Dain's King Maker Chronicles

Game Master dain120475

Ariarh goes to stand beside Anuk-su and Dior follows, crouching down on her other side.

She watches as the group enters the meeting chamber. They were a strange mix of creatures, much like her own party. The dark-haired one with the mismatched eyes caught her attention, reminding her of Priestess Moira Lochlin in Oleg's village. She regarded them a minute more before speaking, a polite smile on her face,

"Well met. I am Councilwoman Ariarh Kane and you are in Cloudwatch Keep. Please take a seat and introduce yourselves."

Isani views the rulers of this land with a critical eye. The one in her countrymen's garb draws her attention, the strange eye wear out of place indoors. (Assuming Arasmes is still wearing his goggles -- I wasn't sure.) Upon hearing the Celestial-blooded one's melodic voice and viewing her crystalline eyes, she bows her head in deference,

Knowledge, Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

"Greetings, Councilwoman Kane." She looks around the room at the others, wary of them, uncertain of their intentions but willing to hear the Aasimar out. She does not take a seat as requested but stands on the spot near the door. "I am Isani Isu, Priestess of Sarenrae, newly come from Osirion." Isani's voice is rich and exotic, her accent prominent in the chamber.

She watches the Councilwoman and the other Councilmen, looking for signs of recognition or ambush. So this is the Black Koda cult's supposed competition.

Isani is a waif-like young woman, one and twenty years of age, with midnight black hair, palest alabaster skin, one light blue eye and one amber eye. She is tallish and slender with adequate curves to draw attention. She is dressed in loose robes in blue with gold thread depictions of the sun embroidered on the fabric, a silver ankh on a chain around her neck, and her long hair is secured beneath a head scarf in rich blue. She has a comely face but in certain light it looks less than human and her strangeness becomes apparent. Her accent is much like a middle eastern one, the richness rolling across the space.

Ka'etil fumes silently, as the list of Grishnak's offenses is read out. And claiming to have the council in his pocket, that cannot stand! The half-orc is not making nice nor is he keeping his nose clean. And now Ariarh is upset with me, or at least she very soon shall be, especially considering these brutal fights to the death. Then there is the money I paid Grishnak for his information... I have much of explaining to do. Ancestors! Why did I get myself into this mess, why was i so careless...

Now if there was a way to get him to get in line and stay there, while retaining face so he would still be an asset, Kae needed to find it. But how to convince him to stay in line without overtly threatening him, he won't take kindly to that. Perhaps I can get him to shut up about the protection thing, buy his licences and run his event by the book, and use an overt display of force, showing what happens when our full might is brought to bear using some other target, make it obvious why one would want to stay under the radar. Now what of the Black Koda. They seemd like a threat, but Turon has said nothing about them as of yet. Perhaps my captains and Sylvath will have some more intelligence regarding their activities.

Kae remains silent, considering what to say on the matter of Grishnak, and hardly pays any attention to the incoming southerners. He has more pressing matters to attend to. He simply graces them with a distracted "Greetings and welcome."

Clari has been tense since entering the hall, and waiting, she lifts her hood, and lowers it repeatedly, out of nervousness or agitation, as she is wont to do. When they are to be brought into the hall, she decides on lifting her hood, partially concealing her face.

She stands there, in fine chain, covered by well-worn somewhat ratty cloths, further obscured by a long dark cloak. She is a thin and lithe creature, every step well placed, every motion flowing gracefully. long and unkempt hair flows down her shoulders, white with subtle silvery flecks. She bows to Ariarh, and as she stands, she places a delicate hand on the ornate hilt of a sword.

SHe looks over the council, briefly turning to Ry, then once again her eyes settle on Ka'etil with what looks like a hateful glare, although Isani, Lazuresh, and Khromm would know that it's only mild agitation, based on how her expression always looks, were they to pay attention to it.

Khromm stalks in, moving swiftly in front of the others, folding his massive arms over his chest, and offering the "Council" - no royalty here - a smug sneer.

"Huh! So - this is the competition for the Black Koda gang, eh? Pah, doesn't look like much," he grunts, and his eyes roam the room, until they suddenly flit over Brett - his normal tan face turns pale, and his eyes widen slightly.

"Ye gods... a halfling..." he murmurs - and the sneer evaporates like water in the desert.

He drops his arms to his side and suddenly looks mildly penitent - as if apologetic for his earlier comment, as if that emotion is something he may be capable of...

"Beg pardon sir - won't happen again - must be the heat is all..." he says, bowing his head.

Apparently the strange horrors of the cannibalistic halflings are something that is still heavy on his mind...

Khromm stalks in, moving swiftly in front of the others, folding his massive arms over his chest, and offering the "Council" - no royalty here - a smug sneer.

"Huh! So - this is the competition for the Black Koda gang, eh? Pah, doesn't look like much," he grunts, and his eyes roam the room, until they suddenly flit over Brett - his normal tan face turns pale, and his eyes widen slightly.

"Ye gods... a halfling..." he murmurs - and the sneer evaporates like water in the desert.

He drops his arms to his side and suddenly looks mildly penitent - as if apologetic for his earlier comment, as if that emotion is something he may be capable of...

"Beg pardon sir - won't happen again - must be the heat is all..." he says, bowing his head.

Apparently the strange horrors of the cannibalistic halflings are something that is still heavy on his mind...

”Er, um… yes… see that it doesn’t,” Brett responds, looking at you all with as much confusion as you may have at this statement and attitude from the barbaric half-dwarf.

”Now – I got to admit that ye all caught me by surprise at yer entry – not use to things happening at such quick rates – had a few plans we were going to go over before you all entered – but, as ye’re guests, I don’t really care if ye hear these ideas or nay – but they’ll be said first – before we have too much jibber-jabber,” Brett adds.

”As fer myself – I am Batrleby Brett Rown – Sword Scion to the Ducal House Esserian – late to the River Kingdoms – and a Council Member of the national Council of our nation which has, as of yet, to receive a name – though the city here is called “Saravale” – and this fortress is “Cloudwatch Keep” – the man to my left is Robert Tyrell – a nobleman of Brevoy and a adjunct to the Council of our northern holdings – as too, the seer – the noble Lady Turon – from the elven lands to the south – who has recently come to offer aid to Council member Oleg Leveton – a native son to these lands and the newly appointed mayor of our northern borders, as well as Council Member of our esteemed council,” Brett adds quickly.

”Besides me is our “ward of the State” – princes Anuk-su of the Clan Seti. We have also Council Member Ka’etil Malas’rae – and Council Member Ariarh Kane – and finally a visiting Dignitary from the lands of Katapesh – one Arasmes ibn’Fayad,” Brett says, plowing on in his same breathless manner of speech.

You all notice his slang and accent seem to have nearly vanished – and recall vaguely that Delain Esserian had mentioned that Brett was trained as a formal member of a noble House – but often deliberately avoided “Court Speech” – as it reminded him too painfully of the Cheliax nobles in the southlands – with their fine speech and evil ways.

It seems that – when needed – Brett can master the “finer points of Court Speech” – in a pinch!

”Now – before we get things settled in proper – now that you got introductions and such – we were just about to finish business – which you’ll be happy to see,” Brett adds.

Hustling from behind his chair, he pulls out a piece of chalk from his pocket and begins to sketch quickly on the wall.

”Right – we all got duties to do – including meeting with new folk – so let’s just lay them out,” he adds.

To Arasmses –

”First thing – I am formally recommending the appointment of Arasmes ibn’Fayad as acting “foreign dignitary” to the southlands. He won’t be an official Council Member at this time – but he will be considered our expert on all things southern and – hopefully – be best suited and qualified to act as the liaison between our land and the south.”

Turning quickly to Arasmes, Brett jots down something on a note.

”This be a formal letter of writ – when we be done here – take it to the treasury aft – it be conferring on you the position of “Expert in Southern Relations” – for now – until you start cooking – you will be given a monthly stipend of 1,000 gold pieces – which you can draw from the treasury at this time – 500 in advance, the rest at the end of the thirty days – presuming, of course – that you except the position and there is no objection.”

If Ariarh or Kae have an objection to Brett’s terms with Arasmes – or if Arasmes does as well – let me know now. Thanks!

Brett jots that down on the stone wall in chalk, still under "Number 1".

”Arasmes – presuming you accept the offer – your first order of business is to interview these folk and get all the information you can from them – as quick as you can – and provide as much notes for us all about the troubles to the south – we need to answers soon, I reckon – sooner the better. I leave it you – and to Lady Turon to assist you – if she can.”

Arasmes – again, this assumes you actually say “Yes” to the request – I will need a list of questions you have for the new guests about the land south – though you are free to RP it out with them, too. But, I do need a yes on this – saying yes gives you some more official position in the tow – and it also gives you the chance to have some rank – albeit minor one, but with room to grow – most importantly, though – I’ll need to know if you say yes so I can properly adjust the treasury. Please let me know.

To Kae –

”Now – number two,” he adds, almost to himself.

