Gardner Gert steps outside to stretch his old human bones. Though it takes him a while he smells the flowers. and luxuriates at the feel of grass under his boots. He putters over to edge of the horn where the plantlife has been burned off. Leaning on a gnarled cane he 'Tsks' at the damage. He has to lean close to see anything through rumey eyes, but studies it for signs the damage. He studies the grass. He studies the weeds. He studies the strange plants near the entrance. "Ahhh. What have we here?" He studies the strange plants near the entrance. He studies the strange plants near the entrance.
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So when Gertrart leans in to study the strange plants near the entrance, he determines that they are very strange plants, and not something he is familiar with.
They're deep green vines with vermillion colored blossoms. They are growing in a spot that gets very little sunlight, and yet they seem to be thriving.
It's definitely knowledge(nature).
So what's the plan? Ignore the weirdness? Do something?
Ah Hah! The illusion of a cane drops to reveal a large blade suitable for chopping weeds away.
, plus Fort save (DC 16)
Prior to Gertrarts weeding...
Xerma looks to the others, "Do we have any herbalist or another underling in hire, who could identify these plants?"
"If not. Just leave them be..." he shrugs
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So, did Gertrart destroy the plants, or not?
"Gertrart, why are you doing this the hard way?"
If Gertrart is dropped by some sudden ability, Xeram's more than hapy to put the plants to the flame.
[Destructive delight]
Alright, so the plants get destroyed!
On to week 7!
In week 7, you receive a non-compulsory invitation to attend a celebration for Baron Vandermir's 105th birthday celebration as his place in Farholde.
"I say we attend. We can not let our generous benefactor have such a birthday without us"
"Yes, we must attend the event."
"Quite."
Xeram had some more formal attire tailored, if possible.
Gertrart non-compulsively agrees. "Which one is the baron?"
Okay, so we miss them. Onwards to the party then.
See, so when you say it like that, it makes me feel bad.
What would be your plan then for reconstituting the vines? Someone in the group have a green thumb?
With Heroism and Timely Inspiration (+2 and +2)
then we could follow it up with a scroll of Speak with Plants and a scroll of Plant Growth.
Uncomfortable with the social event ahead, the blood desecrator instead focuses on the targets that might be present.
Taeral is able to perform an autopsy on the remains of the plants, and determine a possible path forward.
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The awesome cultivating aside.....
Xeram was looking who, besides their little group, was present at the baron's party.
Uncomfortable with the social event ahead, the blood desecrator instead focuses on the targets that might be present.
Perception is a good idea. :)
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So, the birthday party is a who's who of the business folk of the town. But no one of particular interest to you guys, except except Gertrart did notice one particular individual that seemed interesting. When Gertrart managed to track down Taeral and recount his appearance, Taeral determined the man was Sir Valin Darian, the Heir of the Victor, and the current Commander of Hammarhall, and a Knight of great renown. His attendance was rather perfunctory, simply because socially he must attend, and he leaves the event rather early, not even being there still by the time Taeral positively identifies the man.
Malleck gets fawned over a bit by the ladies, always happy to meet a dashing knight!
Someone drop me a diplomacy check overall.
Xeram tries to subtle talk, though he's not particularly versed in it.
Geratrt is not the person for this.
An 18 was sufficient for you to have made valuable contacts to strengthen your burgeoning evil organization.
@Malleck - of course, you sicko!
Give me a bit, and I'll get the next encounter going. In week 8 you get another note warning you if adventurers, but my iPad doesn't want to cut and paste it, so I'll get on the computer.
To the Ninth:
A new group of adventurers are in town – they are too visible to attack directly. They assault the Horn soon, unsure of the exact time of arrival. They mentioned something about the ‘center eye’. Third level entry?
Traya DeMarco – the leader, a sorceress of some sort.
Hassan J’raaq – a strange foreign barbarian with red skin, horns and a large curved sword.
Tasker Twelve-Knives – half-orc knife specialist, a weakness for pretty women
Posca the Merchant – dwarven cleric of a god of merchants, greedy above all else
As the group learns of these newcomers, Xeram leans back in his seat, plotting to exploit some Obvious weaknesses.
"Dwarves..a greedy sort. I propose dropping a rumor, under disguise of course, about a hidden ancient stash.
Except for the fact, that it is said 'there can be only one' who can enter the chamber to claim it. Upon which i'm sure Malleck and someone else would love a bit of 'venting'."
He smiles.
"The knifer, that seems obvious, he needs to be separated from the others by a woman. A local maybe, one who can be 'convinced' into cooperation."
Though he seems to ponder on the barbarian.
"The brute sounds like a devil, or half devil at least.
Their sort is more resistant to my own preference of fire. Subtle poisoning on him and the sorceress, perhaps, diseased blades..weaken before subduing."