Leila steps closer to the big man and grabs his arm.
”Well hon, if you’re not feeling well, let me just take a look at you”
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 5:00 PM
Looking slightly alarmed at all of the interest, Clenchjaw waves his hands at you.
”I don't know, maybe a week or so? Probably after the new Lord Mayor arrived. As for the performers, they didn't go anywhere, they just told me they weren't going to keep performing here on account of all the fighting thats been going on.”
“Unfortunately, my patrons have been a little rowdier than normal. Probably just blowing off steam about whats been going on. You know, I used to ban talk of politics here, but its no use trying these days, its all anyone wants to talk about!”
Leila, you're unable to determine if anything is wrong with him.
”Like I said, I'm probably just coming down with a cold. Nothing to it. Now if its not too much trouble, I've got a bar to run.” Giving you a slightly irritable look, he turns and busies himself wiping down the bar elsewhere.
not trying to intrude but sounds like you might need some muscle keeping things civil here. I'd be more then happy to help if it's needed. Much a loved. as he drops another gold piece on the bar
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 5:00 PM
Though he looks skeptical, he mulls it over.
”Well, I've always prided myself on being the only security this place needs. But, if I'm under the weather....”
After a moments deliberation, he nods.
”Alright, you look big enough to do the job. I'll not take your charity, though—I can pay you 3 silver a night.”
“Now, if you think your...arcanery...can help, go right ahead, as long as you don't disturb the customers.”
Leila watches as Declan does his thing. Meanwhile, she steps behind the bar and positions herself as if ready to start pouring drinks for customers.
Pharast 12th, 4715, around 5:00 PM
Though he looks skeptical, he mulls it over.
”Well, I've always prided myself on being the only security this place needs. But, if I'm under the weather....”
After a moments deliberation, he nods.
”Alright, you look big enough to do the job. I'll not take your charity, though—I can pay you 3 silver a night.”
“Now, if you think your...arcanery...can help, go right ahead, as long as you don't disturb the customers.”
sounds good. I'll hang around and if you need a hand give me a look or hand gesture. Don't worry about the pay, this might be a mutually beneficial arrangement
Sorry to be late guys, I got caught up with a few things. Leila are you working here now?
Lily is looking over at Leila kinda confused a bit.
Giggling slightly at Lily, she steps out from behind the bar. "I suppose he doesn't need me there after all. He's sleepy and worried about it, but he doesn't want to come out and say he's worried.. so, he's acting like it's not a big deal. Maybe you can check him out. I think we've all taken a poke at him today."
A short while later, Leila sidles over to where Rath is posted up and keeping an eye on the tavern. She mimics his posture and leans against the wall next to him, making a gruff face and scanning the room. Boredom quickly sets in though and she turns to her comrade and peppers him with questions.
"So, got any interesting stories from back home Rath? You ever do anything really crazy with that axe of yours? What's it like where you're from? Is it hot?
"Um, hey. What's that up there?
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 6:00 PM
Up in the rafters you see a curious creature—a tiny blueish lizard with brilliant orange and red butterfly wings. It looks alarmed when it realizes you see it, but not so alarmed that it doesn't finish the spell its casting.
The spell complete, you notice Clenchjaw's eyelids flutter, then the big man collapses in a heap behind the bar. Two of the patrons sitting on either side of Huck also fall asleep, their heads resting on the bar.
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Keeping his head low, Dyst tries to stay as unnoticeable as possible
"What in tarnation..."
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 6:00 PM
Rathgur
Faerie Dragon
Lily
Dyst
Declan
Leila
Huck
Jeeves
The creature, alarmed at being spotted, casts a spell.
You all hear a stream of insults issue from the air around you, insulting various other patrons of the bar in crude and inventive manner. Several of them look angrily towards Huck and Rathgur.
Leila, you are up in the surprise round, after that it will be Rathgur to start the first round.
Still getting used to being around a talking plant, Rath keeps a close eye on what is going on in the bar. When Leila floats over and strikes up a conversation, he takes a look across the room before answering. sand, there's a lot of sand, not much green. Hot? Oh not to bad for me, but I've seen others visibly wilt under the sun hahaha
His attention drawn up to the rafters, Rath thinks where have I seen this before.. Seeing it cast spells on Clenchjaw and some patrons, Rath reaches for a weapon
Oh, another thingy with wingies. And it's adorable.
"Well, hey there little one. Whatcha doin up there? Getting into mischief it seems. Why not come down here and maybe we can play"
Unsure himself on how to act, he shows his bow and waits for more activity. Moving behind the bar, he tries to wake up clenchjaw
Stretching her own wings, she smiles up at the creature. "Aw, sweety, we're not gonna hurt you. Come on down and you can play with me and Mr. Flap Flap." Opening up the familiar satchel, the small bat peeks his head out. "See?"
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 6:00 PM
Reluctantly, the creature comes down, causing a stir amongst the bar patrons that nearly causes the creature to bolt.
In the stir, it quietly casts a spell. Suddenly, from outside the door you hear human voices shouting
”Theres a noble out here just handing out gold coins!”
