With Strange Aeons Even Death May Die

Game Master Synxol

We each dwell upon an island forged by our ignorance amidst the black seas of infinity. Should your feeble mind correlate the seemingly disassociated contents of your skull, thus affording you an opportunity to leave your island behind, terrifying vistas of reality will entomb you and you will never know peace.

It was only a matter of time...every species can smell its own extinction. The last ones left won't have a pretty time of it.


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Silver Crusade

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The man is unconscious.

You search him and the first things you note after removing his mask are his orcish features - he is half orc. He has a very nice shirt of chain made of Mithral, and Wrathe notes it is magical. There is also something magical in his backpack. Outside his pack he has a very fine shortsword, a good longbow with a strong pull, a 'heavy' shield which is strapped to his arm made of a very light, dark wood, a sling and a dagger.

Also, his mask might be useful, and he has a ring on one finger but it does not emanate any auras. You find no balls of death like the one you saw thrown at Me'lar.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

With a few directed nods from Wrathe, the dragonkin strips the possessions off the half-orc. Ssilax sets them in a pile a corner of their room, far away from the priest. He had asked Me'lar to come back from the window and aid Argon to the room.

"He probably guessed we would head to the only place that had people in it. I imagine he either paid off the owner of the sank, or threatened her," Ssilax speaks quietly, not letting the sound of the common tongue go far. "Let's finish the bastard off and be done with it. We can't trust anyone in the market place to release him for some form of reward." The young Theurge's expression is a mystery behind the off white cowl as he looks at the pile of ash and cloth. Black anger and sadness fight within his sapphire orbs. "We owe Dorian that much." Ssilax adds softly.

Turning, the dragonkin looks at the others, feeling more tired than he had in a long time.

"I used the last of my charms strength earlier, somebodies else's turn to inform.., our friend," Ssilax speaks softly, feeling as though the walls had ears.

Turning back to Wrathe, Ssilax nods to his friend.

"We should take care of our newest problem sooner than later. I'd rather not be looking over my shoulder the entire way back to the surface." Ssilax glances at the half-orc. "And I hate leaving things unfinished."

The dragonkin had put on his gloves before searching the priest, and now held his weighted spear. For the moment, he was using more like a short staff to help to support his weight. However, with one quick trust, the bastard would draw breathe no longer.

Part of him wanted to, needed to, make the evil priest suffer. To scream, and beg and plead to mercy. With a great deal of effort, Ssilax forced those thoughts back down.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss waits for Ssilax to finish taking the half-orc's gear and with out ceremony, plunges the rapier through the half-orc's neck. " It is one thing in battle to finish him off, however he killed Dorian and would more then likely kill the rest of us. " Daxniss stomach churns slightly, bile struggling to rise in her throat, she manages to push it down after all she had seen worse things in her time on the streets as a child.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

With a moment's pause, as the Xthian sorts through the myriad emotions swarming his breast and threatening to overwelm him. It had been his intent to suggest they extract information from the half-orc, though he was unsure what to do with him next. A dark little corner of his heart revels in the simplicity with which Daxniss had disposed of the threat, who as simply exterminated one of their number.

A sick feeling fills Wrathe's stomach as he looks down at the remnants of Dorian, and the cooling corpse.

Moving to offer Argon a hand, he helps the man navigate around his spell.

"Was anyone able to update the one that comes to meet us? I have used my allotment for the day. This bolthole no longer appears safe. Perhaps we should set a course for another locale, and meet him along the way."


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon lets himself be directed back into the room, and ensures the body is pulled in and the door closed. He sheathes both his swords.

"Someone should clean up the blood. I would, but cleaning is not my strongest skill right now. And lock the door." He feels the blood on his falcata, warm but quickly cooling. He must be a mess. He wonders if the group will look more menacing now, with bloodstains on their clothing.

