The Four Pillars

Game Master chavamana


1 to 50 of 4,515 << first < prev | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | next > last >>

Arodus 13, 4713

Kenabres has an air of anticipation and excitement as the city prepares for Armasse. Even the normally overly stoic and suspicious guards at the North and South gates which lead into the ring section of the city can be caught smiling and joking with known mercenaries and crusaders, although even at such a time those who try to enter the city veiled, hooded or suspiciously still draw the attention and intense regard. Off in the distance you can feel more than hear the subharmonics of the great pumps which feed water into the city.

To the west, across the expanse of the Sellen River, there is the stark reminder of the dangers which worry the guards even in the build-up to Mendev's greatest holiday. The land on the far side of the river is broken into sharp peaks and valleys. The sky in the distance shifts wildly from blistering heat to storms filled with lightning and more than a hint of abyssal energy. In this walled and tiered city there is safety - the Kite which houses Kenbres's wardstone rises high above the oldest section of the city - but the Worldwound and the demonic horde is never trully that far away.

Everyone who enters the city is thoroughly questioned about their reasons for entering. While no one specifically points it out, heavily armored and armed people are never far away.

Those of you who do not antagonize the guards and appear to be standard humanoids are able to get into the city without too much of a problem. Those who made a impression on either the guards or one of the nearby warriors would have been given directions to an inn in the heart of the Ring Section - the Defender's Heart. Feel free to ask any questions about the city either in character or on the discussion board.

The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
Your charcter would get a much more serious questioning on entering the city. It is up to you if that is where you want to start.

Konstantin Argentaev:
As you are being questioned by the guards, you would have noticed a tall woman. At first she only stood out because while most of the non-merchants have heavy armor, she wears only simple grey-blue leathers yet carries herself like a warrior.

The fact that she stops, turns and watches your interaction with the gate guards is more suspicious. She is middle-aged, her gray-silver hair cut short, and those who were being kind would describe her as handsome.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
Birthday rolls!
1d12 ⇒ 7 1d30 ⇒ 19
Konstantin talks his way smoothly past the guards (take 10 on a Diplomacy for 15), and answers as honestly as he is able. He is looking for work, after all, and he is something of an adventurer. He doesn't mention his actual goals, as the winter b#!~+es could have their agents out this far, but as he is not suspiciously still or ominously hooded and is in fact completely unarmed, this should suffice.

He walks purposefully in the direction of the inn, passing by the gray-haired woman. "Where I am from," he says as he passes, "such staring is prelude to fighting or love. I wish neither from you, but after a few drinks, you might convince me for either or both."


Míril Celegeth:
For the first time since Míril came to the city, the entire Order is scheduled to be in Kenabres. Striegher is optimistic that he'll be able to match you to a group that will be going to an area where your skills will be needed. But that won't happen until after Armasse, and he suggests that you enjoy the festive air of the city.

"Carefully." He adds, "And if you notice something hinky, make sure you let us know."

Finally, almost an afterthought, he reminds you that the entire Order is expected to attend Prelate Hulrun's opening ceremony in Clydwell Plaza on the morning of the 16th.

Although Míril has been in Kenabres for a while, since it her Order was testing her to see which group she'd work with the best, they would have rented her a small but clean room in the Defender's Heart - which is their common practice when they have small numbers of the Order in Kenabres.


Konstantin Argentaev and Sense Motive DC 15:
Although everything about the lower spoiler is true, the guards don't actually truly relax around until a gray-haired, one-armed guard that is partially hidden in the guardhouse give a little nod.
Konstantin Argentaev:
The guards quickly start to smile and tell Konstantin about some of the best places to meet people who have fought against demons. High on the list is Kimroth Otai who is most easily found behind the Defender's Heart bar.

The edges of the woman's lips quirk up, almost in a smile. Closer, her irises are so light a blue as to be almost colorless. She shakes her head, "You're right, neither of those outcomes seems right."

"After a few drinks, we can probably figure out a third option." She motions her chin towards the guards (who have already moved on to other people attempting to enter the old city), "Are you going to follow their suggestion and stay at the Heart?" Despite the fact that she should have been too far away to hear the guards advice.

Just hint of concern or thought creates a crease on the woman's forehead as she falls into step next to Konstantin.


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
Drea's heart sinks a bit as she sees the careful interrogation each prospective entrant is subjected to, and the wary glances already being thrown at her, now only a few places in line back from the gate. The cloak, with its deep hood that shadows her face, is ...

Disguise Check 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2

... only drawing more attention to her, even less of an adequate disguise here than it usually is. The odd lumps formed under it by horns, tail, and especially wings are not well concealed. Even when she can keep the wings from twitching, at best it still looks like she's bizarrely chosen to wear a backpack under her clothing.

Well, what did you expect, idiot? she thinks to herself. That one can simply ... walk into Kenabres? And then perhaps join the ranks of the crusaders, become comrade-in-arms with the heroes of Mendev, and battle against evil all without anyone ever noticing anything odd? This is just the first test of many. Don't fail it.