”There’s been some issues with the town militarily – no mistake – and I want answers! Kae – I want you to go down and speak specifically with Sylvath – get the straight word from him – then your officers on the attack by the swamp monsters, not to mention all the issues in town; the boxing match, the almost gladiatorial games – the issues with the nasty moods we saw – hell, everything! Then, when you have the information – stop by Grishnak, take what action is appropriate – and report the details to us all this evening,” Brett adds, jotting it down on the wall.

Kae – you can use either “Diplomacy” to just “Gather Information” from Sylvath or your officers – rolling once from each man – or you can RP it out – the same holds true for Grishnak – Brett recommends doing nothing against him until you know more – then, do what you need to do.

”Great – next,” Brett says moving on to “Number 3”.

To Ariarh –

”Ry lass – you mentioned that you were a bit suspicious of new folk out there – these desert folk and their odd religious ways, eh? Good, me too! So – I recommend going down to their camp and finding the boss that is preaching this and talking to the boss directly! Get the straight word from his mouth – even as Kae is going to – and Arasmes is going to – and then prepare a quick report and bring it back here for us to go over. Say… supper time at the latest? Meanwhile – if you have time for it – why not try using some of your diplomacy with the townsfolk and see what’s going on with the mood of the town – reach out a little to our friends, and find out what they have to say on things,” Brett continues.

Arairh – you are free to use Diplomacy with the southern “priests” in town to make a flat roll and get “answers” on things – or RP it out. The same is true of any of your friends, such as Patty Ironhorse – you can also attempt to reach out to new people for a more neutral opinion – from Colleen Rourke – the newspaper man Harper, even your friend with DeVille. Also – while Anuk-su will whish to follow you – you don’t need to take her – you can, if you want – just like you can take an escort or bodyguard – or whatever your choice.

What Brett is doing –

”Next – this town needs help – fact is – I want the facts from the borders, and the best way to get them is to check them out myself – so I intend to. Now – if that’s going to burn folks’ bacon – we need to give them something to relax! I recommend appointing a “deputy member” of the Council to look after things while we are gone – and since we already picked Drake, er… Lord Tyrell – then I think that the best thing is for us to make this open and so on. I want people to be excited about our decisions, not thinking we’re keeping them in the dark – I want them to be happy, interested, enthusiastic – just like when we put Sylvath forth – I say we give Lord Tyrell a speech in front of the town – make people know this isn’t us shying details – but we have an actual plan! And that they can trust us – and through us and our decisions, the appointment of our new man to looking after things while we examine our borders properly,” Brett says, plowing on.

”Don’t mind me – I got friends in the right place here – throwing a party, especially if there is a fine feast, is my specialty,” Brett adds, even as Khromm shudders.

”While you are all about your business – I’ll be doing what I do best – and we can meet back here soon. I’ll be taking Drake, er… Robert – and in the meantime, I’ll leave Arasmes with Lady Turon to interview this lot,” he adds, pointing to the new folk.

To Shaezon –

”Oh yeah – one more thing – Oleg, er Councilman Leveton – I want you to go track down that elf magi we trucked with – the one sipping drinks in the pub downstairs – find him, and have you two rustle up the facts on what we find on the gear we found. Tell Shaezon to scour the town for any and all that can identify the magic properties of our gear; maybe mention to him that may be more useful then a cold one, and the sooner he does it - the sooner he gets paid – then, when you know what it is – get an estimate on its relative value – then, come back here – with the value – we’ll decide on selling the hash, keeping it – or what – but we will give out the gold to all in the party – less expenses by way of the potions,” Brett adds, as Oleg nods.

Brett quickly writes out a writ for Oleg and hands it to him – and Oleg is ready to leave and find Shaezon and go from there.

”If we’re all in agreement – I say we do what we need to do – ask any questions to these new folk before you’re about your business – but if we all hustle – we can get a lot done by suppertime – and that’s better then nothing done for weeks, as it were. You all know my opinion on that, so – unless anyone got a complaint – then I say let’s get cracking!” Brett adds briskly.

Brett is not lord of the land – nor master of all – these are all brisk suggestions to get the game moving a bit faster – if you have a particular issue with any of his “Suggestions” – that is fine – but that will be needed to RP out, and it can bog things down. So – let’s pick up the pace, unless something really needs to be done!

It seems as though Brett would make a rather good clerk.

Presumably Oleg finds Shaezon with little trouble. Shaezon sits in a corner table Glancing back and forth between two books and scribbling notes in one of them. Two glasses and a pitcher sit in front of Shaezon. One glass is full of wine. The pitcher and the other glass have remnants of water only.

Mister is sitting on the table casually drinking wine and eating bits off of a mostly empty plate. Mister looks lost in thought, but perks his snake-like neck up when Oleg enters. At that moment Shaezon was deep in thought staring into space, but at the same time Mister does Shaezon seems to look at and acknowledge Oleg.

Being roused from his reverie Shaezon acknowledges Oleg and waves him over indicating an empty chair at his table. Shaezon then motions the barmaid to come take Oleg's drink order.

"Hello, Master Oleg. Are you here for me or did you have other business to attend?"

When Khromm enters, Ka'etil raises his head, and looks at the half-dwarf asking, "You know of the Black Koda? We've received some information about them, and hopefully have gathered more, but what knowledge you have could put things into better context for us. What did you say your name was? I am councilman Ka'etil, by the way."

Presumably Oleg finds Shaezon with little trouble. Shaezon sits in a corner table Glancing back and forth between two books and scribbling notes in one of them. Two glasses and a pitcher sit in front of Shaezon. One glass is full of wine. The pitcher and the other glass have remnants of water only.

Mister is sitting on the table casually drinking wine and eating bits off of a mostly empty plate. Mister looks lost in thought, but perks his snake-like neck up when Oleg enters. At that moment Shaezon was deep in thought staring into space, but at the same time Mister does Shaezon seems to look at and acknowledge Oleg.

Being roused from his reverie Shaezon acknowledges Oleg and waves him over indicating an empty chair at his table. Shaezon then motions the barmaid to come take Oleg's drink order.

"Hello, Master Oleg. Are you here for me or did you have other business to attend?"

** spoiler omitted **

Oleg hands you the writ and explains clearly and succinctly what alread happened in the council chambers - including the part about reminding you that until the value of the items have been determined - no one can be paid.

You are free to either social RP with him - or roll "Diplomacy" to Gather Information and try to find someone with the spell in town.

When Khromm enters, Ka'etil raises his head, and looks at the half-dwarf asking, "You know of the Black Koda? We've received some information about them, and hopefully have gathered more, but what knowledge you have could put things into better context for us. What did you say your name was? I am councilman Ka'etil, by the way."

Khromm looks at you with a hard look, taking you up and down - as if sizing you up for a fight.

"I am Khromm," he answers coldly, but says nothing of this Black Koda organization.

When Khromm enters, Ka'etil raises his head, and looks at the half-dwarf asking, "You know of the Black Koda? We've received some information about them, and hopefully have gathered more, but what knowledge you have could put things into better context for us. What did you say your name was? I am councilman Ka'etil, by the way."

"Uh, lad - any chance o' finding out about the attacks in the town, the issues with the monsters from the swamp - and the general unrest that may or may not be caused by this "Grishnak" - all of which is supposed to be included in a report from one of your men - not to mention Sylvath's notes - which he no doubt made for ye as well - among this rumor about how he done "owns" the Council?" Brett asks pointedly to Kae - wondering the half-elf will begin to gather the information on those topics - or if he should pursue that topics in general himself.

Ka'etil Shrugs at Khromm's response. Well, thank you for your help, sir."
To the rest, he says "If there's nothing you need of me at this moment, I shall be off, and after I've collected the information the men have gathered, we can discuss what to do about Grishnak. But no point in wasting time, "Jawing" about things when we don't even know what's happened. I'll be with Sylvath."

Gather information roll
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
"Sylvath, I've heard a preliminary report about what occurred while we were away. I'd lik to know what has ben going on under your command."

Arasmes looks at Brett and says I would be honored Councilman Rowan. Smiling he turns and looks to the newcomers and says Be welcome to Saravale. As Councilman Rowan said, I am Arasmes ibn'Fayad formerly of Katapesh. If you would like to come with me I will have refreshments brought to wash the dust from your journey. Wine, Mead, whatever is your pleasure. Once you are refreshed we can talk a bit about what brings you here. Lady Turon, if I may? Arasmes offers his arm to Lady Turon and proceeds to lead the newcomers down to the private dining room in the "tavern".

Entering the room, Arasmes has the cooks bring them some food and whatever drinks they wish, letting themselves eat and drink before questioning them. Looking at each in turn he says Before we begin, you should know that I am not human and as such I do not want you to be shocked in finding out my heritage. He takes off his goggles If it is before sundown his eyes are black orbs, if it is after sundown his eyes are silver orbs and unwraps his khefiyeh showing the chain "tattoos". He waits a moment then continues in a polite voice, So where are you all from? I apologize also but I did not get your names? he finishes looking at Clari and Lazurien.

After Ka'etil's rather abrupt exit, Clari removes her hood, and introduces herself <Well, seem's Malas'rae still has no time for pleasantries or politeness. Huh.> "Anyway, I am Clari Miali'ahel, from the forests in the north, recently from Kyonin, which is where I met these charming folks. So what's the deal with that one who just ran out on us, eh? Seems pleasant," She says with a harsh bite in her voice. Clearly she does not find Councilman Malas'rae at all pleasant.

