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She listens to Bridget talk of the boxing match, the unsanctioned animal bloodsport, the shrine to Apsu and Kae's association with the disreputable and unpopular Grishnak. And then finally the bejewelled comb. She delicately turns the comb in her hands, looking closely at the stones, gauging their makeup and value.
"It is very pretty."
"Bridget, I am happy that you felt comfortable enough to tell me about Grishnak's activities during my absence." With her free hand she clasps Bridget's arm gently, wondering if Bridget had an ulterior motive in speaking poorly of Grishnak, although she could understand why, she wondered if DeVille had a hand in this "information sharing". Still, she gave Bridget the benefit of the doubt and showed her kindness and tried to put her at ease.
"Grishnak is no Councilman, my dear. He has no sanctioned power or legitimate influence in Saravale and if he is spreading such words than they are lies. I mean to get to the bottom of this now I am back in town. Also, I will not condone senseless animal bloodsport and will do all in my power not to permit its legalisation, and will petition to outlaw it. I will speak with the other Councilmen in regard to this issue."
"In regard to Councilman Ka'etil Malas'rae and his so-called association and secret dealings with the half-orc Grishnak, I will speak to him directly and seek the truth of it from his mouth. If there is something going on that the rest of the Council are not aware of then I shall uncover it. I know Councilman Ka'etil and I am sure there is a reasonable explanation to what is being insinuated around town." Her brows furrow in deep thought and anxiety as her concerns since they left for the Temple of the Elk were now revived and ever-present. What is going on in this town? We set out to make a respectable, honourable capital and here I am inundated with claims...
To Ariarh
Bridget holds you again, thanking you for your kind words.
”No, no – nothing like that – nothing too bad…” she adds, about business.
”Well – it is what it is…” she adds with a sheepish smile.
”When I was a young girl I had dreams of becoming someone special – a lady of renown, as it were. Of course – when you have no money, no family, no influence, and no education – this is very difficult. But here, because of my beauty – I’m the “toast of the town” – at least inside these walls. Here many men will fawn over me, and offer me money, drinks, trinkets, and treat me like a lady – even if it simply means that I’ll favor them with some private services in the bedroom,” she ends with a shrug, and a slight grimace of distaste.
”Now, mister DeVille – he isn’t the same as other types of men who runs this sort business – he… he knows we’re only whores – but he doesn’t treat us that way, and doesn’t want us to be treated that way, either. Oh, I’m sure it’s just for “good business”, as it were – he sees to our medical needs; we’re not poxed, nor are we pregnant, nor beaten, and we get a better cut of the money. We attract different types of men is why – men who want a girl who’s been trained to sing, and to dance, and to make pleasant small talk around the table – and knows proper table manners, and fine wines, and the right fashion… When I am to “escort” a dignitary for the evening, if you didn’t know it – you’d think that I was a high society lady myself,” she adds with a little ironic laugh.
”But – well, at least here I can pretend to be one. Still – if I was some doxy turning cheap tricks for a few copper – we’d get that sort of business – drifters, drunks, vagrants looking for a quick night’s pleasure and paying only a few measly coins. But here – because of the training we need to do to look “presentable” – we get men who pay lots of money. I have to admit – Mister DeVille normally charges a man roughly two-hundred gold pieces per hour for my services – or, generally - one-thousand a night,” she adds with a tone that has a strange mixture of both embarrassment and pride.
”Of course – I only keep five percent of that – but in a good week I can earn anywhere from one-hundred and fifty to two-hundred gold pieces, all for me to keep – and all my clothing and food and cosmetics are free – and I’m kept in the best dresses, and fashions – because the men with that kind of money are the same type of men who like to display it – and such men gamble a lot, which is why we’re valuable to Mister DeVille,” she adds with a shrug.
She lifts the delicate comb in her hand – you see that it is a piece of smooth stone, carved delicately – – the stone looks like a semi-circle and is about three inches wide, and about a half inch in height. From the base of the stone is a series of thin silver prongs – the “bristles” for the comb – which can be used to hold back her hair. You see she is still wearing the other one even now.
”I have no doubt this isn’t really mine – the day I decide to leave him – it will stay here – for the next girl, I suppose – but, in the meantime I earn my money, and put it aside quietly. Girls like me don’t last long in this sort of affair – men like us to be young and fresh, but – with talent, and skill – I may continue to work for another five to even ten years. By then, I’ll have enough to buy my own house – and enough money besides to attract a fine husband – or at least one who can help support me,” she adds with a hopeful grin and a wink.
”Still – I suppose the only trouble on the horizon I see – if you really are planning on stopping all the harassment we receive from that terrible Grishnak – is this Dame Goodwyfe – it seems she does not like our business – and has petitioned the town insesantly to close us down. But, we’re not breaking any law – I see no reason for this – but she simply won’t let up. Is there any way you could just talk to her – let her know that we’re just trying to run a fair business – and that all her words are merely hurtful and unfair?” Bridget asks, clearly tired of the stigma of being called “Whore” – and, you have no doubt – this is not eased by the speaking of Hester Goodwyfe.
”Other then that – business is going well – we have a small band that plays here in evening time – they are quite good – if you should like to come by some time – I recommend watching them. They play mostly music from Brevoy – on request – but they are actually from northern Galt – and they tend to have quite the flair for the dramatic during their performances… Oh, that reminds me – we have a new talent, as well – a dancing girl – from Ustalav, actually – she does some sort of exotic dancing – she uses swords and scarves and other various costumes – it’s really quite interesting, and the crowd enjoys it. What? No – nothing like that – it’s more artistic, I should say exotic and not erotic, if you understand me? Still – we set a fine table, and you’re welcome to come any time and visit here – the music is good, the dancing enjoyable – and the food quite delicious. Maybe you can come again some time and we can visit when I am not working?” she adds, hopefully.
With all of this in mind – you are free to ask her more questions – or return to Cloudwatch Keep as soon as you’d like.
She waves aside the offering of beer. "I mean no rudeness, Mister Brett, but I favour water. Thank you. This will do", pointing to her mug of water on the table in front of her.
The Holbyt was certainly bold in his manner, recollecting the wink he sent her way. He has a similar mischievousness to Eirene, in a way, she reflects privately.
"You mentioned distant relations from the southlands. Would you share your story of them with me? I do enjoy interesting tales."
"I am a Priestess of the Everlight, the benevolent Lady Sarenrae. Have you heard of her?"
"And it does not strike me strange at all that you should follow the teachings of Apsu for each person chooses their own path, one that can be separate to society's expectations or preferences. I was fortunate to study under great tutors, priests and priestesses in Sothis, protected within the walls of the Temple of the Eternal Sun. You could say I am a scholar with a deep curiosity. My teachers would share with me many ancient proverbs and one I have taken very much to heart goes like this, The seed includes all the possibilities of the tree. The seed will develop these possibilities, however, only if it receives corresponding energies from the sky." She flashes Brett a bright, rare smile, as if the light and textures in the proverb expanded her very soul. She is silent for a moment, cataloguing her thoughts and responses, and touching the ankh about her neck.
"I do not wish to bore you, Mister Brett. I seek refuge and position within your town. I am learned and have practical healing skill and the compassion that goes hand-to-hand with it. The Everlight has blessed me with my abilities and I undertake my duty with utmost dedication. Mister ibn'Fayad has proffered the idea of an Interfaith Council and I must admit the purpose of it has struck me with a certain fervor and would like to be included. In addition, I possess a proficiency in dealing with...
To Isani
Brett looks at the water with a frown, and shrugs a bit.
”Plain water – well, that just don’t sit right with me – how about I sweeten it a bit with some honey and cinnamon? That be good stuff – tasty, too – and it makes the water all the more delicious,” he adds, as Khromm lets out an impatient sigh from all the talking.
Brett leans back in his chair, and hooks his thumbs in his belt.
