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Game Master therealthom

Crimson Throne


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Female Human(1/2 Chelaxian 1/2 Varisian) Sorceress 7 (favoured class)

"Our Erstwhile comrades are otherwise engaged" Heather states plainly "These good folk have agreed to aid us in our endeavors here"


Nicola de Talavera wrote:
Nicola bows briefly. "Not heroes, but healers at the very least. We were stuck here on the island when the bridges went down. My brother here and I have done our best to help with the Bloodveil, but the most we've been able to do is help people stay alive until they fight off the disease themselves." She glances at Phillippe, then back to the captain. "Simple decency, really. I claim no hero's blood."

"Are you the de Talavera's?" The captain sounds surprised and pleased. "Lord Arkona truly admired your work. He wanted to extend you our protection, but our lines were already too thin."

Varlis Larward wrote:

"I work for the Marshall. Endrin. I hunt missing people, good or bad. Captain, perhaps you can help me. I need info on the whereabouts of the Seneschal, Neolandis. You seen him recently? He was last seen coming this way."

Varlis gauges the man's reactions to the shot in the dark.

The captain looks sharply at Varlis, then swivels his head exaggerately all around. "I couldn't say."

Heather Whiteraven wrote:
"Our Erstwhile comrades are otherwise engaged" Heather states plainly "These good folk have agreed to aid us in our endeavors here"

"I hope we can help each other."


"Much appreciated." Phillipe responds with a respectful tilt of his head; "We just did what we could, whilst keeping the streets clean."


Male Human Ranger 7, AC23/14/19, Hp62, F+7,R+9,W+4, Init.+6, Perc +13, Sense Motive +10

Varlis gives an almost imperceptable nod back as he keeps pace. "Captain, tell me of your Lord. I am unacquainted with the Arkonas."


Gafesh smiles. "Lord Glorio is better than any man I have ever met. Adamant in judgement, wise as the stars. He bears his people's burdens as his own. These times weight heavily on him."

"Soon after Eodred's death, he sought to advise her majesty in council. With headstrong petulance she first disregarded his advice, and then, when his conscience dictated that he naysay her in council for the city's good, she named him an enemy in her heart. The crown has seized much of his property. The Hospice where you proved your valor, was an Arkona warehouse. The blockade is in place to keep him trapped with the maddened crowd. I would not be surprised to find Ileosa is the power behind Pilts Swastel and his ilk on the island."

"He bears sorrow. His family --" The Vudran turns away. "I speak out of turn. Please disregard that last."


Female Human(1/2 Chelaxian 1/2 Varisian) Sorceress 7 (favoured class)

"Oh I think we might be bringing his Lordship some good news in a number of respects" Heather says keeping her tone neutral"


"As is often the case with those in power, wise council can be lost to politics." Tybalt says solemnly; "We saw a lot of it in Cheliax, though it's sorrowful to lose such wisdom."

Then he looks to Heather with an incline of his head.


Male Human, Varisian Pure-Blood Fighter 5/Rogue 2

"Oh, it's normal for Korvosa as well. The Arkona's are known for their championing of the cause of the downtrodden here," Emerion speaks up. Until now he has let Heather do the talking. There was a lot of praise going on, but at the same time, something didn't feel right...


Female Human(1/2 Chelaxian 1/2 Varisian) Sorceress 7 (favoured class)

Heather gives Phillippe an apologetic smile. "Korvosa is a city that needs to set politics aside..people need to stop being Varisian or Chelish or Shoanti and concentrate on being Korvosan.Only then will this city gain it's rightful place."

She grins broadly

"But if I go on much longer about that Emerion will make the gagging noises he always does when I get started on my particular obsession"


F Human (Chelaxian) Init +3, Perception +11 Cleric 7 (Cayden)

"The great ones play their games while the poor men die," Nicola sighs fatalistically, "But we need the help of the highborn to fix this whole mess, if that's even possible. I don't mind being a catspaw if it helps the folk who simply want to live their lives. Our cause is just and the gods will protect us in this life or claim us in the next."


The road turns and the party can view the outer wall of the Arkona family home. The outer wall is only ten feet tall and in contrast to the ubiquitous black marble found in civic buildings and the nobles' estates, white.

The wall is apparently stuccoed or whitewashed grey granite. A pair of workmen are refacing a few patches where the stucco has fallen away.

