Conquest: In Search of the Heir (Inactive)

Game Master SinBlade06

Walking out into the ring, he looks over the young elven woman.

Where did the nasty half-orc hurt you? Another two blows like that and you would have been down for the count, pretty unfair fight to be honest he says as he eyes the wound across the elves chest.

Gently places his hand upon her chest where the half-orcs blow hit and casts Cure Light Wounds.

I'm gonna make it feel all better as gold light forms in the palm of his hand and gently warms Natashia's chest.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I hate this city, you can not preach to the people about a greater life when they spend most of their time down here watching violence, I just need to get out of this place he says with a look of hope that this woman could take him away from this horrid place.

Natashia looks up at him and know he's possibly worth taking a chance. Sir, I do thank-you for your assistance. I am Natashia Geneviere and it's a pleasure to make you acquaintance. Natashia says lowering her gaze. I am passing through town actually and had stopped at the tavern for a good conversation and some food. I met the two humans and the damphir just only earlier this afternoon. I could not allow a fellow elf to be taken advantage of in such a manner.

It's all good and well to be noble and help the underdog, but these things can be sorted another way he says thinking that this young woman is actually planning to take him away from this place and onto greater purposes.

My name is Maa-Djour Aquios Paani, I am a Suli of the water clan, cleric of the deity Hanspur, the water rat he says as a smile forms on his face, a spark igniting in his deep, clear blue eyes.

It is nice to meet you. The elf said something about finding him in the elven district once we where done here at the rings. Don't quite know why but it's worth checking out. Natashia says as she rises. She take care to not meet the gaze of Maa-Djour as she is slightly intimidated by him.

Edric Returns to the group. Seeing Maa-Djour before, Edric walks up and states suddenly: Greetings. I am Edric, called Axehand. Why are you blue?

Edric...you just don't ask people why they are blue. It is obviously his race. Talmira says after she leaves the Orc to wallow in his pain sure a cleric will come and heal him very soon. She shakes her head before looking around the town to see any signs of anyone that might need help or any signs looking for adventures.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Well excuse me for living in captivity my entire life, up until last week, and not knowing whether he is some race or has some skin disease.
Again to the cleric he asks:
ANYway, why are you blue?

Juan the Fifth looks down at the small box and says to himself "Oh. I bet he left that behind accidentally. I'll just go return it to him. I wonder where the others ran off to..."

Juan the Fifth then begins wandering around the Elven district asking if anyone has seen a somewhat insane machinesmith that has been storming around recently.

I am of the Suli race, member of the water clan, meaning I am half human, on my mothers side, and half water djinn, my father. I have slight control over water and this shown outwardly in my skin color and appearance he says a little annoyed with being probed about his appearance, yes his race is rare but at least most people don't ask, except small children.

Walks over to the half orc.

Have you learnt your lesson? Do you intend to take that which is not yours again? If so I shall heal you.

Maa-Djour waits until the half-orc acknowledges his wrong doings before putting a hand on his shoulder and casting Cure Light Wounds.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

After ensuring that the half-orc was conscious enough to get himself to hospital before looking for that elven woman, he is sure she wasn't fully healed with his last attempt, possibly because he was a little distracted whilst healing her.

What's a djinn?

Shakes head as he walks away, clearly unimpressed at the intelligence, well lack of, shown by the arena fighter.

Beings made entirely of elemental magic he calls over his shoulder.

Natashia is standing with Talmira near the exit to the Market District. Talmira is looking for something to do while Natashia is looking around in the Rings. When her eyes meet Maa-Djour's, she gives a little wave to let him know where to find her.

Meanwhile, Juan the Fifth finds himself at a gate to the Elven District.

A simple query as to where a "dirt-wright" would live leads him down into the middle class section of the district. Some houses look clean and kept, some look like they could use a good scrubbing...with acid.

Every building in the Elven District has some form of plant life around it. Some have vines up the building surface, some have trees in the yards, some have been overgrown so much, you can't tell the plant from the house.