”Well – to be fair – the rumor – at least out o’ Cheliax – be that the lads in the southern places – closer to Mwagani then Osirion, I reckon – they did stuff to anger the gods – prayed to the Old Ones – as it were – and other dross. So – the gods smote the land with fire from heaven – and, well – now it be desert. But – with their assault it sort o’ twisted the folk that live there. Over time little quirks we all got sort of changed with age – adapted fer the desert, as it were – Elves that lived well in forests – and they got no forests to live in now – they say they end up learning to run from place to place – getting longer, taller, and leaner then Elves should be – so they can run faster to next place o’ water. Them hairy basterds – Dwarves? They say they loosed all their hair in the south – too damn hot – and the lads there now got no hair at all – even as Happy Chappy here, don’t,” Brett says, jerking his thumb at the stoic Mul – who merely continues to write.
”They got heaps o’ other differences too – most of it be probably rot – like people that be like bug-men – and folk don’t ride horses, they ride giant bugs, or lizards – which be better living in desert – and they got folk who done fly – and, well – they say the folk like me – that is – the Halfling folk – why… we like little groves and green places, and like to eat, too – and they say we gather at old forests and jungle places and near “haunted lands” – and we protect temples to the Old Ones – and kill any who trespass – and eat them, living or dead – when we catch them… Pretty brutal stuff – but it all be rot, like as not,” he adds with a grin, and – for the first time – you see Khromm pause from his writing – you sense, and have enough lore from the lands from your home – to know most, if not all – of what Brett is telling you is accurate, even if he doesn’t really believe it….
”Here we be simpler types, I guess – mayhap ‘cause we didn’t piss off the gods! Fer me – the only thing I like to cook is good beef, good pork, good mutton – good elk, good sausage, good chickens, good eggs, and bacon… and, uh… well – ye get the idea?” he trails off somewhat sheepishly.
Brett listens for a bit, considering what Isani says.
”Huh – well, if ye ask me – I don’t know much about religion – as it were – but they say in this land – hundreds of years ago or something – there be men and dragons who shared the wealth, as it were – alies and friends, and such. They got a lot o’ old ruins about – hell – this whole rock fortress be one o’ them – an old ruin of some old castle long ago – but anyhow – the shrines we done find – it seemed the human folk worshipped the god o’ nature – they call him Erastil up here – but the dragon folk be worshiping their god – they call him Apsu – and we finded a group of refuges left to guard a princess – but they all be bounded in magic sleep – and when we waked them – well, as they all be lads, and nay women folk – they wanted to preserve their lore – so they taught me – kind o’ turned me around on things – including me religion, as it were. Now – after talking to me mates – the silver kobolds – ye got kobolds down south, reckon – but not silver ones – never heard of them before now – or do ye have any south?” Brett asks, suddenly curious.
”Anyhow – that be my story on how I finded faith, as it were. They be good lads, too – they all sort o’ look after miss Anuk-su – ye’ll meet her later – she’s a right one, I’ll grant ye – but a fiery spirit – and thinks she runs everything – even though she barely seven or so – but that be because she not only a princess from her folk – but also – if ye’ll believe it – a bloody dragon!” Brett adds with a shake of his head.
”Still – she done spends her day walking around as a little girl – so, ye won’t hardly notice the dragon part – except it be right hard to understand her lingo – with all the “Thee” and the “Thou” hash – but, ye’ll catch on right enough, I’d warrant,” he adds with a grin.
Brett considers this a bit.
”Well – can’t say one way or the other on that – maybe we should look to the future though – I mean to say – a lot of towns got certain areas fer certain things – one area be fer houses – one be fer shops – one be fer temples. Or rather – we could make one fer temples, eh? Then we’d know where everyone go to pray – and all the priests can be in the same area – and we’d know where in the town the healers be – the priests be – and so on. Then, they could have a little section just fer their own bosses to meet and talk shop, as it were – then send an agent from the “temple district” to visit us when we want to learn more about what all o’ them are up to – ye know, holidays, fast days, feast days – that sort o’ thing,” Brett adds with a grin.
It seems clear he likes the idea of having a part of town dedicated to the churches – but you sense this is more from his militaristic training. Whenever you keep a certain type of organization in one section of the town – it is easier to watch the type of people that go there – easier to watch, police, spy on, or listen to, depending on the need – and, if you had those types in one part of town – then they could all meet easier to share their own theories on what to do next.
Though Brett hadn't even considered an “Inter-Faith” Council – such a thing would fit in perfectly with his plans to create “Zones” for Shrines and Temples – shops and stores – factories and warehouses – and so on.
”Oh – that ain’t much to tell. When I was a lad my family went around Cheliax – we done dressed up like circus folk. Called us "Carines" – went about doing our business, eating lots o’ cabbage – that sort o’ thing… We’d come into town, put on a show – then at night, we’d slip out and do mischief to any that kept slaves, or did praise to evil gods or demon folk – kept at it all the way north, then met a lad who I done rescued – son of a Duke – good lad, too – when I rescued him from slavers he brought me to meet his da’ which I did – and then, a little o’ this – a little o’ that – and I be made a Sword Scion to the Duke! Well – with that in my pocket and a need to get out and do good – I hear they were looking for lads to clear out this place from bandit types – and they were giving any who could do it free claim on the land, if we managed to put the bandits down hard.”
”Now – I said to meself all along – that they’ll just use me – if I do it and fail – no harm to them that sent us. If I do it and succeed – at worst case I make a go of things here, and they have a free trade post to do business with – while I work to stomp out all the bandit folk. And if I do really good – and they get jealous – then they can just ride in and take us over,” he adds, sipping some more beer and giving a cool gasp at the flavor.
”Of course – I say – let ‘em try! Been working damn hard down here to see that ain’t going to happen – but, well – we see how things be going, eh? Meantime – we got a town – a village, too – and mostly folk like us pretty damn good. If at the end o’ the day that happens to be all I do – I’m proud o’ it – and I can go to bed knowing I did good, and that’s worth it,” he adds with a nod.
It seems Brett is confident that – no matter if the town fails or succeeds – that taking the challenge to task – making the effort – and doing what you can – this is the most important thing.
To Shaezon
Let me know how long it will take you to do Spellcraft checks on each item – and then, make your rolls. You can post the rolls – I shall post your “aid checks” – and then, we can share the “results’ with everyone in the morning.
Meanwhile – I have a hunch you won’t be able to do all of the rolls until “after dinner’ – when you meet with everyone else. If so – you can social RP yourself coming into dinner, talking with the others – learning what everyone has to say – and then, going from there – and discovering the results that you make after dinner – and the value therein.
After you make the rolls – toss up an “Appraise” check to see if you can gauge the value of each item on open market. Galen will assist you in this – if he can.
Galen’s sheet should be done soon – I am working on it, though. I’ve never built a wizard before – so I have a lot of “catch-up” work to do. It should be on the board soon.
At some point when Shaezon and Oleg are walking together. "Master Oleg, I am in need of some land to build a school. I think a short distance from the city would be appropriate. Perhaps a couple hours by horseback. On a mountain would be ideal, but I'm not aware of any around here. I was wondering if perhaps you had any thoughts on the matter?"
To Shaezon
Oleg strokes his chin thoughtfully.
”Don’t rightly know of such a place myself – but I think that maybe Brett might – he does love his maps! But say – didn’t they say there was some kind of mountain outcrop – like a tower – all by itself – near where they found the silver kobolds – and it were near the water, too – at least – something like that. The tower in the rock be like this here fortress – carved clever and hidden – you can’t see it from the outside well; just a tall rock jutting from the plains, as it were – but it’s already made, I think. Ask Brett, or the others – they’ll steer you in the right direction,” Oleg adds sagely.
"The green stone in your hair combs is rare indeed and valuable no doubt about it. Whoever donated these stones certainly had the means to give them up for a good community cause. Does anyone have an idea who could have donated the stones? No murmurings or gossip you have come across, Bridget?"
