Shadowborn |
The baker's face brightens. "Oh yes, yes! Your pick from the shop for your help. Just please, don't tell anyone. I don't want my customers to think my place is unclean. It must have made its way down there when I forgot to close the delivery door round back."
With that, Jinjer gives a nod and proceed behind the curtain, glancing back at Magnus. Well? Let's go on a bug hunt."
Once you've deposited the remains and filled in the hole, Durin motions toward the chapel. "How about a hot mug of mulled mead? I've got to get the chill out of these old bones. Then we can discuss the matter you've come here about."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Casting dancing lights, then sending senses to see the creature before going down.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Knowledge (nature?) Drawing a poisoned dart and cast true strike before descending. I assume you'll want initiative aswell.
Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Shadowborn |
Magnus Thunderf00t |
1d20 + 4 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 20 - 4 = 34 dart attack + true strike+ non-proficiency
Shadowborn |
Initiative Order:
Magnus
Beetle
Jinjer
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Shadowborn |
Brodgar Gilthelm |
He finishes the work in relative silence, notes the damage to the bones, and wonders as he returns them to rest about why all the deaths seem to have been violent.
"Aye, I could use a drink meself," he replies to Durin's invitation. As they walk back to the chapel, he decides to ask. "Was there some pattern to what graves were desecrated? Most o' the bones had violence visited upon 'em. I'm thinkin' that perhaps this wasn't just a random act of hooligan-ry."
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Stilgar Fulgrum |
Gaius Gracci |
"Tell me friend, do you have any more tales featuring your flaming princess? We are after a way of looking for a princess ourselves. She goes by the name Aidan Hakar she would have been through Three Oaks oh... about five years ago. May have been travelling with a human priest of Baal.
Ring any bells?"
Shadowborn |
It scuttles across the floor, snapping at Magnus' leg, but he manages to evade the bite. You can take your action now.
Jinjer, seeing no other beetles emerging to attack, takes the time to stow her bow and draw her shortsword, preparing to aid Magnus in melee.
"Well, if they were walking earlier, they're not now. You see any livelier bones traipsing around and I'll get concerned. Bad enough I had to tromp all the way to town and back for next to nothing."
Handing you each a warm mug, he pulls a stool and a small crate over near the one chair in the room, taking the chair for himself. He sits with a loud groan, and then motions for the two of you to sit.
"So, you're looking for my former pupil... Haven't seen hide nor hair of the lad for years now. Told them it wouldn't work...star-blooded or no. Like most humans, he's hot-blooded and footloose, and now he's up and gone."
Shadowborn |
The beetle bites again, snapping onto your calf with crushing force. 5 hp damage.
Jinjer moves up beside you, thrusting with her sword. Her sword bites deep into its back. It gives an angry squeal and turns on her, mandibles snapping.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus continues to swing inexpertly with his staff and hoping to hit a weak point. " Tuboo, I need your help. " The weasel, gathers up his courage and attempts to distract the bug after dodging any attacks.
Club: 1d20 ⇒ 101d6 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
Tuboo acrobatic and bite attempt 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 201d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Shadowborn |
As the attacks from Magnus and his familiar draw its attention once again, Jinjer takes advantage and sidles around it, flanking with Magnus. Her sword thrust drives into the wound she made with her last attack, plunging in and pinning it. The thing gives a frantic scramble of legs as she twists the blade before pulling it free, and then it lies still.
Combat is over. There is still a glow coming from behind the sacks, but nothing else threatens the three of you as you proceed into the cellar.
"Asheron was a right giant. Tall, strong, and a handsome lad. His was the blood of one of Baal's servants, from somewhere back in his family tree. The church elders knew this, and took him in with a plan."
He pauses for another long pull at his mug. He seems a bit surprised to find it now empty, and moves back to the stove for a refill from the pot. His iron foot clanks heavily on the floor.
"Not sure I should tell you this, but since he's long since gone and you're fellow members of the fold... It was the elders' plan to use human legend to help pacify the humans. Their tales say that the human kings of old had the blood of angels in them. And here was one of the star-blooded ones in the flesh. So they took him in and raised him, made him a ward of the church and taught him the scriptures. He was to be a stabilizing influence. One that the humans could look up to, want to follow, and thereby bring rebel elements back under control. 'Course, things didn't go according to plan. Human nature is as fluid as mercury, laws or no. He disappeared some five years ago. I suppose they blame me, which is why I'm still stuck out here."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Stilgar Fulgrum |
"Five years ago..." he murmured, recalling what Kravathku had told him, "I was informed that he was around Dunshale around that time. He and two companions had slew a group of nocturne that attacked during the High Harvest festival. But that seems to be the last anybody has ever heard of him. Do you have any idea what his intentions were?"
Shadowborn |
"One thing I do know for sure is that he didn't have anything to do with the Thane's son dying. If it had been Asheron, the boy's skull would have been crushed, head on...no knives in the back. But whatever he had running through his head when he disappeared, he was still too deeply involved with us dwarves and the religion to take part in open rebellion."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Tarrana |
Shadowborn |
Tarrana thinks he may well be telling the truth, from the way blackened dwarf spirits glare at the man so; the cinders drifting from their skin swirl angrily.
In response to Gaius' questions: "I'm not certain where she might be now. I suppose her parents in Dunshale might be the ones to ask, assuming they're still there. Unfortunately, some folk were lost during the last uprising."
The second question brings a smile from the man. "This is the North, my friend. This is the land he ruled. His twin brother ruled the lowlands, far to the south of here. The two kingdoms were divided by the elven forests that lie south of these mountains, yet all were united by mutual alliance...even the dwarves. This, of course, was all before the Great Wounding. While the Iron Marches were protected by the power of Baal, and the forests by elven magic, I fear the South, like the rest of the world, may lay ravaged."
