Jirkin Faluen the Tenth's page

DM Mothman wrote:

Jirkin’s keen eyesight allow him to make out some detail of the dark space below the hearth. The opening appears to open out into a small, dirt walled chamber, about six feet deep and probably about 6 feet square also. A wooden stool rests directly below the opening, and the only other objects that can be seen within the space are a small wooden bench, upon which rest half a dozen unlit candles, a small chest, and a bed roll.

Laithe peers into the space, squinting and struggling to see what is down there. He throws a glance back towards the door, and seeing the wolves have held off their attack thus far, turns to Jirkin;

"Friend, your eyesite seems to fair better than mine. If you are willing I will help lower you into the hole and give you a hand back out if you can find anything of use down there"

He braces himself on the edge of the hole and offers his hand to Jirkin.

"Thank you, I think i will need help to check what down in the hole, just give me a hand." Jirkin says accepting Laithe's help

Jirkin looks around the cottage. It’s not a big building, but there’s a lot of stuff in here, and with the mess everything is in, it would take a long time to thoroughly search. However, Jirkin recalls the conversation between Gosia and Keildrithe earlier that morning – she said to search the floor by the fireplace!

Jirkin hurries over, and after but a few moments dusting away soot and spilt food, discovers a large flagstone, about two feet square, that appears to be loose. There is a gap of almost an inch wide between the loose stone and the others nearby, and Jirkin notices a narrow groove, about an inch deep on one side of the loose pavement....

Jirkin pauses thinking How the heck did Gosia lift this! Jirkin then shouts to the group "ummm, i think i need help here. I think i found what we are looking for, but i am not strong to lift this stone to get what we want, please someone help me." Jirkin looks at the gap looking for help because he dosen't want to hurt himself.

Laithe Greycoat wrote:

"If we block up the door as best we can and then surround the hole in numbers I think we stand a better chance of minimising damage. Wolves are very fast; if you jump down on top of one I fear you will be pounced on by the next before you can dodge away, even if you do manage to slay it with one blow."

"Wolves are pack hunters and I think Keildrithe is right; if we don't protect the door way they are likely to get inside and use their numbers to pull down one of us at a time. If we hold them at the door, we may only need to down one or two before the rest lose heart and flee"

"Also, if we do allow them the run of the cottage and they do manage to pull one or more of us down, it will be much harder to get the wounded to safety and treat them. That is my opinion - what think the rest of you? We must decide quickly"

Laithe moves inside the door so he is no longer out in the open in his initiative order of course; assuming he isn't prevented from doing so

"Well spoken, friend." Then, pensively, Keildrithe leans his sword against the wall, drops his pack, and pulls his beldach from it.

"This may be a foolish idea, he says, for I know not how an angry wolf will react to a human's spoken lullabye... but perhaps if I gently sing one of the songs our people once sang in honour of the elder wild ones, it will soothe the rage in their hearts... it is worth a try, is it not?"

Standing beside Laithe, Keildrithe peers around the doorframe. "Yes, we should make every effort to seal at least the bottom half of the doorway with other obstacles. I am certain that Gosia would forgive us for this uncouth use of her furniture, given the circumstances."

Keildrithe looks towards Jirkin. "Wizard, I beg your forgiveness for chastising you earlier over your eagerness to search the premises. The Artonite is the least of our concerns now. If you or someone else would like to search the area before the hearth, now would be the time to do it. Perhaps we shall...

Jirkin nod i will be gladly to search the cottage Search check 12+3=15

"And what of you, wizard Jirkin, know you any spells that could help protect us from these hungry prowlers?"

" i have no protection spells sadly only ones that would hurt the wolf or create an illusion to scare it away...maybe."

Ok guys, since there’s a lot of talking and strategising going on, and we seem to be missing a couple of guys (AWED and Dirk)

[ooc]Sorry my computer was freaking out yesterday and i couldn't get on the internet

Jirkin stares at the Artonite, "I have a funny feeling," Jirkin then ignores the fact if the Artonite is friend or foe, and searchs search- 1(never mind)+3=4 the room "There has to be something here..or not," he then looks at everyone, "Well, we can't just let some stranger stop us, i couldn't find anything," Jirkin pauses then looks at the Artonite. " Looks like you had fun trashing this poor woman's home, or was it someone else who did this? I must tell you first i hate liers. Sense motive-19+2=21 (that is when he answers my questions.

i drop my intitatiate and say "Why are you here sir?"

