Rennick's Jade Regent: The Prophecy of the Seal (Inactive)

Game Master Rennick

A group of closest friends bands together for one of their own - and may hold the key to salvation in a far off nation's time of need.


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"Gracious, elf, it's admirable that you study my gullet with such devotion, but don't you have a sword to get fixed? I'm sure someone somewhere else can help you with that. Somewhere else."


Male Human

@ The Rusty Dragon

Contrary to the Rusty Dragon's somewhat subdued demeanor of the previous morning, the tavern was alight with life as the three enter into the taproom. dozens of Sandpoint's citizens, dancing, singing and carousing through the common room.

Easily spotted against the bar, Shalelu, Koya and Sandru rest against the bar, each one holding a mug of foaming beer, Sandru has more than one empty glass by his elbows... Koya seems to have almost a dozen!

And Ameiko... Ameiko's where she always is on a night like tonight; on the stage. Her trademark Samisen sings in her fingers, putting a unique and purely "Ameiko" twist on another classic song. This time it was "The Kobold and the Dragon."

"Hah! You made it back in one piece!!" Sandru bellows over the ruckus as the three enter. "Did you give find any of the little twerps out there? We tracked down a nest o' them, routed them good! but didn't find any fireworks..."

Andrin enters the tavern just as a heavy rain starts to fall, and Ameiko finishes her tune and leaves the stage. "What did you find Yos?" she asks, smiling at the the barbs between him and Lir, even as Shalelu takes a long drink of her beer and then - with a stoically straight face - interjects, "Whatever it was, clearly it was not a sense of humility for my brother."


Male Human

@ Outside in the Rain

As the evening skies open with a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning and a torrent of rain, a small caravan of half a dozen wagons lumbers down the road from Magnimar to Sandpoint. In one of the wagons, a young man sits huddled under a blanket as an old gnome, his hair a deep green, jumps into the back and gives the lad a bright smile, "The rains muckin' up the road, but we should make it to Sandpoint soon. We'll see if we can find a place to stay and I suppose in the morning you and I will part ways friend..."


"Well first we found some goblins. Then we found some undead Minkan soldiers. Then we found their boss, guarding this," he gestures at the cask, "And here we are! How was your day?"


Male Human Inquisitor - 2

The inquisitor's aching muscles would force him to set the wooden chest down as Yosrick does, with a bit of a 'hoof' escaping his lungs. He moves his right hand to his opposite bicep and rubs at it cautiously, frowning a bit at the exhaustion his muscles have just endured. "The goblins were only lashing out in fear, it would seem. There was a tainted treasure stolen from these undead Minkan Soldiers, as Yosrick calls them, and the Goblins had taken them unknowingly. We have made an accord with their new leader - he has promised to never attack the city, or any passerby's again. Otherwise he will have to deal with us."

He clears his throat a moment, "Aside from that, this treasure was being guarded by an undead force as Yosrick says, and we're not quite sure why. The room where this undead captain was, had no clues within it. He did have a few peculiar things to say, however..." Daemon's voice trails off as he remembers the dying words of the undead creature.


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"Ah, gentlemen!" Andrin enters the room cheerfully, looking much more at home in his finer clothes and without swamp muck smeared all over his person. "What have I missed? Oh! And ladies as well," he bows informally before each one in turn, "well met, one and all." His eyes then briefly catch Shalelu's as he is addressing the group. "Ahh - ahem Excuse me, I think I must be thirstier than I'd thought. Your pardon, friends." He then moves over to a less crowded portion of the bar and quietly orders some wine. If there is a stool or bench available he sits at it while waiting for his drink, his posture perfect and his attention fixed solely on the person fetching his wine.


Looking at Daemon, Yosrick grins. "Maybe that fungus from his feet made it to his brain! Come, Andrin, join us! Let us kill that pesky fungal disease with strong ale!" Yosrick shouts across the bar in a way too loud voice.


Male Elf Ranger 4 (AC: 17 [T 13 /FF 14]; HP: 19/35; F+5, R+7, W+1/+3 vs Enchantments; Init: +3 [+5 in Urban]; Perc: +11 [+13 in Urban])

Back.

