As noon approaches, the priest Calmer arrives at the Inn, to gather and escort the party members to the meeting at the Tower. He asks if everyone is fit and hardy, offering to heal anyone that needs some assistance. With him are two Andoran troopers you do not recognize, who form up as a sort of honor detail/watch patrol. Calmer and his men gather your group together and lead you to the Tower.
What townsfolk are visible look at you quickly, then turn away. By now news has spread throughout town about what has occurred, and who all has passed on. Sorrow and worry line what faces you chance to glimpse. Passing the smithy, the normal gruff blacksmith is missing, in his place is a man, if he can be considered such, a large and imposing man. His features and disposition reminds you in miniature, of an ogre, though one less ugly than the norm, though for a human, his appearance is somewhat bestial and intimidating. Two young boys assist him, and as you pass you see he is quickly hammering out U-shaped brackets and L- shaped cross pieces. Work has already begun to rebuild the mill. Harvest comes in a few short months, and we must be ready to grind the bulk of it for winter feed. Calmer mentions, ushering you onwards.
As you approach the Tower, a mounted patrol leaves the confines of the garrison, heading off southwards. From the looks of the walls and turrets, most troopers must be out and about, scouring the countryside for dangers, and more likely informing the outlying farms of what has transpired.
Marching up the steps of the Tower, you are intercepted by Miss Amelia and Carlson. They stand ready to greet you, asking if you need any refreshments before the meeting begins. Sir Gareth stands nearby, awaiting your arrival and the meeting to commence. The troopers leave you at the door, returning to other duties. As the thick doors to the Tower close, Amelia mutters a few hushed words, and the doors close tight, silent and strong. A faint amber glow covers the portals, and you dare not imagine what spells might envelop your only means of escape.
You are lead up a flight of stairs, to a small landing with a single door. Knocking twice, Miss Amelia opens the door, showing the room beyond. Already present is the Magister Kalizar DeMagius, Sir Romidar of the Andoran garrison, Captain Elmo of the village militia, the newly appointed Lady Mayor Jessa Nevets, and the cleric Terjen. Sir Romidar motions for you to enter, and take seats around the long table in the middle of the chamber. Welcome to you all, and thank you for all you have done for our fair hamlet thus far. We owe you a debt of gratitude. Please be seated, we shall dine shortly, but first, a few matters to attend. A sideboard has been set with an afternoon meal, but it has not yet been served.
As you take your seats, Sir Romidar stands at the head of the table, with Kalizar to his left, the lady mayor his right. Captain Elmo sits next to Kalizar, while Terjen sits beside the mayor. Calmer takes a seat next to Captain Elmo. Three empty seats run along Kalizar's side of the table, four along the mayor's, with a single seat at the end opposite Sir Romidar.
Sir Romidar addresses the group, thanking you all for coming. The first order of business today, the matter of the murder of Canoness Y'dey. Nodding to Carlson, Sufficient evidence has been presented to this body to dispense with the charges levied against Master Carlson Haddix, who is hereby absolved of any wrongdoing in the matter of her demise. A smattering of applause and congratulations follows. This further dispenses with the need for a Justicar, for investigative purposes, so with that, will Sir Gareth d'Orionus kindly return the badge of office? We thank him for his due diligence in this matter, and the rapid manner in which he sought out and delivered justice to the guilty parties involved. Another smattering round of applause follows.
Sir Romidar continues, giving a brief recap of what has transpired for the leaders of the village, during the events of the previous evening.
The meeting was set within a pocket dimension Magister Kalizar created, a private sanctum secluded from prying eyes and proof against most divinations. The elders were discussing the death of Y'dey and Mayor Nevets, who would replace them, as well as the rumors that had reached the council regarding the possible real identity of the imposter Jaroo Ashstaff. The council was nearing the end of it's deliberations when a disturbance alerted Kalizar that all was not well in Hommlet.
As we attempted to leave the meeting hall, we discovered our link back had been severed. Powerful magicks had cut us off from Hommlet. The Magister had available a scroll that would allow us to return, albeit indirectly. We were forced to travel along the shadow plane to a point we could once more touch our home soil. It took longer than expected, though time here passed rather briefly.
During that journey, we found a trio of spectral guardians circling the lines of access to the village, and we were forced into fighting them to get to the rift point home. We lost Elderman Serfern in that battle, his heart giving out from the fright such beasts wreak upon the unprepared. We arrived just outside the Tower when the mill exploded, and we feared the beasts had followed us through the rift.
Amelia filled us in on what was transpiring, so I lead a few troopers to your aid, unnecessarily it seemed, while the Magister spent more resources summoning up the storm that quenched the fire. Terjen and Calmer went to the Grove, to aid the men there, and determine the fate of it's clergy. I am afraid to report all were lost, irretrievably it seems.
Mayor Nevets at this point rises, to discuss matters more directly affecting the village, namely a listing of the deceased, giving the party it's first chance to comment on those who have lost their lives in recent days.
We have confirmed thus far that sixteen residnets of Hommlet have perished as a result of this cult, or it's activities here thus far.
Y'dey was assassinated.
Jaroo was replaced then apparently sacrificed in a ritual that summoned a hostile spirit to possess the Grove.
Jennithar Rhengold fell fighting that same spirit.
Yundi died likewise.
My father, Mayor Nevets, died of a malignant poison or disease that defied all healing sources we could muster.
Mistress Glenna of the camps was apparently killed by the doppelganger that became Jaroo.
Elderman Serfern was lost in the magical journey returning to Hommlet.
The miller, his wife, and their two children were slain in their beds.
Three troopers were killed during this incursion: Joman Dart, Ryan Evans, and Garrick Dunn, part time stable master at the Inn.
Lastly, Meridosen and her unborn child died, slain by her own hand at the Inn of the Welcome Wench.
Of the bodies recovered at the Mill, we have identified the following thus far "nameless" remains...
A Garundi male, patron of the Inn, suspected to be one Zert of Karubo
A Gnomish male, patron of the Inn, suspected to be one Nierathi Poscurian
A Tienish male, patron of the Inn, suspected to be one Turuko Fong
A Chelish female, unidentified and badly burned
A Taldan male, patron of the Inn, suspected to be one Kobort de Armitano
A Doppelganger, the impostor Jaroo
A Half Orc male, unidentified
A Ulfen male, unidentified, mentioned to be one Grune of the Axe
We also have the prisoner, a tiefling apparently named Vacra Darkspawn, who will say nothing more until she has spoken with a Conner Hawthorne.