Dirk, it might be a good idea for you to say something that will let Alton know that you're not an opponent in need of stabbing

Yeah that would be a good idea hahah we don't want any blood feasts to be happening hahahaha just kidding.

Jirkin not thinking and becoming more paranoid by the second, seeing no traps, opens the door holding his quarterstaff and ready to cast a spell slowly creeps into the building. move sliently- 15+2=17 "He then whispers "Hello, is anyone here we mean no harm... " Jirkin takes off his mask. ".................." Jirkin walks toward whatever is in the cottage, then manages to remember that this "person" may be an enemy Hide- 8 +2=10 but sadly he trips blowing his cover and falls to the ground.

Jirkin cautions as he looks behind him to make sure that there is no creaures or evil around. [spot 14+3=17] Jirkin follows the others

18+3=21, initative of Jirkin

DM Mothman wrote:

From the mouth of the clearing, which is some twenty yards across and roughly circular in shape, a small cottage can be seen resting towards the far side of the clearing. The cottage is made of stone, roughly stacked but sturdy looking, with ivy and wild rose growing up its side. The roof of the cottage is steeply pitched, and clad in weathered timber shingles, with heavy wooden shutters pulled closed over the windows. It would be an idyllic scene, made more pleasant by the tinkle of running water from somewhere behind the cottage, if not for a few details. No smoke curls from the cottage’s tall stone chimney, and a vegetable garden between the path...

Laithe immediately moves just off the path, where he is in some cover from trees and undergrowth. He motions with his left hand for the others to approach, and then turns momentarily, lifting his finger to his lip for silence.

Turning quickly back to the clearing he scans for any further sign of movement and strains his ears to see if he can determine what it is he hears.

spot check 10 + 6 = 16, listen 10 + 6 = 16 (a day of average rolling it seems!

As the others approach, but without turning he whispers "There is something up ahead, inside the cottage. We should proceed with caution - what do you think? If anyone is adept at sneaking forward to gain a closer look, we could cover you from here while you get into position? Otherwise I can assume a different shape and head in for a look?"

Still watching the clearing closely, he awaits a reply.

Jirkin whispers, "i can't move that quietly, so whoever is quieter should see what "thing" is in the cottage, or if no one is able to be quiet you should change shape."

I agree" Jirkin nods his head, also we head into the forest Jirkin looks around to find anything out of place, Search 10+3=13

" I guess there is nothing stange here...i hope."

Jirkin follows the party ready for anything to happen.

As we begin to walk Jirkin speaks "I must caution to everyone that when we are in the forest that the Magi, are a danerous group. I was kiddnapped and forced to learn their dark ways,i was able to escape. This is why i wear this mask, to hide myself from them and to soon take my revenge for what they did to the family nameSorry if this was random for me to bring up, just thought the group should know....but right now i am going to leave that aside right now, Jirkin puts on his mask. and i am sorry to tell you a part of my history that no one else has heard for i know some of you were wondering why i was wearing this mask, this is the reason."

Alton Hilltopple wrote:

I think that either one of us should stay here or that we should ask this Dras person to keep an eye on events here in Barg while we go into the Dimwood. It is my hope that this 'Valley of Snails' is not in fact inhabited by either large quantities of snails or very large snails.

I think we already indicated our intention to Mothman to get Dras, or one of his relatives to keep an eye on town events for us (or even Troy, if he is temporarily out of the game). My feeling is that Mothman can simply tell us who we found to be our eyes in the village, without roleplaying the encounter. Given how much Keildrithe dominated the NPC interaction up to date, I think we should just get things moving on toward Gosia's cottage... what do the rest of you think?

i agree

sorry i haven't been replying, i got alot of work today

"For every choice there is a conseqncesorry i can't spell today, make your choice carefully, for not our lifes are in danger,but an innocent woman who deserves better than just being locked up in a ceil, we should set foot toward the woods now. Jirkin waits to see what everyone else is going to do. "And remember if we fail this, we will be the madmen,but if we are successful then we will be honored!" Jirkin then checks his spellbook scamming the pages then putting it back in his pack.