"Hester Goodwyfe is quite a difficult character on the best of days, Bridget, and I cannot assure you that my words will have much or any effect on the woman. But, I will certainly speak with her as I have heard her committee has recently established a park and I would see that, as well. I will of course let you know how my meeting goes with her. If you have a desire to be educated, then mayhap I can assist you in this intention. Leave it with me for now and I shall attempt to arrange a tutor of some kind. Would this be something you would accept?"
"I must go now, Bridget, but thank you for seeing me for I know you are busy. I will try and come by DeVille's one evening for a meal and to listen to the band. I am fond of good music. I will send word to you soon, my dear. Take care now. Oh, and please pass on my compliments to Mister DeVille for ensuring safe working conditions for his employees and for staging such a successful and entertaining tournament in the Council's absence." She gives Bridget a quick peck on the cheek as she knows how demonstrative and affectionate Bridget can be and she doesn't mind it.
Seeking out Henry, Glaidus and Dior, she finds them and exits the establishment with her escorts in tow once more. "Mister Ironhorse, let us be away quickly. I would speak to you all back at your home and then I must return to the Keep and report in with the other Councilmen."
Bridget does not have any idea where the stones came from. Actually the rumor is that "no one" knows where they came. From their donation is the talk of the town - and it seems odd that such a large donation to a religious organization - but no "return address" on the package...
Some people have hinted that "they know who it was from..." - but when anyone presses the issue - the person is generally discovered to a braggart of a liar. No one saw who brought the stones - they were deposited in a place that could have easily be seen - but to drag the box of stones there would have certainly been an "obvious" action - someone must have seen something - yet no one seems to have.
Ironhorse points out that though he does not mind escorting you back to the Council Chambers - you are pretty much out of time to do anything if you intend to get back to the group for dinner. You simply don't have enough time for both.
If there is something quick - let me know - otherwise - you need to get back to the others so they don't become worried at your absence.
"A little honey and cinnamon would be appreciated, Mister Brett. Thank you." She is not fussed either way -- used to her water plain -- yet not inflexible when it came to courtesy and the Holbyt was certainly a generous host.
"One can expect creatures to adapt to environment and clime if they wish to survive. Mister Khromm is testament to this, as you can see." She means this in a good natured way and nods respectfully at the Mul, hoping to establish a delicate truce, enough that he may stop with the warding gestures whenever she looks his way. "And by the sounds of it you seem to enjoy cooking, Mister Brett. I have not had much experience with a diverse palate as I have not ventured out of Osirion until now. I am not sure if my enjoyment will be as grand as yours, but I am willing to try the fare." She smiles at Brett, showing him she is capable of meeting him half way.
"Silver kobolds? I know of kobolds in general, you are correct. But of a metallic kind? No, I have never seen such a creature before, well except for one of the riders who met us on the way in ... a Sir Sylvath? His colouring makes me believe he is one of which you speak. I have read extensive tomes and I might be able to recollect mention of such creatures and their history."
"I look forward to forming an acquaintance with Princess Anuk-su. From what clan does she derive from?" She pauses and folds her hands neatly in her lap and then looks back at the Holbyt. "I have a fine ear for languages, Mister Brett. I am confident your Lady Anuk-su's inflections will not disturb me greatly. In fact, I do speak Draconic if it is easier on your lady dragon."
Sitting ever so still, belying the frantic motion of her thoughts inside her head, she speaks again, "Your suggestion of a district made wholly of religious communities - temples, shrines and healing centres -- sounds quite logical and practical. I support such a venture. However, noting the very nature of religion and the sometimes heated issues between various groups, I would suggest that the district be monitored. Elect and establish a neutral ambassador in place to listen to issues and concerns of the leaders of each sect. This will nurture trust and peace among the overall religious community and will foster even the most sensitive working relationships."
"You have overcome much in your life, Mister Brett, and still your sight has not been blinded by personal, limited desires. All organs work together in the functioning of the whole as my teacher Reseph Mubarak would often say. Let us drink to continued effort, Mister Brett." She lifts her flavoured water from the table and bows her head toward the councilmen before drinking.
Thankful for Henry's gentle reminder that she was hard pressed for time and had to return to the Keep, she turns to her escorts, "I am still interested in hearing what you have to say regarding the meeting I had with Hadad al-Kazeem. Would you both join me and the other council members for dinner so we may discuss your thoughts on what was said inside his tent?"
After Henry and Glaidus give their answer, she will get on her horse and ride hard back up to the fortress, Dior flying back of course. She would have to venture back down to the village on the morrow, so she may talk to the other settlers.
"A little honey and cinnamon would be appreciated, Mister Brett. Thank you." She is not fussed either way -- used to her water plain -- yet not inflexible when it came to courtesy and the Holbyt was certainly a generous host.
"One can expect creatures to adapt to environment and clime if they wish to survive. Mister Khromm is testament to this, as you can see." She means this in a good natured way and nods respectfully at the Mul, hoping to establish a delicate truce, enough that he may stop with the warding gestures whenever she looks his way. "And by the sounds of it you seem to enjoy cooking, Mister Brett. I have not had much experience with a diverse palate as I have not ventured out of Osirion until now. I am not sure if my enjoyment will be as grand as yours, but I am willing to try the fare." She smiles at Brett, showing him she is capable of meeting him half way.
"Silver kobolds? I know of kobolds in general, you are correct. But of a metallic kind? No, I have never seen such a creature before, well except for one of the riders who met us on the way in ... a Sir Sylvath? His colouring makes me believe he is one of which you speak. I have read extensive tomes and I might be able to recollect mention of such creatures and their history."
"I look forward to forming an acquaintance with Princess Anuk-su. From what clan does she derive from?" She pauses and folds her hands neatly in her lap and then looks back at the Holbyt. "I have a fine ear for languages, Mister Brett. I am confident your Lady Anuk-su's inflections will not disturb me greatly. In fact, I do speak Draconic if it is easier...
To Isani
”What – lass – ye missed out on half the fun of the south – if I don’t be mistook in my judgments. I met a few lads out of Katapesh, and Orision lands when I was back in my youth – they had their own meals – roasted meat on a stick – they called it “kabob” – and they had rices with sauces and spices – but, I never can get the knack right fer it up here – don’t have the right spices,” he adds with a somewhat mournful sigh.
”Exactly,” Brett responds, about your idea about monitoring the churches.
”But – as it were – religious types can be making trouble, true – and ye hit the nail on the head! If we needed a lad, or a lass – to monitor the religious types – best get a person who’s skilled with talking to them – skilled with handling them – skilled with arbitrating with them – and can keep everyone in line; fair and square, as it were – make sure that everyone be just fine and dandy! Well, if we put all the churches and such together – the lad, or lass, that do the job only have to police a few blocks or so – rather then dodging all over town. Provided we got no evil gods – then everyone be able to play nice – just make one block for gods that favor good and chaos – one that favor good and law – one that favor neutrality – and so on – but you put the whole system in a tight fence, I say – and then keep an eye on things easy!” he adds with a grin.
Brett grins and toasts her with his own mug of beer.
Thankful for Henry's gentle reminder that she was hard pressed for time and had to return to the Keep, she turns to her escorts, "I am still interested in hearing what you have to say regarding the meeting I had with Hadad al-Kazeem. Would you both join me and the other council members for dinner so we may discuss your thoughts on what was said inside his tent?"
After Henry and Glaidus give their answer, she will get on her horse and ride hard back up to the fortress, Dior flying back of course. She would have to venture back down to the village on the morrow, so she may talk to the other settlers.
To Ariarh
Glaidus shall agree – but first he must retrieve Miss Anuk-su, who shall also be joining you for dinner – seemingly. Henry shall also agree to come – though first he must tell his family he has business. While Glaidus can and shall remain as long as you need – Henry asks that if he need only stay a few hours, at most – for he needs to get back to his family at some point that evening. But he can certainly make dinner, and talk for at least two hours or so. All of this takes them an additional ten minutes. You may be a bit late, but not too late to matter much.