Kalizar rises as the mayor sits, There is more we have to share, but we wish to hear from you. Rumor says much but often mean little. In your words, what has transpired, what is transpiring, what do you make of the events overtaking our little town?
Feeling like she crawled out of a grave Angel slowly gets up and washes.. Badlly bruised all over and with a severe headache, she ponders the last 24 hours of her life.. "Geirheart i have not forgotten about you.. Matters i could overlook arised, but i will be along soon.. Please hold on.." After eating she sets to poilishing her fullplate before strapping it on she heading down to the common room where she awaits the rest of her group..
To the Gundigoots.. "I am sorry for yesterdays suspicions and for the way i acted.. It was a very long and challengeing day, both physically and mentally. I didn't not mean to take it out my frustrations on you folks and for that again im sorry.. May the Everlight ever shine on you on yours.."
After the arrival of the priest Angel would accept some healing and passing by the mill Angel has a very sad look on her face.. She cheers up a bit upon their arrival at the castle and the reuniting of her group in full..
At the meeting Angel would sit on the mayor's side simply becasuse there's more room.. After listening to Sir Romidar, the Mayor, and Kalizar.. "There was a devilish plot afoot in yalls small town.. Why here, in such a small, out of place town i can only guess. I think our stumbling upon this caused them to hastily make a decision that would have otherwise taken longer.. Its obvious that they planned on summoning the vile tree to wreck havoc on the town, but was that their only plan? I doubt it.. During the fight with the cult there were several mentionings of "Father Destroyer", and of some person refered to as "Mother Madness", who apparently has forseen the return of the Destroyer.. Perhaps we stalled an Apocalypse here.. Which again makes me ask, why way out here in the middle of nowhere.. Perhaps this location is more significant than anyone knows.. My thoughts on the subject for now, Thank you ladies and gents.. Additionally i would like to donate 80 gold pieces to the Mill rebuilding fund.. I would give more if i had it.."
Sir Gareth awoke physically restored but emotionally mixed. What happened last night? Too much he did not know, but the root of evil was exposed. The Light of the Sword wanted him here for a reason. He thought as he ate, dressed, prayed, and prepared for the new day.
He heard the elders starting to assemble in the tower, so he joined Amelia and Carlson to welcome his companions to the tower. They had shared death together and would probably do so again. He was proud to stand with them.
Entering the council meeting, d’Orionus resisted the urge to sit opposite Sir Romidar. They knew he was a Taldan noble knight. There was no advantage to signal confrontation or a need for respect. He sat next to Father Calmer with a humble smile in an attempt to bridge their last conversation that ended unfriendly.
He gladly unclasped the Justicar badge and nodded to the polite applause. Sir Gareth then handed the badge to Father Calmer.
After a slight pause from Angel’s words, d’Orionus continues, “In addition to what Lady Angel has described we should add some related deaths and another villain. In our caravan arriving here, the same poison was used that was found in a secret stash of Meridosen along with her trappings as an agent of Gyronna. She was known as the lover of Chatrilon Unosh, who befriended a merchant by the name of Master Delts. After several deaths of guards and the poisoning of the caravans supper, Unosh and Master Delts departed with their wagon. Conner found the wagon here in Hommlet. It seems Unosh traded it for another before he departed yesterday morning. I fear Master Delts is dead, because the merchant Master Shylocke can testify to his character.
We also recovered letters between these two. Master Xavorin discovered that they were more than just love letters." He nods toward Xavorin and continues, "Evidently, ‘they started off simple enough about nine months ago. Meridosen and Chatrilon were sent to spy on the village, and report back information to their superiors about the leadership of Hommlet. She reported to a priestess of Gyronna that had come to realize that not the hag, but another mother, was the true face of her worship, a mother of all beasts great and small. He served the Gray Master, kidnapping and killing in honor of his dark god, who has an alliance with this "new trinity". That they would one day release the "god of all gods" was something they became to believe, even as they fell in love.
Much of the remaining content is dedications of love, discussions of kidnappings, murders, and deliveries of information to various coded locations. However, the last few letters deal with their discovery that Meridosen was pregnant, and their happy plans to sacrifice their child, upon it's birth, to this "new trinity" that it's joyfully damned soul might further weaken the prison that holds the "Dark Father, the First Destroyer."
He felt that he had spoken too long and wanted to listen having waited from so long for an audience with this council.
D’witt smiled as he accept the key and saw himself upstairs. Removing his armor and weapons the tiefling rubbed sore shoulders and stretched before pulling several thing from his gear. Taking a minute he mixed up an extract to heal some of his wounds.
He samples a piece of meat left on the tray, but waits fro Sharla to bring him the warm water before enjoying the rest of what is offered. ”Food, as with many things, is always better with pleasant company.” He thinks with a smile.
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The morning comes late for D’witt as he stirs. He stretches and sits up, roused by the smell of breakfast. Standing and walks over to the new tray he samples some of the food as he reads the note. Crossing to the room’s window he opens the curtain looks out. The burnt shell of the mill and the ruined grove were stark reminders of the night’s events. The little town was changed.
The thought brought a frown for a moment before D’witt turned his attention to the rest of the view. The sun told him he only had a couple hours before the meeting. Moving over to his gear he smiled again and pulling the pocket watch from his belt pouch to verify his timing. Nodding to himself he put it back and started the morning ritual of cleaning his pistols and checking his ammo, then moving on to his armor and readying several vials to be made into extracts for the day.
That done, the gunslinger pulled his journal from his pack and began writing down the previous days trials. He would ask the others later what they could recall, thinking again on the man, Grune who had dies before he could be questioned.
Dressing to go down stairs D’witt puts on the holster carrying his pepperbox pistol, but decides not to put on his second pistol and chain shirt. He had been wearing them most of the caravan trip and after yesterday he needed to be out of them for a bit.
Makiing sure his pendant and symbol rested proper he picked up the journal again and moved down to the main hall to join the others before they had to report to the tower. He takes a moment to catch Sharla eye and gives her a warm smile, not wanting to get her in trouble by interfering with her duties.
Sitting with the others D’witt asks them to recount the night as they remembered it so he can add notes to the journal entry.
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D’witt follows Calmer with the others to the tower. He glances around at the busy people hurrying about, obviously still on edge. At the tower he nods to Carlson and Sir Gareth, offering Miss Amelia a friendly smile with the polite nod. ”Ma’am His mother had taught him to be respectful of ladies, especially ones he had not met before.
Inside the meeting room D’witt chooses an empty seat on the mayor’s side. He listens intently as Sir Romidar fills them in on the night’s happenings.
