"I'm not completely sure, Hallister, but I think Amdelise spoke for the town. She seemed to have a good amount of sway with the town." Miagnik said from behind the Dwarf.
"Maybe we should look into sealing up that passage underground somehow. No one should be going back there anymore."
He then wanders off around town, thinking over the amount of wealth he has attained and realized that he isn't sure what to do with it exactly.
He had heard of not openly spoken of markets where one could get a hold of any number of dangerous objects not normally allowed by the knights and decided that some silvered bolts made of good iron would be worth looking into.
My magic is strong enough that I shouldn't need much in the way of weapons. I wonder if there is anyone who can train me to become stronger?
Miagnik is going to look around town for some silvered crossbow bolts, look into getting a Masterwork spear, oversee and pay for sealing up the Lusson's tunnel because he really doesn't want anyone going down below and is asking around for anyone who might be able to train up some hit points. He is also offering 20 silver to aid in finding the "black market" goods.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5
Well... he is a Goblin, who has burned down some buildings in the past and is fairly distinct, and apparently still a little shaken about the whole Eye thing. Clearly not his best day.
"Miagnik, do you really think just sealing this tunnel is going to do anything if someone with an actual lust for power catches wind of what is down there? Depending on what spells the mag eof this town knows I might be able to seal up the tunnel with stone as a stop-gap measure. I know clerics and druidic faiths have a spell to manipulate earth and stone, perhaps windel could pray for such and we could seal the tunnel with a selective collapse?" Stephaine says as she glances to the ruined structure of the mansion.
"We may need to go back down there, see if the Lusson's left any journals. The eye called them its Jailers even if it won their souls eventually. That should mean they had a method to transport it this far, and an understanding of how it is bound would mean we could try to move it some place less likely to be found."
"Stephanie... even if we seal it your way someone determined enough to gain power could dig it up again using the very methods you described. But for now every safety measure you can imagine to keep unfortunate or foolhardy folk from making contact from that thing is a good idea."
He followed her glance, a worried expression crossing his face.
"I've thought on what that eye told us. It's not as uncaring as it claims. I just can't believe anything alive, no matter how powerful, is that unmoved by the events surrounding it. If it is powered by apathy as it said, then why bother with the Lussons souls at all? To gain more power it supposedly doesn't need? To lull us into a false sense of security regarding it? I don't know."
He shook his head.
"Besides even if we moved it, or found out how and in what interpretation it considered the Lussons it's jailers, do you really want to move it. What if all you accomplish is drawing it's gaze down upon you? Where would you put it even? A cave... some vault guarded by a group like the one Hallister and I belong to.... the capital city... or maybe even the Palace of the Vampire Queen?"
"A particularly devoted miner with a pick axe could break that defense. The best defense for such an object is ignorance to prevent people from seeking it in the first place, so the fewer people we tell of it the better."
Stephanie sighs as she considers the newly added obstacle.
"I won't guess the eye's motives, if it has any, as to the rest would you prefer we leave it here? I can't imagine the town won't talk about such an event more so if we ask them not to."
Day 10, 8:00am (turn 49)It is morning. Location – Three Willows
As Rownig is leaving the wizard’s company, before heading to find tobacco, he glances over his shoulder and sees the older wizard, holding the small sack open and staring wide eyed at the coins.
Hallister runs into Windel and Rownig on the street and asks them if they know who is in charge, but before the two dwarves can answer, Miagnik appears on the scene, having heard Hall’s question, he recommends that Hallister seek out the priestess.
Amdelisse is easily found in a small chapel, a temple dedicated to Denari. She informs Hallister that the village of Three Willows has no proper Mayor, and most of the regular business is carried out on behalf of Sir Henri Vessocho, through a local retainer who was given the title of Shire Reeve. The Shire Reeve’s name is Elisk Gessal, and he can be found at the southern end of the town road, at a small watch tower. She tells Hallister that Elisk is a fair minded dwarf, who follows Sir Vessocho’s instructions to the letter.
