D'witt gives the cleric a friendly smirk. "If you had seen our fights you would know I do have a tendency towards bright flashes of loud noise." He pats the pistol on his hip. "And I think those back home are fairing well enough without relying everyday magic. Not that it doesn't have it's place in the world. I, myself, didn't learn of my own knack for it until I left home to travel."
"I do have some skill in engineering as well. I was going to offer what help I could with rebuilding the mill after the meeting. Hopefully no one will object to my help, the townsfolk I've met so far have been very friendly." He added with a smile.
"I personally think we should head out to the Blackmire House post haste.. There's a good chance that whatever plans the fiends had will be sped up now.. We should try to hem them off before they move to the next site.."
I agree completely with Angel.
Sir Gareth looks around the locals and asks, "so what do you know of this Blackmire?"
Feeling the meeting slipping back into formality, Sir Romidar sets his plate down, untouched, and returns to the table.
Blackmire Manor was a fortified moathouse, standing upon the edge of a swampy region of the Southern Verduran, about half a day's ride from here. It was built just prior to the rise of House Thrune, atop the ruins of an even older fort. No one has ever found out why the original fort was built. The area has never been of strategic importance, except perhaps during the time of the Temple of Elder Evils. Blackmire Manor was fought over heavily by House Thrune and a rival House of Westcrown, standing only two years before a cold, malicious evil seemed to take the place. Most of the men stationed there went mad, fleeing wildly into the swamp or turning on one another. Ever since, the place has been avoided, shunned as cursed. Forces of Lamashtu tried to hold the place during the rise of the Elder Evils, but they too fell prey to the curse. Goblinoid troops bickered amongst themselves and gave in to age old hates, fighting each other as troops loyal to goodness stormed the walls, putting it to the torch. Since then it has sat, slowly sinking back into the mire upon which it was raised.
Magister Kalizar adds, Should you seek to go there, you could possibly make all haste and reach it just after nightfall, though I can't say that'd be the right course. We would see you assist Hommlet against this cult, not throw yourselves away heedlessly. The choice however, remains yours.
The mayor pulls her seat forward, resting her arms upon the table. We had hoped to offer you a place here amongst us for a time. The Gundigoot's have agreed to provide room and board, Magister Kalizar opening his Tower as well, while Sir Romidar and Captain Elmo make what resources of the militia we can spare available to aid you. What we would ask is you look to these threats, determine how dangerous they are, and help us eliminate them. We cannot offer much, but we are not without means. One such prize is something dear to Hommlet, yet I think, proper to offer. Brother Smythe, would you be so kind as to present the offer?, gesturing to the side cabinet.
The tall half orc gets up, slightly clumsily, unused to the comforts of the tower, and moves to the cabinet. He opens the door, taking forth an object shrouded in a red and gold cloth. Moving back to the table, he stands near the end, gently setting the object down near Carlson. Yes, well uhhmm, this artifact has been in attendance with Hommlet since it's beginning, worn by the first druid to guard the Grove. It is sacred to our faith, and dedicated to our Wise Father. We would hope, in the defense of Hommlet, you would wear this Stag Helm, whipping off the covering to expose the silver and stag horn helm you had seen in the grove the night before, in service to Erastil, and for the honor and vengeance of those we've lost to this cult.
Xavorin leans over to Kalizar, whispering, Thank you sir, for your generous offer. I will need to give it much thought. Perhaps this life may not be what I had imagined it to be, or myself not fully ready to embrace it. I care for these others, but I am unsure if I fit well with them. I have much to decide.
Sir Gareth refills his half-eaten plate during the counselors new statements and returns to his seat. After the introduction of the stag helm, d'Orionus addresses the council, By preparing a gift, you seem to have some plan in mind. Maybe it would be better if you would tell us more about what is going on here in Hommlet and suggest where you think our services would be best specifically applied? He continues to work on his lunch ready to listen.
"What does the helm do? Regardless as the only one of our group faithful to Erastil, I think Carlson should wear it.."
"I figured the best way to help keep Hommlet safe would be to track these fiends and destroy them.. If you think we could serve better than i'm all ears.."
The half orc comments on the helm, The helm is blessed by Erastil, and aids the friendly or faithful in the hunt. It sharpens their senses, and in times of need, calls upon Ol' Deadeye's own sight, making shots count when they're truly needed. He sits back down, looking to Angel and Sir Gareth, It may not be much, and may not cast down balls of fire or such, but it would mean much to the people if you folk were to use it when you bring Dunrat to heel for what he did to our faithful. The fake Jaroo stole much of the wealth of the Grove it seems, though we did recover this and his Staff of Office, which we hope to give to our next druid, to re-consecrate the Grove and begin it's and our healing.
