GM:
Molos grabbed 5 sp from his pocket and gave it the dwarf, a note dwarf on the favor if you want magic. I am not a thrower of fireballs, I prefer to fix my problems in a more...subtle manner.
GM:
Adrien tosses and turns, unable to rest fully. He gets up, takes his weapons and belongings, and leaves, locking the room and taking his key. I need answers he thinks. Adrien heads downstairs to Regrif, letter in hand. . Holding the letter to conceal his name, he approaches the stout dwarf. "Regrif, do you know this address?" he asks, holding the partially concealed letter.
gm:
Molos Tavark, associate of the hellknights.
DM:
PM
GM:
The fact the temple seems vivid in her memory amidst almost nothing else pulls her to that direction. She heads off, keeping her eyes watchful around her as she sets down the avenue toward it.
DM:
Yes, she did. But this is not what concerns me. What concerns me is that from my initial investigation there is a traitor in our ranks. Could we go somewhere private i need you help.
GM:
Gotcha. Will be keeping an eye out.
gm:
Tell me when he comes back but do not alert him of my presence...something smells wrong here.
GM:
She stumbles into the inn, trying to guess by weight if she had enough coin to afford anything to eat. She dispels the lights as she hits the light coming from the inn. She immediately takes a seat, sighing with relief and trying to fully understand everything that just happened to her.
gm:
Molos got into the room and began the process of sleeping, answers were needed...
GM:
She nods slowly, keeping her eyes away from the barmaid as she tries to piece something out of it all together. She searches her person for anything that could trigger memories or provide some better explanation for who she was than simply a scroll that told her nothing.
GM:
It was a similar note, but this one had a different name and address. The proper name and address, she felt. The name 'Ariana' felt familiar as well, and the brief echoes she had from early childhood confirmed that.
She had a name again, but it gave her little else. Well, there was an address, but she had no idea how to find that address, or where she was supposed to be going.
GM:
So I'm standing there looking stupid when the priest comes up to me and asks what deity I'm "offering devotion to". I almost laugh for some weird reason, but somehow catch sight of my hand. There's a ring on it. A signet ring, like some fancy noble would wear, but solid iron, thick and heavy. I wonder how I haven't noticed it til now. The symbol on it is a yellow flame surrounded by the head of a bull. I wordlessly show him the ring. The magic surges, making my whole body feel like it's on pins and needles. It's ready.
GM:
"Gee thanks..." I mutter under my breath as he wanders off. Moloch. Name doesn't ring a bell. But guess he's a deity of some sort. I don't strike myself as a particularly worshipful sort, but what do I know? I'm not exactly myself at the moment.
I go over to this small empty altar set my incense down, lighting it. It smells like fire. Hot and a little metallic. I like it. The smoke fills my head and I feel the magic take over. It's a little surreal, an out of body experience or whatever. I hear myself chanting in some language that's not common, but that I still understand. It sounds like the strangest mix between blunt efficiency and artistic eloquence. After about a minute of this I finally speak normally again, but it almost doesn't sound like my voice anymore.
"Should I find Molos Tavark?"
I drop the bones.
GM:
Well. That's... discomforting. I wonder if I did something wrong. Should I try it again? I sit there and ponder for a bit, but the incense burns out and I'm not tingling anymore, so I shrug and forget it. I scoop the bones back up and head back to the inn. I'm tired now and there's still a little bit of dark before morning. I can start again tomorrow.
DM:
got it.
GM (and Ariana I guess?):
I raise a quizzical eyebrow at the dwarf, but he just shakes his head so I shrug it off and go up to my room to sleep. I'm too tired to deal with any more mystery today.
GM (And Vince?):
Ariana turns to face him, but is disappointed when absolutely nothing constructive happens that would merit her interest.
DM:
sorry for the hold up but there are indeed a bunch of things i want to try to do... :)
GM:
Adrien thanks Regrif, and leaves to go look at the address. I can't believe I'm doing this. But I'm not going to get stuck in another trap. Adrien leaves to go scout the area
DM:
Taking 10 works for me :)
DM:
Hehe, PM
GM:
Adrien will search the property, checking for traps and any clue as to the ownership of the property. When he has gathered some clues, or if he finds nothing, he'll leave for the inn, and return to sleep (just to get the last of my actions done). Stealth , and Perception
GM:
Adrien pulls out the key...Where did you come from? He then reaches for a dagger, and tries the key in the lock.
GM:
I'll once again look around, checking any additional floors to see if I can notice anything I didn't from outside . Adrien will check any journals or notes that he finds, perhaps hoping that something will explain what's going on, keeping quiet the whole time .
Molos slowly and with annoyance began to awaken, something was tapping on his door...
DM:
What do i see, when i get out?
DM:
No problem, DM don't forget that Agent K and I are actively looking to see if anyone is surveying the structure i just left. I am going to walk for while as i need to put lots of distance between myself and the structure + PM
DM:
Done. i will ask the innkeeper what was the commotion about. and enjoy the dinner. (i'll spend 2gp for a nice meal in the morning)
GM:
Adrien looks amongst everything in the house. After a very short while, he starts to realize that all of this seems familiar. There are notes and journals written in his hand, the last entry reading "This should be a small effort. Short work and easy pay, my favorite." This is his home. These are his belongings. Finally some answers. I can find out more tomorrow though, a home would be the first place I'd be searched for. Adrien grabs the lockbox, keeping it closely hidden before going anywhere (Sleight of Hand) . He'll lock the house, and return to his room at the Inn, hiding his lockbox, and returning to sleep.
Adrien awakes, and promptly searches through the lockbox, donning his armor afterwards. After searching through it, he'll keep it wrapped in his cloak as he leaves the inn to return home, thanking Regrif for the room.
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