Taking a deep breath, she steps forward towards the suspicious guards.

"Hello," she says in her friendliest tone. "I imagine you're wondering about the cloak."

Diplomacy Check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"I have not made a decision in that regard," he says, "and would be unlikely to share that with one who has not yet shared her name. Seems a good enough place for a drink before the celebrations commence."


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

GM:
chavamana wrote:
"Carefully." He adds, "And if you notice something hinky, make sure you let us know."

"Of course," Míril smiles. "Are you expecting anything hinky in particular, or is this just normal Worldwound hinkiness watchfulness?"


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
Chancre's first move when he gets to town will be to seek god. That is, to survey the taverns and public houses of Kenabres and pick the one that has the right feel.


Male Human Far Strike Qinggong Monk 9 + Mythic Tier 2

Miril:
Quote:
3) She's not too trusting. She doesn't speak much of her past, and when she does speak of it she seems to have a bit of a multiple-choice past.

Do you want to get an idea of what Miril would have told Roshan about herself?

Pre-campaign
Miril may have first spotted the man in the travel worn cloak when her caravan(?) first came into Kanebras. He, among others, was helping to offload some cargo for market. She probably would not have noticed him at all, except for the particularly nasty old scar partially showing across his throat.

She is probably somewhat surprised to spot him again as part of a performance featuring bards and acrobats entitled "Celestial Dragon plays among the Clouds", and seems to be an hosted by several of the local ale houses and eateries to hock their wares to a captive audience.
Profession TW Acrobat: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
He apparently acquitted himself fairly well.

After the performance Miril was very likely being her normal sociable self when she spotted him once more, sitting alone in a shadowed corner with a mug, a spoon and a small bowl of whitish soup.


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
Especially with as self-conscious as Drea is as she approaches the gate, she can tell that the heavy oddly shaped cloak is drawing attention both from the guards currently manning the gate and several other people in the city.

The guard Drea approaches responds to the friendly tone with polite head nod and cool but genial smile. "Those who choose to come to Kenabres whilst guarding themselves from view will always draw attention." His smile turns kind for just a moment, as if he has seen it all before and wants to ease the mind of a traveler. "All of us were raised on the stories of the Red Morning Massacre and none would want to be responsible for such a thing happening again."

"What brings you to Kenabres?"

The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace and Sense Motive DC 15:
About twenty feet back from the guards there is an older man, dressed in lighter armor who seems to be watching the interaction at the gate very carefully.

Konstantin Argentaev:
"In this city, I mostly go by Tear." A pause for a moment and her eyes narrow just the slightest, "For most people I'd say Kenabres's celebrations would be subdued, but your clothes say that you hail from somewhere almost as bleak."

Her movement easy as she keeps pace with Kon, "Unless you enjoy battle reenactments, of course. They always have a number of those on Armasse Day."

"It depends on what really brought you here. But Aramasse is a fortuitous time for meetings and starting new endeavors." Her smile is slight, almost half-mocking her own words.


Míril Celegeth:
Quote:
"Of course," Míril smiles. "Are you expecting anything hinky in particular, or is this just normal Worldwound hinkiness watchfulness?"

Striegher shakes his head, "Just the normal watchfulness that I expect of my people." A smile, "But enjoy yourself. In a week you'll be hard a work. Remembering good times and good people, it will help ground you against the vile and distrust which the demons want to sow."

Chancre Cailean:
There are a number of houses of worship, but smack dap in the middle of the Ring District there is a *huge* one that takes up the entire block on which it sits. Despite the heavy stone walls of the inn, the people within have smiles, and ...it just feels right.

As you enter the Defender's Heart, the man behind the bar inclines his head to you, motioning over an older woman who walks with a limp. That one of his arms ends abruptly below the shoulder seems neither hidden nor odd.


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
Take 10 on Sense Motive for 16

Drea nods. "I understand completely. And I have come to Kenabres with the intent of joining the cause against the threats coming out of the Worldwound."

She hesitates a moment, and then, sounding much less sure of herself, adds, "I had ... heard that there were those with the blood of fiends running in their veins who have lately been welcomed to the cause. Some, it was said, contributing much with their understanding of the fight and their natural defenses, however much their faces might resemble some of those those seen across a battlefield."

"I am happy to answer whatever questions or undergo whatever tests are necessary for your city's safety."


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
Chancre grins at the barman, and walks over to the older woman. "What's good here?" he asks, then laughs. "What do you recommend?"


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
"Bleak? Breathtaking in its stark beauty maybe, but not bleak. A cruel place that angrily demands a celebration be worth the name before embarking upon it. Battle re-enactments? Sure. Exotic food and drink? Please. There are probably a great many things that would be worth my attention, at least for an afternoon." He keeps walking, only watching his newfound companion out of the corner of his eye. Her coloring might mark her as Jadwiga, and that is all that gives him pause.