At the mention of the blade needing work, Lirrathan forgets the fun he was having at Yosrick's expense and his attention becomes diverted elsewhere. "Oh, Ameiko, I found these blades that Yos said are from your neck of the world. You happen to know how to use them, because I want to see how good they work?" He displays the two swords, a look of concern at the hilt of the one needing work.

He levels an overactive fake chuckle at his sister's little quip. "Please, Shay, like you don't like the attention? I'm at least honest enough to myself to admit it."


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Andrin seems oblivious to Yosrick's loud prodding, his gaze fixed hard on the cup of wine in his hand. His right index finger taps the cup rhythmically and the resulting ripples seem to have him transfixed.


Varsian Wanderer(monk)-2

Dotting so it appears on my campaign list.


Male Human

Shalelu laughs, still leaning against the bar and cocks an eye towards Koya, "I spend half my life in the woods and the other half guiding you poor souls through said woods. How is that a cry for attention?"

Koya smirks, taking a sip of her drink and casting a glance at Lir, "Young ones often project upon their families. Maybe the pup aspires to be like you?" She grins in spite of her solemn tone.

Sandru's hand claps down on Andrin's shoulder, his own mug sloshing dangerously as the man boisterously asks, "Come on lad, what's the fun in drinking alone eh?"

Ameiko takes a look at the two swords and nods, "They're minkai, yes. they're called Wakizashis. This one's pretty well made though, you said the handle was broken?"

She snatches the sword from Lirrathan's hand and holds it to the light, "Well ballanced... seems fresh forged... and."

As her fingers move across the hilt, it gives a pop and swings open on a small hinge. Ameiko's eyes dart up to the others, before looking back down, as she extracts a small scroll.

Her eyes dance back and forth as she unrolls it and reads it, the color draining from her face, "It's in Tian-Min..."

She clears her throat and reads,

"My son, my heir. You know I have kept secrets from you. You were always a perceptive son, and while you may not understand my reasons for secrecy, I hope that you realize it was necessary. Know that I was not angry with you for opening the warding box – I was angry with myself for withholding the truth from you and forcing you to seek out what I should have given to you. The words I spoke to you were from anger with myself, and it shames me to think of them now. I write this note as an apology, and to beg you to leave these secrets to history.

The next few days will be the most important I have faced in many years. If our family’s enemies have, as I hope, forgotten us, I shall reunite with you and your wife, and your mother and I shall reveal the truth to you. But if they still seek the contents of the warding box, I fear that I may not speak to you again. The box holds our family’s greatest treasure, so I have returned it to Kortun’s care, and it shall remain hidden in the secret third vault under Brinewall Castle – obscured from our enemies, I hope and pray. I will not grant our foes the satisfaction of killing me themselves – if it comes to it, let my death, by my own hand, be my final act to protect you, so that our enemies believe our line ended.

I have instructed Tsutamu to keep this letter from you, delivering it to you only should I fail to return as I hope to. If I can, I will reveal all to you myself. If I cannot, this final missive from a father to a son must suffice as an apology in place of an explanation, and you must destroy this letter, flee to the south, and never return to Brinewall. If our enemies find what I have hidden, there will be nothing here for you. If they do not, they will lie in wait forever for your return.

I hope to see you again soon, my son. But my heart tells me I will not. I am sorry to have failed you. But I am proud of you, and I know you will survive this old man’s shame. You are strong, and you must remain so. For if you are reading this and I am gone, know that our enemies will never stop searching for us, and that is why I cannot reveal the truth to you until I know there is no chance of them finding us again.

Rokuro Kaijitsu
Sunday, 29 Desnus, 4687....


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Andrin starts as Sandru's hand drops down upon his shoulder, his reverie broken by the boisterous gesture. He turns to look up at Sandru, but his gaze falls on something behind him - a flash of blonde hair in the firelight. Andrin's eyes remain unfocused for a second as he tries to center his attention on Sandru.

"Ah yes, but of course, sir. Where are my manners tonight? Come, come - let's hear what the lovely and generous proprietor of this establishment has to say about Lirrathan's prized blades, eh?"

