Over the past few years you have each worked of an on for an old half elf named Yanmir Uthordin. Yanmir seems to be a retired adventurer, always on the edge of being drunk and never with out a mithral flask covered with dwarven runes that you have never seen him refill.
Yanmir has always had his fingers in every type of goings on you can imagine, hiring you for numerous odd jobs, from messengers to caravan guards. He is one of the rare few merchants to be a permanent fixture in Downmarket, a constantly shifting bazaar of tents and stalls. Why he continues to stay here remains a mystery.
You have all received a message that Yanmir has need of your services again, and that at dusk he expects you to be in the back room of his shop, Yanmir’s Curios, to discuss yet another employment opportunity.
I'll head that way to arrive at the appropriate time.
You all arrive at Yanmir's Curios right before dusk. The shop is a two-story building built in a blockish style. It is covered in old stucco that is missing in more than a few places. The back door is magically protected to only allow in those of Yanmir’s choosing.
The room is simple, a large table made of an exotic wood that has not been cared for in no telling how many decades, and 6 mismatched chairs of various styles. The only decoration here is a single faded tapestry, so far-gone that the figures race or sex can not be determined.
You wait once again, as usual for Yanmir.
Glad too meet you all. My name is Eian Dragonclaw. Ranger.
In walks a tall elf with outstanding beauty who is quiet striking in her green colored leather armor. Most notably is her long flowing silver colored hair, as though strange magic might have turned her locks that way. Greetings, I am the cold breathe in the darkness right before the twang of my arrow in flight... Raven Greystar my friends call me and death follows me...
Eian stands and bows as you enter. "Well met Lady Greystar."
(Eian is also an elf w/ silver hair and wears earthy tones of greens and browns.)
4d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 6) = 20 - 4 =16
4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 4, 1) = 11 - 1 =10
4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 2) = 11 - 2 =9
4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 1, 6) = 13 - 1 =12
4d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 4, 3) = 14 - 1 =13
4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 3, 4) = 17 - 3 =14
4d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 6, 6) = 20 - 3 =17
4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4, 2) = 15 - 2 =13
4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 4, 2) = 10 - 2 =8
4d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 4) = 10 - 1 =9
Top 6=
17,16,14,13,13,12
“There’s trouble at The Therassic Spire museum,” Yanmir growls when he enters the meeting room. Looking from person to person he snarls, "Three? I sent for four. Screw it if he shows I will send him to assist you later.
The old half elf takes a chair and spins it around before sitting with the back infront of him.
“The museum’s curator, Nigel Aldain, came to me this morning asking for help. Apparently, a wayward daughter of one of his illustrious patrons, the powerful Blakros family, has disappeared, along with a few of the museum’s watchmen who went looking for her. I have helped him in the past, and he wants me to find her, before he loses his job, or worse.
Now Nigel’s an old friend, but this kind of missing person case isn’t really our cup of tea. Normally I’d tell him to find the district guard and leave me out of it. But then he made me an offer that was too good to pass up. Not only will he allow me access to the “The Great Library,”, but apparently this same missing daughter just returned to Kaer Maga with a pack full of ancient relics collected throughout Osirion and northern Garund. And Nigel promised me first pick of any of those pieces that catch our fancy.
Yanmir takes a drink from his always present flask of spirits. ” I don’t need to tell you what those kinds of things might be worth, so it looks like you’re heading to the Therassic Spire museum tonight.
Such a treat. "A Night at the Museum."
Correct is Lothar. Key stealing monkeys we must know about.
The old half elf looks at Eian a little confused then snarls,"Key stealin monkeys? How tha hells should I know that? Ya Jack Wagon.
I do know that the missing daughter is named Imrizade Blakros, half-Osirian herself and a pretty successful adventurer and fortune hunter by all accounts. She just arrived in the city out of the blue a few days ago, after a couple of years’ worth of tomb-raiding in the Osirian deserts, and carrying an odd metal cylinder covered in hieroglyphs, like nothing Nigel has ever seen before. Nigel says she went straight to the basement of the museum to do some research in the library, muttering something about ‘whispers in the dark’ and ‘old tapestries,’ or something.