A golden wrought gate gleams under a delicately thin stone arch supported by two pillars. The gate is open, but six guards in Arkona livery watch the gate. These men are well armed with spears, longswords or scimitars, and small heavily recurved bows. They hold themselves confidently and their weapons hang casually, as if they were put on merely out of habit. As you and Gafesh approach they nod to the captain and watch silently as you pass.


Cautioning you to stay on the crushed shell pathway, Gafesh leads you through immaculately landscaped palace grounds. The grounds are generally open, decorated here and there with tiny copses of trees, exotic topiary animals (elephants, cobras, and tigers being the most common), beautiful flower gardens, and exquisite fountains.

Palace Arkona is perched at the highest point atop Endrin Isle in Old Korvosa. Halfway to the house from the gate you are treated to a view past the house and over the big bow of the Jeggare river that cradles the northern cliffs of the Isle. Across the river a verdant park-like wood surrounds a house or building with a stepped concave multilayered roof that runs from nearly flat at its verge to a soaring peak at its center.

The palace is a breathtaking structure built in the Vudran style, with golden pillars, high windows that rise to tapered points, minarets, and domes decorated with slender spires. Like the outer wall it is white. Its first story is capped by a domed penthouse, perhaps half the floor area of the first story in the center of the building. The building flows into the landscape, another contrast to typical block-like Cheliaxian architecture.

The entryway is a white marble arch depicting dozens of elephants standing one atop the other frames a great ebony double door in the south wall of the palace. The left one of the double entry doors swings open and a brown-skinned man with an eye patch steps out to meet you.

Gafesh murmurs, "This is Carnochan, the Lord's majordomo," even as the one-eyed man calls out, "Captain Gafesh, hello. Who are these visitors?"

Gafesh quickly makes introductions and tells Carnochan that the party seeks an audience with Lord Arkona. Carnochan makes admiring noises and ushers you inside.

Inside, above the door, a single one-eyed elephant looks out over a wide and airy entrance hall. The elephant's eye is a glittering bloodstone the size of an apple. Tall windows grant a commanding view of the palace grounds, and a rich red carpet, ten feet wide and luxuriously thick, provides a pathway between doors to the west and north, and around a corner to the east. Each of these mahogany doors, including a few smaller ones just west of the northern pair, is decorated with images of a six-armed, four-faced woman who rides a tiger with human hands for feet.

The walls are made of ebony and carved with depictions of elephants, tigers, monkeys, and peacock, all with shimmering mother-of-pearl eyes. Exotic plants in clay pots are in abundance, and each room is rich with their scent, mingled with that of sandalwood incense burning in brass censers that hang from the ceiling here and there. The rooms inside the palace are spacious and grand—ceilings, unless otherwise mentioned, are 20 feet high.

DC 30 Knowledge (religion):
The tiger riding giantess is the Vudran deity Chamidu, the God of Wild Beasts


Carnochan leads you to the right and around a corner where another red-carpeted hall stretches to the north. At the far end of this hallway, a fourteen-foot-tall marble statue of a six-armed woman with four faces on her head, one looking to each of the four cardinal directions, stands under a dome of colored glass. The statue wields numerous weapons in its six hands, and a small kneeler at its base gives a place to pay respects to whatever deity the statue represents. Each of the statue’s eight eyes is a sparkling bright green orb.

You don't make it to the statue. Carnochan takes you through a set of doors to the right and deposits you in a lounge. This comfortable room is warmed by a large fireplace, its marble sides and mantle carved into a parade of capering monkeys and tigers. A large sofa sits to the north, while a few comfortable looking chairs sit to the south.

"Please wait here while I see if Lord Arkona will grant you audience. May I offer you some small refreshment?"

Gafesh stayed at the outside door after handing you off to Carnochan. You are alone in the lounge.

Old Korvosa Map.

Arkona Palace


Female Human(1/2 Chelaxian 1/2 Varisian) Sorceress 7 (favoured class)

Heather has never seen the Inside of House Arkona before and is suitably impressed by the exotic vistas that open before her.

At the offer of refreshment she nods graciously.."Thank You..some fruit juice or merely water will suffice for me"


A carafe of fruit juice is brought along with honeyed apples by a silent servant. She places them on a side table and glides back toward the door.

As she departs a man enters. He is big, tall and a solid 300 pounds. He is dark, in the Cheliaxian way. He wears a long white toga or wrapped robe. The ends of his hair are wet. Rings swarm on his fingers, but a tremendous emerald stone takes pride of place on the ring finger of his right hand.