When the mayor stands and recounts the victims D’witt bows his head respectfully and rubs his holy symbol with his finger and thumb absently. When she mentions the tiefling won’t speak anyone but Conner he glances over at the ranger curiously.
At the request for them to speak their thoughts D’witt waits and lets the other speak first before giving his own thought. Adding at the end. ”If it would be helpful, I have written down my account of the previous day.” He holds up the journal he still carried. ”I added what the others shared with me, and as soon as I can get Sir Gareth and Carlson to tell me their accounts I can provide you with a copy of all of it.”
Sir Gareth nods to D'witt and replies, "of course. I almost forgot. The crew found a frog familiar in the Mill on their recon. It was actually helpful in the inn and died around the time of the problem in the grove. I asked Conner to keep it, because it appears the killer's ring was imprinted on its skin."
Conner takes a seat next to D'Witt. His ears perk up at the mention of his name. he nods his head on the account of what has transpired. After Sir Gareth speaks of the frog, he brings its body out of his pack and places it on the table.
I am Conner Hawthorne, and this prisoner's name, Vacra Darkspawn, is not known to me. Could it have something to do with this frog? I would certainly entertain speaking with her.
To the Gundigoots.. "I am sorry for yesterdays suspicions and for the way i acted.. It was a very long and challengeing day, both physically and mentally. I didn't not mean to take it out my frustrations on you folks and for that again im sorry.. May the Everlight ever shine on you on yours.."
Child, we have all been under such stress, acting rashly, not seeing things for what they are, living with our hearts not our heads. Let us start again shall we? and with that Marta gives Angel a small hug and pat, signaling a wish to let the past pass between them.
Additionally i would like to donate 80 gold pieces to the Mill rebuilding fund.. I would give more if i had it.."
The mayor nods and smiles, That is most generous Miss Dawnstar, most appreciated. Thank you.
Entering the council meeting, d’Orionus resisted the urge to sit opposite Sir Romidar. They knew he was a Taldan noble knight. There was no advantage to signal confrontation or a need for respect. He sat next to Father Calmer with a humble smile in an attempt to bridge their last conversation that ended unfriendly.
He gladly unclasped the Justicar badge and nodded to the polite applause. Sir Gareth then handed the badge to Father Calmer.
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Father Calmer nods to Sir Gareth, showing no outward sign of hostility. Perhaps his own experiences the past day have reminded him what battle and conflict can do to a man's heart and mind.
Sir Romidar nods at the return of the badge, mentioning, We still have that drink to share, someday soon I hope.
He samples a piece of meat left on the tray, but waits fro Sharla to bring him the warm water before enjoying the rest of what is offered. ”Food, as with many things, is always better with pleasant company.” He thinks with a smile.
And so the meal was rather enjoyable, the warm water making for a nice massage before retiring to bed.
That done, the gunslinger pulled his journal from his pack and began writing down the previous days trials. He would ask the others later what they could recall, thinking again on the man, Grune who had dies before he could be...
In writing down the description of Grune, D'witt remembers why the armband was unusual. Not for being melted iron, but because it was iron at all. Most Ulfen men, men of battle, are vassals of an Ulfen lord or captain, wearing armbands made of precious metals, bright and ornate, showing their allegiance and status in ulfen society. That Grune did not have one, but instead a twisted, metal piece of iron, meant that he had failed his liege in some way, been marked with that iron band and cast out of Ulfen society. Irredeemable sorts would have had it cut free, but Grune wore his. Perhaps he was atoning for his mistake, and though stripped of his name and place, became "of the Axe," a man with no family aside from the weapon he bore.
He steps inside, looking around the room, before speaking. [b]Lad, I've been told you wear a pendant, somewhat matches the engraving on my trinket here, is this true?
Conner takes a seat next to D'Witt. His ears perk up at the mention of his name. he nods his head on the account of what has transpired. After Sir Gareth speaks of the frog, he brings its body out of his pack and places it on the table.
I am Conner Hawthorne, and this prisoner's name, Vacra Darkspawn, is not known to me. Could it have something to do with this frog? I would certainly entertain speaking with her.
Bringing out the remains, Sir Gareth and Conner realize the imprint on the toad's head indeed resembles the bruised mark on the tiefling's face last evening.
Sir Romidar acknowledges the remarks, stating Thank you both, this gives a little better understanding why she might wish to speak with you. As you can imagine, Asmodeans are still a worrisome subject in this area. We will have the girl brought up in a bit, but first would have a little more information about what has transpired to bring us here. Turning to D'witt, Does your account summarize how your group came upon Jaroo's deception, traced involvement to the mill, the reason for the attack on Y'dey, or how you discovered Meridosen's involvement?
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Sir Romidar nods at the return of the badge, mentioning, We still have that drink to share, someday soon I hope.
"I look forward to it. We earned it," d'Orionus replies appreciatively.
Xavorin takes his seat next to Conner,focused on what is being said.
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Carlson rises early and after a quick shave and wash helps Miss Amelia. "Thank you so kindly for trusting me last night mistress Amelia. If I am being completely honest, I was not as rapid in returning as a I could have been, and I would like to atone for bending my word. Name some task I may do for you in order to make amends."
Carlson takes a seat next to Sir Gareth. He offers his thanks to the council. "I am sorry for the sadness that has befallen this town. Thank you for clearing my name. I wish I could provide more iformation, but other than offering my aid last night against that horrid abomination and the cultists at the mill I have been unaware of the events transpiring here. I came here to meet with elder Jaroo to find out about Ragnek the Huge, though it seems that is no longer an option..." Carlson hangs his head for a moment "If there is any way I can help fight those monsters I will gladly do so."
He then seats himself quietly and listens, answering any other questions asked of him.
"Name some task I may do for you in order to make amends."
Amelia smiles slyly, Actually, I have my final exam coming soon with the Magister, after which I will be free to leave the Tower and start my life, on my own terms. I am looking for any unusual components of a mystical or magical nature. Should you come across something in your travels over the next few days, think of me. Bring me back something I can use to enhance my craft and impress him enough to grant me my freedom. Taking Carlson's hand in a gentle squeeze, That would more than pay for any slight your delay may have cost you, good sir.
"I came here to meet with elder Jaroo to find out about Ragnek the Huge, though it seems that is no longer an option..." Carlson hangs his head for a moment "If there is any way I can help fight those monsters I will gladly do so."
