Conquest: In Search of the Heir (Inactive)

Game Master SinBlade06

Then we can meditate upon these things and see if we can come up on with the answers that we seek Maa-Djour replies as he offers Natashia his left hand as he returns his right hand into the cool bowl of water, closes his eyes and begins to pray to Hanspur, The Water Rat, for the powers required to cleanse this affliction from the water. Most people choose to worship their deities in their own special way, I find this way suitable for me, so long as your thoughts are to your deity then I am sure they don't mind which way you choose to worship them

I dare not meditate, an idle mind is very dangerous for myself.
Zobek says in a weary tone.

"Meditate? On what?" Juan the Fifth asks.

Zobek I would ask you exactly why an idle mind is a dangerous thing for you but currently I'm in no position to add to m current burden. Perhaps once things settle we can discuss your views on meditation. If you gentlemen will execuse me I'd like to find my inner peace before I attempt to rest for the night Natashia answers as she places her right hand in Maa-Djour's left hand. She could instantly feel the coolness of his skin as she touched his hand. Even with all the chaos in her mind and soul, Natashia felt a calmness come over her while she meditated with Maa-Djour. Praying to Nethys for guidance and for peace for those who are no longer with the living and for those who have suffered during this great tradgedy. She asked Nethys to protect her mother and brother from harm and to give her the strength she will need to preserve without her father to guide her.

Maa-Djour, agitated by the interruption to his quiet meditation, does not open his eyes and continues praying to Hanspur as though there was no interrution, focusing on getting his prayers through to his deity.

Morning rises after a longer than normal night. The birds that would be there fled the day before. The waterfall still a darker color after the staining of the purest water in the world.

When Aquios and Natashia awaken, the little boy had left them already. Aquios and Natashia, give me a perception check.

Marco feels like he slept on a lump of adamantine. Oh wait, he did. He slept on top of his mechanus. His newly attached ballista is just waiting to be fired.

Kat reapplies her disguise to keep people from noticing. While she's still a friend to the Elves she doesn't want them to think her a thief. Roll me your Disguise check in your post.

Juan and Zobek, I don't know what you two did or where you slept last night.

Katrisa will wake up and offer a small nod to the party after waking up and taking down her tent.

disguise: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Marco wakes up and hops off his beloved Chieftain. Once on the ground, he leans back and cracks his back a bit because he is not use to laying on an adamantine armored machine such as his. He lets out a sigh and goes to find Zobek. He feels that his knowledge with help the city before packing up and heading to shear-point. He finds zobek alone, which was good. He didn't want anyone else hearing what he is about to tell him.

Zobek I understand you have a fondness for setting items ablaze. Listen. No matter how much that water monkey tries to pray...the water is not going to get back to normal on its own. The water is tainted with oil. Crude oil mind you. There is a source up the waterfall. Find the source and set the g$+ d#+ned abomination ablaze. That will help the water greatly. Oh....and be careful. You might set the while river on fire. If that is what it takes then do it. But please. Destroy the source of the oil before we return. I trust I can count on you for this task?

I shall remove the source as soon as possible. some say water is a purifier, but just as much as fire. it can remove corruption and cauterize the bleeding wounds. I wish us both luck because we shall need it for the tasks to come...

He nods to Zobek, the beautiful son of a b@@~%, and rides his Chieftain back to the main camp.

Juan! Feline! Im leaving with or without you!

And so he does, zipping away on his Chieftain.

Katrisa will finish packing her things, mount her horse to follow after marco, I am not a feline!

Zobek watches as the tank drives off into the distance, turns to watch Juan and Katrisa rushing around to prepare to join the tank.

Water Boy! Flower Child! We have a job to do! Zobek yells at the two meditating simpletons and waits for their approach.

"JUAN THE FIFTH! THE FIFTH!!!! Why do I even bother..." Juan the Fifth says as he jumps onto Zobek's carriage.

Maa-Djiur where is your holy symbol? I though you placed it in your water bowl last night. Nastashoa asks as they wake up in the morning.

Well the people of this forrest need the money more than I, that symbol was more for show than an actual need as Maa-Djour removes the glove covering his right hand to reveal a birthmark in the shape of the holy symbol of Hanspur.

I here Zobek yelling. Guess we should get a move on. Wonder if the little boy wandered off with your holy symbol? He was quite curious about you and cleaning up the water. Nastashia says as she gathers her things.

Katrisa will catch her horse up to Marco, So what is the plan man?

Natashia heads towards Zobek to see what he's doing for they day. She had intended to spend the day helping the injured and making sure thing were in order before she went to find the source of the oil.

Zobek I trust you had a good nights sleep? Natashia asks as she approaches Zobek.

Oh, you know. It was okay, I only had seven nightmares last night. anyways, we have a job. We need to go upstream of the river because something man-made is leaking oil and we will destroy the source of said issue as soon as possible. Zobek said quite calmly.

"Yes yes, the magics do horrid things to the mind, don't they?" Juan the Fifth asks Zobek.

you should be far gone by now.... Zobek's eye twitches with slight frustration.

"I was just in the carriage, but no one was there..." Juan the Fifth says with a sad look on his face. "But don't worry!" The Spaniard cried happily, "Now we can all go together!"

Juan...really?

The trip for Marco and Kat will pass by with little incident. Well, there was that one thing... (Roll perception Marco and Kat. Marco if your tank can perceive stuff roll for it as well.) It was roughly a day and a half since they left Serenity Grove. Night had fallen on the plains between the Clear Timber Woods and Shear Point. The light from the moon cast a somewhat eerie light on the Chieftain. Set up for camp, essentially.