"And tell me, where do you come from, Tear?"


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
The nod of understanding is washed away by more than a bit of concern as Drea starts to talk about 'blood of fiends'. "Why don't you push back that hood then, girl."

"Might as well start as you intend to continue." He nods, "Start with your name, where you're from, and please do respect us enough to not lie." His voice is harsher, but not unwilling to listen.

Meanwhile, further back, the older man's eyes stay focused on Drea and the interaction with the gate guards.


Chancre Cailean:
She smiles at Chancre's laugh. "How about a hardy stew and some mead?" A pause, "And don't get too self-conscious about it. You've gotten one of the more nasty wounds from the demons, but I've seen worse."

A slightly mocking smile at her own limp, "And at least yours doesn't keep you from serving across the river."


Konstantin Argentaev:
Watching Tear out of the corner of his eyes, Kon sees her pale, almost colorless eyes narrow just a bit as her nostrils flare. A line on her forehead would indicate deep thought.

Her answer is quick though, seemingly unrelated to the lines of reason running through her mind. One of her hands motions to the west, over the river, "I was born in Sarkoris." She blinks twice quickly, the line on her brow smoothing as her mind catches up to the conversation. "A long while ago, obviously." She says with a small shake of her head.

"And you, Konstantin," she says his name slowly, carefully, with each syllable properly stressed, "What brings you from the land of ice to the edge of the demon-tainted lands?"


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
"I have no intention of lying," Drea says. In as unthreatening a manner as possible, she pushes back her hood.

(Eyes the color of smouldering cinders. Ivory horns nestled in bright red hair, and a mouth full of white fangs, needle sharp.)

"I came to these lands from Varisia, a town called Sandpoint. My name is گودھولی کے باہوں میں خواب کھو, although for the sake of ease and simplicity I am generally just called Drea."

Her tone remains calm, but it would not take someone especially skilled at sensing the motives of others to be aware that she is far from fearless about their potential reaction to what they are seeing.


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
The guard Drea is talking to goes a little ashen, and Drea notices that a fair number of other armored men who had been paying attention to the byplay have their hand on hilts, although no one has gone so far as to draw cold iron.

"Alright," the guard continues, his voice sounding a little dry, [b]"and what kind of role do you see yourself in supporting the crusade?" His tone cautious but not with the full born suspicion that could be there in others.

Meanwhile, the old man - who had continued to carefully watch Drea from afar - nods his head slightly.


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
"Well," Drea says, pulling her gaze away from the hands resting on undrawn weapons. "I have had training in hand-to-hand combat, at the Varisian monastery called the House of Blue Stones. A name which, er, probably means little if anything to you, but is considered to offer quite good training by the local standards."

"And I also ... believe I understand demons, more than most do. I am hoping that knowledge can be put to use in a good cause. In the cause of Good. How to do so, and whether it will be of use, is something I cannot know until I try."

"But I, I do wish to try."


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
"Iron for iron, steel for steel," he intones. Realizing he might have lost his audience, he continues, "Apologies. It's a saying from the poet Valentina Strakhova. It means that for a tool to become better, it must be tested against like. For a man, the same. This place will forge me into a creature worth this earth, or it will kill me. Joy awaits at either end."

He nods to himself, keeping pace through the city. "Where is Sarkoris? I've never heard of it."


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
Something must have happened to make the gate guard a bit more at ease, because he no longer seems quite as stiff. After a long moment, he motions for someone in the gate house and a boy of about ten brings out a heavy leather-bound book. The guard opens up the book, then very carefully asks for Drea to spell her full name. Next to that in quote marks he writes "Drea", then "Sandpoint" and "House of Blue Stones" even though neither the place nor the monastery seem to mean anything to him.

Above Drea's name she can see a long list of other names, other places. Next to each name there is an old maroon stain. The guard pulls out a dagger, the dull metal easily identified as cold iron. Seriously, but with a nod, "You came to Kenabres at a good time, Drea. All of the crusade groups look for new recruits and there is always one or two new groups that form at Armasse." He offers the knife, "I just need you to mark the book with some of your blood, please." Although phrased as a request his tone makes it clear that he does not consider this optional.


Konstantin Argentaev:
Tear smiles a little wistfully at Kon's explanation, "In Sarkoris our saying for that principle was 'By tooth or by scale.'"

She shakes her head, "Sarkosis was the land across the river before the rift to the abyss was opened. It was never an easy place, but there were a number of tribes that did great deal of good." Her smile is bitter, "And most of them died before the first crusade when they tried to keep the demons from rushing across the whole of Golarion." She shakes her head, clearly fighting down the bitterness, "It was a land of many gods with a strong druidic custom." She starts to say something else, then pauses, "And I'm doing a wonderful job creeping out a stranger with ancient history." Her smile is wry.