It will take three days to finish the weapons, that Rownig and Windel have asked for
Stephanie notices the books on the table and give a glance to their covers, seeing minor indicators to the fact. She opens them nd needs to push her jaw back into the closes position.
"that.. is a lot of spells."
Stephaine glances about with the collection of books blocking much of her face.
"I'll be back... uh at some point. need to see what are in these. study them for clues and such."
Day 10, 10:00am (turn 61)It is morning. Location – Three Willows
The priestess takes a seat when Hallister asks her to sit down. He demeanor is casual, but when Hallister mentions the Lakoradak, she flinches, looks away nervously, and then turns back with a smile and says
[b]Only children’s stories, why do you mention it?[/spoiler]
Rownig and Windel will buy the tobacco several pouches of loose leaf and the high quality cigars. They frown at the price but Windel ultimately agrees. "Fer what we've been through, it's a worthy indulgence."
They pay it out in copper pieces, to lighten the weight.
Day 10, 10:00am (turn 61)It is morning. Location – Three Willows
Amdelisse appears to be startled, and then says
That’s incredible. I had no idea such a thing even existed, let alone that it would be right here under our noses. I, I don’t know what I can do with such a thing. Is it dangerous? You, spoke to it?
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
She seems, to Hallister, to be genuinely surprised.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Hal lit his pipe and nodded, eyeing her as he spoke. "It does, and it is the most dangerous thing I have ever heard of. My advice is the bury it. Build a new temple, right on top of the foundation. Seal it in stone. Tell no one, and let time do the rest."
After leaving weapons for enchanting and silver-smithing, the two dwarfs resupply with the tobacconist. Satisfied that they've accomplished their top priorities, they look for tavern to partake in a few tankards of liquid joy. After spending the time wetting their parched throats Windel will sit down and scribe some scrolls over the three days of rest. I need to look at what he wants to write.
If I recall properly Terquem you've mentioned there are no healing wands or potions available correct but there is holy water. How much holy water is available for purchase?
Day 10, 10:00am (turn 61)It is morning. Location – Three Willows
When Hallister suggests building a temple over the Lusson’s basement, her eyes seem to flutter.
That’s not a bad idea she whispers, and then catching herself, she says, Well, I guess I must take your word for it. You say it is dangerous, but trapped in some way and cannot leave on its own free will? Hmmm, I could ask for donations to purchase the Lusson home, and if Sir Henri is willing, begin a campaign to raise a large church to Dennari here in Three Willows. Yes. I will consider that. Perhaps you and your friends would like to make a donation to the effort? I don’t believe the Lusson’s had any family here, and we haven’t found a will, but I’m sure one will turn up in time. Until then, we’ll keep a close eye on any activity at the ruins.
You can purchase specially prepared holy water containers, made from fragile ceramic, filled, for 10 silver pieces each, and Amdelisse will have five of these prepared the first time you ask for them. If you want more than that, the price will go up to 25 silver pieces each, and she will be able to prepare ten more vials in the three days you intend to wait in Three Willows
Are you all still planning on returning to the Palace after three full days of rest?
"I was considering buying the land m'self, just to be sure I could keep an eye on everything. I'll need to bring in a few people to oversee the construction and whatnot. This ain't somethin' I can turn over to anyone I don't completely trust."
That's Amdelisse hesitates, then smilesThat's an even better idea. You could own the land. What you build on it would be entirely up to you, but a temple, dedicated by the sanctioned officials of the king would be a lasting legacy, and would serve Sir Henri well, as there are no full service temples within his lands now.
"Find out how much the land is worth, and don't tell anyone about any of this." Hal said. "I gotta git back t' work."
I don't trust this chick at all. Should have kept it in the group. Looks like I'm going to have to take Leadership in order to have dependable trustworthy people guarding the eye. Annoying.