She agrees to wait as Glaidus fetches Anuk-su from the Banks' and then assures Henry that his presence is only required for as long as he deems it so. A few minutes late was not a bad thing, not when more information could possibly be gathered over dinner.
TO ALL
In moments - dinner is served, and the entire council is able to formally convene - with their new guests. Though things are a bit snug in the "council chambers" - you are all able to squeeze in.
Who's up?
Arasmes waits and listens to the back and forth absorbing everything being said. Having a plan for the city is an excellent idea. Zones need to be established with a thought for safety but also for growth and cooperation. For instance, a temple quarter is an excellent suggestion and perhaps the idea for an Interfaith Council can be expanded. A merchants quarter could have a council of merchants to handle issues related to trade and such. There could also be a quarter for entertainment or something similar. Where places such as Mister Deville's place would find a home but also more places such as an arena where competitive sporting events could be held and a commensurate council could be formed for that area. All of these councils can help the high council to perform its duties by taking some of the responsibilities off of the top. What do you think? He says his eyes moving from Brett to Isani.
At some point when Shaezon and Oleg are walking together. "Master Oleg, I am in need of some land to build a school. I think a short distance from the city would be appropriate. Perhaps a couple hours by horseback. On a mountain would be ideal, but I'm not aware of any around here. I was wondering if perhaps you had any thoughts on the matter?"
To Shaezon
Oleg strokes his chin thoughtfully.
”Don’t rightly know of such a place myself – but I think that maybe Brett might – he does love his maps! But say – didn’t they say there was some kind of mountain outcrop – like a tower – all by itself – near where they found the silver kobolds – and it were near the water, too – at least – something like that. The tower in the rock be like this here fortress – carved clever and hidden – you can’t see it from the outside well; just a tall rock jutting from the plains, as it were – but it’s already made, I think. Ask Brett, or the others – they’ll steer you in the right direction,” Oleg adds sagely.
To Shaezon
Oleg strokes his chin thoughtfully.
”Don’t rightly know of such a place myself – but I think that maybe Brett might – he does love his maps! But say – didn’t they say there was some kind of mountain outcrop – like a tower – all by itself – near where they found the silver kobolds – and it were near the water, too – at least – something like that. The tower in the rock be like this here fortress – carved clever and hidden – you can’t see it from the outside well; just a tall rock jutting from the plains, as it were – but it’s already made, I think. Ask Brett, or the others – they’ll steer you in the right direction,” Oleg adds sagely.
Arasmes waits and listens to the back and forth absorbing everything being said. Having a plan for the city is an excellent idea. Zones need to be established with a thought for safety but also for growth and cooperation. For instance, a temple quarter is an excellent suggestion and perhaps the idea for an Interfaith Council can be expanded. A merchants quarter could have a council of merchants to handle issues related to trade and such. There could also be a quarter for entertainment or something similar. Where places such as Mister Deville's place would find a home but also more places such as an arena where competitive sporting events could be held and a commensurate council could be formed for that area. All of these councils can help the high council to perform its duties by taking some of the responsibilities off of the top. What do you think? He says his eyes moving from Brett to Isani.
"Not a bad plan," Brett adds, munching on the food that has just come into the room.
"But, uh - if you don't mind me saying so - I wouldn't mind learning a bit about what everyone's been doing all day - we've all been cooped up in here doing paperwork - but the other's have been out and checking out hash all over town. We need to nip the trouble in the bud before we can go planning out districts and such. I know that Kae and Ry were out - I'd king o' like to hear their news. Then - when we get all the cards on the table fer what be happening next - I kind o' want to see what our next move be fer the south, as it were."
"Hmm... good... Now - we got heaps o' trouble suddenly cropping up, inside and out - with regards to southern types - and I wonder if they don't all be tied together. I want to know what everyone knows - from ol' Khromm there, and all his notes he's jotting down - to all the rumors. I reckon we need to get our next deed done - and that be, as I see it - secure borders strong - so we don't have nay more intrusions - as it were. Once we get all the borders set up, locked down - and so forth - all the threats stifled a bit - both at home and abroad - I reckon we'll have lots of time to figure out what to build where and when - and with what coin, eh? But - meantime - we need to get things settled at home - then the turf around us - and when it all be neat and clean - I say that be the time to figure out what's what with how to plan things out down the road," Brett adds, slurping up another piece of hot mutton which had recently been delivered by some servants, who are also bringing out fresh greens, hot soup, fresh bread, fruit, some cheese and cold meats - as well as wine, beer, and some mead; of course.
"Well - what exactly did ye all see today - maybe we can put our heads together - figure things out - then go from there - and anyhow - that's how I see it," he concludes, hoping that everyone can now share their details and hard plans can be made on what to do next.
Arasmes waits and listens to the back and forth absorbing everything being said. Having a plan for the city is an excellent idea. Zones need to be established with a thought for safety but also for growth and cooperation. For instance, a temple quarter is an excellent suggestion and perhaps the idea for an Interfaith Council can be expanded. A merchants quarter could have a council of merchants to handle issues related to trade and such. There could also be a quarter for entertainment or something similar. Where places such as Mister Deville's place would find a home but also more places such as an arena where competitive sporting events could be held and a commensurate council could be formed for that area. All of these councils can help the high council to perform its duties by taking some of the responsibilities off of the top. What do you think? He says his eyes moving from Brett to Isani.
"Time is a resource that dwindles quickly. If your Council has other urgent matters to contend with, then how can a person be present in two places? To secure minor councils to oversee the various quarters would be efficient, and there would always be an ambassador present so the people will feel represented and heard. Your ruling council could meet at a designated time per month with the smaller councils. A proper communication channel will ensure you are kept abreast of all matters in your township and issues and problems will not slip through the cracks and fester. A fine idea, Mister ibn'Fayad." She nods in an assured, agreeable way at the foreign dignitary.
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Oleg strokes his chin thoughtfully.
”Don’t rightly know of such a place myself – but I think that maybe Brett might – he does love his maps! But say – didn’t they say there was some kind of mountain outcrop – like a tower – all by itself – near where they found the silver kobolds – and it were near the water, too – at least – something like that. The tower in the rock be like this here fortress – carved clever and hidden – you can’t see it from the outside well; just a tall rock jutting from the plains, as it were – but it’s already made, I think. Ask Brett, or the others – they’ll steer you in the right direction,” Oleg adds sagely.
Quite correct - in fact, the temple was connected to Alaric's dream - when he saw a ship by the temple, apparently the river was much wider in the old days - and the temple was part of a larger town or village - the temple foundations - seemingly - all that remained.
Also - under the temple was a series of caves, most of them damaged and destroyed - but if you traveled back far enough you found a private room, and a tunnel that led about a mile or so to the north east.
The tunnel rose up inside a tall stone rock formation that - from the outside - looked mostly like a big cliff. The inside, however - was hollowed out - and rooms were carved inside - like a tower. The final floor had three windows - cleverly concealed - so that a person could look east - west - and south - but no one could see the windows unless they were looking directly at them - and that was not easy, based on the angle.
All in all - a fine place to build both a magical tower - as well as a new district. A building can be built pretty much anywhere - if the State permits it - but a building is by no means a district. If a person builds a building first - and another Council Member builds on top of the building - the building becomes part of the district - but it does not grant bonuses TO the district (see earlier notes on this stuff).
Remember though - to have the ability to build a new district you will need the required "base" of 30,000 gold pieces (earned along with BP - you can't spend it - except on your town, to buy supplies) and 30 BP.
You must also be a Council Member to claim land inside the national boundaries. You can claim land to build on OUTSIDE the boundaries - but that is a whole other story.
Good hunting.