I stay in the shadows until all of my companions emerge from the constabulary and then sheath my weapons and join them. I say "What did she tell you? Did she suggest a place to start an investigation? Where do we go from here?"

Could someone please tell Alton what Gosia said? I couldn't understand the language.

jirkin repeat to Alton what has happened.

Keildrithe Oldsun wrote:

My last set of questions to the Inquisitor could include a request for healing for Gosia -- specifically for your services, if this is what you would like me to ask for. Then again, given how unpopular Laithe's brand of faith is with the Artonites... perhaps we should go with a community member (unless you make use of non-magical healing)? Your call...

I only have a cure minor wounds (i.e. +1 hp) at the moment anyway, so it would primarily be non-magical healing. I do agree it might not be a great idea to openly use magic in front of the artonites, but I could tend to her non-magically and maybe subtely work in some magical healing?

Mothman, would it be possible to work in the minor cure spell without it being obvious that magic has been used?

Yeah i wish i took some healing spells too i am stupid will there is always 2nd level.

Jirkin makes a listen check to see if he can hear the conversation going on inside Listen 19(yahoo!)+3=22

If check works Jirkin stomps on foot on the ground( because he has never learned any healing spells, and also of why Gosia was sentenced "Guilty." "They call themselves... oh nevermind!"

As I was afraid would happen, I am going to have much less time online at my next assignment, coming up in about 5 days. I probably won't be able to continue in game. I hope you find a decent replacement for Troy, and I'll read what you've accomplished when I can. Thanks for the fun!

Its not fair, We will miss you and Troy

Jirkin Faluen the Tenth wrote:

DM Mothman wrote:

The guards who remain outside stand on the opposite side of the doorway to where Laithe and Jirin wait (in the confusion at the doorway, Alton slips away into the shadows, out of sight of all but the most astute observer).

The guards stand to attention, weapons sheathed but hands positioned so as to draw them at a moments notice. They occasionally glance at Jirkin and Laithe with barely concealed looks of distaste.

As the guards glance at them Jirkin says, "um... sir what is the matter?"

One of the guards mutters "breed" half under his breath. You think you hear the other whisper something about "sorcerers" but you can't be sure.

Jirkin closes his eyes trying to hold his anger in, saying nothing Jirkin opens his eyes claming his anger staring at the guard that replied to him in a mutter. "I see." Jirkin says

Can I hear this from outside?

Yes

The guards who remain outside stand on the opposite side of the doorway to where Laithe and Jirin wait (in the confusion at the doorway, Alton slips away into the shadows, out of sight of all but the most astute observer).

The guards stand to attention, weapons sheathed but hands positioned so as to draw them at a moments notice. They occasionally glance at Jirkin and Laithe with barely concealed looks of distaste.

As the guards glance at them Jirkin says, "um... sir what is the matter?"

Jirkin nods, Jirkin takes off the mask...and places it in his pack.Then making sure that the guard are arn't planing a sneak attack or a trapListen=11+3=14(this is for the last post i posted when Jirkin was listening for the whistle) and Spot=16+3=19

Apologies again for my tardiness gents – we’ll pick up as Keildrithe, Troy (and possibly Alton?) are entering the constabulary.

Entering the constabulary through the low doorway, you see a small room containing a long wooden desk and a few hard looking wooden chairs. Hanging on the walls around the stone walled room are various items including a shield bearing the Baron’s coat of arms over two crossed shortswords, a framed verse of Artonite scripture, and several sconces containing currently unlit torches.

Behind the desk, a small, cluttered office can be viewed through an open doorway at the far end of the room. In the same wall is a closed heavy, iron bound oak door with a small barred viewing window in it, and an arched opening which leads to a short, shadowed corridor.

The two soldiers guide Gosia to one of the chairs, pulling it to the centre of the room, and partially undo the bindings holding her hands, tying them expertly to the back of the chair. The female soldier hesitates, seeming unsure as to whether to take the gag from her mouth.

One of the brown uniformed constables enters the room, just behind you a short, rotund, Atuscan looking man, with a harried expression. He heads to the desk and begins clearing papers, glancing up at you as he does so.