Sir Romidar glances at Kalizar before responding, receiving a nod from the Magister. Yes, Kalizar and I had heard of this inquiry from Jaroo, seemingly still the real Jaroo then. Bandits have been raiding the area for weeks now, always careful to stay outside our patrol area and never letting a soul survive their depredations. Trooper Elias' patrol confirmed reports last week from Fusil's rangers that a band matching Ragnek's made camp east of Blackforks. They've taken and expanded a multi-cave complex in a horseshoe rift just inside the forest proper, three days ride due west of Hommlet. The mayor chimes in, Could these cultist's have been working with such groups, scouting out Hommlet for a combined attack on our outlying homes and farmsteads?
Should the group offer up blank stares at the request for more information on your investigation and discoveries, the group looks to D'witt. We look forward to reading your summary good sir. For now, we will see what the prisoner has to say. Romidar walks over to the side board, picking up a small silver bell. He gives the handle two quick jerks, a sharp peal ringing out with each shake. A few moments later, the door to the meeting opens, and two troopers enter escorting the tiefling, cleaned and recovered somewhat from the previous nights actions. She still bears the bruising of her once broken jaw, now set by the clergy's actions. Behind them follows a burly half-orc, dressed in soot stained clothes under a heavy leather apron. Various metal tools are tucked in it's pockets, a pair of thick leather gloves folded around the man's corded belt. Sorry ta be late. Lost track at tha mill. He takes the empty seat next to Carlson, nodding nervously. The prisoner takes the seat opposite Sir Romidar. With a nod, the guards retreat, closing the door behind them.
Greetings Brother Smythe. We have asked you here today to represent the interests of Erastil on our council. Jaroo commended you always, and we understand he made you an alder of the church. As such, you are the highest ranking member of the faith, least you know of any other interested in the role. A round of welcomes and thanks follows, between the townsfolk and the half-orc.
As the commotion dies, Sir Romidar turns to the tiefling woman, sitting quietly at the other end of the table. I understand you are called Vacra, Vacra Darkspawn. We have called you here to answer for your involvement with the group concealed below the Mill, and for what actions you took in furthering their goals. Though you have not been formally charged, you are at this time guilty of association, and thereby partly responsible for crimes we can determine the group commited. Speak if you will, plead yourself to this assembly, if you would care to do so.
The woman smiles politely, small sharp fangs giving her a devilish appearance. Thank you noble sir. Were this Cheliax, I would think you a paralictor of high esteem. Looking over the group, Yes, I am Vacra Darkspawn, thirteenth great grand daughter of the Dark Prince. I am Chelaxian, honored investigator of House Thrune, former mistress of the Golden Erinyes, and at this time a member in good standing of the Pathfinder Society. Looking closely at each of the party members, she pauses her eyes upon Conner. You are Conner, yes. I am in debt to you for the kindness you showed Clyde, my faithful toad. I felt his passing even as my life ebbed. Name your price, and I shall seek to provide you just compensation.
Turning to D'witt, Does your account summarize how your group came upon Jaroo's deception, traced involvement to the mill, the reason for the attack on Y'dey, or how you discovered Meridosen's involvement?
D'witt nods. "I had a chance to speak with Angel, Conner, and Xavorin at the inn earlier, before Master Calmer came to see us here. I added their accounts to my own. And once Sir Gareth and the monk, Carlson, have a moment to spare I can added theirs. Then I just need to make a copy and have it delivered to you."
He falls quiet as the meeting proceeds and the smith and teifling woman are shown in. When the woman mentions that she is associated with the Pathfinders the gunslinger actually perks up. Sitting up a little straighter he tries to remember if he had heard her name before around the guild halls, or in any of the books.
"And the Ulfen man you were with, Grune, a friend? Traveling companion? Either way, I am sorry for your lose." He pauses for a moment then corrects himself, remembering the connection between familiars and their masters. "I mean loses."
Angel speaks up before the girl is brought in.. "While i was not there personally i can recount what i was told about the whole situation involving Jaroo and Glenna.. Our friend D'Witt here apparently had a hunch that something was up with Jaroo and decided to follow him after the arrest of Carlson.. He followed the druid to Glenna's place and upon entering was acosted by Glenna apparently.. After returning fire she fled, destroying the building in the process.. After a quick chase, in which we had caught up to, she escaped into the river. After questioning some local boys swimming there we decided to search the mill from the river.. I bought a few potions to help and we set off.. Shortly after we located a secret entrance to the place.. Not knowing at the time but opening it set off an alarm and i detected many evil presences inside.. We caught toad there that turned out to be some sort of familiar.. Fast forwarding a bit, us setting off that alarm surely put their plans into motion early and shortly after we were fighting an evil tree and mutiple people at them mill.. At the murder site we discoverd many sets of foorprints suggesting mutiple murderers, not just one.. With all this knowledge we concluded Carlson wasn't the killer and after speaking with him we were convinced he was poisoned the night of the murder.. COnfronting the waitresses at the Gundigoots confirmed this when Meridosen swore allegiance to the Destroyer and killed herself.. Im not sure if we have much of an answer as to why the priestess was killed.. Perhaps she would feel the presence of an evil ritual going on so they chose to kill her.."
"I would alos like to add that the potion shops owner seemed to be very nervous with me being there.. I didn't think anything at the time, but its possible they were involved somehow.." Looking towards Elmo.. "Sir your title is "of the Axe" yes? The man guarding the teifling was called Grune of the Axe.. Did you know this man?"
Sir Gareth blinks on Detect Evil when people start entering the room and continues to survey the room. He attempts to sense Vacra's motives.
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Conner leans over the table and addresses the Tiefling woman.
I need your honesty and full disclosure of your association with the cultists. More importantly, where did the Father Caller get to? That information will be payment enough.
D'witt regards Master Gundigoot before glancing down at the compass. "I do." The tiefling reaches into his shirt and pulls out a small plain metal pendant from within. The simple embossing on it slightly worn, but still clear and unmistakable. "A lot like the one over your doorway."
Gundigoot nods, Yes, though Hommlet is too small to merit a lodge, the Welcome Wench serves as the next best thing for those members that pass this way. I was a member myself, once, and I things I would discuss with you. Later. Turning to leave, he stops in the hallway turning slightly, but not facing D'witt, Check back with me when you have the time, I think we have much to share, Pathfinder. Secrets both on and off the page...
He falls quiet as the meeting proceeds and the smith and teifling woman are shown in. When the woman mentions that she is associated with the Pathfinders the gunslinger actually perks up. Sitting up a little straighter he tries to remember if he had heard her name before around the guild halls, or in any of the books.
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"And the Ulfen man you were with, Grune, a friend? Traveling companion? Either way, I am sorry for your loss." He pauses for a moment then corrects himself, remembering the connection between familiars and their masters. "I mean losses."