"If I may go first then? I would see our friend Henry Ironhorse returned to his family before it turns late." She nods at Henry and then at the others.
"I spoke with Hadad al-Kazeem, the leader of our newest religious group. He answered all my questions with ease however I have some reservations. The religion has no written lore or tenets, no temple or meeting place. Hadad and his brethren go to the homes of our people and preach to them in privacy, even secrecy, hoping to convert. Hadad himself has armed guards, more like thugs, and when I asked him why the need, he informed me that in other towns they have been threatened and accosted and forced out. They seek a place of acceptance where they can settle but something does not seem right about that. His group has moved from town to town, according to him. Apparently they seek to bring some of their homeland into Saravale and so they are actively pursuing their religion. He wouldn't say exactly what his religion was, apart from revering the old ways and the elementals. He repeatedly told me they were peaceful, yet peaceful men do not need to carry swords. Also, there are spellcasters among their followers, how many, Hadad would not admit to knowing. I find that strange in a leader -- not knowing the makeup of his flock. There was also some nonsense about he and I being special friends and I looking out for them. He kept repeating the words but I informed him I did not develop relationships that way and held no favourites. I must admit I took quite a dislike to the man without obvious evidence."
Turning to Ironhorse and Glaidus, "Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus here escorted me into the cultist camp for which I am grateful. Mister Ironhorse, Glaidus, can you please share your thoughts on what you saw, heard or felt during the conversation with Hadad al-Kazeem? My apologies to the Council and those present for asking this now but alas time ran away from me down in the village and we could not risk being overheard in the village proper. Who knows what manner of spy is down there."
"If I may go first then? I would see our friend Henry Ironhorse returned to his family before it turns late." She nods at Henry and then at the others.
"I spoke with Hadad al-Kazeem, the leader of our newest religious group. He answered all my questions with ease however I have some reservations. The religion has no written lore or tenets, no temple or meeting place. Hadad and his brethren go to the homes of our people and preach to them in privacy, even secrecy, hoping to convert. Hadad himself has armed guards, more like thugs, and when I asked him why the need, he informed me that in other towns they have been threatened and accosted and forced out. They seek a place of acceptance where they can settle but something does not seem right about that. His group has moved from town to town, according to him. Apparently they seek to bring some of their homeland into Saravale and so they are actively pursuing their religion. He wouldn't say exactly what his religion was, apart from revering the old ways and the elementals. He repeatedly told me they were peaceful, yet peaceful men do not need to carry swords. Also, there are spellcasters among their followers, how many, Hadad would not admit to knowing. I find that strange in a leader -- not knowing the makeup of his flock. There was also some nonsense about he and I being special friends and I looking out for them. He kept repeating the words but I informed him I did not develop relationships that way and held no favourites. I must admit I took quite a dislike to the man without obvious evidence."
Turning to Ironhorse and Glaidus, "Henry Ironhorse and Glaidus here escorted me into the cultist camp for which I am grateful. Mister Ironhorse, Glaidus, can you please share your thoughts on what you saw, heard or felt during the conversation with Hadad al-Kazeem? My apologies to the Council and those present for asking this now but alas time ran away from me down in the village and we could not risk being overheard in the village proper. Who knows...
In this matter – Glaidus will defer to the Ironhorse’s expertise.
”Well – first of all – the man we met who was leading this organization – he said his name was “Hadad” – but I don’t know if that was true – I didn’t trust him myself,” Hank says, taking a bit of cold meats and bread and cheese and making a sloppy sandwich to munch on.
”He seemed a bit too pleased with himself – a bit too slick, if you understand me? Almost as if he was trying to be so sweet it was making your teeth hurt, if that makes any sense.”
”Anyhow – he talked a fine speech on how he wanted protection for him and his folk – because he was worried about vandals and damage to him and his property. So much so that he’s got an armed escort hanging off his shoulder,” Hank adds, taking a big bite out of the sandwich, then a gulp of beer.
”Glaidus will back me – but did you see that bruiser? He’s done killing before – that was for sure! Hmph! The lad Hadad called the bodyguard a “Gentle Giant” – what a load of dung. That man in black would have killed us as soon as look at us – if he were told to – you could see it in his face, and his eyes. Little things – they way he rested his hand on his sword – the way his feet were poised – ready to spring into action – and he was always moving slightly – to tack his place to give better balance – better action – he’s done fighting before – that much I could tell,” Hank adds, taking an apple and beginning to cut it up into slices.
”As for this Hadad lad – maybe he means well – but the very way his church works – if church is even the right word for it – lends itself completely to secret meetings, with men carrying weapons and arriving in secret at various houses – nothing’s written in their religion he said – it’s all word of mouth. How can you monitor that? How can you keep an eye on things? How you know what someone is up to? If they sneak out to some lad’s house in the middle of the night to “preach” – maybe it’s all right – but after seeing that bruiser he had at his beck and call – somehow I doubt it.”
”I can’t say much for his faith, neither – this whole business about looking above – or beyond – the gods – that sounds well enough, I suppose – but where does it leave you? Them that believe that rot will start saying – like as not – that the gods be, by nature – blasphemy, eh? Suddenly you get a bunch of confused converts thinking that a temple be something that is a blight to the “True Nature” of the universe – or something like that – then they come in – sack the temple – burn it – and kill the “Infidel Priests” – and next thing you know – you got no more priests or temples. Where does that leave you?” Hank adds, with another drink of his beer.
”I should say – it leaves us needing someone to heal us up when our wounds are bad right quick,”Glaidus answers wryly.
”You said it – but if there’s no priests or clerics to do it – then who? Why – I reckon none other then the very folk who instigated the whole sacking the temples, eh? Then they can move in and set themselves up as the new bosses of healing, if they want to – and folk will need to look for them to know more sooner,” Hank retorts.
Brett takes a gulp of his mead, and considers a moment.
”Huh – just like the words on the stones we done read – about sorcerer kings setting themselves up as some kind o’ gods – and ye saw what it did to the folk down south? Blasted with fire from heaven, they were! Now ye got that kind o’ lot creeping up here?” Brett, seeing that everyone is looking at his statement about the rocks you deciphered, suddenly waves it off.
”Never mind – just thinking out loud, go on Henry,” Brett adds.
”It’s alright Brett – nothing else to be said. That’s what I saw – and that’s what I think,” Hank adds, as Glaidus agrees with him.
They all wait now for the next topic – and to see if Henry is still needed for anything else.
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"I do agree that that may be a good plan. I have quite liked the idea of having districts, although there may not be quite the space for a full mapping out of several districts on this plot of land. As we expand the city, we can spread to more districts."
"On a related note, speaking with Sylvath, there are many threats within the marsh that have yet to be addressed. One thing that may make life easier for us is to complete the dam, build up walls and re-flood the lake. It will be expensive, but worthwhile. Now with with greater area, we will need more men, thus a larger garrison, but these are more long-term plans."
"This is a very interesting set of folk, then. Claiming to be peaceful preachers. I've gotten information about a shipment of Pesh and Opium, among other things, belonging to the Black Koda. I believe it to be coming through the canyon where we met that Djinn from Osiron. Now, I have a bit to say about my source, but I'd rather focus on the Koda at the moment. Now, I think we can intercept the caravan, and seize the goods, taking prisoners to interrogate, or letting them lead us to either their masters and hideouts, or their contacts within the city, or perhaps let them enter, and raid their drug-den, and take everyone involved. There's just the likelihood of things going poorly within the city walls as opposed to out-and-about where we can set an ambush. Especially considering the killers that they have here in the city. My Captains have very little information about the Koda here, they don't seem to be making any overt violence as of yet, but with the Drug-running, we maybe able to build a case against them. What other information do we have here about them and their activities?"
"I do agree that that may be a good plan. I have quite liked the idea of having districts, although there may not be quite the space for a full mapping out of several districts on this plot of land. As we expand the city, we can spread to more districts."