Then he feels Dorian's clothing on the floor. This is the reality of their lives, now. Life and death. It is a horrible thing, and he feels terrible for his friend Dorian. He wishes he could quit it all right now, but the group is being chased by two different parties, and nobody knows when it will stop. We need to get away, far away. Rygear will help us.

"Calling R is something I can do, yes."

He activates his amulet and directs a message at Rygear, whispering so the others can hear. "We were just attacked by a killer-priest of Norgorber, apparently; he's dead now. Dorian... a magic bullet was used on Me'lar, a girl who is with us, and Dorian saved her. But it, it.... disintegrated him. He is gone now. We need to move out of this sank. Do you have an idea where we can meet? "

Silver Crusade

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Blood pours from the half-orc's neck, and the life pours from his eyes.Rygear replies to Argon via the amulet. "Ah, I see. Well done. Dorian. You are all in the thick of it, aren't you? .... I'll hurry up. There's a place we can meet, on the way to our eventual destination. Find the goblin exit from Pinny's, go a few hundred yards away from the market. There's a tavern. Ask for Zov. Zee Oh Vee. Tell him Rygear said you need a back room. Keep out of sight. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Argon relays the message word for word, quietly, so the others hear and remember.

Me'lar re-enters the room, having remained on the fence about whether to retreat. She looks at the body with what appears to be disgust and fear. "I recognize hum. He was one the Clergy's hunters. Frid, I think his name is. was... Pa dunt like him."

The contents of the backpack are exposed for all to see, in addition to an iron holy symbol of Norgorber that resembles the mask the killer wore, a belt pouch with five sling bullets and 18 gold and 20 silver coins minted of Siranor, and a quiver with 20 cold iron arrows in it.

Backpack:

  • 100' silk rope
  • Rations, 2 days
  • Scrolls (all divine): Comprehend Languages, Find Traps, Detect Poison x2, Alarm
  • Alchemists' fire x3
  • Chalk, 2 pieces

Dorian also had a very small set of supplies, but it included several tiny diamonds.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Ssilax drags the body into the sank room they have rented.

"Wrathe, would you mind dealing with the blood. I'm feeling to weak to cast even a cantrip," Ssilax speaks quietly. There is a frustrated tone to his voice, stemming from his complete lack of magic.

Muttering a curse, the dragonkin retrieves his dart and cleans the blood off using the corpse's robes.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe stands in the window looking out as his prestidigitation magics slowly work to erase all evidence of the nefarious happenings of a moment before.

He wonders if they should throw the body out of the window and let it flow away with the waters, so it won't be connected with the chamber they had rented. Another thought, of beating the proprietor of this hole into oblivion for crossing them, also finds its way into his mind.

Clearing his throat he moves to the corpse of his friend in search of the Idol of Inori necklace that he always wore. When he was brought back from the dead he would want this again.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss started to gather up the rest of the half-orcs gear, handling everything while wearing her gloves. The scrolls she handed over to Ssliax, the rope would. E added to Daxniss supply, coins would go into a separate pocket.
Daxniss picked up the sling, along with its ammo and handed them to Me'lar, " You might want this, in the off chance that you find yourself with an opportunity to strike someone from afar. "
" Aye moving from here would be our best bet, we should take the armor and the blade as well. ". Daxniss finishes while cleaning her blade on the corpse, sheathing her rapier she looks at the pile of what was left of Dorian and winches.

Silver Crusade

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Dorian has very few supplies. There his necklace with a hand on it, representing Irori, his fine clothing and walking stick, a climbers' kit without rope, and a belt pouch full of tiny diamonds worth 200 gp.

Me'lar takes the sling and bullets.

Blood is cleaned up as much as can be expected.


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon takes the bow and asks, "Can anyone use this? It's got a decent pull to it. I can teach you. Once I can see, that is."

He also takes the short sword, the arrows, and he holds up the armor to inspect it without looking at it, using his fingers mostly. Fine and light, and easy to move in. He or Daxniss could certainly use it.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe is lost in thought for awhile, helping where he can to clean up the mess wrought by the murderous rampage, torn by the viciousness of moment, entombed in sorrow for the likely loss of another friend, and lost in thought.