Calmer chimes in, Y'dey herself carried something similar, a token of her faith in Iomedae, a shining gauntlet meant for the faithful of Our Lady of Light.
Sir Romidar looks to Angel and Conner, As to your plans, we would but offer advice, and urge head over heart, knowledge over passion. We do not recommend letting the cult escape, nor to forego your desire to rescue your friend, but we'd advise against running off into a swamp at dusk. You may have skills and talent, but adding nature to your list of adversaries seems reckless. Our patrol should be near the Blackmire now. They are to scout the area and report back this evening. You could leave before first light if you desire, and be upon the hall before midday. The Magister even has a plan, suspecting your desire for haste. I think it reckless, so I imagine you'll probably like it.
Kalizar coughs and gives Sir Romidar a dark look, then turns to the group. Yes, well, what I have is not a plan so much as a scroll, one left from a former Magister, one to create a mystical flying chariot. It should be strong enough to transport your group quickly to the outskirts of the moathouse. I asked the patrol to place a beckon near the ruins, a sun reflector, in an open space off the trail to the ruins, you should be able to spot it from the air. From there you should be able to approach the ruins on foot, without alerting them to your arrival. If my notes are correct, it should last most of the day, enough to get you there and back, or perhaps all the way to the ruined temple if you'd prefer. Looking to Carlson, It would last as long if you'd prefer to use it to go after the army forming at Blackforks.
Captain Elmo thumps his mug to the table, adding We want I think what you all wish, to find out why this group targeted Hommlet for these attacks. Yes, we have been targeted before, but we understood the reasons then. This group, we know too little about them. With all that has happened, and in getting knocked on our proverbial butts so to speak, we need to get our feet under us. We recovered what equipment we could from the fallen, but we have not yet had the time to give it a look. Duty calls first and foremost. Our people need to see us doing what they want of us, our jobs, but not what we want to be doing, which is exactly what we want you to do, get revenge, justice, retribution, what ever you prefer to call it. They killed our own. We want them to pay for that. We need you to collect the bill, as we are bound by oath here, with the people who trusted us to lead and protect them.
Terjen takes a cool, steady grip of the table. Elmo, the Dawnflower knows full well the need for vengeance and justice when there is no other course. This Dunrat I agree has shown no desire for repentance, so deserves what may come. The others with him may yet see the light. Then, looking around the room, But likewise does the Everlight know the need for patience and forethought. It would be unwise to rush to judgement, to hurry to inflict penalty and exact due recourse, without a fuller understanding of the crimes desired, not simply committed. Would it be too much to wait out the evening, inspecting the information gathered from the mill, and seeking Dunrat with the dawn, and the blessings of temperance?
What we offer is to make you our champions, acting on the authority and intent of the village, in bringing to justice those who plot to destroy our hearts and homes, the mayor adds. For nearly two hundred years, Hommlet has rested here, a way station to other points, yet time and again it seems we face others who try to take from us all we hold dear. Each time we have banded together, have taken back what is ours. We suffer losses, we mourn, and we grow ever stronger, each and every time. Will you help us, as part of us, or will you act as you see fit? We will respect your choice, whatever you decide. We will not stop you, will not withdraw our hand from friendship, will not turn from you. Hommlet will face this threat, and Hommlet will live or die as one people. This cult took my father's life, but his fire burns in me, and in the heart of every man, woman, and child of our fair hamlet. This we have all vowed.
Xavorin looks at the mayor.
"I agree with my friends the we should go in the direction of Blackmire but is there anywhere else that may be of interest to us?"
"Also I think I speak for the group when I say the we would be honored to help the people of this town and stand up to this threat as one."
"Not being from this area I will take yalls advice and wait till the morning.. Unless you mean we use this chariot thing today.. Either way is fine by me.. As far as standing with you and your town, I think we all here are agreed that needs to be done.."
Well, I would support leaving at first light tomorrow. With magical transportation to Blackmire, we should achieve some measure of surprise. I think today in Hommlet investigating the remains, meeting the townsfolk, enjoying another excellent meal, and having a good night's rest would be a good investment of time. Sir Gareth says between bites.
I concur.
"I'm with Sir Gareth on this one I would also like to leave tomorrow."
Sir Romidar nods, believing the group to be in agreement. Very well, we will see to it you are all gathered predawn for the trip. I'll make sure Miss Amelia gets the old codger out of bed to cast this scroll on time. Kalizar harrumphs, but it is half hearted and light.
