Vordrek studies the behaviour and mannerisms of Lady Vaelia Wintermark carefully. She is bitter, cold and unswayable. The death of her husband, at Qadiran hands, max made her a mortal enemy of the state on the southern border of Taldor. Qadira is her enemy, and Qadira alone. She is convinced that diverting resources to fight in the world wound will only serve to weaken Taldor at home, and she's afraid the border will be open to invasion. Lady Wintermark can not be influenced, it's simply impossible.
Naiar studies the Scion Lord, and finds that he is somewhat upset by Lady Wintermark's bigotry towards Qadirans. Lord Kermis himself is a proud, but reserved man, who does not suffer loud boors, a hallmark of Keleshite self-proclaimed sophistication.
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Wyrgan (1 roll left)
Vordrek (1 roll left)
Naiar (1 roll left, +4 on Kerkis)
Asher (2 rolls)
Tywin (2 rolls)
Fredrik (2 rolls)
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Dismayed but not surprised by the coldness of Lady Wintermark, Fredrik decides to change targetrs and try his luck with Lord Rothos.
Good evening milord. I believe we have not being introduced yet. I am Fredrik Greymantle priest of Pharasma and Pathfinder. By your many decorations I take you are a war hero sir. What army do you serve?
After speaking Fredrik immediately feels awkward, as a city boy from a poor family raised on the streets of Egorian he never learned how to not feel uncomfortable around nobility.
---Fredrik and Rothos---
Lord Rothos straightens his long black dress uniform Captain of the First Guard, Commander Militant of Absalom. Through luck and cunning, I have yet stayed clear from Pharasma's halls.
Rots seems friendly enough, though not particularly impressed with Fredriks speech.
---Wintermark and Vordrek---
The Lord Wintermark fell for his country, defending the lands from the Qadiran invaders. Thanks to him, we may all yet live without the border of the Keleshite!
Lady Wintermark's staunch beliefs seem to be rock solid, and ice cold.
---Naiar and Rothos---
I applaud your discreetness. Little do I tolerate the distasteful bigotry of lady Wintermark, her insolent attitude, living in the past. A far greater threat, indeed, challenges the Qadiran nation.
Tywin: DM+2;
Tywin: LR+2;
Vordrek: DM+1;
Naiar: DS+9 (!);
Naiar: LK+4;
Fredrik: WM+X;
Wyrgan WM+X;
Wyrgan Dy+1;
Asher LR+2
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Wyrgan (1 roll left)
Vordrek (done)
Naiar (done)
Asher (2 rolls)
Tywin (2 rolls)
Fredrik (1 rolls left)
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Wyrgan casually looks over the Lady to see if there is anything he can discern to use in his words.
"So my dear lady is there anything you or your associates can do to assist the current crusade in Mendev? Any assistance you can provide will be greatly appreciated since it will undoubtedly save the lives of countless innocents. Perhaps even create a few plays, ballads, songs, and other forms of entertainment extolling the heroics of your assistance. "
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Fredrik smiles. And may you stay clear of them for many more years sir. The merits of your service speak for themselfs commander. Absalom is the brightest beacon of civilization in the inner sea. I am very proud to call it my home.
Have you heard about the situation in Mendev? It may seem far away but the greed of the lower planes knowns no bounds. They threaten not only a country but our whole world. I hope you, and this fine city, can lend some of your expertise to the new cruzade.
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Tywin and Graxus try to sway Lady Dariana (mainly because Graxus has no love for the fat tub of lard that is Augustyn).
Graxus breaks the ice with some comments about the Lady and inquiring after her lineage, whilst Tywin follows up by saying that the dangers of the worldwound could reach far and wide if we cannot put a stop to them.
---Wyrgan, Tywin, Graxus and Lady Dyrianna---
I'm sure the noble folk, eager for battle, will provide that for you. My talents lie elsewhere, brave man, but you must sing me those songs of heroic battle one day.
---Fredrik and Rothos---
The claws of the fiend grab ever more land, yes, and the Mendevian crusaders will be hard pressed to hold their own. It is imperative that we take action!
Tywin: DM+2;
Tywin: LR+2;
Vordrek: DM+1;
Naiar: DS+9 (!);
Naiar: LK+4;
Fredrik: WM+X;
Wyrgan WM+X;
Wyrgan Dy+1;
Asher LR+2
Fredrik: LR+1;
Tywin: Dy+1;
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Wyrgan (done)
Vordrek (done)
Naiar (done)
Asher (2 rolls)
Tywin (1 more roll)
Fredrik (done)
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The soft susurrus of servants clearing dessert dishes and esteemed guests shuffling about to hobnob with their peers echoes from the nearby dining room as Major Colson Maldris furtively glances about before speaking in a stage whisper. “Have you noticed,” he inquires, “that several of the serving staff seem to be behaving strangely? I have watched a handful of them, and I can tell you with some authority that a few appear to be under the effects of enchantment magic. They have not expressed any hostility, but this strikes me as the precursor of something far more dangerous.
