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Once everyone has their characters finished and approved, this is where we'll begin.

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Warforged Gardener wrote:
Once everyone has their characters finished and approved, this is where we'll begin.

All right, I think we've waited long enough to start. Some of you haven't put your characters on Myth-Weavers yet or finished your backgrounds, but I have seen some version of all characters.

I'd like each of you to write a brief post showing where your characters are in Sasserine and what you're doing.

Spoiler:
Also, go to Epic Words and sign up for the campaign there using the passcode ahoy. The campaign site will have some additional information as I get a chance to post it and has its own messaging system, which will come in handy.


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

The site keeps plugging my username into the email field and vice versa, giving me errors

ok finally got it working.


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

Fresh off his win and the moderate acclaim that has come with it, Ghirrak spends much of his time on the differnt training grounds sponsored by the Horns, honing his skills.

He occasionally visits one of the many taverns in the Champions district and occasionally makes a visit to Aunt Kylie's.


Half Fiend Half Elf Druid 8| HP 94/94| AC 22 (25), FF 19 (22), Touch 14| Fo +10 Re +5 Wi +12; SR 20| Init +3| Percep +23, Darkvision 60', Low-Light Vision| Wildshape 3/3, Destructive Smite 9/9

Bryson pretty much wanders around the city people watching. He'll sometimes involve himself in the events that happen around him though. He has a rather high perception and will sometimes notice things that others would rather he not, especially in shadowshore, and that could get him into trouble.


Male Human Rogue 1
Bryson Deepwinter wrote:
Bryson pretty much wanders around the city people watching. He'll sometimes involve himself in the events that happen around him though. He has a rather high perception and will sometimes notice things that others would rather he not, especially in shadowshore, and that could get him into trouble.

This could have been the perfect background for Sneaky rescuer but a 2 side dice chose for a possent half-orc... who knows perhaps you could have both worked together... perhaps you could have known each other on that circumstance...


Male Dwarf Shielded Fighter 5

During this leisurely day, Dgrim succeeds his visit to the Museum of Mayhem by heading to Three Dwarves Digging. There, he orders a mug of strong, fine brew and recounts, in his own head, his tour of the museum. After being withdrawn in thought for some time, Dgrim starts to look around the tavern for a game or contest of some sort.


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

This fine evening Ghirrak takes his friend "Sneaky" on another tavern gauntlet. While the man can definitely drink and seems to enjoy the tavern scene quite a bit, there is another motive.

Ghirrak observes the different crowds, searching for someone to show some kind of recognition for his amnesiac friend, Someone had done a pretty decent job of trying to drain the man of blood, and Ghirrak had a nagging suspicion they wouldn't be to happy to see him alive and well.

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Bryson Deepwinter wrote:
Bryson pretty much wanders around the city people watching. He'll sometimes involve himself in the events that happen around him though. He has a rather high perception and will sometimes notice things that others would rather he not, especially in shadowshore, and that could get him into trouble.

In Shadowshore, Bryson notices an elderly halfling woman who seems out of place. The halfling wears shoes, which is uncommon enough, and tufts of gray hair growing from her ears, as though the foot hair her shoes are concealing has migrated out of spite. The elderly halfling approaches Bryson and holds out a piece of folded parchment for him to take.

The note says:

Spoiler:
Greetings, noble druid. My name is Lavinia Vanderboren, and I humbly request your attendance at dinner at my estate on Festival Street and Blue Skink Lane tomorrow evening. Your courageous protection of the harbormaster's daughter is known to me and I have great need of someone with your bravery and skill. I think that I can present you with an opportunity uniquely suited to your talents. Please inform the carrier of this letter of your response to this invitation, and I hope to be speaking to you soon!

-Lavinia

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Dgrim Urnidukr wrote:
During this leisurely day, Dgrim succeeds his visit to the Museum of Mayhem by heading to Three Dwarves Digging. There, he orders a mug of strong, fine brew and recounts, in his own head, his tour of the museum. After being withdrawn in thought for some time, Dgrim starts to look around the tavern for a game or contest of some sort.

An elderly halfling woman with a gap-toothed smile seats herself next to Dgrim and offers her arm, as if to wrestle. She's small and feisty, so it's unclear whether the offer is genuine or merely an attempt to be playful.

If Dgrim does wrestle her, treat it as an opposed strength check and make your roll. Hers is 6, but makes a serious effort to challenge him despite her small, wiry frame.

The halfling gives him a wink, then removes a folded piece of parchment from her shirt and hands it to Dgrim.