Andrin rises from his seat and follows Sandru back over to the rest of the group. He listens intently to Ameiko as she reads the letter, though his jaw drops open in surprise and bewilderment as she reads the name of its author.


"Well now. What do you make of that, 'Miko?" Yosrick leans against the bar, tapping his forehead. 'Brinewall?'

Knowledge: History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Other Knowledge: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10


CN male human summoner [synthesist] 1

Koveluss hurries into the inn, rain dripping from his clothing as he does. "Now I understand why you don't speak kindly of that fiend at the theater, Lady Kaijitsu; Cyrdak Drokkus would not recognize a snake if it were coiled on the end of that pointed nose of his. I don't care if Poog's a goblin, he's got real talent. Only a fool would turn away a potential stage technician ... of such ... caliber ..."

The human's voice trails away as he notices the looks of concern and surprise on everyone's faces. "Did I miss something?"


Varsian Wanderer(monk)-2

As Ameiko begins to read the letter outloud a tall figure walks softly into the bar. The man is dressed in beaten up robes and a patched ridden hood covers his head. As he moves a soft chain rattling comes from the unusual blunt weapon hangs from his side. The new figure moves to a table and sets his jam packed backpack at its side. As he waits for a waitress or waiter he flicks around a copper piece between his fingers and scans the room as if he is looking for something or someone, he pauses on Koya and Sandru.

As he watches the two of them, he whispers to a waitress,

Whispered words:
"Give me a cheap ale and give this to that man over there."
He hands the waitress a small item wrapped in a parchment and points to Sandru.

Wrapped up item:
Its a thunderstone.


Male Human Inquisitor - 2

Daemon smiles at Yosrick's joke as Andrin returns to the Rusty Dragon. He keeps to himself, in deep thought as the current events are discussed. He turns his piercing attention to Ameiko once she begins explaining the Wakizashi, listening carefully the details of her words as she reads the note. Closing his eyes as she speaks the words aloud.

His nose scrunches in slight ripples, his lips pursing upwards in a sign of disbelief and worry as she reads the signature at the bottom of the note. He takes in a breath of air through his nose and exhales slowly through his mouth before speaking worriedly, "Ameiko... Are you alright?" His eyes open slowly after speaking his caring words, examining her facial expression and body postures.


Male Human

Yosrick's History result:
Yosrick recalls hearing that an unknown scourge destroyed the colony of Brinewall on the first day of Sarenith in 4687, just a few days after the date on the letter.

"I..." Ameiko's eyes look up from the old parchment and sword in her hands and for once, there's no smile dancing behind her eyes. Instead there's confusion and hurt, "My father's name was Lonjiku..." she says. Her voice is barely a whisper, but everyone around her can hear it clearly. Koya, Snadru and Shalelu each exhange uncertain glances, not sure how to help their friend. Ameiko breathes, "Then this Rokuro... He must be my grandfather."

Perception 24:
As Ameiko tries to find the words to express her feelings, one of the waitresses approaches Sandru but Koya quietly heads her off, taking something from the girl.

Her eyes fall back to the letter, and the wakizashi, "This sword was my family's? I.. I know we haven't always lived in Sandpoint. but my father never spoke of life before here..."

On the other side of the bar, Vandell sips at the drink that was brought to him staring into nothingness. He just sets the mug onto the table when the thunderstone clatters (thankfully not going off) onto the table beside him.

He looks up to find not Sandru, but Koya glaring down at him as a mother might when she's caught her child in the pantry. "You come back after I don't know how many years, and that is your best idea on how to say hello? By Desna boy I ought to kick your ass straight back to that monastery."


CN male human summoner [synthesist] 1

Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23, So close ...

Koveluss runs a hand through his hair, realizing that now is not a great time to ask for information. The man slips over to the group and quietly takes a seat, intently watching the other so that he might better understand why everyone is so grim.

I'll just run with being left in the dark for now. I'm sure enough will make itself known for Kov to jump in before long.


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can't even succeed at a DC 24 perception check so not even going to bother rolling

Andrin quickly regains his composure, abandoning the slack jawed expression. "As the Wind blows, a letter from your grandfather's own hand?! What a treasure! It sounds like he cared deeply for your father, even if the two didn't exactly see eye to eye as it were."