Yes, I think we are planning to return to the palace once 3 days have passed.
Miagnik spends a few hours checking out the merchant district for exotic foods, herbal mixtures, training guides, and other supplies that would give him the knowledge and energy to start a rigid training regimen.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Rownig would wave Miagnik and Mae over to the tavern if he sees them. I'm assuming Hal and the NPCs are with Amdelisse "Found someone t'enchant my weapons and to do a little silver-smithing. YHow'd you do, get everything you need? Where to after we rest?" He waves the bartender over to bring tankards for his companions.
I'm not sure where Stephanie is located? I thought she was copying spells.
"Well that's a plus. Rather than focusing on enchanting weapons I probably won't use, I decided to spend my resources to strengthen myself." He shows them the various supplies he's acquired.
"Once we're ready with all of our supplies I'd say we should head back to the Vampire Queen's Palace. I know I pushed for the capital before, but we need to go back as soon as we can."
Mae spends all of half an hour sampling the local color before deciding the rash that is starting to appear on her arms and shins is due to proximity to "poor people".
She returns to the hut in a mild panic, and once safely ensconced spends the rest of her time maintaining her morningstar, (largely superfluous but extremely flavorful) armor and other various adventuring equipment. For the umpteenth time.
Day 10 approximately 12:00pm (turn 73)It is noon. [ooc]Location – Three Willows, The Broken Bugle Tavern
Catching up with the others at the broken Bugle Tavern, Miagnik shows off the things he has found in the village
May samples a few of the dishes and drinks offered at the tavern, but immediately decides that these dwarves do not know anything about taste and presentation, and she excuses herself to return to where Atharessa and Moralane are watching over Dwarbon.
Rownig and Windel, curious and a little concerned for Miagniks discovery, wait for Hallister to catch up with them.
The Bar keeper at the Broken Bugle, Phillipa Zunosos, is an attractive, middle aged dwarven female with short blond hair, and a wide friendly smile. She serves Windel and Rownig a full pitcher of ale, and keeps it filled as long as they continue to ask.
|baldwin the merciful|
Stephaine spends every waking hour greedily pouring over tomes and cackling at varied intervals, shooting doom-y glares at any and all who interrupted her private little bubble. The little spell caster pressganging poor whiskey barrel into acting as messenger bird at the threat of cursing him so all bacon tasted like brussel sprouts.
Unfortunately whiskey had no idea what a brussel sprout was. So then bribery came to play and Stephaine said he could buy bacon with some of the money. The grumpy bird with a sack of money and letters flapped about the city giving no concerns to two-legged shopkeeps or priests and their preconceived notions as to the intelligence of birds.
Amusingly enough what the gnome ended up purchasing was time, requesting the town cleric prepare castings of lesser restoration the following day. The spellcaster taking a ten minute break each morning to walk to the elder cleric and receive the blessing.
Occasionally she would send her familiar out to ask if the village held one tome or another, many of history bout the region.
Then the gnome would return to her desk and stare glass eyed at the books she had collected, Whiskey barrel occasionally returning to feed or water his master as needed in between deliveries and his own hunting.
Stephaine reads the spellbooks, and will transfer a chunk of the spells in them into her own book. Secondly she would like to make Knowledge checks on the Shield, ring and wand we received from the Lusson's basement. She would be using whiskey to request research materials and shop. Yes that is a terrible idea, Stephaine has so much money she doesn't much care if Whiskey gets overcharged by shop-keeps for being a bird.
Flapping in the front door on an explosion of feathers whiskey barrel hoots as he lands. Looking up at the two legged meat seller with an indignant glance and sliding the solitary gold coin, previously held in its beak, across the table.
"Hoot." says the owl, as it slowly locks a stare on the shop keep giving a looking from the coin now on the table and to the meat said butcher had for sale.