The note reads:

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Master Urnidukr, my name is Lavinia Vanderboren. Your family has long been cordial with mine, and I have been very impressed with the work you've done to restore Sasserine to her former beauty. I humbly request your attendance at dinner at my estate on Festival Street and Blue Skink Lane tomorrow evening. I think that I can present an opportunity uniquely suited to your martial abilities, as well as your intellect. Please inform the carrier of this letter of your response to this invitation, and I hope to be speaking to you soon.

-Lavinia

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Ghirrak Ironfist wrote:

This fine evening Ghirrak takes his friend "Sneaky" on another tavern gauntlet. While the man can definitely drink and seems to enjoy the tavern scene quite a bit, there is another motive.

Ghirrak observes the different crowds, searching for someone to show some kind of recognition for his amnesiac friend, Someone had done a pretty decent job of trying to drain the man of blood, and Ghirrak had a nagging suspicion they wouldn't be to happy to see him alive and well.

At first it seems as though the furry-eared halfling woman recognizes Sneaky. She's certainly studying him with the scrutiny of a moneylender examining an imperfect coin, but then she turns her narrow eyes to Ghirrak and studies him with equal intensity. She nods to herself, sets her jaw, and then approaches the pair.

"For both of you," the halfling says, holding up a piece of folded parchment.

It reads:

Spoiler:
Greetings, Mr. Ironfist. My name is Lavinia Vanderboren, and I humbly request your attendance(and that of your companion) at dinner at my estate on Festival Street and Blue Skink Lane tomorrow evening. Your recent victory in the arena and your reputation for helping others tells me that you are just the man I'm looking for. I think that I can present you with an opportunity uniquely suited to your talents and perhaps even the talents of your friend, if he's well enough. Please inform the carrier of this letter of your response to this invitation, and I hope to be speaking to you soon!

-Lavinia


Bindleplotz is tinkering around in one of the local blacksmithys, in exchange for rigging up a better bellows system, he was to cast a set of 20 alchemical silver musket balls, which he's just finished.

Jolly good Puposaur, time for a puff of the ole pipeweed

Don't have the ST players guide with me, so I can't give an exact location, feel free to tell me what smithy I'm in.


Half Fiend Half Elf Druid 8| HP 94/94| AC 22 (25), FF 19 (22), Touch 14| Fo +10 Re +5 Wi +12; SR 20| Init +3| Percep +23, Darkvision 60', Low-Light Vision| Wildshape 3/3, Destructive Smite 9/9

Bryson will for a time while trying to figure out who this could be. He thinks,
If it were the nobleman, the letter would have said so. It's probably someone that he told about the event in need of a bodyguard or something. I don't want to be a bodyguard. However, my coin purse is getting rather light.

"Tell this Lavinia that I will attend. One thing though, could you give me directions?"


Male Dwarf Shielded Fighter 5

Dgrim wrinkles his brow at the halfling, but accepts the challenge and promptly slams his opponent's hand into the table. He begins to chuckle, halting when presented to the note. "What's this about?" he casually asks as he reads it.

"Hmmm..." Dgrim looks at the messenger and tells her, "Tell the Lady I'll be there, alright?"


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

Intrigued Ghirrak looks over the note and show it to Sneaky.

"Well, this is different. Gettin' invited to dinner by some lesser noble and most likely an offer to do some job. I'd figure something dirty but I just don't get that feelin' y'know."


Bindlplotz sits outside the Smith's Guildhall, puffing ever so gently on his pipe Ye want a puff Puposaur? mebbe I shoulda named you Puffosaur, with as much as y'like the pipeweed, but, you chewed up me last pipe, so none fer you t'day...I'll have t'make you yer own pipe. A nice Adamantine one...HAH! Jolly Good! Bindlplotz guffaws as he scratches Puposaur's jowls.


Male Human Rogue 1
Ghirrak Ironfist wrote:

Intrigued Ghirrak looks over the note and show it to Sneaky.

"Well, this is different. Gettin' invited to dinner by some lesser noble and most likely an offer to do some job. I'd figure something dirty but I just don't get that feelin' y'know."

Sneaky looks at his friend Ghirrak... he unintentionally passes a hand on a deep scar that departs from above his cheek and ends at the end of his neck...

