"Excellent! My new friends and I are headed out of town for a bit. Any news from travelers you've heard that might be of interest?
Oh and today is my first day of retirement, my five years with the League of Lightning was up yesterday. Time flies eh?"
The guard nods and says, "Congratulations, my term of service won't be up until another year. As for news, there has been raids of Wild Elves from the Chondalwood on caravans of late. I think it may actually be orcs, but there is no proof."
The guard nods and says, "Congratulations, my term of service won't be up until another year. As for news, there has been raids of Wild Elves from the Chondalwood on caravans of late. I think it may actually be orcs, but there is no proof.""Excellent! My new friends and I are headed out of town for a bit. Any news from travelers you've heard that might be of interest?
Oh and today is my first day of retirement, my five years with the League of Lightning was up yesterday. Time flies eh?"
"Huh, any rewards from the King or his ministers for anyone who might aid in bringing these raids to an end or perhaps providing proof of who is behind them?
Terrific! One year isn't too long after you've already done the first four. You will feel like it's over quick enough my friend".
"I still need to check your papers," says the Guard. "Call me Samuel."
"Of course Samuel, no reason not to".
"Of course Samuel, no reason not to".
Yes, it is. One of the Wizard King's edicts. If I remember from the Vilhon Reach sourcebook, Arrabar's government is lawful evil. So I'm basing parts of it off of First Republic France. I think Nazi Germany would also be a good choice, but I don't see the Wizard as having the presence and charisma of Adolf Hitler.
Paperwork just to walk about is so terribly opressive. Suddenly Lizbit is slightly more on the side of their somewhat mysterious benefactor. Being a noble lady she, naturally, has all her papers in order, stupid as it is.
Maia begrudgingly pulls her slightly tattered papers from her pocket in preparation for the inspection. While Igneous chats up the guard she leans over to Angoldil and whispers, "were we supposed to get paperwork from our employer to leave?"
I've never actually left the city before... I can't believe they make everyone do this though... no wonder this noble guy wants to take over... of course, who knows if he'd be any better- maybe he just wants to be the one in charge... I guess if the city's gonna be in the hands of a tyrant it's better to have it be one you know and who maybe even owes you a favor...
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Anton will reach into his pouch for the Busker paper work then laughs."Wrong papers" he will then grab one for caravan work.
Anton will reach into his pouch for the Busker paper work then laughs."Wrong papers" he will then grab one for caravan work.
Street preaching is very popular in this city. Although they hate wizards for some reason. It's ironic that their leader is a Wizard.
Heh, THIS is a sign of civilisation isn't it just? And it will get better, because I believe we'll have to get MORE papers later on.
An official charter for our group, should we stick together... taxation papers for our adventuring loot..., hopefully we won't have to show THOSE to ever Tom, dick and Harry who asks...
Nearly lost in his contemplations, Ruhk is eventually shaken into action and shows his own papers as well.
I have to do something about that, my headspace might be very large, but there is an even larger world out there to enjoy!
"Looks like you are all in order," says the guard. "Let them pass!"
"Thank you, good sir!" Lizbit salutes a silly salute.
Igneous smiles, "See you on the return Samuel".
Igneous checks out the map once they exit the city. As he has been outside the city in this general vicinity he gets his bearings and tries to decide the best way to get to their destination while avoiding any naturally difficult terrain.
Knowledge Nature
Survival
Maia avoids speaking, or making eye contact, with the guards as much as she's able. As they move away from the gates, she inhales deeply through her nose and observes, "wow... the air smells different out here."
Looking around, she offers, "I can help with keeping us headed the right direction, but... umm, I have no idea which direction we're supposed to be going?"
Igneous smiles, "See you on the return Samuel".
Igneous checks out the map once they exit the city. As he has been outside the city in this general vicinity he gets his bearings and tries to decide the best way to get to their destination while avoiding any naturally difficult terrain.
Knowledge Nature 1d20+4
Survival 1d20+10
Maia avoids speaking, or making eye contact, with the guards as much as she's able. As they move away from the gates, she inhales deeply through her nose and observes, "wow... the air smells different out here."
Looking around, she offers, "I can help with keeping us headed the right direction, but... umm, I have no idea which direction we're supposed to be going?"
survival (to aid Igneous): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
The crypt and graveyard is south of Arrabar. About three miles south.
