Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
With or without Janosz, at his discretion, I return to the enclave. I secure 4 half-orc mercenaries, specifically not house members just muscle, and arrange to have a letter of commondation sent in reference to the good sergeant Croke. I would do the same for the schlep by High Walls, but somehow I forgot to get his name...
What does this letter say?
Lvl 1 warrior merc normally costs 1sp/day. However, as this is a short-term contract (i.e. a few hours) and potentially facing off against some nasty Daask monstrosities, the cost has gone up considerably to 2gp/day (or part thereof). It will take a little time to get them together: Arek, Bool, Ceshto and Drim (or mercs A, B, C, and D) will meet you at the enclave just before dawn.
Trose - Clone |
Trose - Clone wrote:What does this letter say?With or without Janosz, at his discretion, I return to the enclave. I secure 4 half-orc mercenaries, specifically not house members just muscle, and arrange to have a letter of commondation sent in reference to the good sergeant Croke. I would do the same for the schlep by High Walls, but somehow I forgot to get his name...
I lay in a full plat piece for the mercs, combat bonus i guess.
The letter is a sommondation for his level headedness and skill, while gracefully thanking him for his even temperment and compsure while dealing with the house.
I have it addressed to his superior. I am certain that the houses maintain a few 1st level scribes about for just such minor uses.
And this is part of a setup in case I ever go with master inquisitive, this could be my first contact
Rodergo Xativa |
"Laris, I know this might sound odd at face value. But is there anything about the human who led the gnolls that struck you? Any interesting way of talking, or any mannerism? A certain way of walking, or a tendency to...scratch his chin, play with his beard, crinkle his nose? Does he wink a lot? Or start every sentence with hmmm?"
anything that could help me in an opposed check against his disguise check?
"Also, was he armed? What hand did he hold the weapon in? Was he armored? And can you remember if he had any unique or interesting possessions?"
Rodergo Xativa |
"Anything could help. Knowledge is power. You may have given us a valuable chink in the enemy's armor. Thankyou so much for your assistance, Laris."
I saw a baseball game 2 weeks ago where one team figured out somehow that the pitcher was telecasting with his body what the pitch was going to be; something like 4 batters hit off this guy in a row before they could figure out what was going on.
Rodergo Xativa |
My other thought is this: we could arrange to have a faux heroe's feast tonight, and let the spyboy changeling see that, so they think we're hitting them tonight, then eat the real deal in the morning and hit them...an hour after they think we've lost our nerve and slinked off with our tails between our legs?
Trose - Clone |
oh, yeah; if anybody can try a knowledge (local) and tell me where Sargent Croke's office is, that'd be helpful because I failed mine...
I rolled a natural 1, so i didn't bother mentioning my humiliating failure... i did just mail him a letter, you could follow that
Rodergo Xativa |
qe sirrah, sirrah...
Oh, and I'm thinking a small pig, some marzipan, and some rendered lard to paint the pig with; let the pig loose in front of the tannery to draw the gnolls out and spring a 'bush on those pogues. A melon'd work to throw in front of the place to keep the pig there; I just wanted to say marzipan.
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
qe sirrah, sirrah...
Oh, and I'm thinking a small pig, some marzipan, and some rendered lard to paint the pig with; let the pig loose in front of the tannery to draw the gnolls out and spring a 'bush on those pogues. A melon'd work to throw in front of the place to keep the pig there; I just wanted to say marzipan.
I like the way you think. Actually, scratch that last comment.
Runzyl Steelsong |
Runzyl watches the Flamebearer walk off and looks to his companions. "Let us make our way to the marketplaces and secure our items, then. I must see a few of my kinsmen about a superior weapon and hope that they have one prepared. The forging of these blades is not undertaken lightly. I shall front as much of my own money as I can. I feel there is little else I will need it for."
Lightbringer |
Lightbringer kneels down to be on a level with Nox. “Farewell my friend, and good luck in your mission. May the Sovereign Host and the Silver Flame both look over you. I have enjoyed our talks. Send word to me should you ever require my assistance.”
Wishing Flamebearer Xativa the Flame’s blessings on his mission, Lightbringer then leaves with the others to the Kundarak Bank, offering to stand guard over Ezreal (and anyone else) whilst he rests and prepares his spells that evening.
Rodergo Xativa |
Rodergo starts the hike towards Dagger Watch, thinking he needs a little time to sort out all the information that has just been handed into his lap. His sense of economy also wins out; it seems such a waste to throw away good coin on something as frivolous as a skycab, not when a brisk walk can get the blood pumping to one's brain.