"I wonder if someone resurrected Master Dainoth's hand, would he disappear from the cells and be reborn anew from his digits...."

He falls into place in line as they move to meet up with Rygear.

"Me'lar, please wear Dorian's clothes. We need to hide you as best as possible, to avoid further complications."

Silver Crusade

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Me'lar looks surprised at Wrathe's suggestion that she wear the dead man's clothes. But she considers it for a bit, and sees the wisdom in it. She would be partially disguised, and it might make her less recognizable to those seeking to kill her.

She nods, and after looking at the clothes for a bit, decides to wear them over her own. That would make them fit better, and provide extra protection against the cold. "I've heard of the cold and wind up above, and how dangerous it can be. I'll be warmer."


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

"He snuck in during the earthquake. Could he have caused that, Me'lar, or was that just a coincidence?"

Argon holds up the chain shirt and says, "Me'lar could have this. If it will fit. Or she could wear your armor, Dax, and you put this on?"


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"So, does anybody know where this tavern is that you said R mentioned in his message?" Ssilax asks the others before they leave the room. "I'd rather not just be aimless wandering around down here in this market place." The dragonkin bends over to gather up the monk's ashes in small pouch as best as he could.

"If he is still alive, it wouldn't work. More than likely he is being kept as a trophy by the arch-magus. Especially since he is more or less powerless." The young Theurge says as he gathers the dust. "With both hands he might have been able to cast something to escape, but wound shock and blood loss must have cost him the short time it would have taken to cast a teleport spell. Not to mention the missing hand."

"Speaking of resurrection, I'm not sure it would work due to Dorian's nature. Not that I could cast it, nor do I think I could pull a big enough favor to bring him back to life." Ssilax voice is flat as he speaks. "We might have to face the possibility that Dorian is gone. Even if we could arrange it, if he has passed to his afterlife with his deity, I don't think he would want to come back."

Silver Crusade

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Me'lar says, "I've heard o' the goblin exit. Is supposed to be... interesting. But quakes? No, never heard of creating quakes. That wouldn't be possible, would it?"

She puts on Dorian's clothes, but not the shoes. It would be too difficult to walk in them. She looks a little older with his fancy clothes on, and her long light brown hair spilling over. Deciding to go farther, she manages to tie her hair in a pony tail and hide it under the cloak.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" Sounds like a plan, I'm sure that some of armor should fit her, I'd say we hold off on wearing any armor until we know what magics might be attached to said item. As for the bow, hold on to it for now, I can use it but I'm not sure if I pull the string back. " Daxniss says with a smile.
" Holding onto Dorian's remains might not be a bad call, less chance if the nutter has more friends, of them trying to raise Dorian, if such a thing is possible, and hold him for 'questioning' . " Daxniss shudders at the thought.
Looking at the flask's she pocket's them until Argon could see again, he might have a better chance at using them, as the flasks were intriguing to say the least.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

His rational mind agrees with Ssilax, as Dorian's dhampir-nature muddies the waters in terms of resurrection, as does the fact that he was downed by a disintegration spell, but he chooses to hold onto hope until he is sure.

"The chain shirt is magical in nature."

Wrathe shrugs in terms of the locale of the "Goblin Exit"; hoping that it is either obvious, or something Me'lar can guide them to.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"Okay, where looking for this hole, located somewhere in this market place. Then there is this tavern, from what you relayed," Ssilax looks at Argon, so that the blinded Slayer would know he is talking to him. "We'll figure out the chain shirt when we get to the tavern. I wouldn't consider the sank safe anymore." The dragonkin looks once more at where Dorian was felled. Closing his eyes, Ssilax fights through the fatigue that seeks to muddle his thoughts.

Ssilax gives himself something to focus on. Earthquakes spring to mind, as does Me'lar's question.

