Eberron: Shadows of the Last War (Inactive)

Game Master EltonJ

"I will be present at the tavern." Not 2 B nods his head to his companions and goes to bother the constabulary.

"Hello. Might I look over the deceased assailant?"

The sergeant says to Not 2 B, "Sure, you can take a look at the Warforged assailant. Though I would like to understand why."

"We all fought. Maybe I will recognize this one, or marks of who they fought with. It is worth a look at least."

"We all fought. Maybe I will recognize this one, or marks of who they fought with. It is worth a look at least."

They lead you into the Watch's city morgue. There, on the table lies the inert warforged. Though it has a gash in the middle and it was decapitated. Working the morgue is a halfling with the mark of Healing. She is in a white coat with rubber gloves. A Jorasco scion.

"Yes, can I help you?" the Jorasco scion says. "This is the watch's morgue. Is there something I can help you with?"

[B]"A morgue for a created, we are coming up in the world. My name is Not 2 B, I was one of those accosted by this person. I was hoping I might see if this one kept markings I might recognize.... and also to pay respects to one of my own. To survive the war and yet to lay ones life down against all odds... it makes very little sense."

Not 2 B stared at the body as he spoke, his eyes looking for some semblance of meaning in the lifeless mess.

Mira considered going back to the tavern immediately, but being idle for a long period did not sit well with her. However, there was the weather to consider, as well as the chance that there could be more individuals watching. After all, they were located by a house Cannith member remarkably fast. Wandering around before understanding what had been stumbled into was not a good idea.

Unfortunately, it seemed like the inn was the best option at present, so she headed that way.

[B]"A morgue for a created, we are coming up in the world. My name is Not 2 B, I was one of those accosted by this person. I was hoping I might see if this one kept markings I might recognize.... and also to pay respects to one of my own. To survive the war and yet to lay ones life down against all odds... it makes very little sense."

Not 2 B stared at the body as he spoke, his eyes looking for some semblance of meaning in the lifeless mess.

The warforged Not 2 B looked at had a major gash through it's chest and it was summarily decapitated. The head looked like Not 2 B's, except that it had a different sign on it's forehead. The sign was that of a dark triangle and a sun sign over it. Every warforged's sign was different, and they are the mark of a true individual.

Anything else about the body marked it as a true warforged. Still it could have been created during the war.

Mane examines the body, these warforged are of little use to me. . . could they even be raised as undead? Nevertheless, best to learn anatomy whenever possible. . .

Mane examines the body, these warforged are of little use to me. . . could they even be raised as undead? Nevertheless, best to learn anatomy whenever possible. . .

You can make a knowledge check to glean more information from the body. Goes for you as well, Not 2 B.

Alexio heads for the Broken Anvil. He figures a good drink and some warm food would be a nice change. If they have available rooms, great, he will get him one and be on hand for the morning. Otherwise, he will search nearby for an inn or other accommodations. "Any of you guys staying at the Broken Anvil already?"

"Sorry, no. I only recently came into town, so I haven't had chance to acquire lodgings. But I'm sure there's rooms available."

Hal smiles as they approach the tavern, the sounds and smells a welcome change from the rain outside.

The inn is warm and inviting. With several elves performing that night, and they all looked like elves from House Pharlian. Not to be undaunted, there is a selection of wines, beers, lagers, and draughts available. Plus there are some rooms free at the regular price for a stay.

Shaking the oilcloak to get the water off (and see how well it worked, "great deal" or not), Mira's hair was bound tight with a thong, the length of which was woven into the short braid that was tied off with the same. There was no sense of uniformity to her leather, the vest a different shade than the boots, though the boots appeared to be well-made. Her attire was that of a common traveler, except that common travelers did not have a well-cared for weapon over their shoulder, and at their hips.

Utilitarian, undoubtedly.

"A bit." was Mira's reply to Alexio's inquiry. "Drink the ale, skip the stew, and mind your hands around Kat. They stray, you pay."