Jinjer |
"Turnovers? Oooh, what kind?" Jinjer rubs her hands together and grins like a little girl who is offered her first sweet treat. "Apple turnovers are my favorite - my Ma calls turnovers fritters but I never understood why. Apple, peach, cherry - I love 'em all."
Jinjer takes as many turnovers as the kind baker will allow...and she will gladly drag the beetles out and toss 'em in the woods.
Stilgar Fulgrum |
"Grundar's murder happens to be why I'm here," Stilgar admits, putting down his half-empty mug, "I am to find the murderer. An informant had provided me with a great deal of information, suggesting that all of the details were somehow involved. So much happened in the days before the murder; people accused of an entirely different crime were even used as scapegoats. It reeks of conspiracy..." He shakes his head and picks up his mug, taking another swig.
"I am sure the rebels could be of assistance, but I suppose finding them would be difficult."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus Thunderf00t |
I think it's just in case one group does something that would affect the others decisions if we cheated and looked at it.
Brodgar Gilthelm |
Brodgar nurses his drink, staring thoughtfully past the table as he listens. He isn't really surprised that the church was using the human as a tool - that wasn't so unusual. Something stirred in his heart, though. Disappointment, maybe.
He shakes his head.
"Grasping at straws we may be, but it all did happen 'round the same time. Gotta take what leads we can get."
After a moment's thought, he asks, "You said they blame you for his disappearance. Why might they think that?"
Shadowborn |
In answer to Brodgar's question: "They likely blame me because I'm the one responsible for his upbringing and instruction. Going rogue doesn't reflect well on me as his mentor. Ah well, I've got a fine building to reside in and live out the rest of my days. That can be enough, so long as people bring their sick to see me so I don't have to gimp all the way into town."
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus wishes the baker well as he makes his way out of the shop. He and Jinjer make their way leisurely out of town with the bugs in the sacks, snacking as they go.
Shadowborn |
The baker beams at Jinjer. "Bless you, my girl. You've saved my reputation."
A leisurely stroll back across the village center to the inn finds Gaius and Tarrana engrossed in conversation with a mustachioed man who pauses occasionally to take a puff off his pipe and blow a smoke ring towards the ceiling.
Stilgar Fulgrum |
*throws the spoiler tags out the window*
As he finishes the last of his drink, Stilgar glances at Brodgar and nods. "We had best be going Father, we left our companions back in town," he says, standing, "Thank you for your time and hospitality, this talk proved to be most informative."
Tarrana |
"Friends?" Tarrana says marveling at the sight of angry spirts swirling like an inferno around him. "Yes I'm sure they're jsut the type to set beards aflame and set tunnels to a suffocating smoke. Without thinking about the consequences beyond the thrill of their righteous anger. Petulant bravado in the face of unspeakable horrors." Tarrana says sadly as she drifts into her own visions. "I wonder how they will react when the windstorms come to tear the mountains from the earth? When fire will tear itself from its imprisonment in rock and cleanse the sin of man, dwarf, and demon from the surface? Will they cry out in anger blaming the other? Will they make ammends? Or will they go quietly into oblivion a distant memory as the world begins itself anew." Tarrana goes quiet and seems to stare at nothing for a long while."[/b]
Brodgar Gilthelm |
Dropping the spoiler was an accident I swear, but since it seems to be fashionable these days...
Brodgar nods sagely as Durin replies to his question. "Would have figured as such. Just goes to show how little they understand humans," he says with just a touch of mirth to his tone.
"Thank you for your time, Father." Brodgar drains his mug, sets it down, and pushes off from the table to follow Stilgar back to the inn.
Shadowborn |
Durin sees Stilgar and Brodgar out, and the two stroll back to towards the village. As they reach the main road, they encounter a dwarf driving a wagon hitched to a quartet of mules headed to the village from the east. Seeing the two, he offers them a lift into town, giving Stilgar the seat next to him and telling Brodgar to climb into the back.
I'll delay a bit and see what Magnus and Jinjer want to do when they get to the inn itself, as they'll be arriving back a bit before the dwarves.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
When Magnus returns to the inn, reward in hand, he idly works on crafting some more while he and Jinjer get to know each other a bit more. He listens to the bravado in Tarrana's conversation. " Sounds like she's making friends, don't you think? " Other than that observation, he sits away from the established group, not wanting to insert himself into a closed conversation. That being said, he still eavesdrops to the best of his ability if something juicy comes up.
Use send senses once or twice if I can't hear something being said.
Perception check w/o send senses. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Perception w/ send senses 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Shadowborn |
Travance listens to Tarrana with what appears to be a mixture of astonishment and admiration on his face. Seeing others entering the inn, he lowers his voice still more as he speaks to her and Gaius.
"I believe that I should introduce to two of you to some friends of mine. They'd love to have a conversation about this with you. However, I believe I should go, as I do have a bit of business to attend to before the day is out. Thank you for the drinks and the talk, not to mention saving my puppet theater."
With that, he stands, straightening his coat and putting away his pipe. He gives a friendly nod to the two gnomes on his way out. As he reaches the door, Stilgar and Brodgar are on their way in. The man moves deferentially to the side, making way for the dwarves' entrance. He inclines his head and avoids eye contact as he leaves.
Magnus Thunderf00t |
Magnus moves in to sit with the rest of the group, offering up some snacks. He turns to Tarrana. "What was that all about? He left rather abruptly, don't you think? Who was that guy anyways? "