What's Arasmes look like right now, cause Clari hates fiends even more than Kae, so she'd take issue and act differently around him if he is not hiding what he looks like.

He didn't take the goggles and headwrap off until you were all downstairs in the private dining room.

ugh yeah i see that now. Hate when it takes me forever to post something...
blegh...

As Arasmes has removed his wrapping, Clari falls silent, <Clearly my brother consorts with demons just as his father. But an emissary to the south, do these people that i've been traveling with also follow such foul creatures, or are these people in the pocket of the Koda as well?>

<Patience Clari, do not act in haste, lest the fiends overwhelm you. Gather information, then when the time is right, use it to strike and banish the fell creatures to the hell in which they belong> Keravel whispers into her mind.

She turns to the others looking to see their reactions to the tiefling.

Isani is seated at the table, her hands folded neatly in her lap. A mug with water rests before her as well as a plate with a small assortment of fruit and pastries. As yet, she has not partaken of the food, but taken small sips of her water. Since she made her brief introduction in the meeting chamber she waits for her companions to speak and answer the Tiefling's question. She watches him with curious eyes. His manner and cordiality are different from the descriptions of his kind she has learned from her books. Perhaps he is a redeemed soul, she thinks to herself. Between his unusual colouring and Lazurien's, she wasn't as astonished as some when he revealed his true form to them in a sign of good faith.

In the lull between introductions, Isani speaks, "Mister ibn'Fayad, this is a most unusual place. In a matter of minutes I have come across an Aasimar and a Tiefling, natural enemies, no? and working peacefully side by side. Such a thing one does not see all too often, I would presume." She pauses and then continues,

"Is this place, Saravale, the haven of which is spoken of across the lands? There has been chatter, clandestine in most cases, that a town exists in which race is not a precursor to entrance and acceptance. Have you found this as a foreign dignitary?" Her manner and mismatched stare are direct but not imposing. She is curious and seeking answers of her own.

Ariarh listens to Brett's instruction and nods her head in the affirmative. She is still eager to hear from Kae in regard to his exact connection to Grishnak and the animal bloodsport, but she would wait until they had all returned by evening and regathered. There's is much I do not know and I do not like it, she thinks.

Looking down toward Anuk-su, she speaks candidly, "I do not think it would be wise for you to accompany me to the cultist camp. That there are some now who directly worship Apsu and revere you for your rank and race, it may prove an obstacle when speaking with the leaders of this new religion. Do you understand, little princess sister?" Her eyes have a kindness when she looks upon the little dragon-girl, her ward. She knew that if Anuk-su insisted on coming along, there wasn't much she could do to sway or deter her. Yet, the child was under her protection and she had to do right by her.

Turning her gaze back to the Holbyt, "Brett, I don't think it wise that I should go alone to this cultist camp. I am unknown to them as they are to me. I would prefer an escort or guard, either is fine. I was thinking of Henry Ironhorse as a good escort. He is versed in religion, being his wife is a minor priestess, and he is handy with a weapon and strange things I am sure. Do you have any other suggestion regarding an escort or guard? Of course, I will take Dior with me. I do need to speak with Mistress Patty but I would see these leaders sooner rather than later. There are a number of people I could speak with, hear their thoughts and feelings regarding the occurrences and disruptions of late. I will go and quickly freshen up first and then be on my way down to the village."

Whilst Lady Sylvianya Turon is still present in the chamber,

"Lady Turon, could you tell me where I would find this camp? Or is there someone who could show me the way?"

Arasmes waits a moment before answering, wanting to make sure that he answers honestly. It has not been without a period of adjustment for us all but I feel that the people here, at the very least those that sit upon the council, really believe that what makes a person worthy of respect has naught to do with their heritage but with their heart and actions. That being said, old prejudices do not fade easily. I have seen my share of suspicion upon me, some of it deserved for my own fears of revealing myself. I can tell you with certainty now though that everyone that seeks a new life and wants to live in peace, will be given the chance to do so here regardless of heritage. He gets a very focused look on his face now and says But that does not mean that they are naive. They will allow anyone to try and prove themselves but respond with vigor against those that betray that trust. So to finish your question...yes Saravale is the place of which you speak.

Lazurien stiffens when Arasmes removes his wrap and goggles. She has known of tieflings from her peoples skirmishes with the humans of Cheliax.

After Arasmes statements Lazurien says simply I am Lazurien of the Strix of Devil's Perch. With that she subsides back into silence and watches the others, her head occasionally cocking to the side.

Lazurien did not look comfortable in the presence of the foreign dignitary. She noted the reaction.

"I have always appreciated candor, Mister ibn'Fayad. It must be an onerous task, paving a new land, establishing settlement, law and order, amenities, cultivating work and providing protection. I would be most anxious if the rulers of such a place were naive -- it would not bode well for success and longevity."

Looking down at her folded hands in her lap, she considers something, and then raises her head to speak again, "What is this town's and its Council's position on slavery?"

A code of laws are currently being ratified. The most recent position is that the taking, selling, and owning of slaves is a crime punishable by death. As I said we are a new kingdom and these laws have not been ratified yet but they will be very shortly. There have been some...difficulties, these last few months for the council, more of which I can go into later if you wish. For now, I have told you a little of us...it would give me great pleasure if you would share some of your story with me. Why have you come to Saravale? Tell me a bit of your journey. He smiles a dazzlingly bright smile. There is a dark beauty to the man but also a strength of bearing of one used to his ideas being listened to.

Such a smile, she muses silently. Her own was a polite, cordial one, not used to such open exuberance. Too many years of wariness and watchfulness on my part. Yet in the Everlight I find absolute joy.

"I come from the capital Sothis, in Osirion. My father is a prominent priest in the Temple of the Eternal Sun. I followed in his footsteps and he abundantly rewarded me with fine tutors and many books to learn from. As you can see, I am not exactly human, even though my father is human. My strangeness was often misunderstood by those outside of the Temple; those within its walls treated me as they would any other "foundling" with compassion, such is the Lady Sarenrae's tenet."

She lifts her hand carefully and takes the mug and sips the water, then returns the mug to the table before continuing,

"My father organised safe passage for me out of Sothis, out of Osirion itself. He had heard of your town through a network of connections in the city and put faith in the boasted promise of a new world where acceptance is paramount. He feared for my safety as any dutiful father would. It was during this passage that I found myself face to face with slavers, for you see, Mister ibn'Fayad, the movement of Osirions out of their homeland to the River Kingdoms was a clever ruse, a diabolical plan perpetrated by slavers, by this Black Koda cultist gang, or so we have come to discover. For what purpose? We do not know. I was most fortunate as were my companions, here. Each of us have our individual tale to tell about the Black Koda and it was on the path to Saravale that we forged companionship and here we are now, before you."

Ka'etil Shrugs at Khromm's response. Well, thank you for your help, sir."

To the rest, he says "If there's nothing you need of me at this moment, I shall be off, and after I've collected the information the men have gathered, we can discuss what to do about Grishnak. But no point in wasting time, "Jawing" about things when we don't even know what's happened. I'll be with Sylvath."

Gather information roll
1d20+10
"Sylvath, I've heard a preliminary report about what occurred while we were away. I'd lik to know what has ben going on under your command."

Sir Sylvath is currently at a flat level piece of ground. There is no grass on it – rather, it seems like hard packed mud or clay. You see that he is a large tent – it is big enough for about four people – but when you are escorted inside by one of the men – you notice that has been converted into a private living quarters. You also see a desk with an aid who is copying notes for some reason – a neat wrack of rolled scrolls – several small chests, and a table with three chairs – one large chair and two facing it, though they both remain empty. You also notice a small screen has been hung up – and behind it you notice what looks like a cot or bed has been arranged – this privacy is, perhaps, all the rather spartan Sylvath permits himself.

”Greetings, sir,” he says, clenching his fist and placing it over his heart in some form of salute.

As you enter, he motions to the man who is copying notes, who stands, also salutes, then exits. You both sit.

”There is much to discuss sir,” he says crisply ”The being known as “Grishnak” has been behaving poorly in the town – I should have acted directly against him for his actions, but he had insinuated that he was under your protection, specifically – I did not believe this statement until I questioned him privately, though he requested I swear an oath not to speak of the results unless it was to you, or the members of the Council formally – which, I have done,” Sylvath continues – and though his tone is completely neutral, his best efforts cannot mask the subtle reproach in his tone.

”When I discovered that he had received large monies from you – and was considered a paid informant to the Council – I determined that his position as said informant may be compromised if he were incarcerated – hence, his freedom. Nevertheless – though he remains at large – it seems clear to me that he is dangerous, and he spreads his opinions like a plague or disease.”

”Legally, of course – he has committed no crime – except for the potential to create a gambling operation – without a license – which, as I am understanding it – cannot occur in this town without the express permission of the Council – as demonstrated by the contract provided by Mister DeVille – which I had time to examine,” Sylvath said.