An easy animal confidence infuses his motion as he walks to a couch and sits in your midst. He waves lazily at the table and then his hands disappear in a fold of the robe.

"Please help yourselves. I am Glorio Arkona. May I have your names?"


Female Human(1/2 Chelaxian 1/2 Varisian) Sorceress 7 (favoured class)

Heather bows to Lord Arkona..."Your Grace..I am Lady Heather Whiteraven, currently in service with the Korvosan Guard". She indicates Emerion "Emerion Brightsmith and I are here at the behest of Marshal Croft and these good folk have agreed to aid us"

She lets the others introduce themselves.


Arkona listens with grave courtesy to your introductions....

Feel free to time warp intros, if you wish.

"Lady Whiteraven, I understand you and your companions exposed the Urgathoans masquerading as Physicians under the Queen's very nose. While I am very sure her majesty has the best intentions she chose her servants -- unfortunately."

Sense motive DC 2 :
Glorio Arkona believes nothing of the sort.


Female Human(1/2 Chelaxian 1/2 Varisian) Sorceress 7 (favoured class)

"Oh I agree my Lord..the Queen's behavior has been somewhat...erratic since she took the throne but I'm certain she has the cities best interests at heart.."

DC2 Sense Motive..

Spoiler:
She doesn't believe it either

"Indeed that is what we have come about..the Field Marshal is concerned about the whereabouts of the Seneschal and we had heard that you might be able to assist us in finding him


Male Human Ranger 7, AC23/14/19, Hp62, F+7,R+9,W+4, Init.+6, Perc +13, Sense Motive +10

"Varlis. Larward. You have a great home. What is it from, Eleder? Jalmeray? I'm no expert but this looks wonderful." The man takes his drink and seat and relaxes, giving time to assess this Lord as he talks.


Philippé politely waves away the offer of a drink, too used to the dangerous politics of his homeland and not wanting to insult the hospitality shown by leaving a repast.

The young noble is suitably impressed by the splendour of the Arkona estate, which is magnificent in comparison with the great Houses of his homeland.

Feeling slightly under-dressed in comparison to the coiffed Lord, though he tries not to let it show. As introductions are in order, with a gesture to his sister; "We are the de Talavera's, you may know our Aunt?" He nods a thanks to Heather at her kindness, the mages eyes are languid but sharp.


Varlis Larward wrote:
"Varlis. Larward. You have a great home. What is it from, Eleder? Jalmeray? I'm no expert but this looks wonderful." The man takes his drink and seat and relaxes, giving time to assess this Lord as he talks.

Arkona nods at Varlis' name. "The house and grounds are loosely based on the Vudran model. My family's wealth is largely based on commerce with that far country and we have brought back more than trade goods. My father was particularly fond of Vudran culture and the house is largely his creation."

"I like it. So much more airy than the cavelike fortresses most of the nobility favor."

Philippé de Talavera wrote:
... As introductions are in order, with a gesture to his sister; "We are the de Talavera's, you may know our Aunt?" He nods a thanks to Heather at her kindness, the mages eyes are languid but sharp.

"Ahh, Philippe and Nicola? Welcome to my home. I do know your Aunt. Korvosa is not so overrun with nobility that any of us can remain out of notice of the others. And I am aware of your efforts among the poor ourside my western gate. I am sincerely sorry that we were not able to offer you more aid. I can only plead that my first concern was the defense and welfare of the family's inside the walls of Fort Korvosa. I hope your Aunt is well?"

Heather Whiteraven wrote:
"Oh I agree my Lord..the Queen's behavior has been somewhat...erratic since she took the throne but I'm certain she has the cities best interests at heart.."

"I see we are agreed on the matter then,"

Heather Whiteraven wrote:

"Indeed that is what we have come about..the Field Marshal is concerned about the whereabouts of the Seneschal and we had heard that you might be able to assist us in finding him

Glorio's mouth tightens. "We will discuss the Seneschal in a moment. First I would like to get to know you. In these days it is so very difficult to know who one can trust."

"I understand that you have been working on Marshal Croft's behalf. The business of the Hospice among other things. And one hears rumors about the fall of Pilts Swastel. Was that your work? And why? I can't believe that as canny a tactician as the Marshal would strand you on Endrin Isle even to topple that odious man's hold on the rabble."

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