The Realm of Dreams
Xeno sighs, "I don't know. I was only this night informed. Avoid any who you do not already know or are not Purple Dragons. Bane be with..."
The spell ends.
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The Year of the Prince 1357 DR - 26th day of Flamerule -
Trumpets blare in the wee hours of the morning. Many, many trumpets. Enough so that it can only mean one thing, the rumors are true, Cormyr has begun annexing this city!
The question becomes, will the city resist and if so, how will the Purple Dragons respond?
Pox replies to the impatient dragonkin. "Or perhaps the priest simply did not care. Or did not want us to know whom he wanted his god to be with. After all, it may not have been with us."
Pox had volunteered to sleep with the caravan that night, and had already stored his goods in the quartermaster's wagon. He awakened to the sound of the trumpets. He presumed that likely they would want to try to escape before the city was seized--although he also knew not to presume what his erratic traveling companions might decide to do. He sent a runner to Vorik to let him know he could get the wagons ready to move shortly if he wanted.
While circling around to doubly be sure the wagons were ready, he looked out into the city, as trumpets blared and shouts began to grow louder. The silhouette of the city rose against the pre-dawn sky. How lovely would it be with some of the buildings in flames.
Kyorruel stared out the window of the room he was staying in and sighed in disappointment. He felt his fingers twitching and longed to be outside, in the panic and confusion from an invading army arriving he could make himself quite a bit of profit.
But alas, his mundane disguise was not advanced enough that he would risk unnecessary scrutiny and his magical disguise was simply too limited to be be of use for more than a short period.
Alas, maybe next time. Best go find my 'companions' before those sanctimonious purple knight bastards start doing their thing.
He returns to the common room intending to find some of his companions.
As soon as Dorn had awoken he had discreetly made his way back to his wagon with Rook. Even if the settlement went wild then it would be best to have his guards and property at hand. If things went a more peaceful route, the more likely event in his mind, then having his fellow merchants around could prove useful. If anything the caravan was a good gathering point.
"I suggest we fly the colors of Cormyr on our wagons as quickly as possible. Also, find some handkerchiefs and tie them around your neck or arm. Now is the time to look patriotic. They may let us through with with minimal delay."
Ja'far morning prayers are interrupted by the thunderous blow of trumpets.
he makes his way to a window, peering behind the curtain. "S+!+, the city is besieged.".
pacing around his room, he places his hand on his sword. There might not be an easy way out of this city. Exiting his room, he hops over the railing. hovering down onto the common room floor.
Suni comes down the stairs, his exotic armor donned and a pair of daggers... Or at least the handles at his sides.
He lifts his crossbow and looks to the others. War horns, we must protect ourselves! Ah.. Cormyr is the one with the powerful battle mages right? Or is that a different country? he makes his way to the counter and looks for the bartender.
Where are you, you- he swears in his home language several times We are under attack! Prepare buckets of water to douse fires, Start building baracades, we'll be locked in here for days, and since this is a place that holds food, we want to keep looters from raiding this tavern.
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The Tyrants split into two groups, the first heads to the caravan hopeful that the invading force utilizes little to no force, the other still within the walls of the Inn to avoid this army or barricade themselves for a seige!
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The Inkeep shakes his head at Suni, [b]"Right, ten of us will repel an invasion by the Purple Dragons. Have a drink and sit down traveler. These aren't Zhents, they'll spare us so long as we don't resist.
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The caravan is still set outside of the Inn ready for business as if this were a market day. The Houses of Waterdeep are before all else Merchants to be sure.
In the light of Dawn you can see them marching into Tilverton. There are hundreds perhaps even over a thousand. At least one hundred are mounted, lances held high in the air. The standard of the Purple Dragons resplendent in the light. At the head of the army rides a man with a long beard, still full of color though perhaps greying were you to be closer to him.
Perhaps he is a great warrior or a fool for if this is indeed King Azoun IV and Tilverton seeks to repel the invaders, why ride in at the head of the army where a stray arrow from an assassin could slay you?
Before the entourage even arrives within the inner city limits a delegation with white flags rides out to meet with them. These men appear to be advisors as none are armored.
The army stops and parlay begins a parlay that appears will end in surrender.
Suni snorts, shaking his head. It's not the purple dragons, but the looters, you fools... Useless... Fine if you wish to be ransacked, I'll be sure to laugh as the looters take all you own.
The merchant storms out if the tavern, making his way to the caravan, where he knew there at least was some sensible people. When he makes his way to them he does his best to work with them all in getting ready to leave... Then watches the proceedings with caution.
Pox neither cares about Cormyrian politics nor to whom Tilverton belongs. All he wants is to survive this bizarre adventure he has been conscripted into intact. And yet at the same time, he feels a pang of disappointment that the opportunity for destruction seems to be delayed.
He awaits orders from Vorik and/or the merchant leaders of the caravan for what to do next. He has tried to ensure the wagons are in the best condition possible for departure.
Mawj makes certain that his horse and his clothes are sporting as much purple as possible. "I'm guessing the aldermen will negotiate a peaceful surrender, in exchange for no looting or violence from the soldiers and no seizure of property. The King appoints a new Mayor, the city guard is replaced by a garrison, and lines on a map change. If they are smart, they will just change flags and continue business-as-usual."
Mawj has no other preparations.