The Owl obviously scrutinizing the various meats available
Day 13 early morning The party is still in the Village of Three Willows
On the morning of the third day in the village, a messenger comes to Dwarbon’s home, looking for Hallister. The messenger bears a letter from Amdelisse. The letter is brief
Rowning and Windel have checked in each day with the smiths, and are pleased with the way the work is progressing. Just after the messenger departs, the improved weapons are delivered
Over the previous days, Stephanie and Windel have taken turns examining the objects recovered from the basement. At first it seems as if the nature of the objects cannot be understood completely, but then Stephanie, while examining the Lusson’s manual on the enchantment of objects, discovers a secret to interpreting the complex auras surrounding the objects.
Eventually, Stephanie and Windel are able to piece together enough information to understand most of the properties of the three objects
Whiskey Barrel waits a moment while the dwarven butcher wraps a full pound of smoked bacon. The butcher works silently, and diligently, and when the bacon is wrapped, the heavy paper sack cloth tied with a brown string, he places the package on the counter, and takes the gold coin, and says
Pleasure doing business Mister Owl
The party can leave for the Palace now – Are you ready?
Windel and Rownig inspect their weapons, store their gear and begin to pace around anxious to be back on the road. "Those are some powerful tools to use." He will explain their functions to the group.
"that shield could really help Hal or Mae on the front line." Although there is probably a size issue with the shield and goblins. He exhales, "One of the casters Princess Steph or Miagnik could use that wand and that ring is just plane potent on anyone's finger."
Rownig stops pacing the room and unconsciously starts to twirl both of his hand axes, weaving them a defensive pattern. The two blades whistle as they cut through the air. "We need to put dirt between us and this town."
There was a half knock as Miagnik stepped into the room. He hadn't spoken much to the others over the past few days, getting up early and coming back late in the evening. To those who didn't know him he would merely look like a haggard goblin, but to his companions they could just start to see the results as it was obvious he had spent those days rigorously training his body.
"Rownig. Windel." he said, nodding to each in turn. "I am ready to go just as soon as everyone has arrived. You were saying something about me or Stephanie carrying the wand? I think she should have that one."
Day 13 early morning Location – Dwarbon’s House
Hallister, Rownig, Maelodakh, Stephanie, Windel and Miagnik gather together in front of dwarbon’s house, with their packs loaded, and their garments cleaned, ready to set out for the mountain Tomb known as the Palace of the Vampire Queen. Moralane comes out of the house, setting new arrows in her quiver, she has a strange smile on her face.
She steps away from the door, and raises her arm to point back behind her, and says
When Atharessa comes out of the house, her spear in one hand and a medium shield in the other, she looks so different from the first time you saw her you almost don’t recognize her. The days of eating trail rations are having an effect on her weight, and she looks a little slimmer, though still heavy. She now looks as if she is carrying weight in every place she needs to be. But it is her attire that catches your eye
She wears a woman’s battle robe, of the followers of Dennari. It is clean, bright green and yellow and embroidered with a mighty tree in heavy dark threads that begins bellow her waist and ends at her neck. There is a huge stone hammer, of grey and silver thread, upright imposed on the highest branches of the tree. Under this battle dress she wears shining chain mail armor. Around her waist is a black leather belt, where her trusty sword hangs.
She looks beautiful
This armor and battle dress once belonged to Dwarbon’s wife. He insisted I have it, for the kindness we showed him. I feel, sort of silly, but, it’s good armor, and, and well, it fits pretty good, doesn’t it?
The journey back to the palace is easier, not carrying a heavy chest and a streather with a wounded Dwarbon.
You march for two hours, take a small break, just at the base of the canyon where the road ends and the small trail up the mountains begins
Three hours later you round a corner, the entrance to the palace is visible higher up the mountain, and you can see black smoke lightly rising from the entrance.
An hour later you reach the plateau.
An army of Goblins is camped in front of the entrance. You recognize a banner, showing a spider motif, and even though you were nervous, you are now relieved.