”It is not my place to have an opinion, sir – but if the town wishes to permit bloodsports for amusement, I feel it would draw a different sort of element to the town – this may have uses, or disadvantages as well – but it is entirely up to thee and thy peers on how to proceed,” he adds.

Sliding out a document, he hands it to you – then, folding his hands, he looks at you.

”That report has been presented for thy consideration – in it you shall find the names and positions of all men who perished – as well as property damaged, and enemy killed. Of our men we lost 7 men-at-arms – as well as had 13 wounded – and are now recovering in a makeshift hospice – though, if I may – a more substantial place for such injuries should be consider, I should think,” he adds.

”Meanwhile, a request has been made from one of the town to record the names of the fallen – and give proper funerary rites to the dead, as was the custom and belief of each man fallen. I allowed the burials – but postponed the recording of the falling until I first received your recommendation on that, sir. I hope, in this – I did not error?”

”Next - of the enemy killed – we managed to end the life of 27 of their scum – we accounted roughly 40 to 50 of them attacking en masse – tit was rather brutal – they move with coordinated attack – the same time, and the same location – all of it was on the night of the full moon – which was, for us, fortunate – for it allowed us to see the enemy better,” he adds.

Sylvath reaches down and removes a lid from a chest, and hoists a heavy head onto the table. It stinks – and is flyblown – but, it is clearly a type of reptilian – you recognize it as some variation of a Troglodyte…

”Sir – it is my guess that there may be underground caves or passages beneath the swamps – we sent no men in after that, seeing the nature of the beasts, but have – rather – doubled the watch on it so we would not be taken unawares. It was my professional opinion that if such creatures had underground passageways or tunnels – then it was very likely that they may use those tunnels to assault us in ways that are dangerous – therefore, we did not move to pursue – if I would venture an opinion now, however – I should recommend damming the cliffs and forcing the valley to be filled again with water – it is the only clear way I can think of to stop such assaults,” he adds.

”Meanwhile – as you can see outside – we have created a small company of men – as per orders – they are under drill instruction by your captains – as per orders – and we are taking liberty to fashion a modest camp to house the men – away from their women – so they feel more… Soldierly, as it were, sir,” he adds.

”Was there anything else, sir?” Syvlath concludes.

Kae - please note that you have lost 7 men from your men at arms - though they still need to be equipped - and I have not gotten formal sheets regarding them and your officers - also - the town is out some money for the cots of the medical bills for the soldiers - but also, the funerary arrangements for the fallen - though you suspect that this should not cost more then 300 gold all told - depending on the ceremony, and condition of the troops - but you feel it is a small price to pay, considering that it was your troops which prevented the town from being gutted, and it has further - given your men a sense of prestige with the community besides.

Arasmes looks at Brett and says I would be honored Councilman Rowan. Smiling he turns and looks to the newcomers and says Be welcome to Saravale. As Councilman Rowan said, I am Arasmes ibn'Fayad formerly of Katapesh. If you would like to come with me I will have refreshments brought to wash the dust from your journey. Wine, Mead, whatever is your pleasure. Once you are refreshed we can talk a bit about what brings you here. Lady Turon, if I may? Arasmes offers his arm to Lady Turon and proceeds to lead the newcomers down to the private dining room in the "tavern".

Entering the room, Arasmes has the cooks bring them some food and whatever drinks they wish, letting themselves eat and drink before questioning them. Looking at each in turn he says Before we begin, you should know that I am not human and as such I do not want you to be shocked in finding out my heritage. He takes off his goggles If it is before sundown his eyes are black orbs, if it is after sundown his eyes are silver orbs and unwraps his khefiyeh showing the chain "tattoos". He waits a moment then continues in a polite voice, So where are you all from? I apologize also but I did not get your names? he finishes looking at Clari and Lazurien.

Hearing Amarsmes’ offer, Khromm flings himself broadly into a chair.

”I’ll take beer – if you have it – no northern swill for me,” Khromm grunts, with a cool sense of arrogance that borders on insult.

”As for my name? I already spoke it – but, if you have forgotten – I am called “Khromm” – that should be enough,” he adds.

”I hail from lower Osirion – the borders of the sands between the great cities near the coast – and the deep deserts with forgotten plunder,” he says, answering your question on his background.

”I’ve done a large share of different work – but I am very good at killing,” he concludes, with a casual tone of brutality.

Khromm leans back and stretches out his heavy legs – he seems rather comfortable at this point – and folds his heavy arms across his broad chest. He listens for a moment about all the prattle about laws and legalities – wondering if they plan on getting to the point any time soon…

He did not ride so far through death and bloodshed to be forced to sit in a darksome room listening to talk on naught!

Ariarh listens to Brett's instruction and nods her head in the affirmative. She is still eager to hear from Kae in regard to his exact connection to Grishnak and the animal bloodsport, but she would wait until they had all returned by evening and regathered. There's is much I do not know and I do not like it, she thinks.

Looking down toward Anuk-su, she speaks candidly, "I do not think it would be wise for you to accompany me to the cultist camp. That there are some now who directly worship Apsu and revere you for your rank and race, it may prove an obstacle when speaking with the leaders of this new religion. Do you understand, little princess sister?" Her eyes have a kindness when she looks upon the little dragon-girl, her ward. She knew that if Anuk-su insisted on coming along, there wasn't much she could do to sway or deter her. Yet, the child was under her protection and she had to do right by her.

Turning her gaze back to the Holbyt, "Brett, I don't think it wise that I should go alone to this cultist camp. I am unknown to them as they are to me. I would prefer an escort or guard, either is fine. I was thinking of Henry Ironhorse as a good escort. He is versed in religion, being his wife is a minor priestess, and he is handy with a weapon and strange things I am sure. Do you have any other suggestion regarding an escort or guard? Of course, I will take Dior with me. I do need to speak with Mistress Patty but I would see these leaders sooner rather than later. There are a number of people I could speak with, hear their thoughts and feelings regarding the occurrences and disruptions of late. I will go and quickly freshen up first and then be on my way down to the village."

Whilst Lady Sylvianya Turon is still present in the chamber,

"Lady Turon, could you tell me where I would find this camp? Or is there someone who could show me the way?"

”Bah – I shall not waste my time with these foul cultists – rather, I shall instead head directly to the Banks’s Home – for they are goodly folk and their hearth is the warmer for a fine meal, which they shall, no doubt - provide. Next, thy shall likely find amusement where thy may – with this foul cult, as some have named it; or thy steed to ride, in the form of the man-flesh called Esserian, if thy please,” she adds, making what passes as a “joke”, and giving you a knowing - but completely obvious to anyone who understands her joke – wink at her "clever witticism".

”However, as it seems that thou art likely to secure guard from Ironhorse, and his folk – I shall then insist on further guard for thee – in the form of one of my minions – Glaidus should do – for he is more impressive then any of my people in physical bulk, though he does fall short in the natural grace and carriage of Sir Sylvath, never mind our good Sir Dashan.... Nevertheless – under the worthy presence of Glaidus, and the presence of the head of the Ironhorse clan - should thy be accompanied by both of these two at thy side – thy shall look well, I deem, and, moreover, be safe under the guard of trusted men. Yet – if thy would insist on having uniform guards as befitting thy rank – that can easily be brought to thee also, at the Banks’ house, as well – I should think. Thy need only send messages to the camp of that half-elf barbarian - his own troops may look more "formal" for thy diplomatic negotiations - though I am not sure as to the nature of their competency, as compared to the man Ironhorse - and mine own folk as well. However - I shall allow thee all freedom in the choice of who thy thy should choose to guard thy life” Anuk-su says with an overly magnanimous - and melodramatic - broad wave of her hand.

”After this is all over – it may be wise for us to then return to our own home – I would see it well and true – for it is long sense I slept in my own chambers amongst my own possessions,” she adds, sweeping to her feet and leading you and Dior from the chambers.

As you leave, Lady Turon gives you the directions to the tent where you can find the chief of these cultist – his name, as the people call it – is Hadad, of the House al-Kazeem. You recognize the location of his tent to be roughly in a place where the southerners congregate and live – it is also close by to Grishnak’s folk – and not far from the Bounty Hunter’s guild. You ponder this as you plan for your guard duty, and who you feel would be best to take.

"I don't really have anything to say about the Koda. At least nothing these fine folk can't tell you better than me, so I'm not much help there. As for why I'm here, I'd heard rumor about this place, and thought I might have known one of the councilmen, but Malas'rae, but he seems to be rather pre-occupied."

"Thank you for differing to my judgement on the matter, and of course, the brave men who sacrificed themselves in defense of the nation should be acknowledged. I'd like to see the men that were injured, give them my condolences and thank them for their efforts. Perhaps i can find Ariarh and have her administer spells tomorrow."

Ka'etil sighs heavily and shakes his head. "I paid Grishnak for information, We've yet to have a chance to use it yet. I wanted to present it to the council, show them his value as an asset, but going around chattering on about having "Protection" he's undermined the basic premiss of the partnership. He's supposed to not cause problems, and provide us with information, and in return he has less competition in his endeavors, as others who are less cooperative with the council will have issues as they are not cooperation and following our laws. He seems to have other intentions, so unless I can convince him to play by my rules, and the council to agree to make this work, then it shall all have been for naught."