Marco's house is fairly obvious to find, as it is the one with the forge chimney outside it. The only plant around is the grass, but it too is flourishing. As Juan gets closer, the sound of clocks and machines sound from inside.

Juan the Fifth looks up at the green vines of the household, and says to himself "This place is mighty green. How lovely!" and proceeds to knock on what he believes to be Marco's door.

Natashia sets off to find the elven gentleman as see exactly what he was going on about after the fight. She is also curious about the mechanical looking thing that was hanging out of his backpack when he first walked into the tavern.

Hold on one moment! The sound of the knocking almost missed his ears as he was hammering a piece of metal he just pulled out of his forge. Juan could hear the banging of a hammer and could even see some faint sparks fly by the window. After placing the near molten hot metal in some cooling water he reaches over and pulls a cord near him. He rigged his door with clockwork and with the pull of the line the door opened.

Marco could see several clockwork figures, some of which resemble animals from their world. A mechanical mouse skitters by, being chased by a mechanical clockwork cat. Both moved as if they were the real living animal.

Come in come on! OH! Your the man from the bar. Im sorry about ruining your meal but you know when someone steals your life work you don't particularly care HOW you get it back. He pulls out the heated metal and with a grin on his face continues to hammer the metal on a small anvil next to the forge.

Have you eaten anything yet? If not there should be some bread over in the kitchen. Its not much...im a little poor these days. The other Elves don't take kindly to me doing a "Dwarf or Human" dirty job. But its honest living. Oh look at me im babling on again...

"Oh, hey. I brought you your... box thing. It started talking to me." Juan the Fifth says to the Machinesmith.

"Oh my! Is that a metal Tom cat?" Juan the Fifth exclaims as he sees the clockwork animals skittering around.

"Oh, no thanks. I'm quite full." Juan the Fifth lies to Marco. He still hasn't eaten anything for a while, but he doesn't want to eat what little Marco has.

Oh that? Throw it in the furnace its served its purpose.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

yes that is a metal Tom cat. I am quite proud of that

BANG BANG BANG BANG

Are you quite sure? 1d20 ⇒ 16 Sense Motive to see if he is lying or not

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

Edric, having gone through the same process as Juan arrives at Marco's home. *Knock knock*

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Noticing the Natashia wave, he heads towards her.
As they enter the elven district Maa-Djour is amazed at all the life, and take particular notice of the streams and pools that feed the plant life, the crytal clear waters, so beautiful.

At least there is some place of beauty within this horrid city, what brings you here? he says still wondering why this woman has taken an interest in himself, but not to concerned as hopefully she will take him away from this town as a river should continue flowing and he has be stuck on this rock of a town for a while and is now hoping his current flows past it.

Talmira will also follow suit to the elven MachineSmiths house, Knocking on the door as well. She looks around the elven district of the city. So much prettier than most of the other side of the city. It was so much nicer than her home that was located within her inquisitions head quarters. Her room there was full of chains, whips, floggers, gags, and other instruments of torture. That is due to the fact that when she is not out on a mission to kill vampires she will aid in the tourture of people to get information for the city guard or anyone else that had the gold.

We're here to chat with the elven man from the tavern. The same one we helped back at the rings. OH! If you think this is beautiful then you should see Serenity Grove. That is where I'm from and we've take great care to not harm our enviroment. We strive to live with nature. Natashia says quietly as they walk to the machinesmith's house.

If it is as full of life as this place I may need to visit some day he says with a look of hope, this woman may just take him to the wonderful places he has always dreamed of going to.

I'm on my way home to see my family and show my father my blade. I've had the hilt for over 120 years. Suddenly last week it came to life in my hand. As seeing it's a magical, I've got to go back home and research its origins. I'm curious about where my father found it and anything he may know about the crypt it came from. You're welcome to accompany if you desire as I don't think it's safe for me to travel alone. I came into town with others from the academy who are also headed home. Natashia says while she walks along side Maa-Djour. She takes great care to not meet his gaze as they walk through the elven district taking in the sights.

The machinesmith drops his hammer and the metal in the water again and it lets out a HARSH hissing sound. He walks past Juan, entering his small kitchen and he pulls out a loaf of bread and gives it to the spaniard weather he wants it or not.