But now on to serious matters. We need to know first, what do you think we should do regarding Vacra Darkspawn? You investigated this cult, you were on hand for the battle, you had dealings with her, or at least her toad. How would you rather we deal with her situation? We have our thoughts, and will vote once you are released from this body, but we would have your input. Sir Romidar and the others look to you all, wondering where you stand.
Her story sounds legit enough to me and i can find no evil intent in her.. Now i realize there are magics that will hide lies and evil aura's, I personally do not think she has been deceptive.. Perhaps you should use truth magics to verify her story.. Regardless she certainly has provided us with much information that we did not have before.."
She was indeed cooperative, but I cannot comment as to the truth of her undercover work. I will defer to Angel in that regard, and assuming she has been honest, I do not see any reason to detain her. However, if this Body would be kind enough to keep her occupied for a day, or so, in the event she is lying. That way she cannot give away our plans. Also, having her followed for a bit may not be a bad idea.
"Something just occured to me.. What if the burned womans body is actually Vacra and what you have in your dungeon is the chellish woman and Dunrat's mistress, Chenashi.. Is it possible threw torture of the real Vacra they fiends learned all of what was just said and she's using this information to try and escape? Is it possible the story of Grune was fabricated as well and he was just overwhelmed by the fire?
If you think about it, the information she gave us was unknown.. But was it really anything of importance besides some names, most of which are dead now? While I'm probably just being over suspcious, the last few days have taught me that not everything is as it seems and one should question everything.. On second thought I would deffintely adminster truth magics, or thought detection on her before you let her leave.." She seems to be deep thought, pondering their present dilemma..
Angel's instincts have been much more accurate than mine. Considering all of the subterfuge of these villains in Hommlet, it would probably be worthwhile to hold her for a while. Potentially, contact her venture-captain with the situation and ask for a piece of information that only she would know to confirm her identity.
Excellent suggestion, I concur.
We searched Miss Darkspawn closely, both physically and magically, to determine any dangers she might present, which we did not find states Sir Romidar. Furthermore, we do intend to speak with those contacts we have in the Society that we trust, not just her own Captain or sponsor. As to such other actions to take against her, can you truly harbor such violations of her person, her rights, when by your own admission, her tale of trying to aid you, the tale of her toad seemed to fit with your own narrative? D'witt has indicated the real Vacra was a tiefling, and the body recovered human, burnt, but human. We will take your advice and impressions under consideration, as well as the framing in which you have placed them. Thank you.
The mayor speaks up, bridging the gap to the next topic of interest to the Council. Regarding your suspicions, is there anyone else that your investigation uncovered that you feel bears further scrutiny or investigation? Do you feel the bulk of this group's agents have been uncovered, or were there others you have yet to vet fully clear of charges you may wish to levy? Once you have left for the Blackmire, are there any we need survey closer?
Sir Gareth finishes his plate. "My instincts and suspicions have done enough damage to Hommlet, specifically the Gundigoot's. I will be more circumspect with them until I have more evidence."
"I can think of no other offhand.. The potion vendor seemed a bit off, but like you said she was probably just worried about her father not returning.."
"Do you two think that we can get any more information from miss Darkspawn?
At the mention of the Gundigoot's and the young Miss Red, Spugnoir's daughter, Sir Romidar stiffens slightly, standing firm and giving the assembly an authoritative gaze. The other council members pull back slightly, seemingly expecting yet dreading this turn. May I ask, else amongst this council do you likewise suspect. Who amongst us here now are also under suspicion?
"As I said, I'm keeping my own counsel until I have more evidence." Sir Gareth politely replies without changing his posture.
Drop it, Romidar. Or I'm going to give you a piece of my mind. First, you don't tell me YOUR suspicions before everything starts, in order not to cloud my judgment. Then, when we need to report to your bloody council and make some decisions, you run away into some pocket dimension letting us defend your bloody little town without you. Now, you want our advice before dismissing us to have your private discussion and decisions. I've had enough of this one-sided bloody behavior! His thoughts scream in his head, but his smile and calm demeanor is unwavering.
"Although it would not surprise me, I have substantial proof that anyone here was directly involved with what has happened here.. The sheer number of evildoers in town without being discovered would almost preclude to the fact that someone higher up in town would have been helping them remain unseen.. Again I have no evidence, just makes sense to me.."
Conner returns to the Inn after a day roaming around the town. He approaches the other party members present there. You notice immediately that he wears the helm that was given to Carlson, and his quivers are full.
Well, that was certainly a pleasant day, but that level of idleness is not to my liking. Do we have a plan for tomorrow.?
"I know we are waking up early,around dawn I believe,where we are going that I do not remember."
Angel sends a prayer to Sarenrae before bed, asking for her strength on the marrow.. She will need it..