Day 13Afternoon, Location-the entrance to the Palace of the Vampire Queen
When you are approaching the camp, Galinea comes toward you. She looks terrible, as if she hasn’t slept in many days. Her eyes are red and her face is scared.
greetings, friends of Goblinkind, Hallister, Miagnik, princess Maelodakh and princess Stephanie
I sent for a small tribe of goblins that I knew would be loyal to the old gods, and together with those few I still had under my command, we tried to take the second level. Two days ago a bridesmaid returned when we were near to gaining the stairs to the third level. We were pushed back by the trolls and the bridesmaids, who have gathered together, and some strange giants who arrived at the palace only yesterday. We fought a retreating action, setting fires where we could, the bridesmaids don’t like the heat, and we fell back to here. We number only forty two now, but we are keeping any of them from coming out. The giants, brutish monsters from the west I think, fought straight through our ranks, while one of the bridesmaids, who seemed to be in possession of a strange box, also seemed to ignore us and slipped through our numbers with her allies. We ended up fighting three other bridesmaids, and a horde of undead. We did everything we could. Another tribe of goblins, spider hunters from Eight Fountain Springs arrived late yesterday, at about the same time another horde of undead came up the mountain. We slew as many as we could, but many of our number died, and came back under the control of the bridesmaids. When dawn broke, the undead fell where they were standing, and we pilled the bodies in the entrance and set them on fire. We know they will return undamaged tonight, but until then, the fire is keeping the trolls and the giants from attacking us demurring the day.
"Chains and manicles. Locks too." Hal said, getting straight to work without nothing with any sort of greeting.. "Gather as many chains you can and start dragging the bodies out of the fires. Chain them together, foot to arm, so they can't move without pulling one of their fellows off their feet. Turns 'em into a big helpless mass."
Miagnik looked momentarily surprised by the state of the spider priestess. "Well, you've held your own, Galinea." He paled a little at the thought of facing another Giant. "How many Trolls are there and Giants are there now?"
Earlier, upon seeing Atharessa...
Mae is dazzled despite herself, seeing Atharessa seem more powerful, merely by donning raiment and finery... The pitiful goblin princess looks to her own sad deportment - mismatched leather and chain armor, shiny bracers, yes, but little of value or beauty.
I am lost. I thought prowess was the necessary path, but...presence has such value.
Mae considers her trusty masterwork morningstar.
Perhaps if I brain her I could st...No. You have money. Survive, and equip yourself for more than raggle-taggle adventuring. Dress the part you already act...
Mae bows to Galinea and listens with royal concern. She watches with undisguised interest and disguised horror as Hallister sets to work.
Yeeuch. I am NOT touching such filthy things. Nor any undead...
are there any issues with me expending some gold to cast a spell of Arcane lock on the door to the lusson's basement and then shrinking some rocks to make the process of getting there arduous? There is no way we can reliably defend agaisnts a devoted infiltrator but at least keeping the interested local out will be my contribution.
Stephaine had spend the entirety of the three days in her fugue of books, her mannerisms becoming increasingly zombie like as the days moved.
On seeing Atharessa's clothing that cloud of mental fog lifted.
"Oh that is such a beautiful cut of clothing, I love that they managed to make it look attractive working around the sacrifices they had to for the sake of making it work well as armor. It looks very good on you."
Stephaine frowns in concern as she looks over the company of goblins.
"I'm sorry you had to suffer so much loss in this. We obtained the answers we needed in our journey and hopefully we can end this soon. goblin, Dwarf or other manner of creature it is a pain I would never want on my greatest foe to have to fight the corpse of a friend and ally."
The gnome says as she looks over the group of goblins.
"Hoot" says whiskey who had unwrapped a piece of bacon from his personal stash, the butcher paper quite dirty on the outside but the bacon itself quite pristine. The bird noisily snacking on pig meat as the others conversed.