"Friend" he says "I believe that for me this could be an opportunity to remember something of my past... I am tired to see in every look I meet that of a possible assassin"


Female Human Cleric 6 {HP: 37 /37 AC: 21}

Annie sighed and wiped her hair out of her eyes as she walked back toward the kitchen. She considered cutting her haid short again - it was just too hot in the Parrot with long hair, and it wouldn't stay tamed when she tied it back. She glanced over her shoulder out the grimy window to the west, and squinted. It was getting bright - the day was wearing on. It would be good to end her shift for the night. Business was still greater than usual, but it was finally beginning to peter out - nearly back down to normal levels. While the increased tips were nice, the higher volume of customers left her with tired muscles and sore feet by the end of the day.

She also was hoping for people to begin to find topics of interest other than "the fight". She was still uncomfortable and unsure of her newly discovered abilities, and her inability to get time off to talk to someone she trusted about them left her feeling nervous and jumpy, as if other strange powers would explode out of her if she wasn't careful. She also hadn't seen any sign of Penkus. He was usually here all the time. She hadn't spent the gold he'd given her - gold! - it still made her nervous and uncomfortable. Hopefully he'd come back sometime. She wanted to give the gold back - she wasn't sure what it had been for, and her experience with her mother made her hesitate to owe anyone anything.

Annie accepted two ready mugs of watered down ale with a quick smile and scooped out two bowls of thin but flavorful fish stew. One of the things she'd noticed was that she'd gained the ability to make the food and drink here fresh and pure. She'd done it for herself three days ago after finding some grit in the bottom of her ale, and had taken to going over the Parrot's food stores before the cook began preparing the food for the day. Compliments were pouring in, and Annie couldn't restrain a slow grin as she sauntered back out with the corner table's order. It sometimes seemed irreverent to use her little prayers for something so mundane, but Cayden Cailean appreciated fine drink as much as anyone, and what went better with a nice tankard of ale than fresh food?

As Annie set down her tray and bent forward to set out the food, her hair fell out from behind her ears again. She pocketed the small tip the laborers left with a murmured thanks and a sketched curtsy, then lightly danced away from the suddenly outstretched hand of one of the more vexing regulars of the Plucked Parrot as he reached for her. He shrugged and smiled good-naturedly as she wove her way back toward the bar and sat down her tray. A quick scan of the floor let her know she had a few seconds.

She took out the scarf in her hair and pulled her hair back again as it fell around her shoulders. The scarf's ragged unbound hem dropped threads that might tangle her hair, but she didn't have the time to fiddle with it again. Irritation rose up in her - her temper was so short lately! - and she grabbed her necklace inscribed with Cayden Cailean's symbol. Its sharp edges were softened by the scarf still in her hand as she sent a quick prayer out for patience - and a scarf that wouldn't run! A shout from the common room intruded on her little meditation and she jerked her head and opened her eyes. Someone held out an empty tankard above the crowded table by the door. Annie wrapped the scarf in her hand around her hair again and hoped it'd hold out of her eyes for another couple hours. Sharp eyes would have noticed that the ragged edge now appeared to be well hemmed. As she walked over to snag the tankard, two more joined it, and the door to the tavern began to open.

Annie sighed again. Great, more customers. Another busy night was ahead of her.


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

"Alright then."

Ghirrak looks at the halfling. "Tell your boss we'll be attendin'"

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Bindlplotz Cogwhistle wrote:
Bindlplotz sits outside the Smith's Guildhall, puffing ever so gently on his pipe Ye want a puff Puposaur? mebbe I shoulda named you Puffosaur, with as much as y'like the pipeweed, but, you chewed up me last pipe, so none fer you t'day...I'll have t'make you yer own pipe. A nice Adamantine one...HAH! Jolly Good! Bindlplotz guffaws as he scratches Puposaur's jowls.

A wizened halfling woman walks over to pet Puposaur, smiling sadly. "Oh my, what a pretty dog you are." She looks over at the gnome. "Had a pretty riding dog myself when I was a girl. Those were hard times under Palajian rule, hard times. Food was mighty scarce." She strokes the dog's side slowly, as if assessing the quality and quantity of meat on his ribs. She removes her hand from the dog and clears her throat. "If you be the gnome what shows off with that fancy noisemaker," the halfling says, nodding at the musket, "then I've got something for you from my mistress."

The halfling passes Bindlplotz a note and returns her attention to Puposaur, lips pursed as she murmurs, "Healthy weight..."

The note reads:

Spoiler:
Greetings to you, intrepid merchant. My name is Lavinia Vanderboren, and I humbly request your attendance at dinner at my estate on Festival Street and Blue Skink Lane tomorrow evening. Having seen your marvelous weapon demonstrated and heard tell of your hunting prowess, I must say I am very impressed. I believe that I can present you with an opportunity uniquely suited to your talents. Please inform the carrier of this letter of your response to this invitation, and I hope to be speaking to you soon!