You are awakened early on the morning of Fireday, 24 Desnus, 4713 AR. A trooper from the garrison alerted the staff of the Welcome Wench to prepare you a short meal meant for travel, and awaken you once it was packed.
As you gather your gear and get ready, you ponder the changes of a few days. The original purpose for coming to Hommlet, the caravan of Master Shylocke, has changed it's planned departure, staying until the first day of Sarenith, barely one week away. They will participate in the coming Goblin Flea Market, then head out the following day. With luck, they will be outside Steyr on Independence Day.
You shoulder your packs and make your way to the field outside Magister Kalizar's tower. He and a few other town officials are in attendance, gathered to see you off. Kalizar, the mayoress, Brother Smythe and Sir Romidar wave at your approach, a few troopers nearby, watching nervously. A bright shining chariot stands off nearby, harnessed to four large white winged horses. It appears the chariot can hold six passengers and a driver, that is if it's slightly translucent nature holds firmly and solid.
Speaking barely loud enough for you all to hear, Kalizar warns This chariot shall last from now til shortly after sunset. You will need to find a safe place to land, but should have no fear for it or it's team. They are well protected magical constructs and only the most foul beast would dare try to harm it or them.
Sir Romidar steps up, If you have any words you wish spoken, do so now. We hear all know the dangers that the open road may offer, time is often the first thing lost, and the hardest to ever recover. We wish you well and eagerly await your return.
Your journey by air takes much less time than it would have by land, and you soar over the treetops far easier than it would have been to follow the twisting path often lost to the foliage grown over the rutted roadway. The sun has risen in the eastern sky, the day approaching roughly 9 AM as you spy the clearing of the Blackmire.
You have spotted two likely places to set down near enough to the place yet offering a bit of safety. There is an opening in the swamp's canopy that you can dip into it and settle onto the roadway about a mile back, or a largish hill rises from the mire just off from the Blackmire some 300 yards or so distant. Approaching low the hillock will shield you from view, and a good driver may well pull you up for a decent landing before clearing the edge of view.
Then of course there is always the option of scouting the area from the air, approaching closer to the structure and giving it a good look before you decide. Your safe cursory glances have born out the description given by the townsfolk.
A rough walled structure with a single partial tower, an open air courtyard, curtain walls, a drawbridge in disrepair, and a main structure whose upper levels have been destroyed by fire and time. The north and eastern edges are formed by the two wings of the manor house. The south and western walls form the other sides of this mostly square structure. The tower rises from the corner formed by the two curtain walls. The drawbridge pierces the southern wall near the tower. The main entrance to the manor appears to gape wide at the corner opposite the broken tower.
Angel takes the bow with a smile.. "Thank you very much good sir.." Turning to Sir Romidar.. "I appreciate the loan Sir Romidar. I will try my best to return it to you safely.."
Stepping up to the chariot she will offer the reins to Sir Gareth.. "I think your the best with these.."
As they ride.. "I vote we land on the hill.. I like higher ground to retreat too if something goes wrong.."
I agree that the hill would be best.
"Thank you Sir Romidar. We will do our best. And your trader is probably correct, I saw it flying the night before arriving in Hommlet."
"Thank you Master Kalizar." After Master Kalizar explains how the chariot works, we decide on who is the best driver.
"Yes, the hill. And we need to land as soon as possible to avoid the black dragon," d'Orionus offers.
"A black dragon? Great.. Well lets get moving"
With three votes to land on the hillside, then I will assume the decision carries and that is the course you wish to take.
Sir Romidar, when you are ready, please give me a Handle Animal check to safely steer the course and land the chariot.
Xavorin nods in agreement for landing on the hill.
"But before we go I have some information that I have received from a friend."
Xavorin looks at the group and tells them that there is a dark lord trying to get rid of the cult and as made plans to do so.
Angel listens to Xavorin.. "A dark lord huh.. Well this just keeps getting better and better.. Well at least their after the same foe as us.."
"My thoughts exectly ,but I did receive a warning from my source to stay out of the way so I am to sure what is being planed. Hopefully we can team up with some of them and help em out."
"I dunno about teaming up with some dark lords flunkies, but if he has people fighting the people we're fighting than be all means.."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, someone said," d'Orionus offers.
With Conner at the reins, the chariot touches down roughly, the spectral blades on the wheels clipping a few limbs from high rising pines that jutted into the path.
You have settled onto the far side of the hillock, out of site of the Blackmire. It will take about a half an hour's travel to safely navigate the boggy marsh to reach the roadway that leads to the ruins.
A Survival roll please to make your way safely to the roadway.
Survival check