As the two of you go around a corner, the next block ahead is filled with a single large building. Above the door, 'Defender's Heart' is clearly marked.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
Tear wrote:
Tear smiles a little wistfully at Kon's explanation, "In Sarkoris our saying for that principle was 'By tooth or by scale.'"

"An interesting turn of phrase. You wouldn't happen to know its origin?" Konstantin sounds honestly intrigued.

Tear wrote:
She shakes her head, "Sarkosis was the land across the river before the rift to the abyss was opened. It was never an easy place, but there were a number of tribes that did great deal of good." Her smile is bitter, "And most of them died before the first crusade when they tried to keep the demons from rushing across the whole of Golarion." She shakes her head, clearly fighting down the bitterness, "It was a land of many gods with a strong druidic custom." She starts to say something else, then pauses, "And I'm doing a wonderful job creeping out a stranger with ancient history." Her smile is wry.

"Not at all. If you bored me, I would have already made my excuses, and if you frightened me, we would already be fighting. I am no student of history, but that is not due to a lack of interest. It seems that the fate of Sarkoris is extremely relevant to the current situation."

GM wrote:
As the two of you go around a corner, the next block ahead is filled with a single large building. Above the door, 'Defender's Heart' is clearly marked.

Konstantin heads inside.


Konstaintin:
Quote:
"An interesting turn of phrase. You wouldn't happen to know its origin?" Konstantin sounds honestly intrigued.

"It came from the druidic traditions. A man can only truly rely on the weapons and armor that he can create himself, from himself." Tear smiles, although it has an edge, "Dragons were more common in the old days, too."

Quote:
Konstantin heads inside.

Tear moves in alongside, as she passes through the doorway, her body glimmers just for a moment. Two men, dressed in armor and wearing swords, stand as they see the shine, only to relax when they see the woman herself. One touches a hand his forehead, the other just nods before seating back down.

Behind the bar a one-armed man smiles in greeting, "What can I get you both?"

Tear motions for Kon to choose, "First round is on me, at the very least. Sarkoris's fate will go over much better with some type of alchol."


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
Drea blinks in slight surprise at the change in tone, then nods.

"Then I shall see what group will have me."

She accepts the knife and makes a shallow cut on her finger, then reaches forward to mark the book.

Which I sincerely hope will not cause the book to burst into flames, Drea thinks, As that would be rather awkward at this point.

As it will be if I prove unable to walk into the city at all. So let us hope that good and honest intent is sufficient.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
Konstantin turns to the bartender. "There has to be some form of spirits your home is known for. We'll start with one, with an option for many more."

To Tear he says, "Drinks are on the way. Enlighten me."


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

GM:

chavamana wrote:
Striegher shakes his head, "Just the normal watchfulness that I expect of my people." A smile, "But enjoy yourself. In a week you'll be hard a work. Remembering good times and good people, it will help ground you against the vile and distrust which the demons want to sow."

Míril gives a polite bow. "As you say, Commander." She stands straight and attentive. "I'll keep watchful out there."

As she takes her leave, she can't help but try and remember when she was actually ordered to party. She comes up empty. Well, it's not like Commander Striegher used those exact words, "go party". But the basic thought holds.

Míril steps onto the streets of Kenabres, wondering just what the city has in store for her today.


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
"Mead and stew sounds good," Chancre says. "Do people talk about that sort of thing? I mean ... it's a fact of life here, right? Other places, the injured don't like to talk. Except to brag."


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
The book does not react in any noticeable way to Drea's blood (beyond the standard expected absorption). Once everyone sees her put a blood mark next to her name, more of the tension eases from the area, hand moving away from weapons even as the guard motion for the next person in line to move up.

Although she is half expecting it, there is no repulsion as Drea sets foot in the city proper, even moving south and more westerly (towards the tall Kite which is rumored to hold Kenabres's wardstone) doesn't create any friction. There is a heaviness to the city, but more a severe grounding than a chain.

If Drea left her hood down, she quickly notices a number of cold looks, although no outright hostility.


Konstantin Argentaev:
The bartender considers Kon for a moment. Then he pulls out a tall bottle with a clear liquor inside. He pours two substantial shots into heavy glass. "Mendev is known more for its Jägermeister or Underberg, but I know Tear has a liking for Himbeergeist and the flavors in the other two would overpower it."

He puts down a heavy green bottle, about a quarter full, "For after the Himbeergeist."

Tear takes one of the glasses and moves off to a table near the wall that Kon is almost positive was occupied when they first walked in. Tear takes a careful drink of the liquid before she starts talking. "From what little survived the opening of the Worldwound, Sarkorsis's true downfall was in the distrust between the druidic traditions and the more arcane studies."

The Himbeergeist tastes just enough of raspberries to mask the true kick of the alcohol. But it is most definitely there.


Míril Celegeth:
On her way out of the building, Miril passes by a pair of men. She recognizes them both, although she has only been introduced to one. Sosiel Vaenic, a dark skinned man with a bright and ready smile, has been a member of the Order for a few years. For the first time since Miril met him a few weeks ago, Sorsiel is wearing armor - proudly emblazoned with his patron deity Shelyn.

