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"You wanna take me down? Come and get me." Urthona snarls, his eyes go red. His sword leaps out against the one in front of him and he makes a small step to the side to free the entrance up. As he makes eye contact with Shagraat, Urthona winks an eye at him and grins.
Urthona gets up from the table and tries to position himself between the Wands and the others to cover them.
Urthona tries to point out people that are useful talking to... (Aid Another in Gather Information) (1d20-1=16)
Urthona drops his crossbow and draws his longsword. With a snarl he tries to take down the first sahuagin, that gained foothold directly in front of him. "Raaaahhhh."
Urthona picks up his crossbow and fires at a sahuagin not yet engaged in hand-to-hand combat (if that is not the case, the one Shagraat has clawed).
Search; Listen (1d20=11, 1d20=5) Urthona lets his sword swish through the air. [i]Time to earn our keep. Ah hope we will have some more afterwards.[i]
Urthona is not feeling well.... but the swaying of the ship has stopped. "No wind." he says to the others and points to the calm sea.
Urthona takes a long pause. "Dunno much 'bout that, Andrei... 'Twas taken from us 'bout 120 Years ago during th'height o'the pursuit, one o'the most prized relics, hidden within a peaceful shifter village named Mournleaf. What has happened te it after th'raid Ah don't know and the village was completely burnt t'the ground."
"Th' duties of yer church are enough, Andrei. Ye don't need to risk yer neck just te please yer dad. Risk it fer the sake of duty itself. That should do. Me, Ah was foretold a biiigg destiny, cause Ah was born as the seventh of the seventh and Ah dunno how many more sevenths. That's why the druids took me in when mah parents got killed. But th'pressure it puts upon ye, th'expectation from your elders, it seemed impossible just to make anythin' right in their eyes. Take yer own measure of it, set yerself targets ye can accomplish, and nevah stop tryin'. That brought me further in a few months than any teachin' of mah druid fathers fer years and years."
"Mah druid fathers called it 'The Bowl of Souls', a simple wooden bowl measuring about 2 handwidths. The lore's that it contains the wisdom an' knowledge of our ancestors. But Ah've no clue, what it does exactly. Ah think they just wanted te get rid off me... sendin' me on a quest they knew Ah'd never complete. But Ah owe it te them, te try at least te find it. They took me in, brought me up, tried te teach me the way of the forest and the power of nature. But mah impatience never let me grasp the way of nature an' its powers. Not that they didn't try. Meditation, dream wanderin', fastin' fer weeks, bleedin', smokin' mushrooms, that was great, lashins and many other ways te open mahself up t'the wisdom and tranquility of nature. Nothin' worked. Were really desperate the last year or so. Caught some talk 'bout a conjection when even mah fathers got hectic. And then they sent me away. Guess Ah was a failure after all. 'Tleast in their eyes..."
Urthona is totally oblivious to all this fuzz about him. He wants a place, where he can put his new gear, a place to sleep and shrugs at the inquisitive nature of his colleagues. If it is what they were hired for, it is what they were hired for. He walks over to a crew mate and asks, "Where can ah put mah stuff? Where can ah get somthin t'eat an' where can ah sleep?"
"Ah don't want money from th'church. Just what belongs t'mah tribe. Got taken away hundred'n'fity years ago during the Purge. But we ain't no lycantropes, not then, not now. 'Tis just a bowl. Sure, a magic bowl, but just a bowl none'th'less. Made from wood, 'tis darkwood, but somehow glowing from within. Th'Elders say, contains spirits o'the Ancestors. That's why it's magical."
Spoiler:
"Then Watch need t'learn t'recognize it, when it's right in front of ye. Truth need t'repeat itself? Told truth. Alidaber's lying low. Fears fer her life. Time fer meeting's over. Knows we got caught or worse. If we'd have access to a fireball, d'ye think we'd not have flattened those guys in front of the shoppe? Instead we reasoned an'tried t'stop the fire. Ye can ask the Minotaur 'bout our story in the casino. We'd have killed the guards, if we'd been sent te kill that halfling. No witnesses. Just wanted an answer, but casino guy got killed by Shadow assassin, before we could ask her. I got her in a bear hug, but she escaped, but I felt some paddings where men don't need protection, ye know what I mean? And museum? Drow combusted into flame when dying in museum. Left nuthin'. Guards got killed by spiked chains. Got some scratches myself from those. Were healed. But see here on armor." Urthona shows them the scratches the spiked chains made on his armor. "Ah hate those things. Scratched me up good."
Spoiler:
"Name's Urthona. Ah'm runnin' a messenger service, fast as Ah'm. But I was seeking other job. Then word got 'round 'bout an expedition to Xen'drik. Some professor at the Morgrave University. Meeting was in the museum last night. Professor was killed by some drows and a giant. Stole some statue, too. We got out trying t'find out why we got ambushed. Tried t'get notes from professor's house, someone bet us to it. Student named Varen. Tried to find him and followed the lead to this halfling in the casino. Led us to a private gladiator area. They tried to sic a mino on us. But we freed Gaz and escaped the trap. Casino boss got killed by a shadowcloaked assassin, prob'ly female elf, 'fore we got t'his office, but lost a ledger with info on her escape. Then asked about Varen where he lived. Lady let us in and we found some paper signed Harmal 'bout an appointment t'travel t'Stormreach. Figured out this guy Harmal could give us more info. Got to the shop, found him dead, triggered this friggin trap. These Thrane people were trying to bring us down, while we reasoned to stop the burning, attacked us anyway. We fought back, but didn't hurt anyone seriously. Then ye guys came from ev'rywhere.. end of story. Tried not t'get involved with th'watch, cause they'd prob'ly not believe us anyway....and now ah'm in deep s%%*, right? And if Ah ain't, where's mah sword?"
Urthona is waiting for the attack of the Thrane, that stepped to him to club him down and swings his longsword to show him the error of his actions. Readied attack; longsword damage (1d20+6=12, 1d8+3=7) The swing goes wide as he is distracted because Mirra is also attacked.
Urthona goes once through the shop, but his eyes reveal nothing interesting, at least to him. So he again takes up his guarding position at the entrance.
Urthona looks through all this written stuff. He clearly has no notion, what it is all about. "Perhaps you should look here. If Ah'd place anythin' important in this mess, would be there."
Urthona is still stunned by the amount of money he has been entitled to. Five... hundred... gold... pieces... That is more than double than the levy of a whole village for a year. What has he gotten himself into... it seems almost criminal... and they haven't even begun their real quest. His mind is reeling.
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