It was uncertain whether or not the payment was positive or negative, though.

"So, we just wait for this woman from house Cannith to show up and tell us what she sprung us for? I suppose a hot meal and some ale will make the chill of the rain not so bad."

Hal settles into a seat at a nearby table, keeping an eye on the door and dropping his pack next to his feet.

Probably a little too late but...

Knowledge local or engineering same rating.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Your engineering check revealed that this warforged was one of those that walked into the Mournland following Bulwark. Why she attacked you is unknown, except that it had to do with that package the man was carrying.

The warforged keep his assumptions to himself for now, not knowing what this might mean either for those that left or that which she had sought. He had the feeling someone had just dragged him into deep mud.

The halfling approaches Not 2 B. "Did you find everything to your liking, Warforged?"

Not 2 B stared unblinking at the attendant. "No." He let the statement hang between them.

"Very well," the halfling said, as she covered the remains. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you with more."

"What could you do? A warforged from the Mournland exodus has murdered a man for some object, and now I am part of this. It is not to my liking in part or total."

"I see," says the halfling. "Maybe you can find succor later on."

I think we are all just waiting on the lady to hit us up in the morning unless you want us to roleplay our evening at the tavern.

Okay, I can certainly go there. Is Not 2 B finished with his traipsing?

The human female in the dark blue cloak has delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice. “Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down."

Alexio sits as requested, turning the chair around so that he can rest his arms on the back of it.

Mira kept the majority of her attire on, save for the oilcloak, leaving that hanging up in the room to dry. Her attitude was guarded, both due to the company, and the circumstances— made evident by the lack of expression on her face. Her jaw was set and she very much gave off the air of a perfunctory action, rather than genuine interest. Her hands were folded on the table, and the mug of watered ale was left untouched.

Nonetheless, she did sit, curious to know what ties this house had to an attempted murder.

Not 2 B is ever traipsing onwards. Just happens to be traipsing into the meeting with his friends at this moment.

"Business that includes the mournlands and forged?"

Not 2 B chose to remain standing, waiting to see how the next few moments would play out.

"I am Lady Elaydren d'Vown, of House Cannith."

“I have been working with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom,” Lady Elaydren explains. “We were to meet earlier tonight, but as you know, he never made it. I learned from the Watch what had transpired, and so sent one of my men to track you down.” She continues. “The heirloom, according to family legends, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn. Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient House Cannith journal. I was going to fund an expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal . . .” Her voice trails off. Then she leans close. “Perhaps you would be willing to recover the heirloom for me. For a generous reward, of course.”

A chance to get closer to Cannith and an unnamed reward? Mira was interested already, and looked over at the others to see if she could read anything on their faces. A Foundry such as she described would have immense value to Cannith— or anyone else that could make sense of their designs.

"Considering that he died for it, I'd say he was on the right track..."

Leaning forward, she propped her chin on her fist and looked at the Lady.

"...So how much are we worth?"

Alexio looks at Mira and back to Lady d’Vown waiting for the answer. The fee up front may not be that high but if they could find the foundry it could make them rich.

"Obviously, I'm in. What kind of leads do you have to go on? Do we gotta ask someone or go dig through books or what?"

Hal sips his ale and listens with keen interest.

"1,000 gold pieces. By the way, do you still have the journal?" she asks.

Not 2 B looks to the others, not having kept track of the journal himself.

"Hal, you gave it to the sergeant at one point. Did he ever give it back?"

"I believe it was returned when we were released. Didn't he hand it over?"

Hal pats himself down looking for the bag.

Don't recall if he gave it back. If so, Hal hands it over to the Cannith lady.

"The bag was important, I'll ask the sergeant about it later," she frowns. "Well, without that journal, I can't discern the location of the forge. Stay here, I'll be back in a little while."

She leaves to ask the Sergeant for the book.