"I'm glad I caught you before I headed out," Sorsiel says, "I need to go down to Nerosyan and I probably won't see you again before you get assigned to a group."

He holds out a hand, "Be safe and remember to put something beautiful into the world." A pause and his perfect, white-capped smile, "Especially when you are surrounded by ruin and destruction."

While Sosiel talks to you, the other man fades into the shadow, seemingly part of the wall. Which is consist with the few other times Miril has seen him (which is never far from Sosiel).


Chancre:
The woman's smile only has a hint of bitterness. "Most places injury is accident or because you're an adventurer. Here everyone is in the injured category, your bad luck just hasn't caught up to you yet."

As the woman goes through a door (the sounds of pots and other kitchen-y sounds from beyond), the bartender pours a mead and brings it over, "Don't mind Wendty. She just missed out on a regen that would have put her back at the front lines."

He puts the drink down, "She knows she's helping out the effort on this side of the river, but she..." he shrugs. "But you're new here, right? Not just so changed that I'm not recognizing one of my regulars?" He says this last a joke.

A joke that might be true, but probably isn't.


Roshan:
For Roshan it is just another day in Kenabres. Busking to make enough change to share between yourself and the current group of musicians that came in on the caravan just south of the city. However, as you are passing by some of the trade shops, you hear raised voices. "I know nothing is missing." A man's voice, upset and loud but not really abusive. "But I know how the storage room and my office are left every evening and things were moved."

One of the armored men near the richly dressed man cuts in, "I did a recon of the building, sir, and none of the doors or windows were forced..."

The richly dressed man cuts off his guard without the least problem, "Which means the spy either had a key or was just that good. I do not care which. Double the night guard."

A pause, "And if there is another break-in, inform them they will be looking for new employment."


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
After a bit of consideration, Drea decides to leave her hood down, at least for the moment.

Cold looks I can handle. It would be rather silly to travel across the continent to join the struggle against the demonic horde only to be put off by cold looks. And if I'm to be here, I will be seen at some point. Perhaps best not to put it off.

She does not, however, yet go quite so far as to stretch her wings, although she would very much like to.

All right. Let's take stock, shall we? I am entirely penniless, having spent my last few silvers on board games for reasons that escape me at the moment but will no doubt make sense at some later time. I have food and water to last me some time, at least, but will need to figure out how on earth I am to secure lodgings in a crowded city at festival time unless I want to sleep on the streets. Which is certainly an option, but ... may not be the best one, for a number of reasons.

I could try to earn a bit of coin. Unfortunately, a monastic education has left my marketable skills likely limited to acrobatic performance and wrestling. The novelty of a demon doing tumbling tricks in the street might be offset by the hostility towards a demon doing tumbling tricks in the street. And while there may be those here who might like to see a succubus wrestle, for at least two reasons I could think of, they may very well be less enthusiastic if the succubus wins, in both cases. I should probably get more of a feel for this place before I attempt either tumbling or grappling.

I could join a crusading group immediately, which seems a good option, except that I do not know if anyone is recruiting quite yet, where they would do so, how easy it will be for one such as me to join, and what if any provisions they make for their members.

So ... it would seem that my first order of business is seeking out more information, and then figuring out my next step from there. Whether it eventually leads to a room, or to the least uncomfortable doorway I can find.

She walks onward into the city.


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
Chancre nods. "My hope springs eternal every morning, but I'm not exactly new. New in town, though."

"So the bad luck thing -- is that personal, or do a lot of people feel the same way? Or is that another aspect of living here?"

Chancre runs his hand through his hair. "Sorry, not usually so many questions at first. Think some food and drink'll keep the mouth busy."


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

GM:

Míril takes Sorsiel's hand in hers. "I'll make sure to do so," she says brightly. "Take care out there."

While she talks with Sorsiel, she tries to make note of how his companion managed his feat of disappearance. From a purely professional interest, of course. Not envy of the skill.

"May Shelyn guard your steps," she adds solemnly.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
Konstantin raises his glass to both Tear and the bartender. "Для вашего здоровья."

Hallit: "To your health."

He settles back as Tear starts talking. "Go on."


Male Human Far Strike Qinggong Monk 9 + Mythic Tier 2

GM:
Quote:

For Roshan it is just another day in Kenabres. Busking to make enough change to share between yourself and the current group of musicians that came in on the caravan just south of the city. However, as you are passing by some of the trade shops, you hear raised voices. "I know nothing is missing." A man's voice, upset and loud but not really abusive. "But I know how the storage room and my office are left every evening and things were moved."

One of the armored men near the richly dressed man cuts in, "I did a recon of the building, sir, and none of the doors or windows were forced..."

The richly dressed man cuts off his guard without the least problem, "Which means the spy either had a key or was just that good. I do notcare which. Double the night guard."