"On a related note, speaking with Sylvath, there are many threats within the marsh that have yet to be addressed. One thing that may make life easier for us is to complete the dam, build up walls and re-flood the lake. It will be expensive, but worthwhile. Now with with greater area, we will need more men, thus a larger garrison, but these are more long-term plans."
"This is a very interesting set of folk, then. Claiming to be peaceful preachers. I've gotten information about a shipment of Pesh and Opium, among other things, belonging to the Black Koda. I believe it to be coming through the canyon where we met that Djinn from Osiron. Now, I have a bit to say about my source, but I'd rather focus on the Koda at the moment. Now, I think we can intercept the caravan, and seize the goods, taking prisoners to interrogate, or letting them lead us to either their masters and hideouts, or their contacts within the city, or perhaps let them enter, and raid their drug-den, and take everyone involved. There's just the likelihood of things going poorly within the city walls as opposed to out-and-about where we can set an ambush. Especially considering the killers that they have here in the city. My Captains have very little information about the Koda here, they don't seem to be making any overt violence as of yet, but with the Drug-running, we maybe able to build a case against them. What other information do we have here about them and their activities?"
Don't know much about this Koda cult myself," Brett says, slurping some soup "But about this plan to make a dam? How high does it need to be? I mean to say - well - let's say ye decide to make the dam like - oh, I dunno - twenty feet up? Now - that ain't going to do us nay good whatsoever with regards to using the port, and the ship yards - and all that hash - but if ye make a twenty foot stone dam - it may at least drown out the swamp and drown in all the little crawling nasties that by living in deep tunnels - and, if it don't drown up right and good - it may at least trap 'em from sneaking up - we just got to start making a good spillway fer the dam on the south side - then, we get the chance - we build the wall to the dam higher and higher - make sure the water can flow under an arch, as we need it - then we shut the dam gate - and let the water reach the top o' the stone work - then open the gate - and let it flow out a little at a time - just enough to keep things steady. Every month or so we can keep the wall getting higher - and in a year or two - why - we have enough to make the shipping easy - but meantime - we can maybe get that dam floodgate started and maybe get twenty feet high wall put in place next month at least," Brett adds, taking another gulp of mead, glancing around at you all.
However - he says little about the Pesh shipment - preferring to hear all he can before he makes any rash decisions.... He is also somewhat curious to know more about your mysterious "source" - but doesn't push the issue at this time.
She turns to Henry and smiles gratefully for his direct assessment of Hadad. "Mister Ironhorse, thank you for your assessment of the meeting, it confirmed some of my own thoughts apart from knowing intimately the stance of a person versed in killing -- that was educational. I had an issue when he referred to the man as a "gentle giant". There was nothing gentle about the guard, all the while trying to intimidate me with his dark looks. Please stay and finish your meal and you may leave whenever you are ready. And pass on my regards to Patty and the children. Please let Mrs Ironhorse know I shall come by the house tomorrow, if it is convenient for her."
"Excuse me, Councilwoman Kane. I wonder, when you and your escorts were ensconced in the cultist's tent, did you happen to notice any insignia, an emblem that resembled a large black beetle, a scarab as known in my lands?"
"A beetle tattoo? My forces don't have information about that sort of mark, but I can give them that to make note of as well?"
She faces the Osirion woman with quizzical eyes, "Nay, I did not see anything resembling such a beetle. However the interior was not well lit and mayhap I could not see such a thing. Why is this insignia important, Mistress...Isani? Pardon me if I have mispronounced your name. Our introduction earlier was quite rushed."
"Councilman...Pardon me, sir, we have not been introduced. I am Isani Isu, a priestess of Sarenrae."
"And to answer both esteemed Councilmen's questions, on the road to your Saravale, we came across slain Black Koda. The acolytes were marked with a black beetle tattoo. Advise your men according, Councilman." She bows her head humbly toward the tall half-elf.
Arasmes looks around at the back and forth and says This is an aside but it is imperative that a system of laws be ratified as soon as possible. Laws help to protect the people and allow those in authority a framework within which to rule. I would even suggest that be the most pressing task. I have given my assistance on the laws themselves and am happy to help in any way I can with them but it should be done.
Lazurien has been keeping to herself for the most part, listening to the group. Not familiar with the workings of the more civilized races she decides to listen rather than thrust herself into a series of topics of which she has little knowledge.
To Shaezon
Let me know how long it will take you to do Spellcraft checks on each item – and then, make your rolls. You can post the rolls – I shall post your “aid checks” – and then, we can share the “results’ with everyone in the morning.
Meanwhile – I have a hunch you won’t be able to do all of the rolls until “after dinner’ – when you meet with everyone else. If so – you can social RP yourself coming into dinner, talking with the others – learning what everyone has to say – and then, going from there – and discovering the results that you make after dinner – and the value therein.
After you make the rolls – toss up an “Appraise” check to see if you can gauge the value of each item on open market. Galen will assist you in this – if he can.
Galen’s sheet should be done soon – I am working on it, though. I’ve never built a wizard before – so I have a lot of “catch-up” work to do. It should be on the board soon.
Shaezon's bonus to spellcraft for identifying = 6 ranks+4Int+3class skill+2 feat+ 2 Elf racial trait +10 Identify spell = 27. It's a high number, so I just wanted to break it down for you.
1. Magical Bow with a symbol of Erastil on the hilt -
Spellcraft +identify
Appraise
2. Six golden leave - also magical
Spellcraft +identify
Appraise
3. A basket woven of thin branches, like a cornucopia.
Spellcraft +identify
Appraise
At some point when Shaezon and Oleg are walking together. "Master Oleg, I am in need of some land to build a school. I think a short distance from the city would be appropriate. Perhaps a couple hours by horseback. On a mountain would be ideal, but I'm not aware of any around here. I was wondering if perhaps you had any thoughts on the matter?"
To Shaezon
Oleg strokes his chin thoughtfully.
”Don’t rightly know of such a place myself – but I think that maybe Brett might – he does love his maps! But say – didn’t they say there was some kind of mountain outcrop – like a tower – all by itself – near where they found the silver kobolds – and it were near the water, too – at least – something like that. The tower in the rock be like this here fortress – carved clever and hidden – you can’t see it from the outside well; just a tall rock jutting from the plains, as it were – but it’s already made, I think. Ask Brett, or the others – they’ll steer you in the right direction,” Oleg adds sagely.
"Humm..." Shaezon says thoughtfully, "...I may just do that. I find Brett a bit difficult to talk to, but that most likely is because we share few interests. Perhaps asking for his help on this matter will help us get along better. Thank you, Oleg."
Shaezon coughs a bit and covers his mouth with a cloth.
Quite correct - in fact, the temple was connected to Alaric's dream - when he saw a ship by the temple, apparently the river was much wider in the old days - and the temple was part of a larger town or village - the temple foundations - seemingly - all that remained.
Knowledge: Engineering or Nature for a quick tidbit about this.
Also - under the temple was a series of caves, most of them damaged and destroyed - but if you traveled back far enough you found a private room, and a tunnel that led about a mile or so to the north east.
The tunnel rose up inside a tall stone rock formation that - from the outside - looked mostly like a big cliff. The inside, however - was hollowed out - and rooms were carved inside - like a tower. The final floor had three windows - cleverly concealed - so that a person could look east - west - and south - but no one could see the windows unless they were looking directly at them - and that was not easy, based on the angle.
All in all - a fine place to build both a magical tower - as well as a new district. A building can be built pretty much anywhere - if the State permits it - but a building is by no means a district. If a person builds a building first - and another Council Member builds on top of the building - the building becomes part of the district - but it does not grant bonuses TO the district (see earlier notes on this stuff).
Remember though - to have the ability to build a new district you will need the required "base" of 30,000 gold pieces (earned along with BP - you can't spend it - except on your town, to buy supplies) and 30 BP.