He didn’t hear from her for a couple of days, which isn’t unusual when someone is deep into their research in the archives, but he got worried when strange noises started coming from one of the basements. He sent a watchman down there to investigate, and when he didn’t return, Nigel sent a few more. That was last night, and they haven’t come back up either. Go to the museum and find out what happened to Imrizade Blakros and the watchmen. Nigel would prefer them alive, of course, especially the Blakros woman, but I am more interested in what she brought back with her. I’ve got a hunch it wasn’t just grave goods and pretty jewelry. Whatever she found, I want it, or at the very least some information about it.”
Yanmir takes along drink from his flask and looks around the room and shakes his head, "Bunch a Jack Wagons...."
I am a Ranger. Little out of my prefered terrain though. I have a holy symbol but not sure it will do you any good. I am as ready as I guess I will get.
"When you get to the museum, ask for Nigel, he is expecting you. When you get done, let Nigel know, and he will tell you what to do next. You can use the room to figure out your plan, just don't take to long."
Yanmir stands up and heads to the door leading into his shop. "By the way, DON'T SCREW THIS UP! You jack wagons!"
Okay so Lathar is hungry as usual...leave it to the dwarf to be hungry after 5 minutes of talking.
Now..Lathar has given DumbDumb..I mean Eian...some gum gum. Eian has hidden all keys from the key stealing monkeys. Who has the bone to distract the T-Rex?
We know where we have to go and what our main objective is once we get there. So what is the game plan? And no Eian this is not one of your "Hey Diddle Diddle right up the middle" type missions.
Who ever said anything about up the middle? I was hoping for "I raise my flagon as I head to the wagon." I think we will be dealing with something very old, very powerful and quite deadly. I don't know if anyone has access to any energy type attacks but I know we can cover fire with torches and oil. I think that sarcophagus holds the clue to our mystery.
If no further discussion is needed I will stand up and open the door and motion while saying "Lady Greystar" :)
Not too worried about the speech slurring dwarf. ;)
You travel through the city until you arrive at the Therassic Spire museum, an imposing tower built by hands not human. A guard meets you at the door, "Follow me, Curator Aldain has been waiting." He leads you to an office where a middle aged human male awaits. "Thank the gods your here. Ynamir told me that you would get to the bottom of this, and I trust him. Where do you want to start?"
Pleased to meet you Curator Aldain. I am Eian Dragonclaw. I am not sure what the others think but I believe Yanmir mentioned an "odd metal cylinder covered in hieroglyphs"? Perhaps that my be a good place to start our search.
”Yes, I saw it briefly. It was made of mithral, about a foot and a half long and maybe eight to ten inches around. She was by herself and went into one of our basements for research. When she did not come back and we heard the noises I became alarmed. I sent some guards to check on her and when they did not report back I became alarmed. I can not afford to have harm come to one of the Blakros family inside the museum. Please be discreet with this. No one is left inside the museum except some guards, and I have assigned the areas away from where you are going."
To this basement we should go.
”Ok, follow me.” Curator Aldain leads you through the museum at a very hurried pace. You pass numerous exhibits, sectioned and sorted by area and time. Statues, items, and even body parts incased in what seems to be Glassteel cases abound throughout, there is even areas of mounted animals and mystical beast, but the pace is set to fast to really do anything but glance at the items. You finally come to a wall, engulfed by an ancient juggernaut statue. Aldain reaches his hand into the mouth up to his shoulder and an audible clang sounds. He pulls his arm out and the juggernaut splits into double doors that move away from you along the wall. Ahead is a ramp 10 feet wide and 50 feet long descending downwards to 2 sets of double doors on each side of the ramp. ”The first rooms are storage for exhibits that we have taken off the floor for one reason are another, but beyond those is the Balkros library, that is where I believe Mistress Imrizade was headed with her items for research. I will shut the gate here after you enter, to open it from your side pull that lever there on the right side as you are facing the gate. Good luck, I will be in my office hoping for your safe return.”
Many Thanks! If the area is already lit we'll continue on to the area he indicated. If not I will light a lantern and continue on.
Bump.
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