A pause, "And if there is another break-in, inform them they will be looking for new employment."

He does not bother stopping, other than to memorize the faces of the man and his guard(s). He will, however, find a location he would like to use to hole up just after dark to see if anything does indeed take place...preferably in a direction he would think a rogue might try to make his getaway.


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
The cold looks continue but don't grow any more hostile deeper in the city. However, merchants that seem to be keen on harking their merchandise, seem to get distracted by something important in their stalls as Drea passes, only to be back at it when her back is to them.

Moving through the city is also easier than she expected for such a large city as a private bubble of space forms around her in the crowd. After about a half-an-hour of walking through the city, however, Drea notices a silver-haired elf that is decidedly studying Drea. His fingers drum on his forearm as his eyes narrow in concentration, considering the tiefling in the crowd.


Chancre:
"Eh," the bartender says, "Wendt isn't the only one with that particular brand of pessimism, but it isn't what I'd call common."

"I'm Kimroth." He says offering a hand, although he almost looks like he is going to withdraw that offer when Chancre runs his own hand through the far from pristine locks. He doesn't though.

"And besides being new to Kenabres, you are?"


Míril Celegeth:
"And may your path keep in the light of her creations." Sorsiel replies in parting. As he continues deeper into the building, the other man falls into step to his right and just a tad behind, making Miril briefly wonder if his disappearing act has more to do with making sure that there is someone brighter to draw attention.

Outside the city of Kenabres is just a tad brighter than it has been for the few weeks prior. It seems that people are smiling just a bit easier and the happy expressions linger a bit longer.

Is there anything in particular that Miril would be hoping to do or find?


Konstantin Argentaev:
The bartender considers the toast for a moment before pouring himself the smallest of shots and drinking to it. Tear takes a hardier drink from her own glass.

Tear takes another long sip of her drink, "There was very little centralized organization on the Sarkora Plains, just the Circle of Hierophants. The tribes that thrived were the ones that had patrons, most in the form of druids. Many that had clerics of the lesser known gods or empyreals. And others found other protectors, which they then venerated as gods."

Tear shakes her head, "Looking back, I can see the irony of a people who were so ready to see gods in magic so fearing the magic of mortal wizards, but ..."

"High in the cairns, the humans found Threshold, long abandoned by the frost giants who built it." Her eyes are distant as she talks, "And it was there that the most powerful," a bitter smile, "the most dangerous arcane theorists and spellcasters where sent." The look in her eyes grows both hard and sad in the same moment, "Imprisoned." Removing any illusion from the crueler truth.

"Don't get me wrong, some of the people locked up there were truly scary." She thinks for a few minutes, pulling names and memory from the depths of her mind. Taking a few more sips of the raspberry liquor as she does. "The one that come most clearly to mind is was Wivver Noclan. His experiments in 'clarifying' the nature of his family's god killed every living member of the clan he was born to before they locked him in Threshold."


Roshan:
Roshan is able to mark both the rich man and his guards in his memories. And find the niche where he can ponder out the night.

Should there be a thief.


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
She returns the elf's gaze, her eyebrows raised in a silent question.


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
The elf, who is standing near the edge of the current road which Drea is walking down, considers the tiefling for a moment more, then motions for her to come closer.

Assuming she does, in a quiet voice, "Your facial structure would indicate that you have abyssal heritage. Would you happen to be able to confirm my hypothesis? And if so do you know how far back in your genealogy the genetic traits extend?"


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
"I'm afraid I do not actually know my parentage," Drea responds politely. "But I believe that an abyssal heritage is indeed fairly obvious from my appearance."


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

GM:

Not one to miss out on a bright and cheery day, Míril gets herself swept up in the crowd.

chavamana wrote:
Is there anything in particular that Miril would be hoping to do or find?

Nothing real specific. But with the order to enjoy herself I think she'll be on the lookout for entertainment. Especially any new entertainer groups that may have wandered into town. Failing that, looking for a group that she's seen before and knows to be good. (Perhaps the one Roshan is with?)


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
Chancre shakes Kimroth's hand. "Chancre Cailean," he says. "Itinerant. I'm here to people watch."

"Anything interesting going on soon, or is it always kinda like this?"

Chancre drinks what there is to drink, eats what there is to eat. Looks around the room.


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
"Hmm" the elf ponders. "That might be too distant... but..."

A polite, if slightly cold smile, "I don't suppose you'd be interested in a temporary research position?"


Míril Celegeth/Roshan Suraj von Itzal:
Miril definitely notices more performing groups visiting Kenabres than she thinks would be standard (at least based on her time in the city). And in one comfortably sized square, she does find Roshan performing acrobatics in time to the music of a group of brightly colored Varisians.

And after the performance, when the excitement has died down, Miril spots the taciturn acrobat sitting alone in a shadowed corner with a mug, a spoon and a small bowl of whitish soup.