I know your hungry. I insist, eat. this will be his good deed to Juan.

He blinks as more knocks are hear. huh. I wonder if that is the other people from the tavern. He walks over and opens the door himself this time and blinks at the company of the monkey man, two women and the blue man. He blinks in amazement. Are you all traveling together or something? Are you all hungry? I did in fact mess up your meal.

The little mechanical tom cat walks back up, with a little mechanical mouse in its little mechanical mouth.

WINSTEAD! SPIT HIM OUT RIGHT NOW! The elf sighs and facepalms a little bit. please forgive the mess... I havn't fed the animals today...

Natashia gingerly steps into the house and looks around. She nods to Juan as she enters and moves out of the way so the others can enter.

My friend. May I inquire about the book I helped you get back. Natashia say to the elf.

JUAN THE FIFTH! JUAN THE FIIIIIIFTH!!!!!

"Oh... uh... thanks." Juan the Fifth thanks Marco as he gives him bread.

As Maa-Djour enters Marco's house he looks around to see if he has any indoor ponds or basins filled with water. If so he shall sit as close to one as he can.

At last, everyone has met in one place. A few minutes pass before something that would change the lives of everyone in the small abode.

There is another knock at the door.

"Marco, someone is at the door."

He blinks as he counts the people who are there, finding that everyone that was there, is actually from the tavern, but thats it. He wasn't expecting any more visitors or apointments.

huh...thats...odd... He picks up his curved blade and puts it on his holster, which is strapped to his back. He grabs another intricate device that looked like a large egg thing. He is going to make a prepaired action that if the person on the other side of the door shows the slightest hostility, he is going to throw this drone at him. Its a blade drone. He walks over to the forge, that is in direct line of sight pulls the cord that is rigged to the door and it opens.

Hello, what business do you have with me today?

A man in a dark cloak and a grey beard stands before Marco. When he speaks, you feel as if the knowledge of generations rests in his voice.

Voiced by John Hurt from his role as Prof. Broom in Hellboy. "Marco the Machinesmith. It is an honor to finally meet you. I have business with everyone in this house. And there is no need for the blade drone. I am your friend."

He slowly strides into the house, closing the door behind him. "Before I say want I have to, I must make sure we are alone with no prying eyes or ears."

He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a small stone. He places it in the center of the room and taps it before he stands back. Winstead the cat crouches to pounce at the new rock, leaping into the air....and stopping mid-air.

All around the house, the clicking of machinework stops, the fire in the forge ceases to crackle, and the steam from the freshly forged blade stops moving.

"That should suffice," the stranger says as he strides forward, lowering his hood. His face is old. Much, much older than a human could be, but he is. He is bald, has deep grey eyes, and has an aire of confidence about him that is almost contagious.

"My name is Sevence, and I am of an order of Templars that wish to restore balance to the world. The man you know as the Savior is a tyrant who will stop at nothing to obtain total world domination. Each and every one of you has a part to play in his downfall."

A voice rings out in the silence of the still workshop. "Do you think we can trust him?" Natashia recognizes it instantly. It is the voice of her sword. Sounds like Da Xing, the yellow voice, in this video.

"Yes, you can, Domovoi. Glad to know my spell works."

The voice rings out again. "How can he hear me!? Wait...Domovoi...that name..."

"Yes, it is yours. It means 'Guardian' in an ancient tongue. And now we must call on your power to save the world once more."

Any questions?

Knowledge Planes to see if we are in a demiplane: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Spellcraft to see what kind of spell this is: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"My name is Juan Guadalupe Hidalgo San Martinez Diego Del Fuego La Rosa Bein Rodregez The Fifth. Tell me, Sevence, how do you know that this man is not to be trusted? This... Savior... he doesn't seem like a horrible person, purely by name."

As he enters the house, Edric is immediately captivated by the cat. He proceeds to pet the cat, while pretty much ignoring EVERYTHING else.
He really likes animals
When Sevence comes through the door and freezes the cat, Edric decides that he doesn't like the man.
Keeping his hands on his weapons, Edric says I have too many questions to even know where to begin.