Outside the building, only a few people are left in the rapidly clearing square – including the Inquisitor and his two guards, who stroll after you towards the constabulary at a slower pace.

As the group talks outside the doorway, he stops several paces away, waiting with a slightly amused expression curling his lip. Once it has been decided who is entering the building, he starts forward again, heading towards the still open doorway, whilst his guards look ready to take up positions outside along with Jirkin and Laithe. The men stare curiously at Jirkin’s unmasked face, then one of them gasps and makes a rapid star-sign in the air before his face as he notices the points of Jirkin’s half elven ears.

The Inquisitors attention...

Jirkin puts his mask back on nerviously hand shakingJirkin whispers to Laithe "I have a bad feeling, Laithe, i have many reasons for wearing this mask and i don't plan to tell you now,but i have a feeling that i just got myself in danger." Jirkin looks at the ground "...I am sorry..." Jirkin then stares at the building, twitchs, then waits for a whistle to come out of the jail.

Laithe Greycoat wrote:

"I don't think the task of clearing Gosia's name is impossible, but I do think he will do all he can to make sure we don't succeed."

"Agreed," says Keildrithe to Laithe.

Keildrithe places his beldach back into his pack as he approaches the constabulary, and leaves the pack along the wall beside Laithe. "You would not mind keeping an eye on this, friend Laithe, while I enter the constabulary? My beldach is precious to me, for it has been handed down from generation to generation by the hedilye in my family. I do not wish to chance that the authorities would try to confiscate it from me."

He then proceeds to slide his dagger inside his coat of armour, against his side and halfway down his torso. "Ah, this is awkward, but, just in case...".

Then, to the party: "I believe it is my responsibility to enter the constabulary. As a resident of these parts for some years, I have more knowledge of the local factions and politics, and even of Gosia's place in the community... this should be helpful while questioning her. I have asked that Troy accompany me, for, in my opinion, the guards and priests are less likely to trouble him or to feel threatened by him, since he appears to be (no offense intended, friend) naught but a simple highwayman. Given that I am the one against whom they will hold the strongest grudge at this point in time, I do not think it necessary to risk the lives or freedom of all my newfound companions, who may adhere to faiths or arcane practices that may be offensive to the Artonites. I would, however, feel more secure knowing that there are two or three persons staying behind, with "unusual talents," to bail us out in case of trouble...

"Of course, you are all free men, free to decide your own courses of action... these are but my thoughts.... So? Who shall enter, and who shall stay? Laithe and Troy have already spoken... what of the rest of ye?"

Keildrithe's gaze wanders from Alton to Jirkin...

Jirkin picks up his mask that was on the grounds puts it back on answering "I guess that means i will stay outside, just whistle of you need help in there."

It may be time to take things into our own hands, in order to draw out the elusive DM...

Alton, help Troy ransack the temple. Keildrithe, see what you and Jirkin can do about creating havoc in the tavern.

Just kidding, of course...

ohhhh no fair, i wanted to scare the people with my spell, slient image to make it look like someone else was the witch,but i don't think it would work.

Mothman... I think I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms... ;-)

Same here

I think we're getting ahead of ourselves... perhaps we should allow Mothman to post some descriptions of the constabulary/jail cell before we start asking questions? We don't even know if there are soldiers in the room with us, etc... And I guess that no one chose to stay behind as rear guard/rescue party in case of treachery by the authorities? Oh well...

Sorry, i will hold what i said before, thanks.

"Would you know who this witch is? or do you know where this witch has a hideout?
Jirkin looks straight into her eyes to see when she answers that she is answering honstly,(Sense Motive (Untrained)- 14+2=16

Keildrethe Oldsun wrote:

Looking at Alton:

"I am surprised to find one of the small folk in Barg, and am quite certain that we have not met. I am Keildrithe Oldsun, son of Greineathe the Peacemaker. You are either brave or foolish to come to Barg, little one, for these days the Artonites are as likely to burn your kind as they are to burn witches..."

Perhaps, but Fortune has favored me so far and I generally pass as a simple entertainer. Besides, if they decided to try to burn me at the stake I would take a few a them with me. I'm good a tgetting out of unfortunate situations.

I follow Laithe into the constabulary. Keeping the Inquisitor in sight as long as possible. "He will betray us. I think that we fill end up in battle with him before this is over."

