of other people gathered.

I suppose that I should not be surprised; Lamm has wronged many people over the years - there will be many who would seek his downfall...

"Good evening. My name is Basil Kettering. I received a mysterious Harrow Card this morning, which directed me to come here this evening, and meet with others who had an interest in seeing Gaedrin Lamm's downfall... Would you perchance be some of those?"


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

Thraxis, says a scruffy unkept man seated on a old crate, his tone negligent.

One of them is Marhertep and the other is Jameel, he says pointing his chin at the other two in the room, They just haven't decided is all... damn, you've gone and buggered it all up... there is no way that you can be 'Jasmine' to my Thraxis, I'd be laughed out most pubs in Korvosa.

He rubs at the stubble on his face.

Better come up with something more appropriate it seems... here's hoping it doesn't turn into the legendary forty seven warriors of Tien Xia.


Male Human (Shoanti) Monk (Martial Artist) 1, HP: 8/9 AC: 17, CMD: 19, Perception: 8, Fort/Ref/Will: 3/4/6, Harrow Points: 7

Askan reveals himself at last, but keeps his distance, ready to run if things get out of hand.

Can't say I know that one. If you're all honestly here for Lamm I guess I'm here to help.


Male Aasimar Ranger (Divine Tracker/Trapper) / Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 7 (HP 60/60) (AC 21/14/17) (CMD 23) (Fort +11, Ref +14, Will +13) (Init +9) (Perception +20)

Basil raises an eyebrow.

"Those are some... interesting names. I'll try to keep them straight."

He then nods to Askan.

"I can't speak for the others, but I definitely have unfinished business with Lamm," he says, with a shiver.


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

Yep - seems we've each got a score to settle with that one... Lamm, that thrice poxed spawn of a street walking demon Lamia's back passage.

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The door opens to a simple push, or knock, it's not locked. But there doesn't appear to be anyone around at the moment.

The cozy chamber inside is filled with the sweet smelling haze of incense, flowers and spice. The sticks of incense that are the source are held in burners that look like butterfly-winged elves. The smoke itself seems to take the edge off things, and gives the room a dreamlike feel.

The walls are draped in brocaded tapestries showing the symbols from harrow cards, a black skulled beast juggling men's hearts, a pair of angels atop a snow blasted mountain, a tall hooded figure bearing a flaming sword, that sort of thing.

Brightly coloured rugs cover the floor, and in the middle of the room is a table, with 6 chairs. Under it is a basket, covered with a blue cloth.

On the table is a note:

"Thank you for coming. I had to step out for a bit, but I shall return shortly. Please, have a seat while you wait. The basket under the table contains bread and drink for you." It reads.


Several individuals entered the home that had its address placed on the card in his position, Lazlo didn't know what to make of them. Each one looked far too different from the other, with the sole similarity being that they were all reasonably well armed. He doubted that they were bounty hunters sent after, as he had been increasingly careful in his work and his avoidance of his brothers. The suspicion plagued vigilante looked to his card once more A card is always a part of a deck, could they have received other pieces of this picture our host is drawing? Knowing that standing far from the home and simply watching would do him little good, Lazlo went towards the house and opened the door, preparing himself to escape should his skepticism turn out to be truthful in its warning.

Lazlo looked to the people within the home, and then turned towards it surprisingly fine furnishings and rather inviting appeal Could this be prepared by a noble? Maybe a powerful merchant? The mistrustful man quickly returned his attention to the guests or hosts that stood about him, not bothering to hide the suspicion that was prevalent in his gaze.

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While we are here, could I have an unmodified D10 roll from you all please?

Oh and Harrow Point Uses is worth a quick read....


1d10 ⇒ 8


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

1d10 ⇒ 9

Borden, never one for introspection or for over thinking things either for that matter, reaches for the bread and pours himself a cup of wine.

He gestures with the bottle to see if anyone else wants a cup.

At least our host is considerate of our needs... I confess to being both hungry and a bit thirsty.


Status:
  • HP 6/6 AC 12 | T 12 | FF 10 | CMD 14
  • F +0 | R +2 | W +4
  • Init +2 | Per +9
  • Spells per day | Level 1: 4
  • Arcane Bolt: 2/6 per day.

Kazandru walks inside the building and avails himself of the food and beverage.

"I'm looking for my sister, Amara." he describes her as being his twin. Looks very much like him, just female.

"She somehow was caught up in Lamm's business and I intend to get her free of him, once and for all. Oh yeah, and this card led me here." he says while showing the card.

"Name's Kazandru. I work at the Theumanexus College under Professor Geezlebottle. Strange but loveable little guy."