On hearing that, several of the patrons share glances before rushing out the door, some tripping others on the way.
The creature looks at the mostly empty bar, and smiles.
”I am Vendalfek! And you ruined my prank!” He says, looking a bit cross before laughing.
”You're tough! My sleep spell usually puts these dumb-dumbs out to sleepy-byes. I still got the big man and these two,” he says, stepping over one of the unconscious man's hands and lapping ale from his glass.
”Anyway, thanks for not fighting! Most humans don't have good senses of humor.”
"Ohhh, Vendalfek. That's a wonderful name. Can I keep you? Plants don't sleep silly, but I like to use sleep on them too. It's a nice way to get them to leave you be sometimes. Oh, you should take some flower petals. You can rub the petals on their skin and make designs. It's quite funny."
Leila reaches out and pats the small creature on it's head. "I used to get in trouble a lot back home. The others mostly got annoyed when I would try to play with them. No one got hurt... they just didn't like when I made them look silly."
Leaning in close to Vendalfek and whispering."Oh, and if you ever get the chance, try this spell." and she explain how to cast the Itching Curse.
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 6:00 PM
”Keep me? I'm a dragon!” He rears up haughtily on his hind legs and releases his breath weapon—a five foot cone of purplish vapor that he breathes safely towards the rafters away from the party.
”Besides, I'm having so much fun with my pranks here! And these people are very amusing.”
”You do seem like nice people though—like before, when I lived at the Thrashing Badger” He sighs mournfully.
Clapping excitedly. "Very impressive Mr. Vendy. You would make a fearsome guardian."
"Thanks 'Bob'. Appreciate that. Hey, come pet Vendy. He's a fierce dragon, but it sounds like his home got burned by mean old Thrunzilla. Maybe he can stay with us?" Making wide doe eyes at Declan.
"Well I'll be a dried up snoutlicker, an actual dragon. Vendalfek ya say? Well met partner, and well played on the sleepytime party! Mind if I ask ya somethin before Leila here gets her branches twisted?" Giving a comical laugh over towards Leila before continuing. "Ven, can I call ya Ven? Good! Ven, you say you been puttin dumb-dumbs to sleep here for some time now. Could you tell me, was that the cause of hte fights breakin out here, or did you by chance see something else?"
"Oh and Ven, don't mind ol' Bob here, he is a crotchety ol fool. But he's good people, sometimes. Oh, and if you decide to come back with us, I'll introduce you to Hook. A lovely croc friend I made when we moved in."
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After some deliberation, Vendalfek agrees to move into the Wasp's Nest, and to try to cause less destruction around him. He will join the Silver Ravens as an ally; he allows the Rebellion to perform the Spread Disinformation action. If you already have access to this action, he instead provides a +4 bonus to Spread Disinformation checks.
Vendalfek won't go out in the field generally, but circumstances might lead to him choosing to do so in the future. PCs that take Improved Familiar can take him as a familiar, and anyone gaining access to a Cohort can choose Vendalfek (who gains levels as a Fey blooded Sorcerer). PCs with choose Vendalfek as a Familiar or cohort can bring him with them at any time.
With that, go ahead and level up to 3 everyone.
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Pharast 12th, 4715, around 8:00 PM
Your return to the Wasp's nest is uneventful.
Once inside, the Fushi sisters present their report
”The building looks pretty sturdy, but it wasn't intended to be a prison, so there's a variety of options available to you.
There are two buildings, the larger is the former salt works and current prison—or perhaps work camp would be a better term, since it seems that the prisoners stationed there are being forced to continue the work of operating the furnaces to dry the salt.
“It appears that there are at least 8 mercenaries at the Salt Works—they stay in the other building,which acts as their barracks. They don't leave often—we saw food and supplies delivered today, although we can't say how often that occurs. We only saw one of them leave, and he just went out for a bit, returning with a keg of ale and a basket of meat pies.
“The leader of the mercenaries is a dwarf, named Kossrani. Mean, but keeps a disciplined team as far as we could tell. He's better outfitted than the others—mail, a heavy shield, and quality weapons. The others are more lightly armored, and my estimate is that they are somewhat green.
“Kossrani and four of the guards patrol around the main building, pretty randomly. They spend a fair amount of time playing cards. At 7:00, we saw the changing of the watch—four more came from the barracks, the other four went to the barracks. These other four immediately sat down to play cards in the office—I don't think they are too keen on patrols, but can't confirm with just a single days observation.
“Hard to tell how many prisoners are present. I would guess at least 8, but--”
Korva Fushi is cut off, as there is a loud crashing sound from the living quarters area.
Rushing to discover the source of the noise, you see a portion of masonry has collapsed onto one of the beds here. The wailing sounds of your Street Performers indicate that, underneath the rubble, lies one of their own. Based on the quantity of rock on the bed, and the stillness, it appears the performer is dead.
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Pulling Huck off to the side, Leila points out the hidden cache. "Whatcha think?"