You must also be a Council Member to claim land inside the national boundaries. You can claim land to build on OUTSIDE the boundaries - but that is a whole other story.
Good hunting.
TO ALL
In moments - dinner is served, and the entire council is able to formally convene - with their new guests. Though things are a bit snug in the "council chambers" - you are all able to squeeze in.
Who's up?
Stopping just short of the council chambers Shaezon turns to look at his apprentice.
Galen is dressed in dirty brown breeches and similar shirt and obviously old boots.
Shaezon addresses him "Do you recall the cantrip that you used to make the dragon trinket? That particular spell has quite mutable property. I want you to bring forth it.s magic and concentrate on cleaning yourself from head to toe then use that same power to straighten out and brush your hair back."
Galen Nods and though it takes a moment of difficult concentration, he begins to call the power with clenched eyes and great effort, which washes over him removing dirt and grime then brushing his hair into something resembling managable, though still unruly though endearing.
Shaezon watches quietly as his apprentice cleans himself for presentation to the council. Though his clothes are still not of fine make they are clean and servicable. Though now his groomed apprentice now stands in perfectly circular ring of dirt.
Chuckling slightly "Well done apprentice. Your form needs a little work, but overall quite impressive. In the future though it's best to send the dirt out the window or at least off to the side. When you're technique gets better you will learn to send it off in all directions in small particles so that it will blow away on even the slightest breeze." Patting the boy's shoulder and smiling shaezon adds "Well done. We're about to deal with one of the most dangerous games I know, Politics. All in all this is a good group, though I do hate the drudgery that is social protocol. Perhaps you will show more skill at this than I."
With that Shaezon will enter the chamber with Mister lounging lazily across his shoulders. He is followed by a teenage human in mousy brown breeches and shirt made out of similar material, though the clothes are not of fine make, they are immaculate.
At a pause in the conversation Shaezon speaks up,
"Pardon the interruption, Council et all. I had business to attend directly related to our previous weeks work. I should be able to finish my assigned task by evenings end. I see we have newcomers. Hello, I am Shaezon SIlverfall Wizard of the third circle. I would also like to formally introduce to the Council my newly acquired apprentice, Galen."
A human teenager in brown pants and similar shirt raises a hand in greeting and nervously says, "Hi."
to Brett
At an appropriate moment Shaezon will speak to Brett Privately,
"Master Brett, I have a question for you that Oleg suggested I ask for your expertise in. Essentially I'm looking for a location to set up shop, to to speak. I want to found a school for the magically gifted. The long term benefits to the country should be evident. However, what I lack is a good idea of a location for such a place. Somewhere away from the city, I think for many reasons. A mountainous region, as in time I would like to put in a giant eagle aierie, would be preferred. ALso, if it had some sort of structure like a tower that would save time. Though I suppose move-in ready is too much to hope for." Shae chuckles at the last part. "I'm informed of your love of maps and was hoping you might know of somewhere. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?"
To Arasmes;
At some point Shaezon speaks privately to Arasmes,
"I'm going to identify the items we found shortly after we are done here and I was wondering if you were free to lend a hand. You have the ability to see magical auras and some knowledge of spellworking, correct? (In other words do you have detect magic and spellcraft?) "
To Arasmes;
At some point Shaezon speaks privately to Arasmes,
"I'm going to identify the items we found shortly after we are done here and I was wondering if you were free to lend a hand. You have the ability to see magical auras and some knowledge of spellworking, correct? (In other words do you have detect magic and spellcraft?) "
Clari pauses her reticent nibbling on bits of fruit and other products and rises as Shaezon enters, and bowing to her elder, politely and speaking an elven greeting <elvish> Blessings in the twilight to you, Master Shaezon. I have some skill in the identification of magical items as well, and would be most honored if you would allow me to assist you. Please accept my most humble offer of aid.<elvish>
<Finally, another of our kind. This place must then maintain a level of dignity if it is to be inhabited by proper elders such as this wizard. It is good that you show him proper respect, girl.>
All who have seen her before can notice a drastic and sudden change in her demeanor in the presence of the elf. She has ceased her constant snarling, sneering, and grimacing, but is instead maintaining a politely neutral expression, though the corners of her mouth are still downturned, and eyebrows raised, she is to picture o the sardonic and pompous elf. She then returns to her meal, although more dainty and less reluctant to eat.
To Arasmes;
At some point Shaezon speaks privately to Arasmes,
"I'm going to identify the items we found shortly after we are done here and I was wondering if you were free to lend a hand. You have the ability to see magical auras and some knowledge of spellworking, correct? (In other words do you have detect magic and spellcraft?) "
Clari pauses her reticent nibbling on bits of fruit and other products and rises as Shaezon enters, and bowing to her elder, politely and speaking an elven greeting <elvish> Blessings in the twilight to you, Master Shaezon. I have some skill in the identification of magical items as well, and would be most honored if you would allow me to assist you. Please accept my most humble offer of aid.<elvish>
<Finally, another of our kind. This place must then maintain a level of dignity if it is to be inhabited by proper elders such as this wizard. It is good that you show him proper respect, girl.>
All who have seen her before can notice a drastic and sudden change in her demeanor in the presence of the elf. She has ceased her constant snarling, sneering, and grimacing, but is instead maintaining a politely neutral expression, though the corners of her mouth are still downturned, and eyebrows raised, she is to picture o the sardonic and pompous elf. She then returns to her meal, although more dainty and less reluctant to eat.
Shaezon coughs a bit and covers his mouth with a cloth before saying,
Elven: "And to you and yours." Then continuing in common:
"You have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name and I do not know yours." Shaezon say's with a grin. His mannerisms though still very elven indicate that he's been around humans quite a bit. "Also, are you an arcanist of some sort?"
"Se we've established that they are a radical religious cult that could be planning to build a fanatical membership base with catastrophic effects. They are also drug-dealers, and slavers, and that we can prosecute without persecuting them. Their connections to the city in the south are also disconcerting."
"Arasmes is correct, we do need to ratify a set of laws so we have something concrete to base our actions on. I would suggest adding to the list of Misdemeanors and Felonies, depending on what is being sold "Distribution of Dangerous Substances" and write up a section that included various Drugs, Poisons, perhaps some more dangerous weapons, with the caveat that Licenses can be acquired from the council. That way we know where these substances are going, and can track them."
"I would also like to once again propose my previous ban on Calling fiends, and note that the use of fiends to commit crimes causes that crime to carry a harsher penalty. This accounts for the difference between calling and summoning, and there is no penalty if no crime is committed. There is of course the potential for a binding to be necessary, which the council can decide on and allow, such as for interrogation." Kae looks to Arasmes, Shaezon and Clari at this, as the former two were reluctant to have an outright ban on what they can summon, and Clari, hoping for her approval, considering she is likely less forgiving of Diabolism than he is.
Then looking first to the other ladies present, he asks "Miss Isu, Ry, what is your opinion on the creation of undead being treated as BInding? I do not know much about it, Undead and their ilk, but what i have seen, the creatures are expressly evil, and abominations that must be purged, if one is to believe Sir Dashan and that old dwarf priest Kolgrimm. What is your opinion on the matter? Any who have knowledge of undeath, please speak up, I'm utterly ignorant on the matter but feel that it is important to address."
"Over the course of the coming years, I would strongly support the construction of the dam. First and foremost, we should build a spillway, of course, allowing us to continue construction and regulate the height of the lake. I am no engineer, so i do not feel comfortable making decisions about it, but as a matter of security, we need to address the threats down there."
He pauses a moment, considering, "Now i am not dead-set about the idea, but I feel that before flooding the swamp, it may perhaps be prudent to explore it, GIve us the chance to collect any potentially valuable and powerful artifacts, as well as ensure we won't have an underwater society developing under our city, that is impossible for us to attack. Undead would not need to breath, correct? so flooding the lake before purging them does not really solve anything, but instead makes it harder to fight them...