Chancre Cailean:
"Cailean?" Kimroth questions with a raised eyebrow. "Did your family taken the name before or after Cayden passed his drunken bet?"

Quote:
"Anything interesting going on soon, or is it always kinda like this?"

"City's busier, what with Armasse coming up in a few days." A pause, "If you aren't here for that, you'd probably want to stick around for that. Normally crusaders find new recruits and new groups who want to help stem the tide to the west start up around then."

Konstantin Argentaev:
Tear drops into silence for a long moment, regarding the lower level of liquid in her cup, "And the rift to the abyss opened up right at Threshold. Demons poured through and generally f$$!ed the area."

She finishes what is in her cup. Regards the empty cup, then Kon, then the empty cup. At least twice she starts to say something, then stops.

Finally she pours some of the dark liquid that the bartender left on the table, "I have a question for you Konstantin..." she smiles a little ruefully, "But frankly I'm a crazy old lady who shanghaied you when you walked into the city, so I don't actually expect you to answer any questions of mine."

"And I won't be offended if you don't answer." She adds, before sipping at the new liquid.

"Do you know your lineage?" A pause when she realizes how that sounds, "No, I mean were you raised by your parents and grandparents, or were you a foundling that was left for someone else to raise?" By the end of this she seems to be talking at her cup.


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
"I ... think I would like to know the answers to certain questions before I make any decisions," Drea says carefully. "Such as, for example, who are you, what is your interest in these matters, what is the purpose of the research, and what would it entail?"

And Sense Motive on his answers if he gives any, why not. Take 10 for a total of 16 if I can, otherwise whatever this roll ends up being: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
Konstantin smiles over his drink. "That is not a question one asks without having an answer in mind. Tell me, did you linger by the gates on some quest for a Chosen One? Those types are always turning up in snowbanks or floating down rivers on a raft of reeds or raised by suckling wolves. And you see an Irrisani man with prematurely white hair and you think I am your savior?" He downs the rest of it with a rueful smirk. "Tell me. Am I close?"


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
"Well after," Chancre says. "Armasse, eh? I will stick around for that. What is it?"


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

GM/Roshan Suraj von Itzal:

Míril makes her way over to where Roshan is sitting.

"Lovely performance," she says, her body language asking if he'd mind her joining him at the table.


Male Human Far Strike Qinggong Monk 9 + Mythic Tier 2

GM/Miril:
Miril wrote:


Míril makes her way over to where Roshan is sitting.
"Lovely performance," she says, her body language asking if he'd mind her joining him at the table.

Roshan looks up with the same startled expression Miril has seen many a time. Surprised not that someone is there, but that she is talking to him. He smiles with instant recognition, presses his lips together with a nod and pats the table lightly as an acceptance and encouragement. Then points at her and makes a scooping motion with his hand as if using a spoon. His head cocked is slightly, eyebrow arched in a questioning expression.


The Dreamer Lost in Twilight:
"My name is Aravashnial and I am a renowned wizard and researcher." A confident (mayhap too confident) grin.

"It is my goal, nay, purpose, to provide the crusades better means at thwarting the abyssal menace."

"As for your role, I have recently come across an old codex. Or perhaps old wives tales, I'm more inclined to believe old wives tales, about different substances where are supposed to hinder the demon."

He looks unimpressed, "I frankly can not see how things like lemon juice would have any effect on an soul transformed by the abyss, but I have some colleagues that wish to give credence to this ridiculousness."

He hurries on, as if he was expecting Drea to interrupt him with an objection, an objection which he apparently has already thought of, "And, of course, you are not a full demon, which means any negative provided by a test performed on one such as yourself would not indicated a definite negative on a demon, but at least at a preliminary stage it would indicate that my hypothesis of old wives tales is more accurate."

"Would you not agree?" One light eyebrow arched.


Konstantin Argentaev:
Tear chuckles a little as she closes her eyes and takes a sip of the bitter spirits. For just a moment Kon caught a flash of sadness in the pale eyes. "Oh, right on the mark," she says, "And not even on the right playing field."

"I seek no savoir. They do not exist amid the race of men." She puts down her glass, the liquid moving sluggishly within. "But for a moment..." her voice trails off.

"And it was your eyes, not your hair which gave me hope that you might be related to the one I'm looking for." She says, only a touch of a bitter smile twisting her lips.


Chancre Cailean:
"Once upon a once-ness, Armasse a to,e when commoners were trained in combat and military history was educated to all." He smiles, "It was an important date in that ancient religion following Aroden, because it gave a chance for humanity to improve itself, and in her wisdom, Iomeadae keep the holiday as a new beginning while remembering both the mistakes and successes of the years before."


Female Demonspawn Monk (Tetori/Qinggong/Hungry Ghost Monk) 5

GM:
"I can certainly see how tests upon me might prove useful," Drea says.