He meditates on the pattern of it all, the pieces and players, the unknowns. The imminent time of blood approaching.
"I've seen armies clashing before," he thinks to himself. "I've seen what is left when the dust clears. I can never get used to it. I hope I'm up to this task."
Lightbringer |
We give Xativa the address of Ezreal's lodgings - where he studied his spellbooks earlier in the day. We can all meet there after shopping etc. and spend the night, setting out pre-dawn for our heroes feast and the assault on the tannery.
Sound ok?
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
Spoiler for Rodergo:
He muses on his life’s journey as he walks – he is a long way from his boyhood in rural Thrane, or the seminary in Flamekeep. Life’s questions seemed to have easy answers back then – if your faith was strong enough, there was nothing that could not be overcome. His was stripped of that illusion some time ago. Now everything is nuance and shades of grey, and what is right is more of a matter of opinion and tough choices than simple dogma.
The Daggerwatch garrison is the biggest in Sharn, keeping watch over the most unruly part of an already turbulent city. It becomes apparent he is in the right part of town as the number of guardsmen visibly increases, either setting off on patrol or hanging about while off-duty. The garrison itself squats purposefully atop one of the larger towers, its battlements crenulated and with drawbridges to isolate it if necessary. Its main entrance gapes open, the fangs of a portcullis hanging down over the guards.
After a few enquiries Rodergo is led to an interview room. It is plain, with whitewashed stone walls and floor and a table with four uncomfortable wooden chairs. He waits for a few minutes, listening to watchmen pass by the door and, once, the sound of someone wailing in pain in the distance. Eventually, the door opens and a young, blond-haired sergeant enters, presumably Croke, accompanied by a large, muscle-bound ordinary watchmen.
After a perfunctory introduction, Croke asks, “So what did you want to see me about, Flamebearer Xativa?”
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
Spoiler for the not-Rodergo group:
The valenar live communally in a few rooms over a shop on the outskirts of the Bazaar. As the companions approach, they see a few elves seemingly lounging casually on the steps by the entrance. The appearance is deceptive; the elves notice immediately as the party approaches, standing up swiftly with their hands by their weapons. One, a slight female elf with thick red hair tied back in a ponytail and stunningly huge green eyes, intercepts them, her hand casually resting on the hilt of her scimitar.
“Tirith maer Runzyl. Corota gama neth faershi joomna?”
Spoiler for anyone who can speak Elven:
*Non-elves – mildly derogatory, especially in valenar circles.
Spoiler for Runzyl:
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
There is a post for Rodergo in here - it appears intermittently, very annoying. Hopefully Heathy can see it when he logs on. Don't click on the link on the homepage of the site - go via messageboards/gaming/play-by-post, that seems to work better. Or log off the site and log back on again. Very strange.
Rodergo Xativa |
it's my spoiler post that details my walk and being introduced to Sgt. Croke, right?
"Aaah, Sgt. Croke. Good to meet you Sgt. I am Brother Rodergo Xativa, of the Church of the Silver Flame. I have been brought up to speed on the detestable events of the day. I was simply wondering, is there anything else you could tell me? This large sky cab they escaped in with Brother Erfan--do you know who it belongs to?
Also anything you could tell me about the perpetrators of this heinous act would be useful in my cleanup and security efforts at the shrine."
diplomacy roll 4+7=11
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
Spoiler for Rodergo:
He stands up, opens the door and holds it there expectantly.
Heathansson |
For DM Aubrey:
go Columbo!!!
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
Spoiler for Rodergo:
“Thank you so much for coming today. You’ve made a good day even better.” Croke’s companion chuckles at this, until a poisonous look from his boss quells him instantly. “I’ll have Constable Dornas here show you out.”
With that, Croke turns on his heel and walks away down the corridor. Dornas gives a somewhat insincere, gap-toothed smile and ushers Rodergo in the opposite direction towards the exit from the garrison.
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
Spot check for Rodergo. If you get 20 or more:
Runzyl Steelsong |
Runzyl smirks at Jalana's questioning and moves forward to embrace her in a tight hug for only a second before releasing her and responding. It is evident that he is extremely happy to be in the company of his own people once more. "Moot-tua Cannith. Niasa hosse et dagor-eithel, na mellona. Neek Lammen'Quessir."*
Runzyl laughs slightly at the end of this statement, smiling back at the party, then turns to Jalana once more. "I seek a smith to craft me a finer kaane-hyanda than this old thing. We face a great battle and I wish to honor my ancestors with the trappings of war should I find myself amongst them tomorrow morn."