"I would agree with you Alton, i would be burned too." Jirkin looks at the celing This reminds me of a place i was taken to. How happy i am not to be there any more,those idiot... oh um sorry i guess my tougue sliped. [ooc] Jirkin then looks at the ceil where the woman is being held, "Hello there," Jirkin says kindly to the woman,

Keildrithe Oldsun wrote:

Keildrithe keeps pace with the others...

"Are you well, friend Greycoat? Something seems to trouble you... I heartily agree that we cannot trust an Inquisitor, but I suspect he will do nothing to us now. I propose to enter the Constabulary, with one of you... while the others stay behind should treachery be brewing within the 'halls of law and order'... What think you of this? Troy, would you accompany me? "

Troy glances at the others, and then nods to Keildrithe. "I'd be happy to." After all, he throught to himself, the girl was rather pretty, apart from whatever beatings she had endured at the hands of these 'good' men. Perhaps if he made a good impression she would feel indebted to him. The lanky human smiled and swaggered just a bit as they followed the guards toward the building.

If Keildrithe's advice is taken, Troy follows inside, keeping a wary eye on the guards. He'll then maneuver for the best position to speak with Gosia.

Jirkin follows his members going in to the jail cell, not wearing his mask, As Jirkin enter the jail cell he gets a chill going down his spine, reminding him of how his family was tortured for being wisards. "This is terrible, i think my task can wait later we must help her."

The brown robed priest smiles – it is not a pleasant smile in any way. He gestures to three of the soldiers, who join him as he walks to within a few yards of where your small group stands. The crowd of villagers filing towards the church give him and his escort a wide berth.

“So, the five of you will stand for the woman,” he states, eyes hooded. You catch a glimpse of his crooked, yellowing teeth as he speaks.

“Yes, of course you may speak to her, I would not wish to hamper your investigation in any way. But of course, you understand my concern. If – if – I am right and she is indeed a foul witch, we would not want her bewitching the good citizens of this place, would we? You may speak to her back in her cell, for the safety of all, including yourselves. No, no, do not be concerned, we shall not attempt to detain you, you may come and go as you wish, you have my word.” He eyes your weapons, amused. “Besides, I am sure you would put in a good showing should anyone attempt any foul play.”

Behind him, two of the guards are already escorting the limping woman back towards the constabulary.

Jirkin heads in the back making sure that the guuards don't plan a surprize attack, Jirkin now takes off his mask, showing an F on the left side of his cheek of his face

Laithe now leaves the entrance of the pub and moves over to where the group stands. He reaches out and clasps Keildrithe by the arm - "that was some performance" he says "if all my bumbling efforts at getting my message through to people only reached one person, I'm glad it was you".

He turns to Jirkin and holds out his hand, introducing himself "I am Laithe. If you are willing to help in our efforts to vindicate Gosia, then I thank you. We can use all the help we can get."

At the sound of Troy's voice, addressing the priest, Laithe turns with him, standing by his side and folding his arms, adding silent support.

Jirkin looks at Laithe's hand, then shakes it, looks to be laughter on Jirkin's face "I am Jirkin"

Alton Hilltopple wrote:

So we have a week to find the real killer?

Looks that way!

I'll wait for Laithe and Keildrithe to react to events before advancing things much further - but the introductions do seem a good idea at this point!

If i get ahead of myself just tell me to stop

I look somewhat less suspicious, although I still ask "Why did you conceal your name?"

"The Faluens is not a good name to have right now, my family has too many rumors in it... bad rumors that i plan to seek out more information on. I will tell you more later on, that is unless you want to hear about my whole life story...but i can't say it in an open area, or i will be the one up here.(the square where the burning was about to happen) I will be glad to help find the real witch and i may be able to find some answers too."

Oh, and thanks for the kind words about this scenario! Im glad you like it.

This campagin rock!!!!

I take my hands off of the hilts of my weapons and walk to where my companions are standing. Hearing 'Roy Jenkin' introduce himself I become a little suspicious, theres something about his face and voice that tells me he isn't being entirley honest. "I prefer to know the real names of those with whom I adventure. Tell us 'Roy Jenkin' what is your real name. I am not one who appreciates being lied to." Once again my hands are resting on the hilts of my weapons.