-Lavinia


Tell yer mistress, I'll be attending, unlessen she be putting dog on the menu...

Ah, good, time to head to one of the local bathhouses and wash the soot o' the day away Bindlplotz thinks to himself.

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Gull Street Annie wrote:

She took out the scarf in her hair and pulled her hair back again as it fell around her shoulders. The scarf's ragged unbound hem dropped threads that might tangle her hair, but she didn't have the time to fiddle with it again. Irritation rose up in her - her temper was so short lately! - and she grabbed her necklace inscribed with Cayden Cailean's symbol. Its sharp edges were softened by the scarf still in her hand as she sent a quick prayer out for patience - and a scarf that wouldn't run! A shout from the common room intruded on her little meditation and she jerked her head and opened her eyes. Someone held out an empty tankard above the crowded table by the door. Annie wrapped the scarf in her hand around her hair again and hoped it'd hold out of her eyes for another couple hours. Sharp eyes would have noticed that the ragged edge now appeared to be well hemmed. As she walked over to snag the tankard, two more joined it, and the door to the tavern began to open.

Annie sighed again. Great, more customers. Another busy night was ahead of her.

To her surprise, it was merely an ancient-looking halfling woman at the door, hardly the rush of customers she'd been expecting. The halfling scanned the room, her eyes lighting when she saw Annie. She stepped away from the door and the loud table near it, trying to speak confidentially with Annie. "Gull Street Annie?" She slipped a folded piece of parchment into Annie's hand. "I'll be over by the bar when you're done."

The halfling marched over to the bar and climbed onto a wooden stool.

The note:

Spoiler:
Annie, my name is Lavinia Vanderboren. Rumors and stories say that you're something of a good luck charm to the people of Gull Street. Whether or not it's true, I have the utmost respect for you. My mother was a serving girl in her youth and if not for the kindness of a man who believed she was destined for more, my father, she might be one still and I might never have been born. I have never been more in need of luck--I would like to offer you a job. Please come to dinner at my estate on Festival Street and Blue Skink Lane tomorrow evening. I believe we can help each other. Please give your answer to the bearer of this note and I hope to see you soon.

-Lavinia


Female Human Cleric 6 {HP: 37 /37 AC: 21}
Warforged Gardener wrote:

[ I ]t was merely an ancient-looking halfling woman at the door, hardly the rush of customers she'd been expecting. The halfling scanned the room, her eyes lighting when she saw Annie. She stepped away from the door and the loud table near it, trying to speak confidentially with Annie. "Gull Street Annie?" She slipped a folded piece of parchment into Annie's hand. "I'll be over by the bar when you're done."

The halfling marched over to the bar and climbed onto a wooden stool.

Annie juggled the tankards she held until two were tucked under an arm and the last hung off her left index finger, allowing her to open and scan the note quickly. She stepped toward the bar, folding the note back up in order to have hands free to refill the tankards she held. She looked over the bar at the halfling woman. Even in one of the taller stools meant for little people her chin was barely above bar level.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Annie said with her friendliest "for customers" smile. "I'll just be a minute before I can give your note the attention it deserves. Can I get you anything while you wait?" She examined the woman in front of her as she filled the tankards, trying to keep the calculation going on behind her eyes off her face. Blue Skink - that was in Sunset. Nice digs. Annie wracked her brain any thoughts on if she'd heard of Livinia before, and what sort of clothes she should wear there - could wear there.

Her lips quirked in a wry grin, Annie dropped off the three tankards of ale. She could already tell, whether she thought of anything or not, she would be going. Her curiosity was piqued.

"Ma'am, are you sure you don't want anything?" Annie asked one more time as she again stepped behind the bar. She opened the note and looked it over once more, even though she already knew her decision. "I'll be accepting your mistress' invitation. You're welcome to order dinner, however, if you'd like." She tried to recall something of the airs her mother adopted, but she'd been living in Shadowshore too long to do much more than enunciate more clearly. As she waited for the woman's answer, she was already going over how she was going to ask for tomorrow night off during the supper hour in her head.

Spoiler:

Knowledge (local) to check if I know anything of Mistress VanderBoren: 1d20+3=14

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Bryson Deepwinter wrote:

Bryson will for a time while trying to figure out who this could be. He thinks,

If it were the nobleman, the letter would have said so. It's probably someone that he told about the event in need of a bodyguard or something. I don't want to be a bodyguard. However, my coin purse is getting rather light.

"Tell this Lavinia that I will attend. One thing though, could you give me directions?"