*Elven:
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
For the not-Rodergo group:
Spot check. For those who get 10 or more:
Continuing...
For those that speak Elvish:
Runzyl Steelsong |
Runzyl gives Jalana a wicked grin in response. "Dagorlye Daask. Ron nandorna vithel Wethrinaer," he spits on the ground in disgust before turning to his allies. "I must meet with someone upstairs. I shall return shortly and then we can be on our way."
Runzyl gives Jalana a slap on the hip as he passes her with a wink and heads up the stairs to meet with Caerlyn. He hoped that the disruption of the elder's reverie would not put him in one of his moods...
Elven translation:
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
Spoiler for Runzyl:
"Runzyl, what do you want?" As Runzyl explains, Caerlyn opens his eyes and appraises him. As Runzyl finishes, Caerlyn smiles, climbs to his feet and begins some stretching excercises. "You seem different, not the angry, callow youth who barged in here just a few weeks ago. I think your ancestor is by your shoulder now - maybe where your father could not succeed, you will truly achieve honour in the sight of your forefathers and the Valaes Tairn*."
Caerlyn stops stretching and regards Runzyl, hands on hips. "There is a smith, though he is an Aerenal rather than one of our people, and he lives in Shae Lias in Upper Northedge. Nevertheless, he is a weapon-forger of renown, and over the centuries has forged blades that have honoured the memories of many of the ancestors. His name is Talcren. But be warned - he asks for more than simple coin.
"Go - find your destiny." Caerlyn turns his back and begins some particularly demanding excercises. Runzyl gets the impression he is dismissed.
*The name the "valenar" - actually the name of their colony on Khorvaire - use for themselves.
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
I'll continue to meander around up here at the Tharashk enclave, until we meet at the pre arranged place of the meeting, perhaps at the hour of scampering
I think we'll assume it is Ezreal's place - probably after dinner time. You need to decide what you are buying, and get to the Cannith emporium, then get the Heroes' Feast. Nox can arrange a stay in the Ghallanda in in Underlook, Middle Dura, and get you the cheap meal (probably for breakfast). You can get your meatshields in the morning and bring them with you.
Runzyl Steelsong |
Runzyl bows respectfully and thanks Caerlyn for his aid before returning downstairs, walking tall with pride and eager to prove himself. He smiles at Jalana once more, turning to his allies to speak.
"We must seek an Aerenal bladesmith by the name of Talcren. He dwells in Shae Lias in Upper Northedge. He can produce the weapon I require, but he may have some additional service to ask of me for his wares beyond the price of gold. You need not concern yourselves, however. It will be my burden to bear when our work is done here."
Turning again to Jalana, he speaks quietly. "Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva." He gives her another, less playful and more meaningful embrace before departing with the others.
Elven:
Lightbringer |
Ok, so we've cashed our bank note - head over to Cannith to go shopping now? Then meet up and head over to the Ghallandra Inn for the night. Which district is that in Aubrey? Near the Bazaar?
Aubrey the Demented/Malformed |
This has all got a bit complicated. You were originally going to meet up at Ezreal's, but I suggested the Ghallanda inn (with no response) in Middle Dura. Rodergo then said he was heading for Ezreal's after seeing the watch. Trose is in the Tharashk enclave in Upper Dura. Runzyl is going to Shae Liss, and Janosz has now suggested they meet up at the enclave. You also need to get to the Cannith emporium. Personally, I'm completely confused - could someone put me out of my misery and decide where people are going to meet up?
Lightbringer |
Personally, I'm completely confused - could someone put me out of my misery and decide where people are going to meet up?[/ooc]
Yeah, me too … if we can retro things a little, can we do this: We part ways with Xativa, agreeing to meet at the Ghallanda Inn in several hours. The rest of the party heads to the Kundarak bank to cash the cheque. Trose heads to the Tharashk enclave to pick up their things, hire mercenaries and write letters. Runzyl and some of the rest of the party go to the Bazaar, then Runzyl departs for Shae Lias, whilst the rest of us head to the Cannith Enclave after that to buy stuff.
When shopping is done, we head over to the Ghallanda inn, book rooms and make sure the feast is in order for the morning, say farewell to Nox etc.. Ezreal can get an early night so as to prepare his spells, and when Trose, Runzyl, and Xativa get back we’ll divvy up the purchases. I suggest that Trose and Runzyl meet up to travel back, or else not leave their return too late, as Middle Dura is awfully close to Daask territory. Also, someone should make gather information checks wherever they are to determine the exact location of the tannery if none of us already knows it. Is everyone ok with that plan?