Have I ... just been offered a minor role in some kind of genocidal weapons development program which may contain a longshot chance of a solution to a personal dilemma? Drea thinks. For goodness sake, I expected to be faced with both temptation and problematic decisions, but not in my first HALF HOUR IN TOWN.

All right, calm down. You do not have all the facts yet, and it is entirely possible you are misjudging the situation.

"I hope you understand, though, that I have certain qualms about the idea of tests of potentially inimical substances upon me," Drea continues. "I would find a grave difference between, for example, a test of a substance reputed to frighten away demons, and one reputed to dissolve their viscera, however unlikely to work either one was judged to be. Would it be possible for me to take a look at this Codex before I decide? What language is it in?"

"I think it's important to have all the facts at hand before coming to a conclusion. I hope you agree."

Take 10 on Diplomacy for 17


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

gm:
"I can see why that would be a big thing here. I wouldn't miss it now that I know it exists. "


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
Konstantin blows on his drink, bringing frost to the surface before downing another sip. He watches Tear keenly. "And what mysterious relation do you seek?" He is equally ready for her to name the dragon or the snow witch, an exchange of ideas for the first and a fight for the second.


The Dreamer Lost In Twilight's Embrace:
Quote:
"I can certainly see how tests upon me might prove useful," Drea says.

Aravashnial nod, the smug smile of pride growing a bit.

Quote:
"I hope you understand, though, that I have certain qualms about the idea of tests of potentially inimical substances upon me," Drea continues.

At this point Aravashnial cuts off Drea's concerns. "Oh, I understand. And since you are walking about the city, it means that you were tested at the gate and have no affiliation with the actual abyssal hordes," Something in Aravashinal's words seem just a tad off, but Drea can't put her finger on it, "and I would never allow one of my experimental subjects to get hurt."

"In fact if you were to show any reaction to any of the reagents, the testing would immediately cease as my current hypothesis has more to do with disproving the use of such folksy remedies than in thinking they will be useful in the fight against evil."

"If you were to show a reaction, I'd need an entirely different protocol."

Quote:
"I would find a grave difference between, for example, a test of a substance reputed to frighten away demons, and one reputed to dissolve their viscera, however unlikely to work either one was judged to be."
At this he gets quiet, studying you.
Quote:
"Would it be possible for me to take a look at this Codex before I decide? What language is it in?"

"No."

Quote:
"I think it's important to have all the facts at hand before coming to a conclusion. I hope you agree."

"Yes. I do believe you are right."

Too casually, "Did you enter through the north or south gate?"


Chancre Cailean:
The one-armed bartender smiles. "If you can swing getting into the old city, you should try to make it to the Kite for the Prelate's opening ceremonies."

He motions for Wendt to bring over another mug, noticing that Chancre's has run dry. "You'll see the best street shows up there once the Prelate has given his take on the year."


Konstantin Argentaev:
Tear looks up from the surface of her drink, a melancholy smile, "I'm looking for my son." Before Kon would be able to respond, "Which you could not be. For one he'd be a great deal older than a kitling like yourself."

"But I could see that git leaving his offspring for someone else to raise on the grounds it would be safer." Yes, a touch of anger, but well over-whelmed by both sadness and love.


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

GM/Roshan Suraj von Itzal:

Roshan Suraj von Itzal wrote:
Roshan looks up with the same startled expression Miril has seen many a time. Surprised not that someone is there, but that she is talking to him. He smiles with instant recognition, presses his lips together with a nod and pats the table lightly as an acceptance and encouragement. Then points at her and makes a scooping motion with his hand as if using a spoon. His head cocked is slightly, eyebrow arched in a questioning expression.

Míril takes a seat next to Roshan. "No, thank you. I've already eaten."

"Is it just me, she continues, "or is the city brighter and more cheerful than normal? I'm not complaining, but it's just a little strange to see so many smiles this close to the Worldwound."

She takes in a deep breath, enjoying the breeze.

"Perhaps it's all due to your excellent acrobatics?" she asks with an impish teasing grin.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

GM:
"Ah," says Konstantin, trying to hide his disappointment. "I am sorry, then. I know both my parents, or knew if you prefer, and I could trace my lineage back quite easily for several hundred years. You know we Irrisani are nuts for family trees and such. Useful in our little mountain communities -- it insures that we aren't sowing our oats too close to the roots, if you take my meaning. I'm afraid I can offer you only the vague wish of good luck on your quest and sincere hopes that you find your son, grandchild, or any other relatives fortune places in your path."


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
Chancre nods, acknowledging that his mug seems to have sprung a terrible leak.

"Hard to get into the old city? Do you need to be" air quotes "the right sort to get in?"

"Or more sort of an everybody-wants-to-get-in-not-enough-space kinda thing? Because that sounds like somewhere I want to be."

1 to 50 of 4,515 << first < prev | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | next > last >>
Community / Forums / Online Campaigns / Play-by-Post / The Darkest Skies Still Gleam with Silver Linings All Messageboards

Want to post a reply? Sign in.