Vacra nods to D'witt, Manners in one of my own kind, she purrs, how deliciously uncommon good cousin. She smooths her dress with her battered hand, Thank you for the kind words, Clyde was a sweet and cherished friend. Grune, he was a hired hand of the cultists, but he befriended me in my hour of need. Saved my life though Taridan nearly cut him in two for it. They did not believe my familiar "escaped" into the tunnel in fright. Ultimately they would have to beaten me to death, fearing actually sacrificing one of the Dark Prince's line, at least before they were ready.
"I would also like to add that the potion shops owner seemed to be very nervous with me being there.. I didn't think anything at the time, but its possible they were involved somehow.." Looking towards Elmo.. "Sir your title is "of the Axe" yes? The man guarding the teifling was called Grune of the Axe.. Did you know this man?"
Captain Elmo glances to the others, then speaks. The potions shop is owned by Spugnoir, a long time resident of Hommlet. His daughter runs the shop, watched over by a cantankerous cuss of a dwarf. Any apprehension you felt has more to do with a concern we addressed last night, and hoped to discuss with your group. Spugnoir is late returning from one of his harvesting trips, more so than his usual lateness. He is a decent caster, usually well enough for the beasts round these parts. His absence in light of everything else has his family, and us, looking around slowly, shall we say, alarmed. As to my name, my great ancestors were of Ulfen decent, so I suppose we could be related somewhere back along the roots. I got the name "of the Axe" because I was always to heavy handed with a sword, and bent or broke more blades than the smithy would care to remember. An axe seemed to hold up better for me, so I took one up, holding up a large silver hued battleaxe. My family line was Aegenfrost, simplified down to just Frost as we came down from Brevoy.
I need your honesty and full disclosure of your association with the cultists. More importantly, where did the Father Caller get to? That information will be payment enough.
Vacra's eyes sparkle for a moment, as she feigns a swoon. Honesty and full disclosure. My, my, you ask a high price for not crushing an innocent toad swimming through a tunnel. Still, a deal is a deal, so consider our's struck.
She straightens up in her seat, then looks around the table. As I have said, I am Vacra Darkspawn, citizen of Cheliax and daughter of House Thrune. Pursuant to my duties, I was asked to undertake a mission involving a secretive band that has been searching, ransacking, and destroying ruins all across the Inner Sea. They are rumored to be in service to some dark cabal, a trinity of dark divinity. I have spent nearly a year "raiding" sites myself, broken off from the Society, a rogue element sought on suspicion of crimes against history. All to attract their notice, to get an introduction to their group.
Smiling smugly, That came a month ago, when I was introduced to Master Dunrat, likely the one you call "Father Caller." He was the leader of a cell sent to recover certain relics important to their quest, and to deal with, as he called them, "agencies most august," though he never expounded upon them. As to his whereabouts, I know he has agents currently "exploring" the ruins of Blackmire House, the moathouse outside of Hommlet. Other agents were to set up in the ruins above a place called the "Pit of Wakeful Dreamers." We were to visit there once done with Blackmire, before finally on to a place called the "Whispering Spire." I never made it to either place, your heroes having made an end to Dunrat's immediate plans.
She shifts uncomfortably in the chair, looking as if weighing a distasteful decision before continuing. I should say, it was finding out about his plans here that changed my mission. I broke with protocol, for Hommlet was once a vassal of His Dark Prince, and though it has turned from his exquisite order, Cheliax still favors it's wayward peoples. The cleric Dunrat and his b+$#@ Chenashi were charged with stealing the souls of Hommlet's elite, sealing them in crystalized gems by means of ancient scrolls granted by undisclosed masters. The gems were intended to fuel some cryptic device, a kind of weapon or tool perhaps. It was to be used to free their "Father Destroyer".
She looks regretfully at Sir Romidar. I did not find out about the murder plan until they set out to find Canoness Y'dey. Lord Asmodeus likes your Lady of Light, she will make an excellent dark mistress someday. To honor such, I tried to intervene. I snuck out to warn the Inn, they are supposedly friends to the Society there, but the arrival of a late caravan cut off my approach at the bridge. I made it back to the mill to find only to find the deed already done.
Vacra stops for a moment, coughing roughly, a bit of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. I discovered the druid Jaroo was chained in the mill sub-basement, a similar fate planned for him. Clyde and I tried to free him but the doppelganger Crowley arrived through the sunken tunnel while I was still breaking his bonds, catching us and exposing my duplicity. Looking to Conner, I had thought you were in pursuit, but you fled instead. I tried to influence your group via Clyde, hoping that even though the group killed me, you might stop them from killing him. It was not meant to be, croaks fallen upon deaf ears.
She looks back at the village elders, That same evening, Dunrat became furious about something, I know not what. He was interrupted by a bird during my "interrogation." He screamed someone had gone too far, and Hommlet would suffer. He ripped Jaroo's soul from his body, even as his orc-bastard swung to kill me. Grune stopped him, allowing me a brief moment to witness him crushing Jaroo's soul gem, partially fueling a dark scroll meant to unleash a "spawn of the destroyer." That it failed was evident, the scroll crumbling into fragments, not wholly consumed in the casting. After that I was out, as Taridan smashed my jaw with the butt of his axe, a gift from Dunrat.
Slumping in her seat, the pain evident on her face, her energy waning, That much is my story to you. I would ask that I be allowed to access what healing I may, I still have some means to me, and that I be permitted to leave Hommlet as soon as I am able. I must get word to my house of what has happened, and I doubt you have much need of a loyal daughter of your former liege-lords lounging about your dungeons.
Surprised by the tale she's hearing Angel just sets and listens intently.. Afterwards.. "Well thats horrible.. Sorry we didn't get the hint at first.. I sensed mutiple evil aura's at the mill, but we were not at full party strength so i thought it wise to regroup and return.. It seems we should go to thie Blackmire house an attempt to again foil the plans of these demons.. Afterwards perhaps we can catch up with the rest of them at one of these other two locations.. Is any of these place near the old fort? Or perhaps near the ruins over that way?"
Sir Gareth listens to Vacra's story and asks after Angel's answers, "What do you know of Chatrilon Unosh? And would you please describe Father Caller's powers and those of his henchmen."