"Surely can," the old halfling says. "Just take a ferry down to the Merchant District and hop off on Blue Skink Lane--mind you, that's Blue Skink Lane, not Red Skink Lane. If you hop off at Red Skink Lane, you're on the wrong side of the canal. From there, just look for a three-story mansion with high gate walls. Can't miss it."

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Gull Street Annie wrote:


Annie juggled the tankards she held until two were tucked under an arm and the last hung off her left index finger, allowing her to open and scan the note quickly. She stepped toward the bar, folding the note back up in order to have hands free to refill the tankards she held. She looked over the bar at the halfling woman. Even in one of the taller stools meant for little people her chin was barely above bar level...

The halfling climbed off the stool. "Appreciate the offer, dear, but I'll be on my way. We'll be seein' you tomorrow night."

Spoiler:
Annie remembers hearing something about a ship fire that claimed the lives of two nobles. She thinks the name might have been Vanderboren, but she's not sure.

Anyone with knowledge skills or ample diplomacy(to Gather Information) is always welcome to roll for more information on Lavinia.


Male Human 1/Sorcerer

Elated and emboldened by his small but altruistic deed, Zommla saw the girl home and decided to continue patrolling the streets. He was down to the last of the money he took for himself after locking away his father's home forever and trying to forget it. He went back to the Azure District and walked down some of the darker streets.

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Since almost everyone has posted, we're going to move things along and let all of you post what, if anything, you do prior to arriving at the Vanderboren estate the following night. If some of you want to become acquainted before arriving at the mansion, that's all right as well.

As a further note, I will always answer Diplomacy(gather information) checks with something whenever they're made, even if it's just a local rumor that's probably unrelated to your current mission. It's just a little something I've always done in my games to help develop the world more.

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Zomm wrote:
Elated and emboldened by his small but altruistic deed, Zommla saw the girl home and decided to continue patrolling the streets. He was down to the last of the money he took for himself after locking away his father's home forever and trying to forget it. He went back to the Azure District and walked down some of the darker streets.

Someone fell into step behind him, keeping a generous distance at first but gradually drawing closer until Zommla had no choice but to turn around and acknowledge the little person. It was a halfling woman of considerable years, holding a folded piece of parchment for him to take.

"Don't know your name proper," the little woman said, "but I saw what you done for that barmaid. There's an address on that paper there. If you come by tomorrow night, 'round supper time, I think my mistress be offering you a job. You're just the sort she's lookin' for. Name's Kora Whistlegap. I work for Lady Lavinia Vanderboren. What do you say, mage?"


Female Human Cleric 6 {HP: 37 /37 AC: 21}

Annie put on her friendliest smile and most gregarious manner that evening as she spoke with the patrons about ship fires, tragedies with noble families, and anyone named Lavinia or Vanderboren. Whether her curiosity was piqued or not, it was only smart to find out all she could before the next evening. Forewarned was forearmed.

Spoiler:
Diplomacy to Gather information:1d20 + 7=18

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Gull Street Annie wrote:

Annie put on her friendliest smile and most gregarious manner that evening as she spoke with the patrons about ship fires, tragedies with noble families, and anyone named Lavinia or Vanderboren. Whether her curiosity was piqued or not, it was only smart to find out all she could before the next evening. Forewarned was forearmed.

** spoiler omitted **

One of the old-timers, Feldus Selvant, asked Annie to sit down for a spell. The quiet-spoken man was the caretaker of the Seeker's Lodge and even in his old age seemed to spend as much of his time adventuring abroad as looking after the lodge. He scratched the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "Verik and Larissa Vanderboren," the old man said, "were dear friends of the Seekers and great friends of mine. What happened to them..." He shook his head. "T'was a terrible tragedy, ain't no mistake. Was only a month ago it happened, both of 'em taken by that fire. It's just the kids left now, and that Vanthus...chills my blood to think of him lookin' affer his elder sister. I won't tell tales out of school, but that boy's been seen with some real low types about town, if you take my meanin', lass. Lavinia, she's a good girl. She don't deserve what happened to her parents...and come to that, her brother didn't deserve it neither. They were good folk."


Male Human 1/Sorcerer
Warforged Gardener wrote:
"Don't know your name proper," the little woman said, "but I saw what you done for that barmaid. There's an address on that paper there. If you come by tomorrow night, 'round supper time, I think my mistress be offering you a job. You're just the sort she's lookin' for. Name's Kora Whistlegap. I work for Lady Lavinia Vanderboren. What do you say, mage?"