Juan V can't tell if they are on a demiplane or not, but he knows what that spell was.

That spell was Time Conference (Again, made up spell. If it had stats, it would be 8th level with a piece of quartz as a material component.) For as long as Sevence has something to say, the spell will go on.

"The Savior goes by another name, one which I dare not speak here for fear of his spies. You would know it by the flag that flies over the Golden Rule, the eagle being replaced by another bird when he took rule."

Sir....I am just a simple Blacksmith. I am not not hardly meant for anything other then hammering this metal and taking things apart...tinkering. Not exactly the stuff of legends.

The elf pulled up a stool and sat down, examining the man and trying to recall anything from his studies that could help him in this situation.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 Know Arcana
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 Know Planes

He lets out a sigh as he feels his studies in the realm of magic was not nearly as filled as his knowledge of machinery and geography.

I am sure you are just mistaken by my part. Please though, don't stop talking to them. They are fine warriors whom will bring this fortune of yours closer to reality.

"If this is true, Sevence, then how do we know that you and he are not one in the same? How can we trust that you are the good to deny his evil?" Juan the Fifth asks.

Talmira listens carefully to Sevence. How can you be so sure, and who is to say we all think the man that you speak of is a savior? She slowly paces the room as she speaks. I do not even follow the man you speak of, I follow my Inquisition and they are my saviors not some man that rules over a petty little kingdom. I follow his laws because I must not because I want to.

sence motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

So you know the name of my sword? Could you possibly tell me more about him and why father found him in the particular crypt? Natashia implores of Sevence.

As to the man that rules the kingdom, why do you believe he is the savior? Could he not be evil and manipulative yet convince the people he is a good man? Natashia questions Sevence after she lets the information sink in a moment.

I believe he stated that 'Savior' as we are to know him as is actually an evil man trying to take over the world and by the sounds of it he is using Golden Rule to do it... what has me confused is that you are clearly a very powerful being in your own right, why would you need the help of us, it is true we are better than your average adventurers but I see no way for which we could help in anyway that you wouldn't be able to achieve much more efficiently says Maa-Djour with a bemused expression his face, convinced that this 'Sevence' character is pulling our legs, but if it gets him out of this town and into the world where he can do some real good then so be it.

"Believe me when I say it truly is an honor, Marco. You don't know it, but you will leave a legacy behind you," Sevence says with a knowing smile.

"I do not believe he is a savior. I believe he is a killer of great people for his own gain, a scoundrel, and the worst kind of being." As Sevence speaks, his emotions somewhat get the better of him, his hands trembling as he retells his story.

"As for if you can trust me and what I say, this should be proof enough." He lifts his hand and takes off his glove, show the back of his hand to the group.

Carved into his flesh is a holy symbol of Iomadae, the scabs still fresh. "I was a humble Paladin. I never thought I would have such duties as today. My goddess came to me in a vision, telling me all that I tell you today. When I awoke from my trance, my blood boiled and broke free from my veins, marking me as a Holy Vindicator. Iomadae has given me the power to stop the world from falling to ruin. And I intend to use it until my last breath leaves me."

He puts his glove back on with precision, careful not to peel a scab. "As for the matter of Domovoi, your father is the perfect place to go. I shouldn't say much more, for what I say may frighten you or keep you from carrying out your duties."

Sevence looks to Maa-Djour. "My duties are not to overthrow an empire. It is to prepare for the co--"Sevence stops himself. "I almost said too much. I should hurry before I say anything else."

From under his cloak Sevence pulls out a small key on a piece of string. The key is fairly plain, made of copper and having no real distinguishing marks. "This key is one of three that we need. The other two are gold and silver. Natashia, your father own the silver key. Edric, your former pit master owns the gold one. We need all three to access the Halls of Knowledge."

Knowledge History/Local for the Halls of Knowledge.

Guessing you will be heading home much sooner than you anticipated he says as he looks over at Natashia with a cheeky grin, if her home is a beautiful as she says it is he can not wait to see it.