"Yes, lets eat and drink what our mysterious host has offered us" Replied Lazlo, with clear derision in his voice "Whichever of you he may be" He added before throwing his glare across the room once more.

"And if this" He pulls out the card and flings it away "Is this person's idea of a joke, then they have far too much time on their hands...something I plan to remedy, if that proves to be true"


Status:
  • HP 6/6 AC 12 | T 12 | FF 10 | CMD 14
  • F +0 | R +2 | W +4
  • Init +2 | Per +9
  • Spells per day | Level 1: 4
  • Arcane Bolt: 2/6 per day.

Kazandru snorts when he hears Lazlo's cynical attitude manifest in his words.

"Save it for Lamm, man. If one of you is our mysterious benefactor recognize that video game reference anyone? it will be made apparent soon enough. If coming here turns out to be something other than what I thought it was I shall depart. I can find other ways to my sister."


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

You worry too much, says Borden drinking and topping up his cup with Lazlos portion.

Relax, if anything goes wrong I'll protect you, he says around a mouthful of bread.


Status:
  • HP 6/6 AC 12 | T 12 | FF 10 | CMD 14
  • F +0 | R +2 | W +4
  • Init +2 | Per +9
  • Spells per day | Level 1: 4
  • Arcane Bolt: 2/6 per day.

Kazandru finishes his bite and begins to concentrate while he speaks.

"Revelaret arcana vis." Casting detect magic.

He begins looking around the room to notice any magical auras.

Doh! I forgot that roll. I got so caught up in the RP I failed my perception! GMV Perception: 1d1 - 15 ⇒ (1) - 15 = -14 See? I cannot notice anything!

D10 roll: 1d10 ⇒ 3

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Wintergreen's CE PA IT Geek 10/Daddy 9/Physicist 3/Cartographer 1/Runner 3/Cub Scout Leader 2/Musician 1

Kazzandreu, could I have that D10 roll please?

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May help if you roll 1d20 rather than 1d1 ;)

Throw a will save in there too if you like.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Spell-less Urban)

1d10 ⇒ 5

Alex's lips twists at the mention of the name of Amara, but in the motion of the people moving into the room it is lost. Alex's cigar fills the room with just a hint of smokey foulness. He keeps his hands just softly gripping his weapon, not threatening anyone, just keeping it close at hand.

"Its not likely to be one of us.... considering that Zellera the fortune teller was recently slighted by the unfortunate mister Lam." Alex says, head engulfed in the cloud of deep grey.

Watching the others in the group quietly from the shadows and forsaking the offered food and drink.


Male Aasimar Ranger (Divine Tracker/Trapper) / Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 7 (HP 60/60) (AC 21/14/17) (CMD 23) (Fort +11, Ref +14, Will +13) (Init +9) (Perception +20)

Basil takes a seat, and watches silently as the others bicker.

Truly, Lamm has screwed-up a lot of lives over the years. I just hope that these poor souls are able to find some closure when we 'find' him...

"I am sure that our 'mysterious benefactor' will make themselves known, soon. If this is all just a hoax, well, all we have done is waste a couple of hours..."

1d10 ⇒ 7


"You can waste hours at your own leisure" Replies Lazlo as he looks through one of the windows, everything in the house was far too tidy, far too clean and far too inviting, something was wrong, he could feel it "I have much more important things I could be doing then entertaining a rich merchant or a noble with a poor sense of humor" The venom of hatred clearly seeped into his tone as he spoke of nobles.


Male Aasimar Ranger (Divine Tracker/Trapper) / Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 7 (HP 60/60) (AC 21/14/17) (CMD 23) (Fort +11, Ref +14, Will +13) (Init +9) (Perception +20)

Basil shrugs.

"Indeed. Well, feel free to leave at any time. I certainly won't try to stop you... Still, any noble or merchant with enough pull to know that each of us had been wronged by Lamm would still probably be someone worth getting to know..."


"Then you have not met many nobles" Replied Lazlo simply, his voice remaining serious but lacking the edge of malice it had brandished a few moments ago. The brown haired man walked away from the window and stopped next to a wall that gave him a clear view of the over extravagant home they had been invited to.


Male Human Ranger 1 (Spell-less Urban)

Leaning against the wall, Alex seems to relax, as if he has stood and waited without knowing when the next interesting thing will happen for many nights. Every so often the coal at the end of his cigar glows a bright cherry red, he makes no further sound except for the inhale, the exhale, and the light settling of ash on the floor. He seems to nod imperceptibly when Lazlo speaks of the nature of Nobility, even though he does not agree with the levels of hatred.

The poor sod who gathered this bunch has clearly not thought through all of the personalities. Some of them look like they are the type to give you a rough up, a couple would likely talk you ear off, and that last one is the type you only want to meet when they're on the other side of a nice sturdy set of bars.