"I have been attempting to use Grishank as an asset, gathering intelegence, Keeping tabs on who has what sorts of dangerous substances, what is going on in the tent city, and in the underbelly of our capital. So far he has given some good information, I have gotten most of my information about the Black Koda from him, he is the one that told me abuut the pesh shipment. He told me of a rumor that one of the old members of our group was working against us, as well as some more minor dealings of individuals like Bob THumb, and Otter."
From the meeting a WHILE ago:
"His information has been useful, and he seems willing to cooperate, but being out of town so much i have been having trouble keeping him reigned in. We can publicly punish him, fine him, etc, as he has been uncooperative, get him to fall better in line with the Council, while still giving him some leeway to do his business and use his network to continue gathering information, as well as collect a tax on his business. I think he can be a valuable asset, with some careful handling. I am sorry I did not bring my dealings to your attention sooner, but i wanted to have something concrete and useful to show for my work, proof of his usefulness."
"I would also like to once again propose my previous ban on Calling fiends, and note that the use of fiends to commit crimes causes that crime to carry a harsher penalty. This accounts for the difference between calling and summoning, and there is no penalty if no crime is committed. There is of course the potential for a binding to be necessary, which the council can decide on and allow, such as for interrogation." Kae looks to Arasmes, Shaezon and Clari at this, as the former two were reluctant to have an outright ban on what they can summon, and Clari, hoping for her approval, considering she is likely less forgiving of Diabolism than he is.
"You may want to ammend that to read 'calling evil or desttrictive entities,' but otherwise that sounds entirely reaasonable to me. "
Shaezon coughs a bit and covers his mouth with a cloth before saying,
Elven: "And to you and yours." Then continuing in common:
"You have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name and I do not know yours." Shaezon say's with a grin. His mannerisms though still very elven indicate that he's been around humans quite a bit. "Also, are you an arcanist of some sort?"
Clari is slightly taken aback by his use of common, but assumes that he is trying to be polite to the others for some reason, so she follows his lead, and takes up the common tongue.
"My apologies Master Shaezon. My name is Clari Miali'ahel. I am from the Gonzi forest in Brevoy, although my travels have taken me far and wide. Most recently i have come north from Kyonin, where i made my home for several years. And I am in fact an Arcanist. My art is the weaving of magic and swordplay together. Although my practice is more... subtle... than others who practice this particular craft."
"You may want to ammend that to read 'calling evil or desttrictive entities,' but otherwise that sounds entirely reaasonable to me. "
Kae nods, "Indeed. I recall that discussion. I am simply in the habit of using the term Fiend to mean "Evil Outsiders" as it were, but a more understandable term would be what should be written. Thank you."
Then looking first to the other ladies present, he asks "Miss Isu, Ry, what is your opinion on the creation of undead being treated as BInding? I do not know much about it, Undead and their ilk, but what i have seen, the creatures are expressly evil, and abominations that must be purged, if one is to believe Sir Dashan and that old dwarf priest Kolgrimm. What is your opinion on the matter? Any who have knowledge of undeath, please speak up, I'm utterly ignorant on the matter but feel that it is important to address."
Shaezon interjects, "It's not binding per se, but the act of creating permanent undead is inheriently evil to the best of my knowledge and shares many of the qualities of a binding. Though their are some spells that create temporary undead. The latter are not true creatures, but magical constructs that disperse at the end of the spell with no lasting effects. You may want to use the phrasing 'creation of permanent undead' to describe the prohibitation. Temorary undead work much in the same way summoings to and permanet udnead are more like bindings though, that is a gross oversimplification."
Shaezon coughs a bit and covers his mouth with a cloth before saying,
Elven: "And to you and yours." Then continuing in common:
"You have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name and I do not know yours." Shaezon say's with a grin. His mannerisms though still very elven indicate that he's been around humans quite a bit. "Also, are you an arcanist of some sort?"
Clari is slightly taken aback by his use of common, but assumes that he is trying to be polite to the others for some reason, so she follows his lead, and takes up the common tongue.
"My apologies Master Shaezon. My name is Clari Miali'ahel. I am from the Gonzi forest in Brevoy, although my travels have taken me far and wide. Most recently i have come north from Kyonin, where i made my home for several years. And I am in fact an Arcanist. My art is the weaving of magic and swordplay together. Although my practice is more... subtle... than others who practice this particular craft."
"Well met, Clari. I too hail from Kyroin. I would be interested in comparing notes on technique. Do you use a book or are you a channeler (AKA sorcerer)?"
Noticing the confusion at the use of common Shaezon adds
"I speak in common as to not be rude to our hosts." He says diplomatically. "Also it lets them know we're not trying to keep secrets. When humans don't understand what's being said they tend to assume the worst." Shaezon smiles a bit, coughs into a hankerchief, then smiles again. "Pardon. I am having a bit of a lung issue lately."
Kae nods, "Indeed. I recall that discussion. I am simply in the habit of using the term Fiend to mean "Evil Outsiders" as it were, but a more understandable term would be what should be written. Thank you."
"You may want to ammend that to read 'calling evil or desttrictive entities,' but otherwise that sounds entirely reaasonable to me. "
SHaezon nods his head respectfully, "I am at your disposal, sir."
"Well I wish you a speedy recovery. And yes, I do have a book. Perhaps we can compare notes at some point. It is always interesting to see what magic other Arcanists have at their disposal."
Magus uses the same spell list as wizard and should be no problem. I'm not sure that alchemists and wizards can swap recipes. They have entirely different spell lists even though there is some overlap they're different mechanically.
Arasmes looks around at the back and forth and says This is an aside but it is imperative that a system of laws be ratified as soon as possible. Laws help to protect the people and allow those in authority a framework within which to rule. I would even suggest that be the most pressing task. I have given my assistance on the laws themselves and am happy to help in any way I can with them but it should be done.
"Aye, drafting and ratifying the laws should be done in the next day or two. As part of tonight's discussion we can start coming up with the precise wording of the laws and can note them down for formal drafting."
Facing the visitors but speaking to all present in the chamber,
"I mean no disrespect to the southern visitors present in the chamber but I think we should discuss such laws privately and we should allow our visitors the opportunity to be shown to their rooms and rest after their long journey to Saravale." She looks at Khromm, Isani, Lazurien and Clari and gives them a genuine, respectful smile. She knows that such business should not be conducted in front of strangers (those not in authority) and it would give the council and their appointed advisors and dignitaries time to speak freely among each other without outside input or interruption.
"I have been attempting to use Grishnak as an asset, gathering intelligence, Keeping tabs on who has what sorts of dangerous substances, what is going on in the tent city, and in the underbelly of our capital. So far he has given some good information, I have gotten most of my information about the Black Koda from him, he is the one that told me about the pesh shipment. He told me of a rumor that one of the old members of our group was working against us, as well as some more minor dealings of individuals like Bob Thumb, and Otter."
"His information has been useful, and he seems willing to cooperate, but being out of town so much i have been having trouble keeping him reigned in. We can publicly punish him, fine him, etc, as he has been uncooperative, get him to fall better in line with the Council, while still giving him some leeway to do his business and use his network to continue gathering information, as well as collect a tax on his business. I think he can be a valuable asset, with some careful handling. I am sorry I did not bring my dealings to your attention sooner, but i wanted to have something concrete and useful to show for my work, proof of his usefulness."
Her eyes turn sharp at the mention of Grishnak and Kae's obvious unrepentant attitude when it came to the half-orc.
"I have heard news from the village, brother, in regard to your business dealings with Grishnak. This matter requires further discussion but only among the council members: you, I and Brett. It is a subject that requires attention and I am sure we will include our advisors on this matter very soon. For now, I would keep it Council business only." Her voice is business-like and crisp and she maintains eye contact with Kae. If she is disappointed or angry, it isn't entirely apparent to those in the room due to her professional demeanour.