It's plainly obvious that Andrin is amazed by the idea of reading such a personal note from one's grandfather. Driven by his own grandfather's legacy as he is, his reactions come as no real surprise.


"I'm heard of this Brinewall. Something wiped it out a few days after this letter was..." Yosrick stalls as he sees Ameiko struggling with her emotions.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Yosrick, eager to deflect attention from Ameiko's pain, points at Koya yelling at a random man. "Jiminy! What bug crawled up her hind-end and died?!?"


Varsian Wanderer(monk)-2

The cloaked man begins to respond but just sinks down as the elder women yells at him. He waits with his head down like a child being disciplined, he responds "Sorry Ma'am, it sounded a lot better on the trip over."
As he looks down he mutters, "I guess some things stay the same."
He cringes as he realizes he said that out loud and readies himself for Koya's retaliation.


Male Human Inquisitor - 2

Perception1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 -.- and then they began...

Daemon eyes Ameiko with obvious concern, his lips drawn into a slight downward curl. His eyes go from Andrin with his statement, back to the Wakizashi, then to Ameiko's eyes. He maneuvers a bit closer to the woman, grabbing a bar stool along the way and setting it just behind her to give her a place to sit, all before speaking in a lowered voice. "What ever you choose to do with this information, Ameiko, you have my aid." He places a reassuring and comforting hand upon her shoulder with a slight smile.


Male Elf Ranger 4 (AC: 17 [T 13 /FF 14]; HP: 19/35; F+5, R+7, W+1/+3 vs Enchantments; Init: +3 [+5 in Urban]; Perc: +11 [+13 in Urban])

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Lirratahn, his usual self-involvement at the fore, asks amidst all the excitement, "Sooo.. you're going to want to keep that Wazzahashi then aren't you?" He looks on hopeful, before the glare from Shalelu causes him to shrug at her confused, mouthing the word 'What?'

"Hey, Yos! Do you think they're might be more of those fool-headed skeletons in armor with more of these swords at this Brinewall place?" This time he sticks out his jaw and scowls after his sister thwacks him on the back of the head, in an all too familiar manner.

Exasperated by the quiet calm over the place, he slumps down onto a barstool, and sulkily greets their late arrival, "Hey Koveluss, I thought maybe some fool goblin conviced you to help them repopulate the tribe. It seems I was right, you didn't take that long." His spirits lifting as he watches the old matron rip into some lad.


CN male human summoner [synthesist] 1

Koveluss opens his mouth as if to respond to Lir's baiting, then thinks better of it. "This is not the time for that, Goldilocks."


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Despite his enthusiasm for what Ameiko now holds in her hand, Andrin's expression suddenly shifts to one of uncertainty. His mumbles quietly to himself, "Oh... oh dear. Just who exactly was that who was guarding that box then?" His eyes then flit up to settle on Ameiko.

Another softly muttered whisper, "Oh dear."


"So I guess Brinewall's the place where the answers lie. Do you think there's anything still there that could shed some light on all this?"


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"In any event, where is this Brinewall? I've not ever heard of it."


"It lies to the north, where the Steam River meets the sea. Or at least, it did. Something unknown destroyed it years ago. It's hard to say what even remains." Yosrick looks down, realizing that in the furor, he has forgotten to grab a drink. Strangely enough he realizes that he didn't really miss it.


Male Human

"I um... thank you.." Ameiko sits, or rather slowly falls, onto the stool that Daemon provides. her voice acknowledges the support from her friends, but her eyes never leaves the piece of parchment in her hand.

Slender fingers tracing across the ink, as though it may reveal some other clue, she looks up and her eyes search out her three closest friends. Koya, standing near the newcomer, offering Ameiko a gaze of motherly concern. Shalelu, her full blue eyes piercing into the young Tian woman, her stoic silence speaking volumes of the support she feels for her friend. And Sandru, his trademarked grin faltering, like that of a brother watching his sibling fall, and knowing he can do nothing to quell the pain of the cuts and bruises.

Surprisingly enough, it's Lirrathan who breaks Ameiko from her daze. She gives out a small laugh and smile, and glances down at the parchment and the sword in her hands.