The elf is still hesitant to take the offer that this elderly bald man is saying.

Listen I can't just...pack up and leave. What about my forge?! My books? my...um...cat? He looks over at the mechanical feline and sighs. alright fine so I can just pack up what food I have and get going...but still its the principal of the thing!

He walks back over to his work and picks up the metal and tanks it but not even a sound is made when the hammer is struck on the searing hot metal.

OH COME ON! ....I don't have much of a choice in this do I....

He looks over at the wizard and tosses the metal back into the forge.

Well look like everyone gets to meet my father, the great adventurer.
Marco, there is a forge where we will be going and I know the smithy will be more than willing to allow you to work on your creations.
Maa-Djour, the gardens are full of wonders that I can not put into words.
Edric, you are most welcome to go out with the hunting party and help find food for the evening meal.
Juan V and Talmira the city is full of wonderful place and things to do. I know the guards are always looking for volunteers to help collect bounty. Natashia says to everyone in turn. She hopes this will convince them to follow her home as well as get the silver key.

Natashia exstends her hand to Sevence so she make take the copper key.I am more than willing to go track down the last two keys. Anyone who wishes to follow me is welcome. I want to know more about. Domovoi and his past, the best place to start is with my father as that is where I got the hilt.

intellegence check to see if I can remember ever seeing a silver key in my fathers possession while growing up. 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Erm. Perhaps we should split up to retrieve the keys? I know that Edric and I get along fine, and Talmira doesn't care either way. Meanwhile, Natashia, Maa-Djour, and Marco can go and deal with the Key in the elvenlands. It would get the job done quicker, that's for certain. Each team even has an Arcane caster, a Divine caster, and some sort of offensive powerhouse to keep the others safe."

Yes, it is dumb to split the F-ing party... in a dungeon. We are giving the time for the GM to prepare separate encounters for the likes of us. Really, it's not that bad of an idea, and 3 man parties work just fine elsewhere.

actually I like that idea. We can get it done quicker and I can keep going working on my machines. I would like that quite a bit. Juan here does have a point though.

He walks off into another part of his house and the sounds of bangs and clanks are heard as he starts stuffing his backpack with all sorts of mondane looking parts and machines of different sizes.

I STILL THINK THIS IS A DAMNED FOOL ADVENTURE BUT BY THE GODS I WILL HELP! It would seem, that even though he wants to remain cozy he still has a desire to see the worlds machinery. He does live by the philosophy that machines will one day drive the races to glory, not magic or sword, but glorious machinery.

Marco and Juan V both have valid points. So, dividing up will allow us to aquire both keys faster. Since we're splitting up, let's say we meet back here in 2 weeks time. That gives each group plenty of time to locate and acquire the keys. Natashia suggests over top of all the noise Marco is making in the other room.

"I don't know if that is enough time for something like this. It might take longer. Why not make it 3 weeks, but have Marco give each of us a spare key, so that if we return early the ones who are gone can do... whatever they like, really." Juan the Fifth says to Natashia. When Marco comes back from packing, Juan the Fifth asks if Marco has spare keys to give to the people who he is not going with.

Edric speaks up:
I dislike that plan. In the pit, during the holidays, we had to fight as units. You didn't do any of this divide and conquer mess. You stick with your unit. You fight as a unit. You win as a unit. Otherwise, you crumble as the weak point in the phalanx, and take everyone down with you. We are strongest as a whole. We should STAY as a whole.
Edric looks angered at the groups talk, and he sits on the ground, pouting like, well, the teenager that he is.

Plus you seem to be forgetting our Inquisitors lineage... She would be need to pray darker powers, ones I dare not pray for, just to be able to heal herself, those powers would greatly harm the rest of you, she will be stretched thin as it is with the powers her god grants her Maa-Djour says with a resentful tone, seeing Talmira as a creature of darkness but can not feel the darkness within her.

Splitting up is a bad choice, it may sound like we can get things done faster if we split up, but at full power we can get through the individual stages of this quest faster he says hoping everyone see the logic behind his statement.