"I'm certain that there is magic that can cause earthquakes, but it would be powerful, there is no question of that," Ssilax says slowly as he opens his sapphire eyes. The dragonkin moves over and gathers up his belongings. Waving Dog over, the young Theurge reties his familiars harness. "I don't think it was the half-orc's doing. If he was that powerful of a castor, only the we would have won would have been divine intervention." Ssilax stands up and shoulders his pack with a grunt. The had the extra stuff packed away, and where approaching ready to go.

"On that thought, I don't remember hearing any chanting before Dorian was slain. I wonder if he used an item?" Ssilax muses out loud. The dragonkin shakes his head. "Not that it matters now."


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" Well out the door, or through the window? After that if Me'lar doesn't know the way I'll spread some coins and see if I get some directions. Argon I would recommend you use..... Dorian's walking stick. " Daxniss finishes with a sigh.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

"None of us appear to have an idea of where to go specifically, so I would suggest haste to take advantage of the chaos in the wake of the earthquake. Let us return to the market and continue along our original path. Perhaps Me'lar will remember something helpful, we will see something that will guide us, or Daxniss will prise the information from someone's food hole."

Wrathe opens the door a crack into the area beyond, and prepares to leave back the way they came when the coast is clear.

"If anyone can contact Rygear, perhaps more specific directions would be in order; as fumbling around in the dark is liable to get us all killed."

He steps out into the passageway.

Silver Crusade

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Me'lar says, "I'nt ever bin here before. If we go out the window thur wun't be anyone to ask directions, though."

She picks up Dorian's walking stick and give it to Argon.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" Door it is, as soon as we into the market I'll start asking 'round and see what I can find out. " Daxniss says while hefting her backpack, and adds the short sword sheath to her belt.

Silver Crusade

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The Goblin exit is not hard to find, once you stop someone to ask for directions. On the side of the market opposite where you came in is a hallway leading out (north?), and on either side of the exit/entrance there is a raised platform with a number of statues on it. The statues depict, for the most part, goblins in compromising positions, performing sexual acts on humans, dwarves, orcs, and in one case what appears to be a mind flayer. Most of the goblins appear to be male, but there are a few females in there too. Now, at least, you understand how the exit got its name.

Me'lar blushes as you go past the goblins.

Heading down the corridor, away from Pinny's Market, you see several smaller passages leading left and right, but the main one continues relatively straight. Me'lar guides Argon, who uses the cane to feel the ground in front of him, and the walls.

After what must be a few hundred yards, you find one part of the left wall missing, replaced by a dark space full of tables and chairs. Most appear to be of metal, but toward the back you notice a few tables with wooden tops. A few of these, you are sure, used to be doors at one point, but they serve to hold drinks and food perfectly well.

A short bar with all manner of containers - bottles, pots, pans, jars, huge urns, barrels, smaller cups, glasses and mugs, and many other such things - sit near the back, away from the corridor. Behind the bar are a twenty-something human female and what looks like a male drow. You spot a small exit leading to the back, but the way is concealed by a hundred vertical leather strings hanging down from the small arch. Entwined in these strings are hundreds or thousands of teeth. They seem to be from many different creatures, and no two appear to be the same; and they clack when someone touches them. Candles of tallow occupy spaces along the walls and also on several stone posts that may or may not be holding up the ceiling.

Perhaps twenty customers occupy several tables in the establishment, and it is remarkably like the taverns of the city above. A few are drunk, most are engaged in conversation that surely interest only themselves, a few observe the rest of the patrons, and yet a few more sit and try to chat with the servers, who seem friendly and relaxed.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe bypasses the female bar wench and sidles over to the male drow when there's the least number of prying ears to overhear him.

He speaks in Undercommon low enough that his voice will not carry far, "We be seeking out Zee Oh Vee."

Should this foul drow identify itself as ZOV, then he will request the back room for lodging, and reveal Rygear's name.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Reaching the Goblin Exit, Ssilax stops in his tracks and stares at the statues for a few moments. The dragonkin suddenly giggles like a school boy. Shaking his head, shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he catches.