Vorik rises shortly before dawn to a light knock on his door. Opening it, he ushers the young girl bearing a tray inside. Motioning her to the table, she uncovers the tray, revealing a delicious, hearty breakfast. He tips her several silver, and goes about making a cup of tea as she leaves.
As he sits down to enjoy his meal, he hears the trumpets announcing what he assumes must be the Purple Dragons. Finishing eating, he dresses, donning both arms and armors, and heads downstairs in time to overhear Suni's odd tirade.
Going over to the inn keeper, he offers the man a few more silver "I'm sorry about my companion, he's a little not right in the head."
He then heads outside himself, and makes his way to the caravan, catching the last of what Mawj said.
"Mawj, Dorn, Ja'far, I want you come with me to go and meet with one of the Purple Dragon commanders. We're supposed to ingratiate ourselves, so they don't hamper our travel. Dorn, you'll be my second, while Mawj and Ja'Far will continue to act as guards. Any ideas on how we can convince them to let us be on our way with little to no fuss?"
Dorm shook his head before Vorik finished.
"Your forgetting our positions. The waterdeep merchants will talk with the commanders soon enough as a group. Cormyr and Waterdeep are allies, they are no threat to us. When that time comes we take it. We don't need to act strangely. To get out of this."
No employer let's a temporary employee take the lead much less speak for them. The purple dragons would dig at that, his cover would stand. It was his life after all. No one else's would, they didn't need that gamble.
Once Kyorruel is done with his breakfast he slips his hood on and exits the inn heading back to where the caravan was left. He arrives in time to hear the interplay between Dorn and Vorik but decides not to comment one way or another.
Ja'far joins Vorik's side, continuing to play his role as a mostly silent southern guide and bodyguard.
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As Dorn and Vorik discuss whether to stay or go, the Parley ends and the Army of the Purple Dragons processes into the city.
Soon enough a mounted Knight approaches the caravan, "Well met. I assume that your group are not residents yes? Tell me where you hail from".
"I am Dorn Xizurth out of Waterdeep. Just passing through with a caravan. Perhaps you would be interested in some of my merchandise, I'll give you a good deal or maybe your commander if they want to treat the men. I've got a good deal of prime drink."
Suni smiles at the knight, I dare from the far East, far beyond the plane of horses, where I bring exotic spices to the farthest reaches of the west in hopes of profit from the rich regality of Waterdeep he says, I am traveling with this caravan in hopes that if we encounter Trouble I'd at least be able to defend my wares from the likes of bandits or monsters... he slicks his blonde hair back, grinning stupidly the entire time.
Nothing he said was a lie, he did infact intend to sell spices in waterdeep. Although he didn't really care who he sold them to, so long as he swiped their wallets while they wheren't looking..
The rest of his motives he just decided to omit from telling.
Kyorruel arrives back at the caravan in time to overhear the conversation taking place with his companions and the knight.
He stays in the background as he listens to the conversation between the two groups.
"I too am from Waterdeep, we arrived in town a little late last night, so we got rooms for the evening. We're currently preparing to head out shortly."
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The Knight nods, "This is now Cormyrean territory, ceded to his Majesty King Azoun the IV just this morning.
Cormyr has its own tariffs placed upon travelers. However, such tariffs will be waived until the city is fully assimilated into the Kingdom.
Prime drink and exotic wares certainly sound appealing and I am sure would to many of my men. I shall inform them that your caravan hails from a reputable locale. Some if not all may ask for your Waterdhavian writ before they buy to ensure the quality of the goods they buy.
To where will the caravan journey next citizen?"
Other Merchants from your caravan are clearly listening in but not moving towards the conversation to insert themselves in just yet.
Dorn gave a slight nod to the knight.
"All my paperwork is in order, were it otherwise then that would be a crime against the lords in Waterdeep. I would never dream of such foolishness. Now as to the quality of my drink, that is a matter of taste. But I do try to have something for everyone, as a favored drink is far more welcome. Now give me a moment."
He goes off into the wagon, returning moments later with a pair of mugs.
"Now here I have a little taste of home for you I think. A bit of Suzale otherwise known as Purple Dragon Ale, no easy task getting that in Waterdeep. As for this one, Golden Sands Brew. Calishite beer, well enough on it's own but it's true worth is as a base. Toss in what you fancy and with a bit of time find a new taste in it. Try a bit of each to verify my wares, let their quality go undoubted."
He offers the knight whichever mug he prefers. The truth was his wares were good and of Waterdeep. Getting this one to testify to that would go far in having his fellows come to clean him out.
Here!
Here I am. Haven’t done my profile yet but I will.
Dot ........
I will use the images of my sheets you sent me
am i in?
am i in?
If you have to ask...
A little confused by the other stuff above this, but I'll try to keep up.
Testing dice roll.
dice=Perception]1d20 + 11
[dice=Perception]1d20 + 3
Ledge Path
The doors of the hall open out onto a rocky ledge on the side of a large rift or chasm, which is filled with huge boulders drifting in the air. The boulders collide, grind, and rebound constantly, filling the air with an awful sound. The ceiling is about 30 feet overhead, and the bottom of the chasm seems to be at least a couple of hundred feet below the ledge. A narrow 5-foot ledge runs both north and south from here. Torches burning with green flame illuminate the path to the south and another ledge and doorway across the chasm from this spot.
Vaulted Chamber
This small antechamber leads to another pair of stone doors in the north wall. Its walls are covered in moldering, crumbly stucco that has turned almost black with age. The ceiling is quite high overhead, lost in dark shadows.
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