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5
Lazlo the Vigilante wrote:
"Then you have not met many nobles" Replied Lazlo simply, his voice remaining serious but lacking the edge of malice it had brandished a few moments ago. The brown haired man walked away from the window and stopped next to a wall that gave him a clear view of the over extravagant home they had been invited to.

No but the rich are all pretty much the same and I've learned when their purposes cross with me own, that the best thing to do is grab em tight and let them pay for what I wanted to get done anyways.

He drinks deeply and reaches for more bread.

But as you please.


Male Human (Shoanti) Monk (Martial Artist) 1, HP: 8/9 AC: 17, CMD: 19, Perception: 8, Fort/Ref/Will: 3/4/6, Harrow Points: 7

Sorry I'm late.

Dice: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Askan paces the room, doing a series of dynamic stretches first his arms then his legs.

I'm with this one. Askan brandishes his thumb at Borden.

Worst case scenario we get some noble tool on our hands and if nothing else they got deep pockets. Far as I can tell people here are honestly out for Lamm, and we got skills and paranoia aplenty it seems. If it is some noble we might at least have coin as well, and lastly, if you were as clever as you think you are you'd have noticed that smokey the dragon here he gestures at Alex implied that he knows who our benefactor is, or at least why we're meeting here. Who is this Zellera?

His spiel and routine finished, Askan sits on a stool and waits for Alex to answer.


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

Borden grins as he chews, no mean feat but one that it seems he'd practiced.

Dark Archive

Wintergreen's CE PA IT Geek 10/Daddy 9/Physicist 3/Cartographer 1/Runner 3/Cub Scout Leader 2/Musician 1

After a few minutes, there is a small noise at the door, and a middle aged, Varisian woman enters the room. She is quite small, and slight, with mousy brown hair, held back by a scarf. She moves into the room confidently though, obviously expecting you, and obviously unafraid.


“Thank you for coming, my friends, and for putting up with my unconventional method of contacting you." She gentures to the seats for those not yet sat.

"Please, sit. I have reason to remain hidden, you see—a terrible man would see great harm done to me if he knew I was reaching out for help. This is a man you know, for he has done something terrible to each of you as well. I speak, of course, of Gaedren Lamm, a man whose cruelty and capacity to destroy the lives of those he touches are matched only by his gift for avoiding reprisal.

"You see, a year ago, his thieves stole this, my Harrow deck, from me. It is important to me, an heirloom passed down through a dozen generations, and also my sole means of support. When pickpockets stole it, my son, Eran, tracked them down. The thieves were in the employ of Gaedren Lamm, and in reward for finding them, Gaedren murdered my son.

"I sought help from the Guard, but they turned me away. And so I asked around. I paid bribes. I consulted my Harrow deck for advice. And recently, I was rewarded—I found out where Gaedren dwells. He can be found in an old fishery north of here at Westpier 17, where he trains his abducted children to be pickpockets and counts his stolen treasures.

"And now, I need your help. I cannot hope to face this man on my own, and the Guard moves so slowly that if I were to go to them, Gaedren would certainly know of their coming well in advance. Even if they did arrest him—what guarantee would I have he would be punished? This criminal has evaded the law for decades. But you know of these frustrations as well, for word on the street has it that Gaedren has wronged each of you, too. So there we are. It is time for him to pay.”


Bard/1 AC16/18 (T12 FF14 CMD15) HP14/[14] Init +4, SPD:30 Perform 2/[4] Fort +2 (+2 trait bonus vs. poison or drugs (+4 to avoid effects of alcohol), Ref +4, Will +1, Perc +5 SM -1 Action Pts: 5

I'd certainly like to put an end to his sale of 'Shiver' that's fer certain - and kill him too fer that matter... What else can you tell us?


Male Aasimar Ranger (Divine Tracker/Trapper) / Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer) 7 (HP 60/60) (AC 21/14/17) (CMD 23) (Fort +11, Ref +14, Will +13) (Init +9) (Perception +20)

Basil listens gravely to the woman's words, before speaking.

"If Gaedren Lamm is living at the Warehouse like you say, I will do my utmost to make sure that it is the last place he ever does."

He then turns to the others.

"What say the rest of you?"


Male Human Ranger 1 (Spell-less Urban)

Alex gives an 'I told you so' smile, when the old woman enters the room and reminds himself to give Foul Richie an silver for good information.

Watching the others as she speaks Alex listens quietly.

Giving a salute to the elderly woman, Alex says in a calm, but carrying voice, "Miss Zellara, I promise you, Gaedren will answer for his crimes."

He steps out the door, dropping the smoldering cigar butt on the cobblestone path and grinding it slowly beneath his sole

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