"I'll give the artist credit for enthusiasm, but there looked to be a lot of wishful thinking with those statue's anatomy." the healer says with a chuckle and a shake of his hooded and cowled head. He glances over his shoulder at the statues and chuckles. "The mind flayer is a bit surprising, nice touch to the oddness. The parts are probably really wrong, but it was really funny." The dragonkin laughs quietly. "I needed a good laugh after all of that." Ssilax says with a sigh, falling silent.

When the group reaches the tavern, Ssilax can't help but look around. It was an interesting layout, not to mention the "door" of teeth. It took a considerably about of effort, but the young Theurge managed to avoid staring at the drow. He had never seen a dark elf before, and had to stop himself from ambling over and begin asking the drow male a 1000 different questions.

Silver Crusade

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The drow smiles with his eyes as you spell out his name. He looks over Wrathe, and then the rest of the group, seemingly intrigued by its make up. His eyes linger on Me'lar, just a little, also. "You have found him. No doubt you've heard laudable words about my mead? Please, take a seat; we do not dwell upon formality here more than anyplace else."


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss gives a quiet chuckle at the statues, not bothered by their depictions... and the actions that the figures were preforming. She looks over and sees that Me'lar was blushing and shakes her head at the girl.
" Aye, I'm certain that some liberties were taken by the 'Artists'. Still some would find it titillating... at the least. " She finishes with a wink.
Upon reaching the 'bar' and hearing Wrathe asking the Dark elf about Zov and said person indicating that he was indeed Zov she tilts her head to the side. Wrathr had made things possibly easier for the group or worse. After all the dark elf could be lying, stating ownership of the name.
" Oh Aye word of the mead here reached our ears from a mutual..... friend and about the back room. " Daxniss lowers her voice " Our friend goes by the name of Rygear. "

Silver Crusade

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Zov looks at Daxniss. When she mentions Rygear, his eyelids rise slightly and he says quietly, "Ry-- where is that bastard anyways? You his friends? Back room, you say?" He nods and smiles, and asks, "For how long?"


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" Lai, he said he was on his way, could be hours perhaps longer. " She says and solids her hand into a pocket, palming the purse she had picked up from the half-orc.
" . The last 'sank' we were in was not... secure to say the least, I would be less then pleased if this back room turns into the same. I understand that this is a tavern, so perhaps some good cheer could be spread out. Less inquiring folk the better if possible, that is if you can make it happen. " Daxniss finishes with a wink and slides the purse with 20 gold in it, towards Zov, he hand covering the most of the purse.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe falls back into a social shadow, always happy when Daxniss takes the lead in social situations.

He had considered asking about the earthquake, but the less talking the better likely.

There was a part of him that imagined that Rygear's arrival would change things, but it would just change where they were on the run.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"Um, could I buy a small cup of mead? It sounds really good," Ssilax asks. It did seem a touch odd the nearly menacing, seven foot tall, midnight robed and cowled figure sounded shy. The dragonkin's stomachs audibly announces it presence. "And something to eat with a great deal of meat in it." Ssilax sounds a touch embarrassed.

Dog looks up at Ssilax and "Wuffs," getting the Theurge's attention. The white furred familiar's tail wags back and forth, and Ssilax can't help but grin behind his cowl. He looks back at the drow.

"Make that two meals, please." the dragonkin asks politely.

Silver Crusade

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Zov looks at you all, and asks, "Okay, I owe Rygear.... favors. Would you ladies and gentlemen like to settle in relative comfort in the back and we'll get you some food and drink? We have stew and bread, and to drink, mead, ale, goat's milk, and some bloodwine."

The dark-haired female server raises her eyebrows at this, but a quick glance from Zov makes her shrug, though she maintains a slight smile on her pretty visage.

