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Crissali gives the group a leery glance but his eyes settle on the injured woman and without another word, he begins his work. His hands quickly moving in practiced motions, flitting through the sleeves to retrieve various vials and tools, sewing this and patching that.
After a couple hours of this, Crissali emerges from the back room his hands covered in blood and forehead speckled with sweat.
"Lady Priscïlla de Lacrimosa is awake and wishes to speak with her "saviors". For those of you who are of low birth...remember who you are addressing. Don't believe all of the nonsense going on outside changes the rules of culture. "
He nods respectfully to Marcellano."Ser."
Priscilla lays propped up in one of the comfiest chairs of the room, a well practiced smile split across her face hides the pain of her injuries.
"The gods are good! To think that I would be rescued by the very people I was seeking when I was attacked. I was watching you during the protest, and you are clearly formidable, the kind of heroes that Kintargo needs in these dark days. I would introduce myself to you, but not here...there are ears and eyes everywhere in this city. I am in desperate need of your help.
She rigidly gestures for the group to take a seat and does her best to keep an air of familiarity and relaxed poise, as if she were speaking with old friends.
" For the slim chance you do not know me, my name is Prisclilla de Lacrimosa, and until last week’s Night of Ashes, I was one of this city’s nobles. My parents’ estate burned to the ground that night — I escaped simply because I was studying at the Alabaster Academy during the fire. There were other fires that night, as you know — fires that many believe were started by Barzillai Thrune or his agents in an attempt to squash any spirit of rebellion Kintargo might have.
Now more than ever we need that spirit of rebellion to stay strong, but Thrune’s actions have driven into hiding those who would stay strong and resist. Those who could once rally the city to a cause, such as Lord-Mayor Jilia Bainilus and my parents, are missing at best, and are more likely dead. I cannot do this on my own, but with the aid of talented citizens such as yourselves, I have hope that we can."
I came here for the sole purpose of helping this city. I may not be the most experienced fighter but i can help and am willing to do so.
What do you require of us milady?
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Priscilla exhales softly, clearly relieved and bolstered by your support.
"Thank you, all of you. It has been very...difficult for me since the fires. My family is all gone now, and this is all that I have left of them." she says, pulling out a small coffer from her satchel. She Then opens the coffer and produces a short letter, which she first reads aloud, then passes to Braxton.A glimmer of recognition flits across her eyes as she focuses on her saviors more than hiding her discomfort, specifically on Marcellano.
"Forgive me, but I've seen you somewhere before...BESIDES in the town square, of course.
My dearest daughter
If you are reading this, what I have feared has
come to pass and I am dead. For many years, I have belonged to the Sacred Order of Archivists and have worked to free Kintargo from Chelish rule. I have learned much about Kintargo’s secret history, and fear the time will soon come when the city needs the return of its Silver Ravens. You have likely not heard of the Silver Ravens—few have. Mentions of them have been redacted by the agents of House Thrune, but during the civil war, the Ravens worked to ensure Kintargo’s safety. They were heroes in their day, and I fear that Kintargo needs their kind again. Do not believe the government’s claims that Lord-Mayor Bainilus abandoned us! Darker things are afoot, and I fear that all who work against Thrune may fond themselves in danger in the days ahead.
The Silver Ravens maintained numerous hideouts within Kintargo’s walls during the civil war. I have located one such site—the chambers below a building known today as the Fair Fortune Livery. If you are reading this, I was unable to seek further answers there myself. Gather heroes to your side, my dear daughter, and search below the livery. There, if my research is correct, you will find something to teach you more of the Silver Ravens and their legacy.
Do not let my death be in vain. Stand up for Kintargo. Bring the Silver Ravens back to life!
"Will you come with me to the Fair Fortune Livery, and see what we might find there? Will you help me fulfill my mother's final wish, and rebuild the Silver Ravens?"
She seems invigorated by the prospects of such a monumental moment as her masked smile begins to turn genuine. She calls out to Victor, which has been silent in his response.
"And you good sir? How answer you the call to aid freedom in its fledgling hour?"
I will help save Kintargo
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Victor strides over to the woman, drawing his Longsword and planting it before him as he takes to or knee. He removes his helm to reveal an unexpected face: an adult woman, plain in her look and heavily scarred, with dark hair matted to her from the helm.