Smiling sweetly, Vacra runs her hand across the table top. Yes sweet shining beauty, Dunrat placed his profane altar in the basement. I am sure it's foul aura foiled your abilities. It has passed as my Dark Prince feared, but we must move on. Due to Dunrat's paranoia, I do not know the location of these sites, except the Blackmire, it is well known to House Thrune. Only he, his faithful whore Chenashi, and another agent knew the locations. An overly confident rake, your same Chatrilon, was to drop off a wagon to the Blackmire, then take his prisoner on to the Pits' ruins. All I know of the Spire, is that it is a long journey from here. We were to meet up with a humanoid band in the area before heading there, both as escort as well as new recruits for the cult's burgeoning armies.
Looking to Sir Gareth, a flash of annoyance momentarily breaking through her coy facade. Yes certainly, and with that a complete breakdown of their arms, armaments and known weaknesses to all things mystic or mundane. I can give you what I know, perhaps what I suspect, but I was never a member of the cult, simply another hired hand. I never arrived at any point where I was worthy, as they said, of being enlightened to the "truth of this stolen world". I don't know of the others within the hierarchy. The other groups each traveled separately, their identities referred to by codenames or insulting descriptions.
Master Dunrat is an effete, pretentious man, so self assured and arrogant. He is a short man, with curly dirty blonde hair. He has a long sharp nose, like an imp's, and until this fire, a scraggly goatee. The man is a snob and a bastard, a priest of this "Father Destroyer" and a sorcerer to boot. Prefers to mess with people's minds, charms and complusions over force or destruction. It must be in his blood, some taint, as he always gave me this off, unnatural feeling. To tell the truth, it could explain that sneer to his mouth, like it was sloppy, ill formed, same as his hands, slightly different sizes. She stops a moment, once again overcome with sharp pangs of pain, blood again coming with her cough.
Her eyes clear, and she rolls her head, regaining composure. Dunrat's holy symbol, for what it's worth, was a triple jagged spiral. The lines form from the outer edges, coming together in the center, red and white jags upon a black ovoid rather than a circular disk. His lover was a whore of Lamashtu, the symbol a three eyed triangle, shot thru red, white, and black. Not the usual sign, to the best of my knowledge. I never met this Chatrilon until the day he showed up in Hommlet, with some fat blubbery merchant in tow. Dunrat was impressed with him, treated him with respect. That's the only person besides his woman Chenashi or his half blood son Taridan that he gave half a wit about. We were all expendable.
"Well it appears that Master Delts is not in cahoots, but a captive of Chatrilon.. Probably another sacrifice of some sort.. Captain Elmo, do you have knowledge of this Blackmire? I think we should pay it a visit post haste.. Master Kalizar, do you have any scrying abilities to help us locate these foul beasts?"
Well, our task seems pretty simple to me, but then again, I am a simple man. We breach this Blackmire and take out as many of the cultists as possible, but we focus on Dunrat, Chenasi and Chatrilon. As for finding the location of Blackmire, just get me close, Vacra, and I will sniff it out. As for the location of Dunrat, the trail is unlikely so cold that I cannot pick it up from the Mill.
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"I do not know if things are quite that simple. If Dunrat's lover was a follower of Lamashtu then a large portion of this cultist army could be monsters and abominations. This could be the connection to Ragnek that I have been seeking in my confusion. If he his leading his army of beasts at the behest of Lamashtu in the aid of the Destroyer Cultists this entire region could be in grave danger. With his band ensconced at Blackforks they are in easy striking distance of Hommlet at any point. If you will help me I will be glad to join your group in stopping Dunrat's planning."
Vacra nods to D'witt, Manners in one of my own kind, she purrs, how deliciously uncommon good cousin. She smooths her dress with her battered hand, Thank you for the kind words,......
"I was raised to be respectful, when it was called for." D'witt smiled politely and fell quiet to let her speak. As she began to tell her tale the tiefling opened his journal again, pulling pen and ink from his pouch with his tail.
D'witt quickly wrote as she recited her story, waiting until she finished to speak himself. "So that is why I can't remember hearing or reading anything about you for nearly a year. I suppose with the nature of your mission, you have been hard pressed to keep contact with a lodge. Not that they would let it be known"
He looks over at Sir Romidar. "Sir, it seems Miss Darkspawn needs further healing. Perpahs we can address further questions at a later time, or at the least offer her what help we can here." D'witt motions to Terjen, sitting beside the mayor.
Sir Gareth appreciates the information from Vacra but is experienced with Asmodeans who provide detail in other areas to compensate for not answering a question that they do not want to. It is not lying, just tedious, and works on many people. "Yes, thank you for the information. I'm a bit slow recovering from last night. Let's see if I have this right:
Dunrat aka Father Caller appears to be a priest of the "Father Destroyer."
His lover Chenashi was a priestess of Lamashtu. Did we see her at the Mill last night?
Chatrilon is a rake. Did we see him at the Mill last night?
Who was the crossbowman who could turn invisible last night?
Who was the knife-wielding small person, gnome or halfling, last night?"
He looks to his companions and asks, "Who else escaped last night that we need to know about?"
Indeed, you may be correct Master Hirshue. Terjen offers. However, Miss Darkspawn was taken at arms from the site of the cultist compound. The council and yourselves have not deliberated nor rendered a judgement on her involvement with that group. We should do so, before spending our limited resources at a time of peril to Hommlet.
Quite true, Deacon Terjen, though I admire Master Hirsue's compassion states Magister Kalizar. Lady Darkspawn is a guest of my tower, and a prisoner, though one not convicted, and so she should be treated well. Once this body, and yourselves, are finished with your questions and concerns of her, I will see she is returned to her quarters and her injuries further addressed. While she receives additional care, this body will be able to deliberate her case and reach a verdict. Perhaps further discussion of our actions and plans should be tabled until after we have dispensed with her testimony.
Chiming in, Elmo's deep voice adds, As to the others, you reported a single horse escaped the mill. This Dunrat made off with a halfling hireling. Even now my men track him, and it seems Miss Darkspawn spoke true, his tracks did lead towards the moathouse, Blackmire Manor as she calls it. It is known to a few in town, though in ruins after the actions taken to free it during the revolution. I doubt the miss would recognize it today.
Sir Gareth appreciates the information from Vacra but is experienced with Asmodeans who provide detail in other areas to compensate for not answering a question that they do not want to. It is not lying, just tedious, and works on many people. "Yes, thank you for the information. I'm just a little slow right now after our sumptuous lunch. Let's see if I have this right:
Dunrat aka Father Caller appears to be a priest of the "Father Destroyer."
Correct, though she admits she is not sure who that is supposed to be. She described the spiral holy symbol.
His lover Chenashi was a priestess of Lamashtu. Did we see her at the Mill last night?
Briefly, she died in the fire attempting to escape the mill. Her remains and belongings, as well as those of the others are at the Church.