Zommla takes the invitation with a flourish and bows

"Zommla Artrius at your service. I would be delighted to join your Lady for what is sure to be an enchanting meet."

With the comment about not knowing his name proper, Zommla puzzles for a moment if his secret is that evident and waits expectantly for a response.


Male Dwarf Shielded Fighter 5

Knowledge (1d20+3=8) -_-


Bindlplotz will head to Heinvar's Bathhouse, then head over to the Crimson Genie...for a lovely evening of pampering, at the hands of my new friend Janessa the half-janni. He'll rise late in the afternoon, go window shopping for the day, get some of the local fare, then head toward the Vanderboren Manor a bit early, waiting outside the manor for a while before dinner.

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Zomm wrote:
Warforged Gardener wrote:
"Don't know your name proper," the little woman said, "but I saw what you done for that barmaid. There's an address on that paper there. If you come by tomorrow night, 'round supper time, I think my mistress be offering you a job. You're just the sort she's lookin' for. Name's Kora Whistlegap. I work for Lady Lavinia Vanderboren. What do you say, mage?"

Zommla takes the invitation with a flourish and bows

"Zommla Artrius at your service. I would be delighted to join your Lady for what is sure to be an enchanting meet."

With the comment about not knowing his name proper, Zommla puzzles for a moment if his secret is that evident and waits expectantly for a response.

The halfling pinches the hair in her right ear between two fingers and twirls it, repeating the name to herself. "Zommla Artrius, Zommla Artius. Something familiar about that name. Not related to that wedding party that was lost at sea, are you?"

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Dgrim Urnidukr wrote:
Knowledge (1d20+3=8) -_-

Knowledge(local)?

Dgrim seems to recall something about a noble family called Vanderboren that lost a great deal of money on a sketchy investment involving dire ferrets and domesticated flumphs, but after thinking on it, he realizes that was a different noble family(and the domesticated flumphs turned out to be very popular in the Southlands).


Male Human 1/Sorcerer

"Why, something familiar leads to my family tragedy, yes. Unfortunately I am the last soul to remain of my clan.. T'is a sad tale to be sure...But I shan't bore you with the details. I cannot help but feel I'm needed in some other dark corner of this city, but I wouldn't dream of letting you wander home in these dark streets alone..."

Bluff check for info about his family:
1d20+7=11

(uhoh)

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Female Human Level 4 Bard

Feldus Selvant looked downcast. Annie reached out and put her hand over his. "I'm sorry to hear that, it's a very sad story. I'll keep it in mind, if I ever get the chance to help her."

Annie was glad to finish her shift that evening. It was surprisingly easy to get the evening off. The owner was in a good mood - probably because of the increased patronage of his tavern, and the extra coins he raked in. The small apartment she shared with three others girls wasn't luxurious, but it was comfortable, if cozy. And it was better than they would have been able to afford separately. As she curled up for a welcome rest, Annie decided she'd ask Sibby if she could borrow her bright blue skirt for the dinner. It wasn't fabricated of fine silks or velvets, but it was well made linen, and a very bright ahd happy color. Tomorrow might be a very exciting day.

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Zomm wrote:

"Why, something familiar leads to my family tragedy, yes. Unfortunately I am the last soul to remain of my clan.. T'is a sad tale to be sure...But I shan't bore you with the details. I cannot help but feel I'm needed in some other dark corner of this city, but I wouldn't dream of letting you wander home in these dark streets alone..."

Bluff check for info about his family:
1d20+7=11

(uhoh)

"I been in darker times than this when the Palajians ruled Sasserine," Kora says, her eyes narrowing a bit. She senses Zommra isn't telling the whole truth, but after a moment, shrugs it off and continues on her way. "Watch yerself now, sir. Dark corners be mighty dangerous places for heroic folk...that's why old Kora will be fine." She waves over her back as the shadows swallow her. "Be seeing you tomorrow night, mage."

Spoiler:
Sense Motive 22 for Kora Whistlegap. I'll make some rolls secretly, but as a rule I like rolling in the open.


Male Human Rogue 1

first of all Gratz everyone, especially the GM and Annie (two for all) for the wonderful threats... very good and enjoyable start... even if quite long for me to recovery all you wrote down

Sneaky looks at his friend Ironfist... "What you think of a tour of Shadowshore to close this long day? There you found me in that damn alley, it was about one week ago and I feel the need to understand something about my past... It's not curiosity... I feel a sense of danger in what happened... something that tell me next time it could be even worst... and I hope at least I'll not involve you into this if it will ever be..."