"At the moment, we are lacking the resources to dam the lake. I Have been wanting to do so since we got here, and it seems that it shall soon prove less costly to simply sink the resources into the damn now. I shall speak with the others about this as soon as possible. First i think I shall speak to my captains, and get further reports from them as well."

To the captians
Ka'etil goes to the Barracks to speak to the captains. "Sylvath told me about the battle. I am deeply grieved for the losses, and my prayers go out to the lost and their families. I shall visit them presently, and speak to the troops, but first I need your reports."

To Arsinian
Gather Information: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
"I had tasked your Experts with observing the Black Koda gang, as well as keeping track of whatever criminal elements in the city. What is your report?"

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
"Sir Mordrand, what further information do you have to report?

Ka'eil stands in front of his men, pacing, addressing those assembled. [b]"Men, our forces fought valiantly, slaughtered a good half of the enemy Troglodytes before they fled! Were it not for you, and your sacrifices, the losses would have been much greater. It is your bravery and your strength that keep our people safe. I am proud, the city is proud, of each and every one of you, men, and the work you do. So keep it up, remain strong! I'll take news of our actions to the council, and make sure that those who have given their last in protecting their homes will be Properly honored. Thank you men!" He says giving them a salute.

I may add more depending on the reports that I get from the captains

At the mention of Lord Esserian, she blushes at Anuk-su's consistent lack of subtlety. The man had other matters on his mind and since my departure for the Temple may have even forgotten all about me. "Anuk-su, I am sure Lord Esserian has other pressing matters to attend to." Although, she made up her mind to take a look at his newly strengthened encampment and if he happened to be there then she would be cordial and say hello.

"I will take both Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus as my escort and guard into the part of the village where the southerners' reside. With Dior, the three of them make for great security. I appreciate the offer of one of your guard, Anuk-su, but I believe I should pay Glaidus for his services as I would Mister Ironhorse. It is only fair and fitting."

Hiring Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus: 500 gp less 70% (350) = 150 gp each.

"And after all is settled, I will gladly retire to our home with you. I seek its solace and comfort as much as you, my dear girl."

Ariarh, Dior and Anuk-su leave the meeting chamber, Ariarh quickly freshens up -- straightening her hair and splashing water on her face and drying it fresh and clean. The females walk to the stables to collect their horses and ride down to the village, Anuk-su cantering toward the Banks' home and Ariarh to the Ironhorses. Dior swoops down into their front yard.

Tethering her horse to the front post, she walks up the path, and knocking on the door, Ariarh waits for welcome and entrance into their home. Upon finding Henry, she casts a friendly smile and speaks, "Good afternoon, Mister Ironhorse. I do hope I find you and your family well. I would like to employ you as my personal escort into the tent camp of this new cultist group led by Hadad of House al-Kazeem. I would like to speak to the leader as soon as possible and I was wondering if you had time to come with me right now? Anuk-su has kindly arranged for one of her guardsmen, Glaidus, to join us as well."

Diplomacy with Ironhorse: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

When they move off toward the tent town of the leader Hadad, and as they draw closer, Ariarh looks about, taking measure of the place and any of the people she sees.

Ry's Perception check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Dior's Perception check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Shaezon Silverfall wrote:

Presumably Oleg finds Shaezon with little trouble. Shaezon sits in a corner table Glancing back and forth between two books and scribbling notes in one of them. Two glasses and a pitcher sit in front of Shaezon. One glass is full of wine. The pitcher and the other glass have remnants of water only.

Mister is sitting on the table casually drinking wine and eating bits off of a mostly empty plate. Mister looks lost in thought, but perks his snake-like neck up when Oleg enters. At that moment Shaezon was deep in thought staring into space, but at the same time Mister does Shaezon seems to look at and acknowledge Oleg.

Being roused from his reverie Shaezon acknowledges Oleg and waves him over indicating an empty chair at his table. Shaezon then motions the barmaid to come take Oleg's drink order.

"Hello, Master Oleg. Are you here for me or did you have other business to attend?"

** spoiler omitted **

Oleg hands you the writ and explains clearly and succinctly what alread happened in the council chambers - including the part about reminding you that until the value of the items have been determined - no one can be paid.

You are free to either social RP with him - or roll "Diplomacy" to Gather Information and try to find someone with the spell in town.

Shaezon reads over the document quickly then says,

"Interesting. Can you tell me where the items are being kept and if not who I should ask?"

Once he answers;

"Very good. Thank you, Oleg. As you are more familiar with the city than I would you be able to direct me to someone who sells minor arcane scrolls? There is a spell that I would like to add to my repetoir for just this instance."

Can I get a list of the items please so I know we're talking about the same things?

I'll work on posting more, but 2 things. I hope you're adding Shaezon and Misters posts to count toward my totals. Also I post primarily during the day whereas it appears as though everyone else posts primarily at night and has a lot more back and forth. I don't have a problem with this, but I would simply like it to be kept in mind. Thank you.

Although I will be around tonight I thought to speed things up I'd give you Shaezons plan. I included rolls also just in case they are needed, though not for actually identifying the items, because I need a list first.

1) Buy a scroll or find a caster with the spell in their book.

2) Decipher the writing DC=20+spell level or in the case of Identify DC 21. If the creator is present this skill check is bypassed, also if one uses Read Magic this check is similariliy bypassed. Assuming the roll is needed 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

3) Once deciphered Spend one hour studying the spell and adding it to one's spellbook. The cost at this level is 10G to do so. SPellcraft DC for this is 15 + Spell level or in this case DC 16. Should be a non issue unless I roll a 1 or a 2. 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

4) once the spell is in my book I want to use my bonded item power to call a spell from my book that I have not prepared. SPecifically Identify to help identify the items. That gives me a +25 (+10 identify +13 skill + 2 Elven racial feature) for up to six items based on the spell length and time required.

5) If that is not sufficient to identify everything Shaezon will prepare identify the next morning and return early to finish off his task.

Note: Mister effectively has a +4 to identify items, so he'll try to help, but his efforts may or may not be fruitful.

Long story short: At the very latest everything will be identified by the next morning barring artifact level items or other unforseen circumstance.

"Thank you for differing to my judgement on the matter, and of course, the brave men who sacrificed themselves in defense of the nation should be acknowledged. I'd like to see the men that were injured, give them my condolences and thank them for their efforts. Perhaps i can find Ariarh and have her administer spells tomorrow."

Ka'etil sighs heavily and shakes his head. "I paid Grishnak for information, We've yet to have a chance to use it yet. I wanted to present it to the council, show them his value as an asset, but going around chattering on about having "Protection" he's undermined the basic premiss of the partnership. He's supposed to not cause problems, and provide us with information, and in return he has less competition in his endeavors, as others who are less cooperative with the council will have issues as they are not cooperation and following our laws. He seems to have other intentions, so unless I can convince him to play by my rules, and the council to agree to make this work, then it shall all have been for naught."

"At the moment, we are lacking the resources to dam the lake. I Have been wanting to do so since we got here, and it seems that it shall soon prove less costly to simply sink the resources into the damn now. I shall speak with the others about this as soon as possible. First i think I shall speak to my captains, and get further reports from them as well."

To the captians
Ka'etil goes to the Barracks to speak to the captains. "Sylvath told me about the battle. I am deeply grieved for the losses, and my prayers go out to the lost and their families. I shall visit them presently, and speak to the troops, but first I need your reports."

To Arsinian
Gather Information: 1d20+10
"I had tasked your Experts with observing the Black Koda gang, as well as keeping track of whatever criminal elements in the city. What is your report?"

1d20+10
"Sir Mordrand, what further information do you have to...

To Kae

Kae – your speech seems well received, and your men seem genuinely enthusiastic about your words and praise. You are beginning to feel that – thought the town may not feel to well-disposed to you – certainly your men seem to.

You dismiss them shortly after your fine words, and meet specifically with your captains for the report on the Black Koda gang.

What you find is somewhat disappointing. Regrettably – setting a proper “spy network” so quickly is not truly possible. Having a few men seeking answers to some broad questions can be done – but not with the results you may have been looking for.

Essentially – you are informed that the “Black Koda” gang is divided into two loose “camps” – both serving the same purpose, seemingly.

The first “Camp” is the more benign of the two groups – what you may call the “priests” – these folk are generally preaching the usual ideology of most priests. Be good and charitable to your neighbors – generous in word and deed – friends and courteous… that sort of thing. The only thing that strikes you men curious is that their preaching is peppered with references to people seeking “True Enlightenment” – going back to the ancient ways, simpler times – before there was less trouble or mayhem – when people were good to one and other – the priests seem to suggest through commentary (and this comes to men of your party who spent weary hours listening to the diatribe) – that to get back to a time when things were “more pure” means that citizens should not be constrained by the bindings of “modern laws” – and “modern gods”.

The second camp is the seeming “militaristic” wing of the priests – it seems that many men act or function as bodyguards for the priests, and follow them around very closely – as private protection. These types are far less friendly or benign – your own men seem intimidated by them, but they have had no over trouble, as of yet.

