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He tilted his head to side looking at his dog whom suddenly was speaking. It was more than passing strange, then again lots of things had been weird the last few days.He was glad that at least he was a well spoken talking dog.
"I...uh... yeah, I suppose would she deal with this Taradiddle. Any uh... What do we know?"
Exxor stands slack jawed for a moment. Just when I thought it couldn't get any stranger, it does....
What is a taradiddle?
Barksalot sighs
Taradiddle. Noun.
1. petty lie.
2. Pretentious nonsense.
In this case I am using it to imply all these explosions which are so grand they are pretentious. The whole thing is in fact nonsense.
Considering what we have been through, such as a hidden maze with a bottomless pit and slime monster tucked away in the mayor's mansion, Barksalot talking is perfectly normal.
Exxor shrugs, realizing Miro is right. Miro being the voice of reason may be the scariest thing to happen yet.
Exxor nods and listens to what information Barksalot can provide.
I gained the ability to speak after Miro let me drink that bizarre liquid. It as quite jarring to my system. Ms. Tarvi has always said that she thought I was more intelligent than young Tram here...and now I am determined to prove her right!
He says with a wink, and he pads over to Tram and gives him a loving lick on the hand.
As it stands now, I am at your service, how can I assist? As you can tell the mansion has exploded, the mayor appears to have escaped...yes I can hear him bellowing ineffectually from here.
Well let us go find his highness. Always wanted a chance to beat up a lacky of Thrune.
Sir Barksalot leads the way to where the mayor stands he is shouting at everyone, anyone who gets near him. This is your fault! I can't believe you did this! I am not taking the blame for your negligence!
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"You know i would be hurt if it probably werent true. Dogs supposedly have better senses than we do. Is there anything you can smell or hear that we are not hearing?"
He asked as he head torwards the mayor.
"Keep you wits gentlemen.I'd wager my cousin is looking to blame someone for this."
He whispered as they approached both put off by the face he could have swore he saw in the smoke and well his cousin.
"By the gods above what a conflageration! Some careless soul is no doubt to blame cousin. Are your people safe? Is anyone still trapped in that mess?"
He asked trying to appease his cousins need for flattery.
Miro waits for the chance to commit guilt free violence on the mayor.
Exxor will let Tram take the lead on speaking with the Mayor, and will listen but keep focused on the smoke and flames.
We need to figure out what is going on here. I feel like we are constantly one step behind.
Miro slips some Oil of Taggit into a wineskin to offer as a refreshing drink for his mayorness.
Make a sleight of hand miro
Good to see this one is well trained.. The mayor says as he downs the wine, giving Miro less than a glance
This wine has turned, the mayor says as he spits the wine on Miro. Then he tosses the wine skin on the ground
Exxor represses the simultaneous urges to laugh at and punch the mayor in the face. Sadly, he doubted the mayor would look much differently at him. That was ok though, he was in better company with Miro and Tram.
He continues to listen for anything the mayor says that might actually be useful.
the place exploded! What do you think! So many of my Peck slaves killed as well. Do you know how expensive that will be?? How much for yours cousin?. He features to Miro
In far better company with Miro... Exxor places a hand on Miro's shoulder.
This one would cost you too dearly, your excellency. But, I have no doubt you will get exactly what you need in due time. For now, let us address the matter at hand. He nods to the conflagration.
. By all means go check it out. He gesturess to the wreckage
Miro has enough problems knowing what city he is in to worry about other realities. Although he is certainly going to look up some to send the mayor.
Miro sighs and follows.
Our heroes move closer, with Sir Barksalot following along, sniffing here and there.
As you make you way closer it becomes apparent that the destruction is complete. The mayors house is utterly obliterated. Flames spout and gutter, but things seem to have calmed down. You can see that Hellknights are making there way to secure the area, as well as some other type of militia or guard
Sir Barksalot speaks Might I recommend we leave for now, and let this calm a bit and we can investigate later?
Works for me
Somehow the party is now being led by a talking dog, and yet, Exxor muses, it somehow fits. He nods and looks to Tram to make sure he agrees, and barring any discontent, they slide back into the shadows.
Fast forward 2 weeks. Things are settling dloely. Sell and buy what you need
Two leads for the moment...well not leads just things to follow.
1. The mayor seems to be missing.
2. One of the minor houses seems to be having an issue w guards turning up missing. Tarvi seems bent our of shape over it too
Just how much did we make with the goodies we sold from Delvehaven? Miro asks Exxor.
Miro looks into selling some goodies.
“Whisperslash—the dueling sword of Baron Agustine
II, the Cold Veteran of Oppara” (This exquisite blade is
a +1 defending mithral rapier.)
• “Hand of the Pharaoh of Nagas, Osirion” (This is a wellpreserved,
five-fingered, long-nailed mummy’s hand—
it functions as a luckstone.)
• “Chess set gifted from Taldor to Cheliax in 4315 ar”
(This exquisite chess set is worth 1,500 gp.)
Give me a local check to see if you can find some family of the baron
Exxor has Profession Merchant +10, Diplomacy +12/Sense Motive +14
Profession Merchant = 24
Try to find buyers with significant interest in the specific items.
Miro is unable to find any relations to the Baron. No bonus on $$$
Exxor is able to find folks to buy the sword for 1/4, the chess set for full value, and the hand at 1/4 price (price of a luckstone)
Miro gives the hand to Tram.
Ok 375 for the chess set, divided by three is 125 each
The chess set actually goes for 1500, so 500 each
Only 3 of you right?
We got Barksalot! Nice dog jackets are expensive.
Ah!!!
Okay, are we going to check out the ruined manor and see why it exploded?
Fast forward 2 weeks. Things are settling dloely. Sell and buy what you need
Two leads for the moment...well not leads just things to follow.
1. The mayor seems to be missing.
2. One of the minor houses seems to be having an issue w guards turning up missing. Tarvi seems bent our of shape over it too
This is a little bit of DM railroading here. I would check these out first
If Miss Tarvi is upset, I suspect Tram will want to help; so I am thinking that missing guards will be step one.
Okay then, missing guards. Miro is ready to head out.
Might as well see Tarvi since she will be nearby
You quickly find Tarvi in her library reading a magic text, taking copious notes while absently scratching Barksalot behind the ears. She does not seem to notice you
Hello Miss Tari, seems you might be having trouble with something dealing with guards?
Me? I don't know what you mean? I don't have any guards, well other than my furry knight here...
She pauses Ah you are talking about my cousin's estate. Yes, well though She and I have never been close, many of the footmen, and guards and servants are going missing of late. If this had all been around the time of the explosion, I would understand, as it is right across the square from that mess, but it seems this started a week or so before the blast, and has continued since. Most of those men and women are good people, just doing what they can to get by.