If Ironfist agrees:

Spoiler:
Diplomacy (Gather information) 1d20+3=12+3=15


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

"A sound idea if ever I heard one"

Sovereign Court

Ghirrak Ironfist wrote:
"A sound idea if ever I heard one"

Will the two of you be posting your tour of the city or should I give some highlights before we move on to dinner at the Vanderboren estate?

Sneaky:

Spoiler:
Your Gather Info result was sufficient to learn everything Annie learned about the Vanderborens.


Male Human Rogue 1
Warforged Gardener wrote:
Will the two of you be posting your tour of the city or should I give some highlights before we move on to dinner at the Vanderboren estate?

Sneaky and Ghirrak left the Fishlip’s Games heading through Harbor Way and passing by a big manor on their left side... The half-orc told the rogue that was the residence of the representative of Shadowshore on the Dawn Council, mainly a sort of bandit lord, Emil Dracktus... this name was completely new for Sneaky, but "which one was not after the incident?" he thought.

The rogue was trying to use all of his five senses in an effort to call out something from his damaged brain... sniffing the brackish of the docks, peeping the tired workers of the Trading Concern, touching a hull of an old boat under an old sign "It Still Floats", hearing the talks of the poor residents and even tasting on the tip of his tongue his wet finger just inserted in the sea water near The Plucked Parrot...

The rogue just gave a quick look inside one of the few tavern's windows. He noticed a very beautiful woman near the bar who was trying to fix her wonderful red hair with a scarf, her smile and two deeply blue eyes strongly struck the blank rogue mind... but what he pointed out finally to his friend was the old halfling woman they met before who was talking with the girl...

The two friends finally decided to don't investigate further for that evening... perhaps tomorrow night dinner could let them understand what they have seen inside the Plucked Parrot.


Half Fiend Half Elf Druid 8| HP 94/94| AC 22 (25), FF 19 (22), Touch 14| Fo +10 Re +5 Wi +12; SR 20| Init +3| Percep +23, Darkvision 60', Low-Light Vision| Wildshape 3/3, Destructive Smite 9/9

Bryson will arrive about half an hour early at the gate and introduce himself.


Half Fiend Half Elf Druid 8| HP 94/94| AC 22 (25), FF 19 (22), Touch 14| Fo +10 Re +5 Wi +12; SR 20| Init +3| Percep +23, Darkvision 60', Low-Light Vision| Wildshape 3/3, Destructive Smite 9/9

If I have time, I'll walk around the entire place to get a better feel for it.


Female Human Cleric 6 {HP: 37 /37 AC: 21}

Annie was a ball of nervous energy as she smoothed then fluffed the blue skirt Sibby had let her borrow. Unsure exactly what she should wear but keenly aware she could be walking home through the city in the dark, she decided to wear her buff leather coat over her clothes, and she tucked her sturdy eating knife with its sheath through her belt on one side, and the stout old broken chair leg she kept in case of particularly unruly customers on the other. She propped her mirror up against the wall and stepped back across the room to take a look. The club looked strictly ridiculous, useful though it might be.

Her eyes wandered over toward her father's old rapier - it had been too utilitarian to be valuable to pawnbrokers when her mother was searching for more belongings to sell, and Annie'd been able to keep it despite her mother's financial difficulties. It wasn't filligreed with silver or encrusted with gems, but it would look more elegent - and more dangerous - on her belt than the club. Advertising danger generally saved one from more trouble and harassment than trying to appear harmless when walking around the city at night.

One more look in the mirror with her father's rapier strapped to her belt satisfied her, and she stepped out of her small apartment with a quick wave of thanks to Sibby. Usually she walked everywhere in the city to save coin, but Annie had already decided today was a special occasion worthy of a little expenditure of coin, so she paid a gondoleer to take her to the waystation on Blue Skink Lane. Practically no walking was required, which was a rare treat. Annie watched the sun as they pulled up to the island, concerned she would be late for dinner, but the gondola pulled up to the waystation five times faster than she could have walked there, and she skipped nimbly off the boat with a smile and a nod at the gondoleer.

Annie stopped with amazement and gaped at the Vanderboren house from down the street. It was a walled compound! She'd known they were well off from the gossip she'd heard of the family, but she was still surprised by the size of the estate. She took a second to school her features, and as she did so, she noticed a very tall half elf round the corner of the outer wall. He was examining the area so carefully Annie almost thought he was casing the joint, but for some reason he didn't strike her as the type that would rob a home. She walked up to him and thrust out a hand and a smile as she looked him over.

"Hi! My name's Annie!"

Spoiler:
Sense Motive on Bryson: 1d20+8=9 - oops! I think he's an axe murderer!