Chatrilon is a rake. Did we see him at the Mill last night?
No, he left town early yesterday morning, with a wagon to deliver to the moathouse, aka Blackmire, and then was taking his prisoner to the "Pits," according to what Vacra overheard.
Who was the crossbowman who could turn invisible last night?
Vacra appears at a loss about any invisible crossbowman. None of the people at the mill were ranged combatants, except perhaps the halfling barbarian that had joined that afternoon from the Inn. Meridosen recruited them for 30 gold a head to provide protection for 3 days. Perhaps he was hired from here in Hommlet as well.
Who was the knife-wielding small person, gnome or halfling, last night?"
Meridosen hired a gnome spellcaster and a halfling barbarian from the Inn, travelers willing to work for gold, no questions asked. Not cultists, just greedy dead men. Same with the tall man, the monk, and the Garundi fighter. Vacra does not know their names, and she did not see them again after she was captured and beaten.
He looks to his companions and asks, "Who else escaped last night that we need to know about?"
I leave that one for the party, to discuss as they choose.
"Don't forget about the ivisible bowman as well.. And wasn't there a very large person that escaped as well?"
Both invisible men were human, and Vacra appears to Sir Gareth to be mentally cataloging and filing away everything discussed at the table in her presence, despite her injuries. Perhaps it is a pathfinder trait, as you watch D'witt noting and scribbling in his journal in a similar fashion.
The large human did not escape, he was an "enlarged" fighter, who died at the edge of the street. He was the slow witted man from the dining hall, the one being lead by the conniving monk.
The only people that escaped the mill were Dunrat, the halfling barbarian knife-thrower, and the two invisible men that Vacra did not know about. She had no knowledge of the ambush, having been a prisoner when it was planned. It was while the group was fighting the fleeing cultists, that Grune tried to rescue her. Their prior wounds, and the subsequent fire, nearly finished them both. She only survived due to the same resistance that D'witt possesses.
The crossbowman was a gray skinned rat-like man with long straight brown hair, a patchy bristled beard and beady inset eyes.
The bowman was a large and long haired man, two brown braids trailing down each side of his head, framing his fully bearded ruddy face, centered by a golden nose ring.
"So 4 men total escaped from the mill, 2 invisible snipers, Father Caller/Dunrat, and a halfling that throws knives.. And apprently the church has the body of Dunrat's lover, Chenash.. We should inspect her things further i think.. Additionally we should form a party and get out to Blackmire Manor and pursue these fiends.. Hopefully Master Delts is still alive.."
"Is there any more information that we need from Mistress Vacra? Because I'm sure that she has received more than enough information from us." Sir Gareth says with a polite smile.
"The two that turned invisible I suspect may have just been hired goons." D'witt adds off-handedly. "They must have fled after disappearing. I use magic to give myself sight of things invisible before Father Caller, or rather Dunrat, could flee and they were nowhere to be seen."
Looking across at Sir Gareth, then back at Magister Kalizar. "I would hope this council would consider contacting her venture captain. He, or she, may be able to shed some light on this matter if you have doubts."
Vacra nods to D'witt, Indeed, I do have means of submitting my reports, though of late that has become more difficult. May I? Vacra stands, and raises her leg to brace it upon the chair, her pale alabaster skin showing as the slit in her dress shows more and more of her bare leg, nearly to her waist. She runs her fingers lightly along the inner thigh, before stopping, and digging into her skin, pulling back a section and reaching into her leg. Or at least it appears that way, a flap of skin changing in color and texture to appear to be a tooled leather pouch secured around her leg. No peeking she says, eyeing Conner and D'witt, making Xavorin blush. She pulls out a dark ovoid stone the color of volcanic glass, smooth on one side, concave on the other. She sets the stone upon the table, then strokes her thigh, smoothing the pouch down until it again resembles her leg, and retakes her seat.
She smiles cooly at the group. I find it best to keep my personal gear close, in case I need it. Most guards tend to be gentlemen, becoming embarassed or aroused searching that closely, easily distracted. Do not blame your men for missing it. Kalizar smiles back, a knowing glance to Sir Romidar. Don't worry yourself dear, we don't. We found the pouch last night while you were out. I am magister after all. We thought we would simply keep an eye on you, see just how truthful you would be. We have had dealings with the Society, and Cheliax, before you know. With a gesture the stone slids down the table to Kalizar. A gazing glass perhaps, or a seeing stone. Am I correct?
Vacra's annoyance flashes momentarily, realizing she's been played, but it quickly passes. Yes, a gazing glass. I write my report, then run the glass over the page. When done, I speak the words to activate the stone. My page burns and the companion glass is ready to transcribe my report on a new page. Very clever you are, Magister Kalizar. It was a shame you saw fit to leave the Empire. Cheliax would benefit greatly from your return.
Perhaps in another life, anything is possible. For now, I assume anyone that wished to has asked of you what they will, so I think it best now to give you your rest, and see to your injuries. The bell chimes again, bringing the guards. Take Mistress Darkspawn back to her cell, and see to it Amelia brings her a draught or two for her injuries. We wish her to be comfortable. We'll be speaking again soon I am sure. Thank you Vacra, you have been most pleasant company.
Kalizar smiles as his last barb again finds home. The guards escort the prisoner from the room, after which Sir Romidar addresses everyone. Let us take a moment, enjoy some refreshment, and discuss informaly what we know, what we want to do, before we reconvene and formally address the matters on the table. Come please, help yourselves, you must still have some appetite after your exertions yesterday. The table is spread long with a variety of meats, breads, cheeses, fruit, vegetables, and sauces. Two pitchers hold wine, a third water, and a small cask holds a blend of local ale.
As Carlson moves to take a plate, the half-orc smith comes up beside him. You are a member of the faith, and an acolyte am I correct? Would you do the congregation an honor, would you assist in the service for Jaroo, Jenni, and Yundi? My words are coarse, my knowledge of the parables weak. I may be able to lead worship for a time until a new priest is appointed, but I cannot do this. It would be appreciated by everyone, I am sure.
Terjen stands next to Angel, awaiting his turn. So, tell me more of your husband. What was it he and his fellows were seeking from the ruins? Why did they risk so much, in places well cursed by the gods?
Kalizar stops Xavorin a moment, as he moves to the buffet, You are quiet, young elf. Perhaps this life is not suited to you. There is place here in my tower, if you seek to perfect your craft. It is not cowardice to accept we can't all be dragons, and must live with the herd instead.