Yes my action remains the same. Sense Motive 13 (10+3).)

Jirkin looks at the ground, "um... i..i guess you found me out,"[ooc] only can see the right side of his face frowning. Jirkin then looks around as if he were looking for someone.Jirkin then whispers so only the people he wants to hear his name "People call me Jirkin Faluen" He picks his head up to see if anyone was watching him or if they could ear him. Listen (untrained)3+16=19, Spot(untrained)3+13=16

Jirkin wrote:

Jirkin then walks up to the people(Troy and Alton)

Actually you walk up to Troy and Keildrithe. I come over from by the platform after you come up to Troy and Keildrithe.

sorry

Jirkin then walks up to the people(Troy and Alton)

Good job you two, i see you did very well in helping that poor woman, People call me..." Jirkin pauses for a second. bluff=7 (8+ -1) "My name is Roy Jinkins"

My understanding is that Troy (and Jirkin, but he hasn't met him yet) stand between Keildrithe and the pyre, perhaps 30' away from Keildrithe... would this be a reasonable estimate?

correct, Jirkin watches knowing that if he does something it will blow his cover, because soon he would be the one being burned, and everyone in this villiage or town knows of the Faluens family, but Jirkin stands out from the crowd.

Jirkin Faluen the Tenth wrote:

Jirkin walks up toward where the woman is about to be burn i forgot to say and put in my items, he is wearing a mask Jirkin says to himself quietly " She doesn't deserve this... what do i do! Jirkin raise your family honor...no

The three guards rush past your temporary hiding place into a street to the south, searching for the source of the “fire” without seeing you.

You slip into the crowd, making your way towards the front and the pyre. A few people start and recoil at your mask (what does it look like?), but most are too intent on proceedings to pay you much attention.

Jirkin's mask covers the left part of his face. The mask is White, with black lines(paint) coming out of the left eye of the mask, the mask looks like it is laughting or smiling.

Jirkin walks up toward where the woman is about to be burn i forgot to say and put in my items, he is wearing a mask Jirkin says to himself quietly " She doesn't deserve this... what do i do! Jirkin raise your family honor...no sorry if that sounds werid, Jirkin usally talks to himself a lot also

Jirkin Faluen the Tenth wrote:

Here are my prepared spells

0- read magic, detect magic, Ghost sound
1st-magic missle

Ok cool, do you want to go ahead and cast Ghost Sound as you described earlier then?

Oh, and you have a bonus first level spell too, so can prepare one more.

I think i will cast ghost sound and also for first level for my bonus spell is disguise self.

Here are my prepared spells
0- read magic, detect magic, Ghost sound
1st-magic missle

Jirkin walks away from the crowed making sure he is not seen,but not too far away from the crowdspot=18(untrained)and casts ghost sound(30ft) Making the sound of a woman who has just lost her sanity screaming. Jirkin then making sure that he is not found to be the culprit of this trick and hides in the shadows Hide= 16

i forgot to put in my items that Jirkin is also wearing a wooden mask

Sorry Arik is for another campaign i am in a rush sorry again

Wherever one might happen to be in the village on this brisk yet sunny morning, it would be hard to miss the commotion. However, the astute observer would notice the undercurrent of tension beneath the almost festive atmosphere – not everyone is happy about the anticipated event.

Here a young mother holds her bright eyed baby tightly to her, weeping quietly. There, two old farmers argue heatedly, looking about to come to blows. Here and there amongst the conversations and busyness are grim, set or sad faces.

It also appears that there is some confusion about when events are due to commence. Rumors ripple through the crowd. It will begin in ten minutes; it will begin in an hour. They are awaiting the arrival of the Baron; the Baron is not attending. There has been a problem with the condemned. They are waiting for the Artonite priest to finish his meditations.

Despite the contradictory rumors, the crowd is expectant – things are sure to begin soon.

Please describe where your characters are, what they are doing, and how they are reacting to events.

Jirkin looks at the ground angry of what has happened and doesn't make a sound then he says to himself "is that the woman that i have to give the scroll to? spotcheck 18(untrained)

Jirkin Faluen the Tenth wrote:

here is my avatar

Cool AWED.

I'm still awaiting your updated character sheet...?

just sent it

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