She flips the blade over deftly in her fingers and offers the handle to Lirrathan, "It's called a Wakizashi, Wa-Kee-Zah-Shee, If you're going to wield one you should at least learn how to pronounce it. Take it over to Red Dog and tell Das to put the repairs on my tab." She smiles, her instructions referring of course to Das Korvut, the gruff owner and proprietor of the Red Dog Smithy.

Ameiko stands up chair and says, "Sorry guys, I need some space for a bit." and she turns and heads through the crowd and up the stairway to the floors above.


Male Human

Some Time Later,

Ameiko had yet to come back, but the revelry of the Rusty Dragon had resumed all the same. Most of the friends now sat around two tables that had been shoved together, and a copious number of empty mugs grew steadily on the two wooden surfaces.

Sandru, Koya and Shalelu, alongside Lirrathan, Andrin, Daemon and Koveluss, as well as the newcomer Vandell were all there. Only Yosrick was missing, having excused himself only a few moments ago.

"By Cayden's cup this day's full of surprises!" Sandru belows heartily, a hand coming down hard on to Vandell's back, "Of all the rascals to walk back into my life, you! ha! So tell me about life in your convent then, Is this the first time you've seen a pretty girl then?" he gives a bit of a hiccup to punctuate the last point.

Shalelu leans her chair back on its hind legs, a mug of ale half-drank in her hand, "I take it they're friends?"

Koya, also armed with a well used glass, gives a short bark of a laugh, "Oh dear you've no idea."


Male Human

On the Roof of the Rusty Dragon

Yosrick climbs the steps up to the top floor of the Dragon - a fairly nondescript hall of rooms to be rented, and walks down to the far end.

Ameiko hadn't come back in over an hour and no one knew where she was, except for Yosrick. He knew exactly where to look.

He opens a window at the far end of the hall and climbs out, gripping the edge of the storm drain he vaults himself up onto the roof.

And there she was. Lit by by moonlight, Ameiko sat on the roof with her feet stretched out in front of her. Her back resting against the old iron dragon. She had her Samisen in her hands, her fingers absently plucking away at the strings. Yosrick could see the letter from her Grandfather, clutched tight in her right hand along with the paddle, one of its edges getting frayed from the plucking of the strings.

Ameiko glances up and offers a small smile to Yosrick, and he can see the wetness glistening in her eyes, "Hey.." she greets him quietly.

Ameiko turns her head away, to look out at the stars and the full moon, "I love this town, I really do... but there's so much pain here. My parent's deaths, my brother's. The fights my father and I had. I loved him, and I'm sure he loved me but we were so different." she laughs a little through the tears in spite of herself, "I'm not sure what he hated more. That I went off to be an adventurer, or that when I came back I bought a bar. He would have called either a "disgrace" but ever since he died I've been running the businesses and... It's not my life Yos, it's not who I am. I don't even know if I know who that is anymore..."


"You'll figure it out, Miko. And we'll be here to drink your beer and drive you nuts while we do." Yosrick sits next to her, his back to the dragon. "What's the deal with the letter?"


Male Human

On the Roof

Ameiko shrugs, The notes from her plucking seeming to accentuate the motion, "You heard me read it. It's just... My father never spoke of our family or where we came from or what they were like, and then things just got worse. The falling out we had when I left, his rage over Tsuto's birth and the fact that he obviously wasn't his, Mom's suicide and then how it all ended..."

Her voice trails off in a choked sob, She doesn't continue but Yosrick knows, all of Sandpoint's heard the rumors of how Ameiko's half brother murdered their father sided with a tribe of Goblins that almost destroyed Sandpoint and kidnapped Ameiko. The events ended with Ameiko's rescue and Tsuto's death at the hands of the Runewardens - though before they were known as such. Sandpoint's a small town and interesting stories travel fast, whether someone wanted them to or not.

Ameiko stops playing and unfolds the letter, "I love Sandpoint, I do. But she's never really been my home. Now I have this clue of my family, my past... I don't think I can let that go."