As for the preaching in general - the general theme is centered around the idea that these people show honor to the gods – but it is more a type of general, round-about “respect”, rather then true worship. To these outsiders, the gods are like Celestial or Infernal “prophets” – sent to teach us the message of the true things of worship and respect – the ancient powers of the power before gods – and man, in his folly, has perverted this respect into a worship of things – which the priests consider disrespectful – nothing is deserving of “worship” – yet all things are deserving of “respect” – and that is all…

As a whole – this religious talk is not overtly against your laws – but, at the same time, it blasphemes the beliefs of many of your men; Sylvath especially – who has donated nearly 500 gold pieces of his own money to the construction of a temple dedicated to Apsu – another 1,000 were collected by the organization headed up by Hester Goodwyfe – another 500 collected from various donations, but – most interesting, or disturbing – was the presence of a donation discovered from an anonymous source – rare stones whose value was placed at 10,000 gold pieces.

Still – despite this wealth – no one in town knows who gave the stones – only that a letter indicated that they were meant for the foundation to the shrine of Apsu. This strikes your men as curious - but as you have not asked for formal details on this item, they have not formally investigated, rather - they have brought the matter to your attention to see what your next move is.

Meanwhile, after you have concluded your speech, you were informed that your efforts to attend to the men were well received by Goodwyfe’s folk – and that while your where in your tent she seemed to be riding on the coattails of your speech to speak to the troops about what her own organization would do to honor the memories of the fallen.

This is well received, but less so then your own speech – the men are happy for the praise, but not overly impressed with Goodwyfe.

However – as you conclude your interview with your men, an aide informs you that one of Goodwyfe’s people has remained behind and is asking to speak to you directly – one Colleen Rourke – you recall her from a brief meeting with other important types during your picnic dinner with Delain Essearian shortly before you left…

She awaits your pleasure outside, even as your own men loiter to see if you have any other questions.

At the mention of Lord Esserian, she blushes at Anuk-su's consistent lack of subtlety. The man had other matters on his mind and since my departure for the Temple may have even forgotten all about me. "Anuk-su, I am sure Lord Esserian has other pressing matters to attend to." Although, she made up her mind to take a look at his newly strengthened encampment and if he happened to be there then she would be cordial and say hello.

"I will take both Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus as my escort and guard into the part of the village where the southerners' reside. With Dior, the three of them make for great security. I appreciate the offer of one of your guard, Anuk-su, but I believe I should pay Glaidus for his services as I would Mister Ironhorse. It is only fair and fitting."

Hiring Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus: 500 gp less 70% (350) = 150 gp each.

"And after all is settled, I will gladly retire to our home with you. I seek its solace and comfort as much as you, my dear girl."

Ariarh, Dior and Anuk-su leave the meeting chamber, Ariarh quickly freshens up -- straightening her hair and splashing water on her face and drying it fresh and clean. The females walk to the stables to collect their horses and ride down to the village, Anuk-su cantering toward the Banks' home and Ariarh to the Ironhorses. Dior swoops down into their front yard.

Tethering her horse to the front post, she walks up the path, and knocking on the door, Ariarh waits for welcome and entrance into their home. Upon finding Henry, she casts a friendly smile and speaks, "Good afternoon, Mister Ironhorse. I do hope I find you and your family well. I would like to employ you as my personal escort into the tent camp of this new cultist group led by Hadad of House al-Kazeem. I would like to speak to the leader as soon as possible and I was wondering if you had time to come with me right now? Anuk-su has kindly arranged for one of her guardsmen, Glaidus, to join us as well."

Diplomacy with...

To Ariarh

For a job as simple as this, you won’t need to have any need to “hire” either Glaidus or Henry – they only need to be persuaded to help you (well – Anuk-su needs only “order” Glaidus – which she naturally does). Purchasing service generally falls under tasks that last more then a day, or potentially very dangerous – escorting you somewhere to make sure you are safe, then returning home – is something Henry will do – especially with your good Diplomacy Roll.

Leaving Anuk-su behind you are led through the maze of streets and of the new “Tent Town” – eventually come to a rather large pavilion-style tent, and, explaining your position and business – you are invited into the tent.

There you see a large man with black robes and a black wrap around his face and head – he is wearing a long curved sword at his hip – and is rather tall – for a normal man… Something about him almost doesn’t seem human.

Even so – you are directed to a heavy rug in front of a low laying table covered in bronze plates filled with fruits and cheeses, and goblets filled with wine. The man sitting behind the table is extremely suave and casual – he rises to great you and Salaam’s at your presence – then, after you are seated, makes himself comfortable.

This man seems to be in his late forties, though it is hard to be sure – he is wearing a large turban, the cloth from it draping around his head and shoulders – his robes are rich and opulent, and many jewels are on his person.

”Greetings Councilwoman Kane – A thousand apologies that my humble abode is so pedestrian for a lady of such quality. Yet it is the meager dwelling the gods have afforded me, and so I must endure it,” he says in a rolling accent, not unlike the southern folk you have met by the council chambers.

”For now, you are my guest – eat, drink – and enjoy what minor comforts and I can provide a lady such as yourself,” he adds in a polite, though oily, voice.

He waits to see if you will indulge in the food or drink. In either case, once you have tasted it or not, he helps himself to a glass, then addresses you more directly.

”My people tell me you are here to ask me questions? It is good – I am well pleased to answer anything that you would know of me, and my people,” he says with a very genteel tone.

Hey – while I’m at it – toss up a “Perception Check” at this time.

Dain GM wrote:

Shaezon Silverfall wrote:

Presumably Oleg finds Shaezon with little trouble. Shaezon sits in a corner table Glancing back and forth between two books and scribbling notes in one of them. Two glasses and a pitcher sit in front of Shaezon. One glass is full of wine. The pitcher and the other glass have remnants of water only.

Mister is sitting on the table casually drinking wine and eating bits off of a mostly empty plate. Mister looks lost in thought, but perks his snake-like neck up when Oleg enters. At that moment Shaezon was deep in thought staring into space, but at the same time Mister does Shaezon seems to look at and acknowledge Oleg.

Being roused from his reverie Shaezon acknowledges Oleg and waves him over indicating an empty chair at his table. Shaezon then motions the barmaid to come take Oleg's drink order.

"Hello, Master Oleg. Are you here for me or did you have other business to attend?"

** spoiler omitted **

Oleg hands you the writ and explains clearly and succinctly what alread happened in the council chambers - including the part about reminding you that until the value of the items have been determined - no one can be paid.

You are free to either social RP with him - or roll "Diplomacy" to Gather Information and try to find someone with the spell in town.

Shaezon reads over the document quickly then says,

"Interesting. Can you tell me where the items are being kept and if not who I should ask?"

Once he answers;

"Very good. Thank you, Oleg. As you are more familiar with the city than I would you be able to direct me to someone who sells minor arcane scrolls? There is a spell that I would like to add to my repetoir for just this instance."

Can I get a list of the items please so I know we're talking about the same things?

Oleg scratches his head in confusion.

"Minor scrollwork? I don't rightly know what you mean, sir," he adds.

"This town has minor resources, aye - but it dont' got anything like a wizard type who makes scrolls, as I know it - this town has a very limited set of resources to work with - a Shrine, a Barracks, a Town Hall - of course - a Dump - and a few other odds and ends - but there is nothing in town that suggests or implies that there be a shop fer someone to make or sell magical scrolls," he adds with confusion.

While Oleg is certainly right - there is no such shop - you are able to use "gather information" via "Diplomacy" to try to track down such a magic user who performs such services without a shop - Oleg will "aid you" in your attempt, but seems to be as clueless on where such a person is, or more so - on where to even find such a thing.

He quickly points at the writ - which seems to indicate the items of note are being stored in the treasury - and you have permission to retrieve them - as well as take them to be appraised and sold, if you can; but not without finding the folk in town who are interested in the gear - and not without knowing if anyone in your group would first rather put up the cost for such an item in advance.

The items in question include:

1. Magical Bow with a symbol of Erastil on the hilt -
2. Six golden leave - also magical
3. A basket woven of thin branches, like a cornucopia.

Note to all:

Don't get too used to Spellcraft cranking out answers to specific magical items and gear. Yeah - I read the rules - but I'm giving you all a direct heads up - so you know now - "Spellcraft" will not work nearly as much as you may think so, if at all, for identifying specific magical items.

I'd highly recommend getting the spell "Identify" - it will aid you a lot for the more complex items that you discover, though even that may not be successful on said items - sometimes you will just have to discover their properties the old fashioned way instead a few flat rolls.

Note to Shae

Naturally - as you have a more limited time to post as the rest of us - I shall roll Mister and your posts into one for Bonus BP. This is also a result of you being the only one in the party without an "alternative" character, just so you know.

]Re: mister. Groovy. Thank you.

To Oleg:

"Humm. Well, that is to say I am looking for someone of minor magical talent that may have access to the spell I will need. Perhaps a hedge magician of some kind."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Mister assists in the diplomacy roll to the best of his minor ability.

Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 3

Waa waaaa

Arasmes looks at the assembled group and says I am sorry for the trouble that you have experienced with this Black Koda group. Khromm, you and I are not from very far apart, at least as far as distance go. I was born in the very north of Katapesh, near the Brazen Peaks. Well Mistress Isani and Clari that takes care of you both as to why you are here. Although Clari I am unclear as to how you know of Councilman Malas'rae? What about you miss Lazurien, and you Khromm? Why have you come to Saravale? Also you have all come from the south and you can be invaluable to us if you had any information of the Black Koda and their activities. We know very little about them and would seek to stomp their slaving practices out if we can. I will not stand for it so close to Saravale. He says with a fervor that can only come from someone intimately familiar with the horrors of slavery.

"If you would be able to do some investigation to ascertain where the large gift came from, I'd be interested, but mainly, I'd suggest maintaining a watchful eye on the Koda as time goes on."

lets see what colleen wants...

Ka'etil exits the chambers with his men, and approaches Colleen. With a smile he approaches her saying "Miss Rourke, it is a pleasure to see you once again. I appreciate your past efforts regarding our memorials, and your charitable endeviors. Keeps something nice to return home to. So, how may i be of service to you today?"

Arasmes looks at the assembled group and says I am sorry for the trouble that you have experienced with this Black Koda group. Khromm, you and I are not from very far apart, at least as far as distance go. I was born in the very north of Katapesh, near the Brazen Peaks. Well Mistress Isani and Clari that takes care of you both as to why you are here. Although Clari I am unclear as to how you know of Councilman Malas'rae? What about you miss Lazurien, and you Khromm? Why have you come to Saravale? Also you have all come from the south and you can be invaluable to us if you had any information of the Black Koda and their activities. We know very little about them and would seek to stomp their slaving practices out if we can. I will not stand for it so close to Saravale. He says with a fervor that can only come from someone intimately familiar with the horrors of slavery.

Clari "grins" at Arasmes, and "casually" tells him, "Malas'rae and i grew up together, after his father brutally murdered everyone in my family, save myself. You see the man was a powerful sorcerer and binder of fiends, so with his vile servants, my beloved father and mother were no match for him, leaving him free to slaughter the rest of the children by his own hand. I been traveling, trying to find the bastard, but lost him, and have been contenting myself with helping in the killin' of demons in Kyonin. I jsut wanted to check up on the little brat, seems to have grown up a bit since i left, tho, as short-lived races are wont to do. not sure how far the apple's fallen from the tree, considering who Malas'rae is associating with these days." Clari is not being overtly hostile, and there is nothing threatening about her demeanor. She's just blunt in a very rude way, not bothering to avoid insult, while she is casually sits there.

"You know, not that i think about it, do you know if you have any elven wine? I'd vary much like some after the trip up here."

]Re: mister. Groovy. Thank you.

To Oleg:

"Humm. Well, that is to say I am looking for someone of minor magical talent that may have access to the spell I will need. Perhaps a hedge magician of some kind."

Diplomacy 1d20+1

As this roll is not successful enough to find anyone - Oleg will attempt to help you with an Diplomacy Check -

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

The target number is 18 - it should be noted that if Oleg succeeds in finding your target, however - he will be requiring a finders fee...

This assumes he is able to make the roll.

Failing that - you are able to roll again the next hour - and try again...

FYI - while I don't mind Mister sharing your post quota for bonus BP- this presumes he is choosing to actually post things more then one sentence rolls. This bonus is meant to encourage Social RP - as everyone now has an "Alt" - they are free to "talk to themselves" - so if I am not home to post, and they do not wish to interact with the others, they can "talk to themselves" - and create a dialogue between two parties. This can easily happen to you and Mister - I don't intend on being a Nazi on this - but please keep this in mind as we continue. Thanks!

]Re: mister. Groovy. Thank you.

To Oleg:

"Humm. Well, that is to say I am looking for someone of minor magical talent that may have access to the spell I will need. Perhaps a hedge magician of some kind."

Diplomacy 1d20+1

After roughly an hour of searching - you find a family that is able to help you - perhaps.

It seems that the father is a former scribe from Brevoy - who lost his business due to some gambling trouble.

He came to Brevoy with his wife and young son to attempt to start a new life.

You doubt very much he can help you, though he does possess a collection of old musty books and tomes which he is happy to help you search through if he has anything that can be of service.

Very quickly you realize two things:

1. He is no use to you whatsoever.

2. However - his young son seems to be very helpful...

- It seems that the son of this man is somewhat on the weak side - he has spent most of his time helping his father scribe scrolls - and is very well versed in reading and writing - and knows several languages.

Hearing what you are looking for he quickly searches some chests and brings out a musty volume with some moldy pages - flipping through them until he finds the spell you are looking for.

You are impressed with the young lad's attention to detail, as well as the relative ease with which he seems to grasp basic magical theory...

It seems this lad is able to find the information with ease - because he is able to Read Magic - which strikes you as very interesting...

When his father discovers your need, he quickly excuses the lad (the boy is only 14, by the way, but seems very intelligent, if not a bit shy to be in your presence).

The father, seeing your need - is prepared to offer you use of the scroll for a modest price - 500 gold pieces!

(You sense this is an extremely clumsy opening bid on the price of the option to copy the spell - he clearly has no idea what it is worth - or how to bargain about magical items).

Glancing around the house, however - you see that not only is it very poor (you'd guess they are having trouble even feeding themselves - much less the boy) - but the boy, who seems to be very quiet, is watching you very intently - or perhaps his eyes or on Mister - surely a new sight to a young lad.

As he watches you with his serious brown eyes from under a mop of dirty brown hair, you see he seems to be holding something in his hand - you squint a bit, and you see the following -

What the boy is holding...

As you watch the boy for a moment, stroking your chin - you vaguely hear Oleg debating the cost of copying the scroll - claiming it is far too high, though you are sure he is merely pursuing a matter of formality - confident that Oleg has no idea at the cost of copying the magic spell - also sure that 500 gold pieces would set up the shop on a grand scale for, perhaps - six months!

Yes - 500 gold pieces is too high - perhaps there is another method you could employ to counter the deal, however?

Arasmes looks at the assembled group and says I am sorry for the trouble that you have experienced with this Black Koda group. Khromm, you and I are not from very far apart, at least as far as distance go. I was born in the very north of Katapesh, near the Brazen Peaks. Well Mistress Isani and Clari that takes care of you both as to why you are here. Although Clari I am unclear as to how you know of Councilman Malas'rae? What about you miss Lazurien, and you Khromm? Why have you come to Saravale? Also you have all come from the south and you can be invaluable to us if you had any information of the Black Koda and their activities. We know very little about them and would seek to stomp their slaving practices out if we can. I will not stand for it so close to Saravale. He says with a fervor that can only come from someone intimately familiar with the horrors of slavery.

Khromm looks around the place, wondering where his beer is – and if it is actually coming, or if all these folk prefer to drink is their watered down grapejuice and honey water!

”I come from away south, too – near Thuvia and Mwangi – south-western side of Osirion – where it breaks up into harsh country – far from your civilized townships,” he adds, with a bored tone.

”But, just so you know – I’ll spill it for you fair; I’ve seen this town that seems to anger you so – I know it – I know where it is, I know how to find it – I know the folk that live there, and I know something of their ways,” he says with a flat tone.

”But, I’m thinking that’s a lot of information to be just handing out – if you understand me?” he says, pressing the bit.

”Something like that could be very helpful to people like you, I don’t doubt – so; if I can’t make it any more clear – what’s in it for me? I don’t know you – any of you – but I know two ways to survive – steel, and coin,” he continues with a flat voice.

"In some places, if I want to survive, I'd kill what I wished and take what I wanted, rather then work for coin and spend it on what I want," he adds.

”But I don't think I'll be doing that here, at least, not yet - but that's because right now I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt – I’m thinking that you want to handle those scum for a reason. Well and good! In that case – I can help you – a lot. But, like I said – what’s in it for me? What’s my reward for the help – because, I promise you – I can be useful – but my services aren’t cheap,” he adds.

The board is set – game's to you Arasmes – what do you do at the offer – and what is your reaction? You have a “Hunch”, though – that Khromm will take a lot of information about both you and the town itself, as you are the acting representative of the town – simply on what you choose to offer – and how you choose to respond.

"If you would be able to do some investigation to ascertain where the large gift came from, I'd be interested, but mainly, I'd suggest maintaining a watchful eye on the Koda as time goes on."

lets see what colleen wants...

Ka'etil exits the chambers with his men, and approaches Colleen. With a smile he approaches her saying "Miss Rourke, it is a pleasure to see you once again. I appreciate your past efforts regarding our memorials, and your charitable endeviors. Keeps something nice to return home to. So, how may i be of service to you today?"

”And just how the hell are we supposed to find out about the donated loot – sir,” Arsinian says about the mysterious donation with a grumbling tone, quickly adding the "sir" after Mordrand gives him a hard look.

”I am sure my comrade means to suggest that the entire chest was brought to the place where the foundations where being dug for the shrine to Apsu – other then some basic stacks of lumber, and some other miscellaneous gear for construction – there was nothing there – nothing of real value – not even a guard! In the morning, when the workers came to continue the crafting – they found a large chest, newly arrived. On the top of the chest was a thin scroll tied with a silk ribbon.”