Vos leads you back, through the hanging, clacking teeth, into a very packed storage room, and through that room into another. This room seems to have lots of overflow storage in it, full of containers like you saw in the tavern. But it also has a settee and several comfortable looking leather chairs and a 3x3 table. There is another door leading farther in, a real wooden door, but it is closed.

It is dark in the room, but Zov pulls out a tallow candle and lights it quickly, using magic of some kind. You notice that many of the containers have writing on them, labels most likely, most in the strange script of the drow.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Bile pools in the young wizard's throat as he considers food with his heart torn in twain over the loss of another companion. Wrathe passes on victuals and libations, in no small part due to the nefarious reputation of the drow, preferring time to just sit quietly against the wall in reflection of the decisions that had brought them to this place.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" Some stew, bread, and an ale would be wonderful. " Daxniss says while placing the purse in Zov's hands. Following the others into the back room, trying to keep a mental note on how many steps it took to reach the middle of the room.
Once Zov left the room, Daxniss pulled out the cross bow and set it next to her, making sure that the dagger up her sleeve was secure she says " Alright once we get a meal, we should start a watch again. This time we have some cover so it should be a little bit trickier for others to get us. " Daxniss stifles a yawn as she only had two hours of sleep.
Pushing herself up from the chair she starts to pace while wondering how the half-orc had found Me'lar. Wondering if there was some sort of tracking on the girl.

Silver Crusade

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Her name is Cally and she brings you ale, mead (for those who wish to try it), and stew with bread. It is all very tasty, and after finishing it you feel tired and satisfied.

You are all brought into consciousness on Argon's watch as someone enters the room. It is Rygear, and he is happy to see you though does not really show it too overtly. Behind him is Zov, smiling at you all, and your reunion.

After the greetings and introductions, Rygear takes out a scroll and sits down in front of Argon. He immediately starts reading it, and then he touches Argon's closed eyes. Argon opens them, and looks around at all of you in wonder. Finally they rest upon Me'lar and smile with the rest of his face.

After that, Cally brings him an ale, and Rygear sits and looks at you all intently. "Tell me everything, please. We have some time now."

Zov and Cally are back at the tavern...


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe introduces Me'lar to Rygear presents the monk's eyes to the cleric. "Is there any chance of resurrection?"

He asks whether it would be possible to free Dainoth from his incarceration using the severed limb that Ssilax carries, and then works to fill the cleric in on the events that had led them to this place.

"Where do we go from here considering that we are the hunted on the surface?"

Almost as an afterthought he introduces Me'lar to Rygear and asks if Rygear has a safe place for the girl.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes like a child, the dragonkin looks around blinking owlishly. A mighty yawn stretches his scaled muzzle. Ssilax had slid his hood and cowl off for his delicious meal and small cup of mead, and had left them down. Mostly because he had fallen asleep perhaps five minutes after finishing his meal.

Dog looks up at everyone and "Wuffs", his tail thumps against the stone floor, and then the white furred animal yawns. A wide smile stretches Ssilax's muzzle as his brain finally finishes waking up and he actually sees Rygear. The dragonkin sees Zov and Cally and bows slightly to them.

"Thank you both very much," Ssilax has a pleasant smile on his draconic features. The scales of the Mask of Nethys half absorbing the candle light, half glowing softly.

"I'm very happy to see you. It an understatement to say that this has been a horrible day." The dragonkin shudders thinking about the last 24 hours as he looks at Rygear. The image Dorian and the pile of dust and eyeballs that was all that was left of Dorian was first on his mind.

Ssilax chimes in occasionally during the retelling, adding details or his thoughts when he thought it necessary.

Silver Crusade

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Rygear listens to the story, asking questions as it continues. He looks at Me'lar suspiciously at first, but relies on your assessment of her character. It takes a while, and once done he merely nods and then fields any questions you may have.

Looking at Dorian's eyes, he says, "Yes, I believe he could be resurrected, but the cost is great and a powerful priest is needed. Depending on the priest and church, and the 'donation' offered, some may be more willing than others to perform that spell on an individual. We will have to see."