Sovereign Court

Bryson Deepwinter wrote:
If I have time, I'll walk around the entire place to get a better feel for it.

As Bryson passes the unlocked gates into the estate, he takes note of the high stone walls that protect copses of trees and botanical gardens from the salt breezes of the city. The mansion itself is enormous, fully three stories high with dozens of rooms and windows.

What's more remarkable is that the estate itself appears to be in decline. The gardens are becoming unruly and festooned with weeds, while the mansion itself shows subtle signs of lapsed caretaking. Even without personal experience with a building of this size, Bryson can't imagine a large mansion running efficiently without a few groundskeepers and a house staff of ten or more, but there are no groundskeepers about the estate, and the only visible activity from the outside is the elderly halfling woman meticulously lighting lamps in each of the rooms.

She spies him from one of the second story windows and waves, moving out of sight, presumably to meet him at the front door when she arrives there in a few minutes.


Half Fiend Half Elf Druid 8| HP 94/94| AC 22 (25), FF 19 (22), Touch 14| Fo +10 Re +5 Wi +12; SR 20| Init +3| Percep +23, Darkvision 60', Low-Light Vision| Wildshape 3/3, Destructive Smite 9/9

I really gotta get that physical description together

At her outstretched hand, Bryson performs a quick bow, a move that is obviously not accustomed to making. After straitening back up he seems to notice her outstretched hand and gives it a hearty slap. He speaks with a very rustic accent “Good day, ma’am. Ahm Bryson Deepwinter. Th’ lady of the house invited me to meet with her. I know ahm a bit early yet, so don’t you worry none, ah kin wait ‘til time to meet.“ It is easy to tell that that was a prepared speech. He seems both relieved and proud that he’s done as well.


Female Human Cleric 6 {HP: 37 /37 AC: 21}

"Ah..." Annie was a little nonplussed at Bryson's manner and looked down at her slap-reddened palm. "Pleased to meet you, Bryson...? You're not from Sasserine, are you?" He seemed harmless enough at first glance, mostly uncomfortable with the situation. Annie arrived at a decision and reached out and grabbed his hand, pumping it up down firmly, twice. "This is a form of greeting here," she explained, then let go.

She turned to survey the gate in front of them, peering inside the walls. "Big place, isn't it! I've been invited over for dinner too, and the offer of some work. Maybe she wants us all to help with the same thing, eh? Or maybe it'll be a contest, who knows! So, Bryson, where are you from? There's a good community of elves here in Sasserine, you have relatives here? What kind of work do you do? I work up at the Plucked Parrot," Annie tossed her head north toward Shadowshore. "It's got cheap, decent food and," she smiled, "wonderful service!" She looked at him and raised one eyebrow.

"You don't talk much, do you?"


Male Half-orc Monk (Iron Mountain) 8 |HP: 60/61 | AC:26 Current 29, T 19, FF 21 | Fort: +9 Ref:+10 Will:+12 (+14 Enchantment) |CMB +12 (+16 grapple), CMD 25 (27) | Init+3 | Perc +13 | Ki Pool 9/9

The trip from the Champion's district to the Merchan't district was a familiar one. Ghirrak walked quietly in thought, watching as Sneaky took in everything in a manner that was both innocent and wary. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like not to remember anything, although there were definitely things he wouldn't mind forgetting.

As the two disembarked from the gondola and made their way down Blue Skink lane, the Estate came into view. Impressive by the average citizen's standards, it definitely showed signs of belonging to a lesser noble, in fact, one that was probably running out of funds, but still, their was a welcoming feel to the place that spoke of good people. There was definitely some positive energy left in the place.

At the gate were a pretty redhead and a tall rugged looking half elf. Their body language implying that they were only recently introduced, aware of the fact that both he and Sneaky had a propensity for moving unnoticed, and the fact that most people were quite alarmed at how quietly somone of his build and stature could move, Ghirrak cleared his throat as they approached.

"Well, looks like we aren't the only ones to be invited to dinner."


Male Dwarf Shielded Fighter 5

Dgrim dresses in arms that evening and goes alone to the Vandorboren estate. When he gets there, he walks along one side of the wall that encloses the mansion until he gets to the gate, and finds the group gathered there. Stopping abruptly, the large tan dwarf, in his chain shirt, looks at them curiously, as if surprised to see them there. Behind his braided black beard- and head-hair, the dwarf's brown eyes examine each person carefully.

Finally he speaks out. "Why are you here?" he asked no one in particular, but to everyone. "Were you invited?"

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