Chretien
Chretien
As the train reaches the station Isaac seems to come out of the funk he has been in since the attack. He shakes his head and announces, "It will be good to be out of that train for a while." He follows the group and says "We have a job to attend to, that should take precedence over everything. Someone should check in an see if there are any changes to it. I can do that if you like."
Perception DC 25
You are a bit startled by the unexpected voice coming from the rocking chair in your suite. "Salutations, I had mentioned I would meet you in your room. I did that you guys fought like a team earlier today. If you are interested in slipping the girl away, may I offer my assistance. You may not have noticed certain things about her master that I have. By the by, I like to be called Mr. Mapple. "
Angus was about to speak but was interrupted but this Mr Mapple
as he turns toward the man in shock his left hands goes to rest on the hilt of his weapon
Mr. Mapple says, "Well, why I am on this train has a great deal to do with that blade, you are carrying. For the better part of a year I have been travelling along the railroad because of an altercation with my father, where I tried to kill him and he did vice versa. That blade is from him a Dr. Wolfgang von Recklinghausen, who is my father or better said reanimator. He and I didn't leave it on positive terms and I regret my actions against him and his household. I was originally another human who had died I think five years ago and father used a mixture of Science and magic was able to bring me back to life. He was very kind to me but I felt somewhat betrayed. I do apologize you feeling as if I had been spying on you. Sometimes my skill in being deathly quiet is not under my control. How did you acquire my father's blade?"
Cretien watches the scene with piqued interest.
...Reanimated? Most interesting.
He then says, "Ok, if he trusted you I trust you as well. So I overheard you talking about freeing the Elven girl and that you have a ship. She keeps her drugged most of the time. I could help you with your other issues if you like. We could grab her late tonight, bring her to the ship and then she could shove off."
Falko
Mapple says, "Zauber... er I mean Magie... Magic. She is as the Dwarves would say a Charodayka. She is a maestro. She cast these spells on the girl to keep her docile or she drugs her. I am frankly appalled by that behavior. My father in retrospect probably just wanted to keep me safe and never did anything like that to me. Horrid.... horrid."
"If we are finished here I have some things to do tonight. Would anyone like to accompany me after last time?" Isaac says. He then prepares to start following Cardiff.
Mr. Mapple says, "Well I am now homeless and wanted to see the world. After the last altercation with my father, I was left penniless. So have been able to make due along the railroad. We could try taking her late tonight if you wish, while the charodayka sleeps."
Mr. Mapple starts to weep and says, "I was his recreation, I lost my senses when I started to have memories of my previous life. and I realized I had some supernatural powers like when I touch someone, I absorb their soul and they die."
He says, "I am afraid to try. I don't know of any others like me."
Isaac
Chretien
GM ROlls
Falko, Angus and Mapple
Isaac carefully follows Cardiff into the lower class hotel to see what he is up to.
Cephas listens to the speech, and looks about to the others there to get a feel for who really comes to these events.
Isaac
Chretien
He stops, then looks down to the front row and adjusts his glasses.
“I prepared a speech,” he says. “They hired me and told me the audience would be layfolk. I tried to prepare something simple. I see I have some admirers in the back rows, but up front, it is pretty empty. You survived the attack on the train today?”
Damata nods. Unexpectedly, Heid sits down at the edge of the stage and lets his feet dangle as he addresses Damata and you directly.
“I have a contract, and I must speak on a level my audience understands. Let us be efficient. I wrote a rather long treatise on how best to prepare for death, and for other endings in life. Today there was a great deal of death on your train. I leave it to you: please ask whatever you want, and perhaps we can learn something from this tragedy.” Damata thinks for a minute, then says, “The people who died today don’t have a chance to change anything anymore. I do. I hurt my family, and I can’t stand myself now. I want to change things. I saw I could die out of nowhere, so I guess I should make amends while I have the chance.”
The dwarven sage says, “I have dealt with this before,” Heid says. “Life has many chapters, and if you want the book to end properly, you must choose the path of each chapter well too.”[b]
[b]“Oh.” Damata slumps. “It’s hard, because I think if I try to fix anything, I’ll get myself killed.”
GM ROlls
FMA [spoiler] You follow Bree to the outside of another area of another lighthouse where you see that Ottavia passes her a note and then you continue to follow Bree who ends up going back to the Sea King has a few drinks and eventually goes back to the hotel.
"It seems, so it is with equipment as it is with people. In time, it will fail, falter, crumble to dust. Time shows that a population can become better with time. A few materials can be made into an item that outlasts what its components might have otherwise. Sure, in the end, all is dust; but I think I like to try to make the trip towards that point a little better." Cephas says, thinking a brief moment. "So do you know anything of the attack? Of the creatures? I have never seen anything of the sort."
Isaac, Falko, Angus
FMA
FMA
Chretien
Griento starts to speak, tears in his eyes as he says, "Monsignor Mulheer and Gospodin Heid, I must first apologize to Mr. Mulheer for indeed misleading you in our conversation from a couple days ago. You seem to be an upstanding individual when you came to my family's aid in Cherage. Here is the situation: I hail from a family of orcish warchiefs in Ber, and although I never fit in as a warrior, so I was more slick and was able to make my wealth in real estate, mostly dealing with Risuri and Danoran elites trying to set up factories. After a decade of success, though, I have to admit that I was suckered into a high-stakes con by a man posing as a Risuri train magnate, who planned to build a railroad across the Anthras Mountains to connect the two countries of Risur and Ber. I was dazzled by his slick pitch that involved him teleporting me to Flint and taking me to lavish parties. I thought I saw vast potential for wealth and he required a huge down payment to buy a stake, I, then, took a loan from The Family, a criminal organization based out of Crisillyir. After my ‘partner’ disappeared with tens of thousands of gold pieces, I realized that I was on the hook. After begging for mercy, I was told to steal the magical heirlooms and war trophies of my clan, and bring them to Nalaam where the local mages could convert the items into more liquid wealth. To make matters worse, I botched an attempt to lie to my wife, and ended up with her and our kids tagging along, expecting to enjoy a vacation while I do ‘research for my railroad.’ I have a suitcase of holding full of magic weapons and amulets which I had stolen from my clan's villa at home, about twenty items worth a total of 34,000 gp. I have a hunch I’ll never make it home alive, and even if I do, I can be pretty sure my family will kill me."
Isaac