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As for the team back at Serenity Grove, to find the source of the waterfall, you should find someone who knows where it is. Natashia can roll an Knowledge Local to see if she knows. Otherwise, Gather Info.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Kat will set up her tent for the night not needing any light from her dark vision. She will however cast dancing lights on the ground for Marco.

After walking all day and all night, Juan the Fifth makes it to Katrisa and Marco in the morning. Juan the Fifth is quite tired and thus rests for the rest of the journey on the back of the tank.

"Hey, next time make sure you bring the guy who doesn't have a ride with you."

Maa-Djour heads to check on the wounded as having rested and prayed he feels he is able to sufficiently heal them enough that the local healers should be able to take care of the rest.

The local healers were able to heal most of the injured. There is still some people who need healing, and one person in particular.

Aquios, give me a Heal check to see how you do with a few of the injured people.

While you are bandaging another person, you hear a young voice saying something you've heard before, but not in this manner.

"The power of Hanspur compels you! The power of Hanspur compels you!"

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Marco and Kat both notice that as they are getting ready to sleep, they notice a small caravan head northwest in the direction of Shearpoint.

Kat is able to see that they have a flag on one of the carts: the flag of the Grey Kingdom, a green field with a shield and crossed swords.

That is a caravan for the grey kingdom what do ya think it is doing all the way out here...is that not suspicious?

"Is it not suspicious for two men, a woman, and a tank heading from one town to another? I say we go near it."

True, true. Let us talk with them and see what they know maybe we can hitch a ride. Kat will make sure that her spell is still working when she approaches the caravan. Excused me good sirs, myself and the people I am traveling with noticed your Caravan and are wondering where you are heading and if you have goods to sell.

disguise: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33
diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 +1 if they are attracted to her from charming

The moment you get within sight of the caravan, they all rush into their wagons.

A moment later, the wagons open up into a portable bar, a portable store and a portable blacksmith's forge, three of the travelers in their respective shops.

"Greetings! Please, come, have a drink, browse our wares while your weapon is sharpened. Enjoy your stay!" A dwarf from the forge shouts out in a slightly louder than normal voice as if speaking to an audience.

A Half-Orc runs the shop while an Elf runs the bar.

How much would it cost for a sharpening? Katrisa asks before repeating her last question again. Where are you all heading to?

The dwarf steps forward from the forge. "It all depends on the blade, m'lady, but our usual cost is 2 gold for a simple and light weapon, 4 gold for a larger one handed weapon, and 6 for anything needing two hands, but the large price is negotiable for larger. As for ammunition it is 1 gold for 10 pieces of ammo."

The Elf in the bar speaks up on the second question. "We are headed to the city of Shearpoint! We hear tale that there is a tournament coming about soon and we wish to be there to help the masses. Beer, weapons, assorted items, you name it!"

The Half-Orc chimes in. "Once we get there, we can finally sell enough and save up enough to start our own permanent stores for ourselves so we can stop the whole 'traveling caravan' thing."

Ah what a fancy we are heading that way ourselves would we possibly be able to travel with you? Safety in numbers after all.

knowledge local for the tournament: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Man I love walking. It sure would be nice if I could get to them before dark." Juan the Fifth says as he walks in the direction of Shearpoint.

Perception for the giggles: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Juan is able to see the Chieftain on the horizon near a campfire. He's found them. Apparently they're talking to a few people from a caravan.

You're caught up.

Hey what did my Knowledge Local reveal!?

Kat remembers hearing about a tournament from Sevence that was taking place in Shearpoint.

It ended a little over a week ago. The winner was given ownership over a small plot of land outside the city.

Ah yes, did you know that ended a week ago? The winner owns a small plot of land now.

"Oh, Dios mío Nunca voy a caminar hasta tan lejos en mi vida puede el Magnífico Phantom cortar mis piernas para que nunca pueda sentir este dolor y retorcido blister nunca más." Says Juan the Fifth as he hobbles over to the caravan. Right before he gets in to eyesight of everyone, however, he straightens up and walks normally, greeting his group by saying "Greetings, friends! Wonderful night for a walk, isn't it?"

Kat will look over to Juan Sure did take your time. Perhaps next time you will listen?

The smiles of excitement on the Dwarf and Elf's faces slowly start to sink as they realize you aren't joking. Then the Half-Orc shouts "Meeting!" as the three of them exit out the back of their respective carts to convene behind the wagons.

A few moments later you see them walking around to the front. The Dwarf speaks up first. "So as of right now the tournament is over and the winner has already been decided. Sounds like we need a new plan of action."

The Elf chimes in. "We are too far from our hometown to make it back with what provisions we have. We've decided that we will continue to Shearpoint and attempt to make it there."

The Half-Orc speaks up as well. "It's dangerous out here, and it will still take us at least a day to get there. We would like to take up your offer of traveling together, safety in numbers and all that. In exchange we can give you a discount at the store and forge as well as feed you for the day. Once we get to Shearpoint, you're on your own. Deal?"

The Dwarf holds out his hand to shake. Shake his hand and you agree.

As Juan enters their view the trio of travelers look over to him and in unison, almost like they've practiced, say "Be right with you, good sir!"

She puts out her hand taking the dwarfs hand shaking it. Deal. Also he is with us, if you have a woman keep her from him...he is...a flirt.

"Listen? You guys both ran off without me with no time to warn me! At least have the common courtesy to leave a horse or something..."

Well no worries now, They are going to be traveling with us so there is a caravan

The Elf slightly turns away when he sees Juan and hears about him. The Dwarf and Half-Orc return to their stations at the wagons. "Now! Let us make our preparations for the journey ahead."