"Well, sounds like a good job. A nice fee up front. Plus, we may be able to acquire some good relics from the foundry that should bring a good penny or setup us up with useful resources to pursue something else. The patron angle is not bad either. Even is she does not have other work, Lady D'Vown may be able to introduce us to others. I think this is a win across the board. What do you guys think?" Alexio asks after pondering the benefits out loud.

"I do not believe for one moment this will be easy. Two beings gave their lives in pursuit of this foundry already, I hope our numbers do not suffer similar fates."

"Oh come now Not2B, don't be so pessimistic. Those two were not us." Alexio replies.

Her expression had not changed from the look of vague dissatifaction until Alexio asked the question. It changed to something thoughtful, though there was still a slight frown there. A lot of factors had to be considered, and in this case, while there was a good chance that it would be lucrative, there were commensurate risks.

"Few chances like this will come along. If we prepare properly, we can increase our odds. I am skilled with tools, items, and travel in the world."

Raising an eyebrow, she looks to Halloran.

Lady Elaydren returns with the book. She opens a page, and with a inkless quill, begins to write. As she writes, the script of the book opens up with beautiful script in the Galifar Common Tongue (represented by English, of course).

The journal also contains diagrams. After which she turns to a page and studies it for a moment. Then she takes out a map from her pocket.

“The location of the lost foundry is deep within the Dorasharn Tower,” Lady Elaydren proclaims. “Fifty-seven levels below the tower’s present-day sewer system. I offer you one thousand gold pieces and the good will of my house if you recover the heirloom and return it to me. Will you help me?"

"I will gladly help. Will we need heavy equipment to retrieve this heirloom? Or is something that we could carry ourselves?"

"I'm in. Any mention in the book about guardians or traps? To be forewarned is to be forearmed." Alexio asks of their patroness.

Nodded his approval of the terms.

Mira slowly nodded in agreement, her eyes looking around the room as she was considering the potential danger of an undertaking like this. The outcome was favorable, but they would have to take care.

"In", she simply stated.

“The relic I seek is an adamantine plate in the shape of a seven-pointed star about the size of your hand,” Elaydren explains. “It has no special power by itself, but is an ancient schema—a piece of a pattern used by the Cannith artificers of old to craft unusual items. Recover this piece of history for us, and House Cannith will be extremely grateful.”

She turns to answer Alexio's concerns. “Other than the Lord of Blades, who may have other agents seeking the schema, who knows what lurks in the hidden places beneath the city? Now that I think about it, Bonal did say that he would definitely need to bring fire on the expedition. I wonder what he meant? Anyway, I urge caution, but I am completely confident that you can handle anything you may encounter in your search.”

"Will you be covering the cost of the expedition my lady? We would probably need at least an hour or two to discuss potential supplies but I can already imagine needing extra rope, climbing gear, torches or some means of hands free light, extra water, and possibly extra food." Alexio asks as his mind races to think about the potential needs in a cave.

Later...

Speaking with the others Alexio says, "We need to ensure we have light, water, food, and fire, right? I was thinking we may want to consider a donkey. They are sure footed, we could put our extra supplies on it and if we find anything worth hauling back up it may be useful to have something to carry it with. If we get to a point where the animal could not follow we should be able to take what we can carry, dump the rest and let the animal go to wander back up the halls. I'm guessing it would navigate as well or better than we. Also, if we intend to stay down there for more than a day, I suggest we bring some bed rolls, fire wood, and a couple of pots or pans. If we opt not to do a fire or the cave air is stagnant, then we will need coats. Several days in a cave will chill you to the bone."

"Will you be covering the cost of the expedition my lady? We would probably need at least an hour or two to discuss potential supplies but I can already imagine needing extra rope, climbing gear, torches or some means of hands free light, extra water, and possibly extra food." Alexio asks as his mind races to think about the potential needs in a cave.

"I definitely can finance the expedition to recover this schema," she says. "Give me an accounting of what you need and I'll supply the galifars."