He switches to undercommon and says, "Regarding the girl -- sorry, regarding Me'lar, I was thinking about her as I made my way here. I think she'd be best served if we left her in the city, starting with Nelina if she's willing, and then depending on what Me'lar's goals are, we have other contacts she can get to know. Me'lar, this must be a huge shock to you, all this, so I assume you don't have plans, or that whatever plans you had for your future are now .... delayed, at best? In any case, I don't think you want her to accompany you on your journey. Though that would put her farther from harm... Me'lar, you may not know, but what's your feeling about how safe it would be for you in the city above?"

Me'lar responds, a bit shyly, "Who is Nelina? And you're right, my plans were ta go into administration and eventually seek a seat on the Council of Elders, like my father. Now that can never happen. I don't know what I want ta do. I suppose if I spend time up above, I may see something that interests me? I'm actually so looking forward ta seeing the blue sky! I don't know how safe it will be for me, but I'd like to stay in the city because someday I may try to go home. When it's safe. If, when, the hunter they sent does not return, they may just give up. I'm not valuable, the Clergy like to make examples of people when they go... bad. They might punish my pa more, but I don't think they'll kill him. Unless he gets crazy. And he might." Tears well up in her eyes as she thinks about her father.

Rygear tries to calm Me'lar, though he's not always good at that, especially with strangers. He says, "I'm sure he'll be okay if he knows you are doing all right. Perhaps we can find a way to get a message to him, to ease his mind."

On the question of where to go next, Rygear switches back to common, first explaining to Me'lar that it is safer for her and for them if she doesn't know what the group's plans are. "I intend to take you up above, but outside the city. There is a keep there, and from there I am going to try to get you picked up in a ship to go to a place Dainoth told me of. He has a niece there, a Theurge like Ssilax. It will be a good place for you to be, and you can help her out."

He doesn't want to say too much in detail, even in Common, because he doesn't know how much Common Me'lar knows.

He waits, ready for other questions.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

As they waited for Rygear, Wrathe tries again to learn about Siranor from Me'lar. He wants to gain a firsthand accounting of what he had read about children being bought to the undercity and never heard from again.

Dorian's eyes are carefully wrapped up and carefully stored. The cost did not matter. Wrathe breathes for the first time since the monk had fallen.

He asks whether it would be possible to free Dainoth from his incarceration using the severed limb that Ssilax carries.

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Me'lar is tired, but willing to explain. "Their souls are given to the God in a ceremony. They are treated like princes up until then." She seems willing to answer other questions if you have them.

Argon looks troubled by this, but says nothing.

Rygear answers Wrathe's next question with a shake of his head. "I don't think so. If you're thinking of resurrection, should he be killed, it might be possible. I can't think of another way, but perhaps some clever people could use magic to break him out, I don't know."


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Bleary eyed from what lillte sleep Daxniss was able to get, she still smiles when she recognizes Rygear and almost falls back to sleep. The 'day' if one could call it that, had been very trying to say the least.
Daxniss manages to add to the tale of the day, what they had seen and some of her impressions of the city and the enforcers. Daxniss also informs Rygear about what the group had done to avoid the golem.
Listening to the others and Rygear informing them of what had happened to Dainoth, along with what little he had learned. Daxniss eyes widen slightly at the mention that no rescue attempt had been made however, it was still early and Daxniss was sure that anyone who might be able to aid Dainoth was working on ideas.
Daxniss smiles at Me'lar comments about seeing a blue sky, it would be something wonderful for Me'lar to see something that she had only dreamed of. " Oh Aye, I'm sure a change of scene would do you wonders. I'm sure your father will be able to handle himself, he seems like a quick study. "

" Clever people, well at the moment he isn't able to go anywhere and I'm sure it will take a long time before anything happens. In fact I wonder if he didn't plan for something like this but didn't expect for things to get out of his control. " Daxniss muses quietly more to herself then to Rygear