“In a moment, Damien Blakros will introduce the esteemed Genedair, an esteemed veteran of the Mendevian Crusades and a guest of honor at tonight’s festivities. I trust that his speech will be suitably engaging to give you an opportunity to slip away and check the rest of the manor. If there is anything amiss, deal with any immediate concerns and then report back to me.” He spares a moment to glance back at the dining room before adding, “Under no circumstances are you to upset the guests. I will keep Lady Morilla apprised of the situation, and together we will decide what to do in the event of trouble. The feast must go on without any disruption, and I will stay with the guest to ensure that happens.” As he says this, Damien Blakros begins introducing Genedair in the other room. With a last look, Major Maldris salutes and says, “You have perhaps half an hour,” then slips back through the door to rejoin the party.
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"Perhaps you could sing some of them into action?" Graxus grins.
"While Graxus may jest, he has a point. Perhaps you could help sway some of the nobles to action?" Tywin adds.
At the request of checking for dangers, Tywin reinforces his and Graxus' protection with a casting of mage armor from his wand.
--Tywin and Dyrianna---
You are right, of course, this is no jesting matter. The mendelian effort has my sympathies of course. Now tell me, where did you get that lovely eidolon?
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The adventures set out to investigate the garden. In the kennel, the dogs are playfully devouring something with great enthusiasm. The small gazebo in the garden seems inconspicuous. From the garden a path leads into the small storage room next to the kitchen.
Those are two bloody human jawbones the dogs are chewing on.
Most servants are moving between the dining hall and the kitchen. The entry back to the building is through a small side room in which a set of stairs descends to the cellar. From there, Vordrek inspects the servants in the kitchen, but discerns nothing special.
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Asher finishes his conversation with Lord Rothos and finds himself seated at the table with Lady Darchana and Lord Kerkis.
At dinner Asher will speak to Lady Darchana.
"My dear lady, I must compliment you on your eyes. They contain a depth that would rival any of Besmara's oceans. I would assume by your robes that you are a magic user. I am familiar with the arcane arts as many of my Hellknight brothers have taken to that side of the battle. In recent excursions into Mendev and the Worldwound the magical arts have truly turned the tide of battle. There is always a great need for those knowledgeable in the mystical side of battle to come to aid those who carry the sword."
The cool, dark wine cellar has a flagstone floor and walls covered with light gray ceramic tiles. Its irregularly shaped walls and alcoves are lined with dusty shelves that hold an impressive array of wine bottles. Propped up against the far west wall are two naked forms, both covered with fresh blood. Though both are clearly female, their faces have been chewed away entirely, leaving them both unidentifiable.
With their jaws removed, a speak with dead spell becomes impossible
Suddenly, two ghostly figures emerge from the walls of the cellar, and attack the baffled pathfinders. Fredrik gets touched by the black figure, and feels a chilling cold weakening his knees.
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Tywin
Fredrik
Wyrgan
Asher
Vordrek
Naiar
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Wraith
Wraith
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Naiar whistles, giving Boots the signal to go in and... try to attack them.
vs DC 10
Boots turns to the one that attacked Fredrik and gives a loud roar before swiping with both of his claws and going for a bite afterwards.
damage
damage
damage
Naiar gets a good look at the ghost-like creatures before moving back and pointing his Staff of Entwined Serpents to fire off a pair of black and white snakes at the one near Boots and Fredrik.
Fredrik tries to turn away the evil spirits, but to no avail. Boots rips through the wraith. Through it. The incorporeal nature make the animal swipe at nothing but black air.
Naiar then manages to send two force missiles at the wraith, which are far more effective. The magical missiles hit the creature form the other side, and seem to burn the wraith alright.
These are wraiths, incorporeal undead.
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Tywin
Fredrik
Wyrgan
Asher
Vordrek
Naiar
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Wraith - Red (7)
Wraith - Blue
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Wyrgan swing his earth breaker at the incorporeal wraith, and bashes straight through it without resistance.
A wail can be heard as Vordrek channel celestial energy, though the evil creature seem to be strong-willed and not easily affected.
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Tywin
Fredrik
Wyrgan
Asher
Vordrek
Naiar
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Wraith - Red (11)
Wraith - Blue (4)
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[/b]...sunlight. Wraiths have a weakness against sunlight[/b] Naiar says.
Tywin and Graxus ride up to the wraith, and Tywin manages to strike forcefully with his magical lance. Event though the lance has limited impact on the wraith, the magical nature causes some damage.
Asher also uses a magical weapon, but fails to hit the elusive creatures.
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Tywin
Fredrik
Wyrgan
Asher
Vordrek
Naiar
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Wraith - Red (21)
Wraith - Blue (4)
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