”They opened the scroll – it contained a polite greeting and informed the people that the proceeds inside the chest were meant specifically for the continuation of the construction of the shrine – nothing else. It seemed to infer that the parties who made the donation wished to remain anonymous – but were powerful enough to know if the stones were not used as requested. There was no signature, and the handwriting – though beautiful – well… we could find nothing of note to it – except for one minor, and somewhat unusual detail,” Mordrand adds.

”Aye – the bloody ink!” Arsinian breaks in.

”Yes – I was just getting to that,” Mordrand retorts with a somewhat annoyed tone.

”The ink, sir – was an unusual color – it was vermillion, sir – I have never seen such a color for ink, have you, sir? Do you know if it has any meaning? Not even Sir Sylvath or Master Adjt could divine the purpose to it,” he adds, wondering if you could come up with any theories.

Unless you have any other follow up questions for your men... If not, then the following occurs.

As you ponder this information, they both salute, then excuse themselves so that you are free to meet with Miss Rourke, who has waited patiently for you for some time.

She is ushered into Sylvath’s tent – for he is outside while you conduct business.

She is wearing her long blonde hair in a tidy bun, and has a silver headband in her hair. Currently she is wearing soft buckskin trousers, and a long white tunic, sleeveless, belted around her waist with a leather belt with a heavy pewter buckle.

You see she has a large satchel over her shoulder, and wonder what may be inside, as you indicate that she sit.

She makes herself comfortable behind the chair and looks at you for a moment, considering your bulk and the obvious barbaric features that you carry yourself with.

”Greetings, Mister Malas’rae,” she says in a pleasant, but soft voice.

”I am, as you most likely recall – Colleen Rourke – and I work with Hester Goodwyfe’s company – we are dedicated to helping the community become free of certain problems and difficulties – but, most notably – we are interested in helping make this town a respectable place where people can be proud of it,” she adds.

”I should say – though while here I have strongly advocated for the support of memorials to recognize any man, or woman, who has sacrificed their life for the good of the town – your men did well in the fight – and, naturally, Miss Goodwyfe wished to be present for the speech you made, for though she has no issue with supporting good ideals – she is equally able to enjoy her own success in such ventures,” Colleen adds, giving you wry smile.

”In any case – we were all here – and moved very much by your speech – it was very commendable, and quite honorable, as well – I wished to thank you personally for your actions, and your words – but I wanted to do it privately, so you knew I wasn’t trying to show off for the town,” she adds.

”You should know that although we have many different ideas – I firmly believe that we both want this town to be something truly special – and I think though our methods may be different – well… I think that in time we may be able to do really wonderful things here,” she adds, her smile now turning a little shy.

”Yes, well – um, that’s really all I wanted to say. Thank you for your words – they were very noble – and I will remember them, and your kindness,” she adds.

Then, Miss Rourke stands up and gives you brief curtsey and leaves.

Unless, of course, you had any other questions – you are able to ask her something, if you choose – before she leaves.

Arasmes ibn'Fayad wrote:

Arasmes looks at the assembled group and says I am sorry for the trouble that you have experienced with this Black Koda group. Khromm, you and I are not from very far apart, at least as far as distance go. I was born in the very north of Katapesh, near the Brazen Peaks. Well Mistress Isani and Clari that takes care of you both as to why you are here. Although Clari I am unclear as to how you know of Councilman Malas'rae? What about you miss Lazurien, and you Khromm? Why have you come to Saravale? Also you have all come from the south and you can be invaluable to us if you had any information of the Black Koda and their activities. We know very little about them and would seek to stomp their slaving practices out if we can. I will not stand for it so close to Saravale. He says with a fervor that can only come from someone intimately familiar with the horrors of slavery.

Clari "grins" at Arasmes, and "casually" tells him, "Malas'rae and i grew up together, after his father brutally murdered everyone in my family, save myself. You see the man was a powerful sorcerer and binder of fiends, so with his vile servants, my beloved father and mother were no match for him, leaving him free to slaughter the rest of the children by his own hand. I been traveling, trying to find the bastard, but lost him, and have been contenting myself with helping in the killin' of demons in Kyonin. I jsut wanted to check up on the little brat, seems to have grown up a bit since i left, tho, as short-lived races are wont to do. not sure how far the apple's fallen from the tree, considering who Malas'rae is associating with these days." Clari is not being overtly hostile, and there is nothing threatening about her demeanor. She's just blunt in a very rude way, not bothering to avoid insult, while she is casually sits there.

"You know, not that i think about it, do you know if you have any elven wine? I'd vary much like some after the trip up here."

Khromm gives you a hard look, but says nothing, shaking his head in near stupefaction.

"So you had the chance to kill someone you had a blood oath against - and you... you... you did nothing?" he asks in near awe at your lackadaisical attitude.

"What kind of a creature are you?" he prompts, in a shocked voice, half talking to himself, his gaze now turning into naked contempt, seeing her cheerfully decide to switch conversation from murdering her half brother into a enjoying a "tasty beverage".

Suddenly, his eyes widen in surprise, then he nods, almost to himself.

Turning to Arasmes, he mouths something - you cannot see what it is, however, but he taps his skull twice, and nods at Arasmes after you comments.

To Ariarh

Leaving Anuk-su behind you are led through the maze of streets and of the new “Tent Town” – eventually come to a rather large pavilion-style tent, and, explaining your position and business – you are invited into the tent.

There you see a large man with black robes and a black wrap around his face and head – he is wearing a long curved sword at his hip – and is rather tall – for a normal man… Something about him almost doesn’t seem human.

Even so – you are directed to a heavy rug in front of a low laying table covered in bronze plates filled with fruits and cheeses, and goblets filled with wine. The man sitting behind the table is extremely suave and casual – he rises to great you and Salaam’s at your presence – then, after you are seated, makes himself comfortable.

This man seems to be in his late forties, though it is hard to be sure – he is wearing a large turban, the cloth from it draping around his head and shoulders – his robes are rich and opulent, and many jewels are on his person.

”Greetings Councilwoman Kane – A thousand apologies that my humble abode is so pedestrian for a lady of such quality. Yet it is the meager dwelling the gods have afforded me, and so I must endure it,” he says in a rolling accent, not unlike the southern folk you have met by the council chambers.

”For now, you are my guest – eat, drink – and enjoy what minor comforts and I can provide a lady such as yourself,” he adds in a polite, though oily, voice.

He waits to see if you will indulge in the food or drink. In either case, once you have tasted it or not, he helps himself to a glass, then addresses you more directly.

”My people tell me you are here to ask me questions? It is good – I am well pleased to answer anything that you would know of me, and my people,” he says with a very genteel tone.

Hey – while I’m at it – toss up a “Perception Check” at this time.

Ariarh enters the tent with her escorts, Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus. They stand on either side of her (just slightly back) when she sits down on the rug. Dior follows and walks over to stand by Henry Ironhorse's side.

"Thank you for your generous hospitality, Mister al-Kazeem." Ariarh politely bows her head and takes up the glass with water, forgoing the wine, which she is not particularly fond of.

Ariarh sips on some water for she had supped earlier in the meeting chamber. She looks about the tent, curiously, wondering at the man's easy manner regarding her questioning.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Dain GM wrote:

To Ariarh

Leaving Anuk-su behind you are led through the maze of streets and of the new “Tent Town” – eventually come to a rather large pavilion-style tent, and, explaining your position and business – you are invited into the tent.

There you see a large man with black robes and a black wrap around his face and head – he is wearing a long curved sword at his hip – and is rather tall – for a normal man… Something about him almost doesn’t seem human.

Even so – you are directed to a heavy rug in front of a low laying table covered in bronze plates filled with fruits and cheeses, and goblets filled with wine. The man sitting behind the table is extremely suave and casual – he rises to great you and Salaam’s at your presence – then, after you are seated, makes himself comfortable.

This man seems to be in his late forties, though it is hard to be sure – he is wearing a large turban, the cloth from it draping around his head and shoulders – his robes are rich and opulent, and many jewels are on his person.

”Greetings Councilwoman Kane – A thousand apologies that my humble abode is so pedestrian for a lady of such quality. Yet it is the meager dwelling the gods have afforded me, and so I must endure it,” he says in a rolling accent, not unlike the southern folk you have met by the council chambers.

”For now, you are my guest – eat, drink – and enjoy what minor comforts and I can provide a lady such as yourself,” he adds in a polite, though oily, voice.

He waits to see if you will indulge in the food or drink. In either case, once you have tasted it or not, he helps himself to a glass, then addresses you more directly.

”My people tell me you are here to ask me questions? It is good – I am well pleased to answer anything that you would know of me, and my people,” he says with a very genteel tone.

Hey – while I’m at it – toss up a “Perception Check” at this time.

...

You perceive that the water is quite tasty! And, as for your host - you perceive everything is just fine! His guard seems quite dangerous, though - but nothing unusual in that.

Dior turns his head toward his mistress and wonders why she is being so casual with this stranger and his dangerous looking guards. It seems as though he is shaking his head in disbelief at her naivety in this moment as she sips her water.

Perception check (re signs of danger, anything out of the ordinary): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24