Sir Romidar stops Sir Gareth, allowing the others to take to the line first. We have already sent word to Almas and Augustana regarding Miss Darkspawn, though it may take a few days. We have also requested additional support for the garrison and the Church. Until then, you and your group may be our best chance of blunting this group. We hope you will consider aiding us further.
D'witt feels a tap on his shoulder, turning to find Calmer behind him.I did not get the chance before to ask young sir, and I mean you no disrespect, it is merely my own curiosity. What are your origins, how did you come to end up here in Hommlet? The priest does not seem hostile, but then D'witt has seen many nervous over his ancestry before.
The lady mayor comes over to Conner, the two near the back of the line. It is good you've come to Hommlet. We've lost many good men over the years to bandits, monsters, and other roving misfortunes. It's good to have a handy, capable bowman leading Hommlet's defense once more. You honor us.
Sir Romidar stops Sir Gareth, allowing the others to take to the line first. We have already sent word to Almas and Augustana regarding Miss Darkspawn, though it may take a few days. We have also requested additional support for the garrison and the Church. Until then, you and your group may be our best chance of blunting this group. We hope you will consider aiding us further.
Good to both actions, but which church? You have representatives from three here. Sir Gareth replies wondering if Romidar could be aware of his internal Light of the Sword.
After the answer to his question, d'Orionus leans closer and conspiratorially continues. We dare call them 'my group.' We are most fortunate that my caravan traveled with such skilled individuals. I've promised your reward of the justicar to them for their services and expenses.
Then back to his normal voice, well, you certainly have my services as long as I and my steed are welcome guests of this tower and inn's stables, respectively of course. He smiles at his little joke. It was fortunate that some Taldan nobles believed my presence here would be worthwhile. Today, we should settle accounts with Master Shylocke, so our caravan is not delayed any further. I'm sure he would welcome any investigation into the disappearance of his friend Master Delts by that rake Chatrilon Unosh. And you? When would you want to share that drink?
There will be time to share that drink once we have this Father Dunrat hoisted upon the Sword of Justice, or Horns of the Stag, as the case may be. The garrison at Steyr may spare a priest of Iomedae for the Church, and I imagine the druids of the Verduran will send someone to replace Jaroo when they see the is time right. Until then, we will survive with Calmer and Brother Smythe. Of course Terjen has also agreed to extend his stay a little while longer. He has no following here it seems, but he has shared much with us, and the people have taken to him, if not his goddess. Setting down his drink, and speaking so the others may hear, Master Shylocke has agreed to stay on in Hommlet another week, to heal his own hurts and for his men to make some coin, assisting in our rebuilding of the mill. This will put him in town for the market day, and I think he hopes to make up his losses then, as outlying farms come to town for the faire.
Conner nods graciously to the Mayor, slightly blushing.
It is my pleasure to serve where needed. My skills are for the benefit of those who need them.
He cannot help but overhear Sir Gareth.
Sir Gareth, I need not return to Master Shylocke. I tended to my separation from the caravan earlier.
Good, Conner. I've yet to see Master Shylocke since arriving in town myself.
Then to include the Lady Mayor, What was the last unfortunate event in Hommlet? Maybe something has building for awhile.
"My sword is here for as long as there is immediate danger.. I wish to continue the search for my husband as soon as possible, but i will not turn my head to atrocities.. We will see them repent or be put to the sword.."
Looking to Tergen.. "The Watcher Lord of Lastwall thought it necessary to research these ruins.. I do not know why he thought it necessary, but it is not my place to question his decisions.. My husband volunteered for this duty while i was away fighting on The Horde Line.. It is considered a great honor to accompany knights on a quest set forth by his supremeness.. Geirheart was more experienced than I and the group he set out with were professional soldiers.. Wherever they were headed would surely be dangerous.. It matters not to me though for I shall find him regardless.."
D'witt feels a tap on his shoulder, turning to find Calmer behind him.I did not get the chance before to ask young sir, and I mean you no disrespect, it is merely my own curiosity. What are your origins, how did you come to end up here in Hommlet? The priest does not seem hostile, but then D'witt has seen many nervous over his ancestry before.
D'witt offered the man a smile. "My origin is many years ago in the city of Alkenstar. My mother has an apothecary there. But, my job as a courier with the Society has kept me traveling abroad ever since I left home. I was just passing through Hommlet on my way back to find new work."
He looks over at Sir Romidar as he lets everyone know that Master Shylocke had decided to stay in town to make up some of his loses.
Turning back to Calmer his smile fades some. "After what happened here I couldn't bring myself to leave without making sure the town's safety was ensured. I hope you don't mind. I'll try not to blow anything up." He managed a chuckle as he attempted ease the cleric's concerns.
Conversations continue as the meeting attendents take there platters and drinks back to the table, a little more relaxed.
The mayor turns to Sir Gareth. Two years ago, my husband, a great archer like I imagine Master Hawthorne here, and a few other men went out to hunt down a vicious pack of wolves that had been attacking and killing farmers and livestock across the region. The men tracked the wolves back and forth through the Verduran, ultimately cornering them in a swampy bog near the Blackmire. During the battle, it turned out some of the wolves were more than mere wolves, worgs or some such. My husband and two other men were lost, taking the last great wolf with them. Only Captain Elmo and my father returned safely. They had buried our men out in the bog, their bodies too badly ravaged by those accursed hounds to bring back home. She wipes at the corner of her eye, Every season or so since, we hear reports about a great grey wolf, the ghost of that leader my husband killed, skulking about Hommlet. Elmo pauses, stooping down to adjust his boot, seeming not to hear the discussion. Mere stories I know, there have been no further attacks, but it always dregs up those old wounds again. My father would always say, Now, now, child, that wolf's just trying to get back the paw your Justin took from it.
Terjen listens with interest to Angel's tale, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. [b]Then there is still hope for your quest. Maybe your Geirheart and his group found something of import amongst the ruins of the old temple and it led them onwards to somewhere else, something even greater. Maybe his messages to you were lost along the Crusader's Road. Many men start that great pilgrimage yet fail to reach the journey's end, waylaid by the foibles of a man's heart, body or mind.
Calmer looks momentarily shocked at D'witt, not catching the jest at first. Then, Ahh, I see, you jest regarding your, what is it, science, and the "natural" mechanics of Alkenstar. Do your engineers and alchemers truly seek to create across the Mana Wastes with draughts and steel what magic has lost the force to restore? A civilization without magic, as if any such could or should exist. Or is it maybe, like a bunch of blight dipped and twice drunk gnomes, do you folk just like to blow things up? Hmmm, smiling, attempting his own jab in return.