"Well I'll be... if I were a gamblin sort, which I am, I'd say that these tools were used to widdle away at this here wall." Using a torn cloth to pull the crate out from hits tucked little hiding place, pointing to the chisel marks on the wall. "I reckon these marks here we caused using these here tools."
Motioning for the rest of the group to take a look "Obviously we have a rat in our nest. Some snoutlicker tryin to undermine what we are fixin to do."
After taking a pull from his flask and looking over the damage done, tools used, and helping in removing the body from under the rubble. "Now I reckon we have more pressing matters to attend to. However, as it seems we have some snoutlicker up to no good down here while we are away, I suggest we make haste in finding ourself a more suitable place to call home." Looking over at declan with a wicked smile on his face. "So Dec ol' chum... I'm fixin to need you to bring Declan out to play. In his full devil summoning, high horse riding, intimidating glory. One thing I don't take too kindly to is someone causin a ruckus in my house. We are gonna have ourselves a bit of a party with some people we have met along the way."
Taking a seat while propping his feet up on the table "Rexus and Laria, the students from the university, Emma and her anarchs, Zea about the Tieflings, and anyone else we may have told about us and where we are staying. We are gonna give em all a solid talkin to. Between your intimidating annoyance, and my silver tongue, we should get to the bottom of this with no issue. I hate to do it, especial to those we have come to call friends. The trouble with throwin a party like this, always a few crashers."
Huck kicks the table away, his eyes flare up a bright golden hue. "I knew there would be those taht didn't make it through this, but so soon? Hey Dyst, think you whip us up some traps to lay about, until we can find our own place? Lily and Leila, anthing on that there magic front you can do?"
Listening to the Fushi Sisters report, Rath begins thinking of a plan of attack for the mine/prison. Hearing the wall fall, he is info of the first there to help dig anyone out of the wreckage. Saddened by the injury and loss of a member of one of their teams, Rath vows to himself to make the person responsible pay. He knew there would be loss in this endeavor, but not from something mundane as this. This was not an honorable death.
In the whirlwind of the last few days/nights, he thinks to himself about the big picture.
It sure seems like someone is using fey creatures to terrorize this city.... Kind of odd don't you think? With all the history of this area and their demon worship and other dark magic practices.... this last bit with pointedly dark look at Fancy Boi
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Pharast 13th, Early
The night ends on a somber tone, as arrangements on burial of the body are discussed. Laria offers to pay for the funeral, and seems particularly saddened by the events--likely she blames herself, seeing as it occurred on her property, in the hideout she gave to you.
The following day dawns, and the weather is surprisingly warm for a Kintargo spring.
If you guys want to continue your investigations into the Salix Salt Works, or another possible avenue for expansion of your rebellion, feel free. Otherwise you can treat the day as downtime.
The next morning, Leila and Mr. Flap Flap meditate for a bit. At the conclusion of which she beings to cast a couple spells, Wing Bounty being one of them. Multiple fruits sprout from her wings.
The second spell is Speak With Animals, to which she turns her attention to the croc.
"Hey big guy, how you feeling today? Getting enough to eat? Listen, that Hucklebilly, he said your name is Hook, is that right? Did you happen to see or hear anyone making noise in the other room" She motions casually towards the room where the wall had been damage. "If you help out, I could try to find you some really tasty treats."
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The creature regards you silently for a moment.
"A scent I smell in the air for moments a yellow and stale smell it comes and goes maddeningly like your own sweet presences the food is too still and too infrequent I should like river creatures live and fighting not this chum you feed me an otter or a seal or some unobservant ruminant bring me bring me bring me."
Entertained by the conversation between a plant-person and a dinosaur, Rath listens in.
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Realizing that someone had been inside their secret hideout and sabotaged it was not sitting well with Declan. I will have to be very careful not to let my guise slip and should limit the time I spend here.
His next thought he decided to share with the group in a hushed whisper, "It is interesting that whoever our saboteur is, they opted for this relatively minor booby trap attack. Why not run to the Dottari? The saboteur must either not want the attention that would bring, or perhaps not even be aware of that as an option. If this chisel were meant for smaller hands I would suspect another mischevious fey creature like the tooth faeries who simply didn't like us in their lair or something, or dare I say it, perhaps even our gracious host who'd developed second thoughts about harboring fugitives. But these tools seem to be meant for human-sized hands. Laria said she used to use this dock for smuggling. Perhaps someone else used it for similar 'less than legal' purposes and would like us out of the way so they can resume their business? Curious."
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Pharast 14th, 4715, around 9:00 AM
The following two days pass without incident.
On the morning of the third day, while spending time in the Longroads Coffeehouse, the PCs become aware of a bit of news spreading throughout the community.
”Word is that the Chellish Citizens Group has grabbed up a couple of people and are doghousing them outside of the Opera House. Far as I know the Dottari aren't involved, but they sure aren't doing anything to stop it.”
Grabbing his equipment from the Nest, Rath makes his way hurriedly to the Opera House area
Entering the area near the Opera House, Rath takes a look around