"Then let's follow it. I've got nothing holding me here, with mom gone. Let's go to Brinewall and see what's there; if there's more to this tale, then we can chase it down. I'm with you, Miko, you know that."


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Andrin sits at the table, half the wine from his goblet gone and the remainder forgotten. He is deliberate, almost noticeably so, to keep his attention fixed on Sandru and this new comer, Vandell. His eyes are unfocused and his gaze distant as the conversation rolls on around him.


Male Human Inquisitor - 2

Daemon smiles as his comrades jolly and drink to the previous events of their adventure. His hands idly running over the wooden holy symbol of Iomedae he had inherited from his mother, his mind focusing on the learning’s he had received from his upbringing. He knew full well that the past few days were just the beginning of the adventures this troop would endure. The edging of his faith and his perceptive skills leading him to that same conclusion within every mental scenario he could come up with.

His smile grew as he gets mentally distracted, realizing for the first time in an extremely long time, since his mothers passing, he felt as if he belonged. Returning the symbol back into his pocket, he grabs hold of his own mug and quaffs it in one gulp, laughing at Sandru’s last comment towards the new comer. “Leave the poor lad alone Sandru! You two have just reacquainted after some time – the least you could do is give the lad a chance to embarrass himself first!


Male Elf Ranger 4 (AC: 17 [T 13 /FF 14]; HP: 19/35; F+5, R+7, W+1/+3 vs Enchantments; Init: +3 [+5 in Urban]; Perc: +11 [+13 in Urban])

After the tension fades and Ameiko excuses herself upstairs, Lirrathan head straight away to Das' shop. "Wazikak... no, wazizak, ... wakizashi, wakizashi. Wakizashi!" He blurts this last one loudly along the streets, people giving him weird looks. After turning the weapon over to be repaired, he heads back to the inn, ready to return when the blade is finished.

At the inn he enjoys the lightened mood, and takes no time to join in. "Hey Sandru, maybe you could teach him what you know of women... then again even coming from a convent he may still know more than you." Turning to his sister he adds his two bits, "Either they're friends, or family." He gives her a playful wink, and pushes on the front two legs of her tilted chair, comfortable with the fact that it was a light enough push that she'll catch herself before tipping over.


Varsian Wanderer(monk)-2

He responds the comments with a smile and waves his hand towards the elf, ”All Sandru could teach me about women is how to get slapped, hehe.” He takes down his hood exposing his tan skin and shoulder length black hair. As the smile grows bigger on his face he looks to his good friend, ”Ah big brother, in my travels I have come across many beauties, but I can see Sandpoint has a few gems that would make any chelixian countess look like a plain handmaid.” He winks at Shaleu as he finishes his comment with a roguish smile.

”As he said my name is Vandell, and do hail from this town but thankfully many don’t remember me.” The varisan looks around then whispers to them, ”I used to be quite the pick pocket.” He then looks uncomfortably towards Koya, ”Until I was forc….I mean led down a better path.” A grin Returning to face, ”So whose your crew here? Do they keep them in line or are you all wild ones? Hehe”


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Lirrathan's teasing and Vandell's flirting combined shake Andrin out of his distant thoughts, "Chelish. The adjectival form of Cheliax is 'chelish'. The noun form is 'chelaxian'. A chelaxian who also happens to be a countess would be a chelish countess." His correction is offered with a slight grin and a friendly air, his tone and manner clearly demonstrating his emendation was intended to be helpful rather than belittling.


Varsian Wanderer(monk)-2

He scratches his head and responds to Andrin's lesson, "Sorry as the road was my teacher and grammar wasn't one of her strengths." Vandell looks over to Daemon and comments, "Guess you were right about embarrassing myself, hehe."


CN male human summoner [synthesist] 1

"In my experiences, Andrin, most chelish countesses are unaware of the proper terminology themselves." A thoughtful expression comes over the man's face. "Now that I think about it most I've met haven't quite mastered the fine art of counting, either."

He turns to Lirrathan, a smirk on his face. "You've got them beat on both counts, Goldilocks; you're daintier than most chelish women, and you can count to twenty without taking off your shoes."