Ezreal Farlowe |
Sounds good. Additionally I closed out my room in Upper Menthis earlier in the day. It was part of the reason I went back there. I'd left some things there, but had no intention of lodging there with everything that has been going on. It's too close to the University and registered in my name. Wouldn't take a chance on any incidents that might draw the ire of Morgrave and get me booted from the expedition.
Aubrey the Malformed |
Spoiler for Runzyl, Lightbringer, Janosz and Ezreal:
Spoiler for Trose:
Trose explains his need for a “special” set of tools. Daaga grins. “Going fishing, are we? I’ve heard about your freelance work for House Cannith. Don’t get burned, boy – I like you, I don’t want to be the one who has to go looking for your body to bring back for your Grandma, I’m too bloody old.” He reaches over for a scrap of paper and scrawls on it before signing. “Take this to the quartermaster – he’ll give you what you want. Still cost you, though – you know what a mean bastard he is.”
Trose can now pick up his masterwork thieves’ tools for a bargain price of 90gp. You should have enough money now on your person for the tools and the mercenaries without recourse to the note, though of course you can claim it back later if you wish.
Spoiler for Runzyl
Eventually he reaches his destination. This is the elven part of Sharn, but most of the inhabitants are either Khorvairan elves or Aerenal expatriates rather than members of the Valaes Tairn. The architecture reflects Aerenal tastes which much use of wood, especially livewood, in the construction of the tastefully opulent villas in this district. It is leafy and cool, with elves strolling in leisurely fashion, the place lacking the urgency and immediacy of Valenar. It is both familiar and unfamiliar to Runzyl, and makes him feel slightly disconcerted to be here.
He finds the address he was given, and wonders for a moment if he is in the wrong place – it is a simple, anonymous shop front rather than a smithy. He shrugs and enters. Inside it is gloomy and dark, but his night vision easily picks out the walls, on which are mounted numerous blades of various kinds: kukris, scimitars (double and single), falchions, daggers, longswords, short swords… Runzyl tentatively reaches up to touch one when he hears a cough. He whirls, hand reaching for his weapon, to find a robed and cowled figure – surely he wasn’t there before – standing amongst the weapon displays.
The figure greets him in Elven. “It isn’t often I have a member of the Valaes Tairn in my shop. How can I be of service?” The figure, presumably the smith, wears a floor-length green robe, decorated with an intricate floral design, with a raised hood and cowl covering his features. Even his hands are covered by matching gloves, and his whispery voice sounds like the scratching of a quill on parchment.
Runzyl explains what he wants in typically brusque fashion. The smith stands still for a while, and Runzyl begins to wonder if he has taken offence, though it is impossible to tell with no facial or bodily cues. Eventually, Talcren speaks. “Caerlyn – it has been a long time, before the War even, since we last spoke. I am surprised he still remembers. Alas, I am too old now to craft weapons, but I still retain an interest and deal in them occasionally. When a suitable recipient comes along.”
With a soft rustle, he moves to the display of double scimitars. “Hmm, no, not that one – that is a blade that somewhat fastidious. No, not that one – lacks focus. Ha! Definitely not that one. Ah, yes…… Here we are.” Talcren lifts down a double scimitar, hefting it in one hand with surprising ease for someone claiming to be infirm. “This is Falla Caesenri* – I would say it was made for you.” He proffers it to Runzyl.
Runzyl takes the weapon, seizing it by its well-worn grip. As he does so, he hears a strange sibilant whisper in the back of his mind. He shakes his head, and the feeling does not return. He wields it experimentally – it is perfectly balanced, the edges razor-sharp, the waves of its pattern-welded blades weaving and twisting in the half-light of the shop. The smith watches on as Runzyl makes practice swings.
“This was wielded by an ancient warrior, now long dead, whose ancestor was one of the founding fathers of our nation in Aerenal. This is truly a weapon with which to forge a mighty reputation and honour the dead.”
Runzyl nods his assent, and gives the smith the money he brought. Goodbye, 725 gp. “I am sure you will be well satisfied with the blade. I only ask that, once you have used it in combat, you return here. Moonless Midnight holds many mysteries – perhaps you can be the one to unlock them in this modern age.” With that, Talcren bows and exits through the back of his shop, leaving Runzyl alone in the dark with his new purchase.
You are now the proud possessor of a +1/+1 double scimitar.
*Elven: Moonless Midnight.