"I am Victoria Morningtread. I have come from the car south to protect my flock. The Thrunes relentless persecute those of my faith. I have come to lay waste to those responsible for the destruction of my church. If the Chelish are your enemies then you are my ally.
I am Victoria of Septhria, warrior priestess, Blade of Iomedae. I will gladly join your fight."
Victoria tears layers of silk cloth from the inner mouth of her helm before donning it once more.
"I suppose such deceptions are no longer necessary. The Chelish will surely kill me now regardless of my faith."
It is such an honor to meet you my lady. This trip has truly become the adventure of a lifetime
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"Muster your courage, the particular skills we each bring are invaluable to this unrest against the rule of Thrune! We must stand as one against their vile rule! Even unto death"
Victoria makes some practiced gestures before herself in quiet contemplation.
"We must move quickly to locate allies within the city. Strong allies. It is for you, Marcellano and you, Braxton, to discover such. I am of course but a hired blade."
Victoria dons her helm once more.
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Priscilla watches Victoria with a mirthful smirk, her eyes wide with shock. She gives a few short claps of approval before addressing her
"I can honestly say that I did not see that coming! Though I do not find it displeasing in the least. I admire a woman of action and I'm happy to have your sword added to our cause. But we do not share a common religion I hold no true ill will for Iomedae filling your heart. I will see to it personally but you attain the respect you deserve despite your faith .
You represent the true soul of Kintatgo; In its diverse and rebellious spirit. Thank you for trusting us enough with your identity Ser-Erm Lady Morningtread?. "
She nods approving at Victoria before glancing towards Braxton.
"Your assistance is most welcome Ser. You appear to be a learned man and I'm sure you skills will no doubt come in handy on the venture. I have a good sense of people and you are a man of virtue and honor. We are Lucky to have such a good hearted man amongst our ranks. We will no doubt become an asset in the coming fight."
Priscilla turns smiling towards Marcellano , but as she speaks, a pale shade across her grimacing face.
" Of course I remember you! The Florek party...a couple months ago? I heard you speaking to that Ortiz. Such a pompous git. You held your own against such a practiced politician. Not for our current circumstances I'm sure you would have made a fierce political debate her. Perhaps you will yet....And your dear father. I'm sure he is fine although if the worst HAS. Occurred then you and I will be Ken in more ways than status. My prayers are with your family and you do them a great honor by being here ."
Changing Her defeated glimpse int her defeated glance into something akin to pride she does her best to sit under her own power .
[b]" I am beyond pleased with all of your willingness to answer this rallying cry. Together we will overthrow this new Minnis and most certainly return the city we all love to its rightful order. But first I would suggest resting before you head off to the livery. See what you can find.Although you might be able to reach and investigate the building better under the cover of darkness. I'll leave the decision to you for now I believe I choir rest and copious amounts of opiates. "
She leans back down and weakly shuffles the assortment of gaudy pillows to get comfortable in the bed, apparently eager to begin her relaxation.
The rest of the crew that you brought along where either setting up in the basement of the shop, getting ready for bed or caring after the Young woman who was injured.
You guys are welcome to talk to any of them before resting. You guys can either choose to sleep or head out immediately. Either way you guys gain a level! ( in most instances you guys would gain full HD when you ding but in this one instance you do not. )When you guys decide to head out go ahead and read the spoilers and act accordingly.
The Fair Fortune Livery is an old, abandoned stable that leans slightly to one side, its roof perched haphazardly atop its walls. A faint odor of uncleaned stables seeps out of its cracked doors.
Here is a map
https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1FVYQbU-8zv_PZHMA1QGhwPuLG8m_cocrQeQUi30 VAgk/edit?usp=sharing
Thank you sir for your help but what do you have available for me to purchase? Do you have any healing potions i can purchase?
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Reluctant to sleep but not wanting to rush out without the help of his companions, Marcellano decides to speak with the others who have joined the group.
"I am glad we were able to bring you here, to relative safety. What brought you to the protest today? Surely you knew it could be dangerous. What greater need made you want to confront the risk?"