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Rygar says, "Well, security is pretty tight in the palace, as you can imagine. For all their dislike of magic, they have several powerful wizards and sorcerers in their employ. And I've recently found out that they are conspiring with denizens of the underworld. Those creatures who attacked back when you were children, and more recently the one who grabbed Dainoth, are all in some kind of pact with some higher ups close to the Royals. Papers have been found, as devils like to have agreements in writing, often signed in blood. This is what we have to deal with, so we must tread ever so carefully. One of the things that... the place you'll be going to, has, is a connection with other denizens, ones who might be able to combat the red ones. I'll tell you more later, but suffice to say connecting with them is one of the things we hope you can help with while you're there."


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

"Where are you taking us Rygear?"

Wrathe was not overly worried about Me'lar overhearing, though he does speak rapid fire in the Common tongue to follow the cleric's example of wariness.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

At the news that Dainoth's relative was another Theurge, Ssilax blinks rapidly, scaled face falling blank as his mind whirls. The dragonkin sips his water, trying to puzzle out why Dainoth never mentioned the other Theurge. Thinking about at the same time Me'lar mentions that her people are indeed sacrificed to their vile god, Ssilax realizes why she was never mentioned. Aside from the distance, Dainoth didn't really want anything to do with the gods.

Flying through the years in his mind, Ssilax remembers all of the times that the older human had talked about religion. He counted 3 different occasions. Now that he was actually examining the memory, Ssilax realized Dainoth had almost hated the gods, Nethys in particular. His teacher/adopted father was apparently careful to never poisoned Ssilax's opinions, despite his own views.

Looking over at Me'lar, the dragonkin nods to the young human that lost her home helping them.

"We'll find a way to get a message to your father. Magic or mundane, he'll know that you are alive and well. It is the least I could guarantee after all you've done to help us." The dragonkin says softly, a hint of steel in the young Theurge's voice.

When Rygear begins to speak again, Ssilax pulls himself out of his thoughts and pays attention. His sapphire orbs grow large at the mention of devils allied with someone or ones in the Royal court.

"Are you going to be in danger for helping us?" Ssilax asks Rygear suddenly.

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Rygear answers Ssilax and Wrathe, saying, "I'm in no more danger with you than I am already. My position is one of balance, like standing on a flagpole in a hurricane, sometimes. There is a hurricane blowing now, and it's getting stronger. As for where you are going, it is a keep south of the city, on the ocean. From there, to your destination by ship, but of course I will not be accompanying you there."


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Ssilax thinks about Rygear's response for a few moments, before nodding slowly. Not the dragonkin could really do anything to help Rygear. The warrior-priest was a hero to the citizens, well liked and preformed his guard duties, upholding the law of the land. For the most part, there were a few things that the man did to help those he could. Rygear's both good name and position within the guard was keeping him relativity safe.

"...Could you pass a message to Storm for me?" Ssilax ask of his friend and mentor of all things based on Nethys. I'll give you the message before we part company. I just need to think of what to say."

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"Of course. I'll let you rest here for a while longer, then we move on. Zov can get you provisions.."

Rygear takes a swig of ale, and adds, "And I think I'll just take a nap here with you.". He relaxes, stretching out on a chair, reminiscent of a cat.


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon is tired, but he starts telling Me'lar the story of how he came to know Rygear, with the creature from the dark and all. He is appreciative of the man, and all he and Dainoth had done for them.

He looks at his hands as if he has never seen them before, as he is looking at everything.

"Thank you for returning my vision. It was a trial, walking blind. Fighting blind, even. But I think i learned something about how to smell, and feel with my hands, and my feet, and how to really listen. It is tiring if you do it properly."


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe spends his time delving into the depths of Siranor with Me'lar as his guide. He makes no more comments to the others about his intention to return and burn it down, but he is also not foolish enough to imagine that he will be powerful enough to make a difference through his strength of arms. A thought, of disseminating information en masse, and bringing Siranor into the light, crosses his mind.

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