Male Elf Ranger 4 (AC: 17 [T 13 /FF 14]; HP: 19/35; F+5, R+7, W+1/+3 vs Enchantments; Init: +3 [+5 in Urban]; Perc: +11 [+13 in Urban])

"Well that's not saying much, Kov. Heck, even Daemon is daintier than a Chelish woman. You make it especially easy to count higher too. I just have to think of how many half-goblin babies you've fathered, and I can get to the fifties." Like usual, Lirrathan's intellect wasn't squandered on book learning, not when there are so many ways to learn how to insult others.


Male Human Inquisitor - 2

"Well, I sure do pity the goblin matron."

Daemon laughs lightheartedly. Looking towards the newest presumed member of their band, he introduces everyone. "I am Daemon. You also have Koveluss" he motions with his hand, "Lirrathan - commonly known as Goldilocks" grinning slyly at the nickname, pausing for effect before continuing. "Then you have Andrin and Yosric..." He looks at the empty chair with slight confusion.

"Where is Yosrick?!"


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Andrin nods to Vandell as Daemon introduces him then arches his eyebrow in confusion as he also realizes that Yosrick is absent.
"An excellent question, Master Grizwold. And now that I think about it, I don't recall Yosrick ever joining us at our present table."


CN male human summoner [synthesist] 1

Koveluss' jaw drops in mock horror as he turns to Daemon. "Are you saying there are goblin ... women!?" He shudders visibly at the thought.


Male Human

On The Roof

"I think I'd like that."She stares down at the paper in her hand, a small smile crossing her red lips, "Sandru's been itching to get his caravan back on the road..." Ameiko's small smile breaks into a wide grin, and she pushes herself to her feet, deftly balancing on the slant of the roof. She leans down and gives Yos a kiss on the forehead, "Thanks Yos, come on we need to talk to the others."

She steps over him and almost skips towards the ledge down to the window.


Male Human

In the Taproom

Shalelu cocks a blonde eyebrow and a small smirk at Vandell's remark about Chelish maids, "Gods you are Sandru's friend. Koya how on earth did you survive the childhood?"

Koya lets out a hearty laugh and takes a swig of her ale, "A strong liver dear, a very strong liver."

At this point Lir's foot connects with Shalelu's chair, and the Elven archer must have had more to drink than any realized as she didn't catch herself, and topples backwards over the tumbling chair, clattering to the floor. As she pulls herself to her knees, she glares daggers at her younger brother, accompanied by a smile that says 'just you wait.'

"Ho! looks like you've had a bit too much to drink, Flower." A huge Shoanti dressed in dented and well used steel breastplate grabs Shalelu by the arm and helps her up to her feet, his other arm snaking around her waist. Behind him, two more Shoanti, dressed in similar mercenary garb, laugh and jeer with mugs in hand,

"I've a nice bed upstairs, Flower. Let's go work off some of that ale, eh?"

Shalelu's eyes narrow, "Please let me go."

The Shoanti grins, a broad smile missing a few teeth, "Only if I get to hold on somewhere else."


retired

At the Shoanti's crass advance, Andrin's chair tips over he stands so quickly. His forehead knots in contained anger as he turns to and approaches the huge man. Though his voice is loud enough to be heard over the din, the nobleman's tone remains respectful, "My dear SIR! It is plain to all that your advances are not welcomed by the lady. I kindly ask that you return to your table and your drink!"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17


Yosrick follows Ameiko back downstairs in time to catch the end of the exchange between the Shoanti and Shalelu. He taps Miko on the shoulder and whispers "How much property damage is Shalelu going to do with him? Should we try to cut this off before it gets too bloody?"


Male Elf Ranger 4 (AC: 17 [T 13 /FF 14]; HP: 19/35; F+5, R+7, W+1/+3 vs Enchantments; Init: +3 [+5 in Urban]; Perc: +11 [+13 in Urban])

Lirrathan, in true brotherly fashion, doesn't let anyone but himself pick on his sister. "Listen up you fat, ugly, human" the last word has a more insulting tone than the descriptors before it. "My sister asked you to let her go. She's the nice one. I'm not going to ask you. I will tell you, and you can take that as your only warning. Let.. Her.. Go."

Intimidate 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

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