Igneous leads the group in that direction, wary for danger even this close to the city.
Igneous leads the group in that direction, wary for danger even this close to the city.
You may roll a perception check.
Igneous takes point as the party heads south to their destination.
Igneous takes point as the party heads south to their destination.
Igneous, you notice an elf headed towards the Chondalwood.
Anton walks but seems to move fluidly. He is almost dancing while walking. Humminh some weird tune badly.
Igneous pauses and turns to Angoldil, "Fair Angoldil, do you see yon Elf?
Perhaps you can make contact with him, see if he has seen any danger from the direction we're headed?" Igneous points out the elf he has spotted.
'We go where the winds take us! " The Llirrite says as he pulls a sharp throwing iron and begins to flip it in his hand as some thieves do knives.
"Just be sure to not give too much away.
We may be hired by the family who owns the crypt, but to some we'd still be seen as grave robbers..."
Ruhk taps the side of his nose with a finger, then he taps it to his lips and grins.
Igneous nods at Rhuk's commentary, "Better not to mention our destination at all, simply ask what's he's seen is my recommendation".
' I mean I am a holy man who is looking into Undead stirrings in the graveyard on behalf of a church benefactor" Anton says out of the blue with a tone of authority.
"And I have my right to preach and right to busker papers." he says with a chuckle as he spins the throwing spike then slips it back into one of the shield back holster. he pulls another one, this one in a cross shape.
"Yeah, we're totally not doing anything wrong!" Lizbit says chipperly. "But we should warn that guy about the maybe-heucuva!" The inquisitor waves her longspear about, trying to get the wayward elfs attention. "Hey, excuse me! Can you come over here, I have something important to tell you!"
"Yeah, we're totally not doing anything wrong!" Lizbit says chipperly. "But we should warn that guy about the maybe-heucuva!" The inquisitor waves her longspear about, trying to get the wayward elfs attention. "Hey, excuse me! Can you come over here, I have something important to tell you!"
"What?" he asks, bewildered. His speech is in Common.
Igneous shrugs, "Well, that's one way to get his attention".
He calls back out to the elf, "We have heard rumors of some dangers to the south? Have you heard of them? Perhaps more importantly, we wonder have you encountered them?
A barter of information for information if you will?"
"Where are you going first?" he asks.
"We are headed towards the south. Looking in on the state of the burial grounds, rumors of graverobbing there. Nasty business".
Anton continues to one hand juggle one of his throwing iron. He keeps his eye on the elf, but basically is trying to keep his skills sharp.
"We are headed towards the south. Looking in on the state of the burial grounds, rumors of graverobbing there. Nasty business".
"Are you going to arrest them?"
"It's more of an investigation really. I am no longer working directly with the League of Lightning.
However, if these grave robbers prove to be undead, we will instead arrest their activities".
Word play? Hah!
Ruhk crosses his arms and grins, enjoying the various personalities he finds himself travelling with.
"We just wanted to let you know to be on the look out for troublemakers!" Lizbit says. "And with that message delivered, I think we're ready to continue. Have a nice day, mister elf."
"May Light and Laughter bless you and keep you" Anton says with a wide genuine smile as he gives the best performer bow he can muster before waving and turning back to the group.
It takes you a while to reach the graveyard. There are a few mausoleums or crypts, but mostly gravestones are around. They are all granite stones, some of them are worn, others are not.
The gate is open, and in Chondathian (or common) is the title: Arrabar Cemetery.
Igneous peers around at the cemetery looking for any sign of movement before he enters.
Perception
'We should probably knock and say we are coming in."Anton says with a smile.
Igneous peers around at the cemetery looking for any sign of movement before he enters.
Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
You see some movement out of the corner of your eye. You're not sure what it is. A phantom, one of the undead, or something else. You did notice a shovel.
"There's someone here, with a shovel during the day. I presume they are working. Let's proceed with caution anyway".
Igneous moves forward shying away from that area where he spotted the motion but circling towards our the object of our employers interest, his family crypt.
'Sure thing" Anton says as he continues to toss his throwing spike and catching it casually. The tall man following with fluid motions of a dancer mixed with the danger of a cat.
Ruhk grins and falls into step with Igneous.
"I'm always cautious, that's why you are still alive."
Ruhk grins and falls into step with Igneous.
"I'm always cautious, that's why you are still alive."
"Great, let's keep that that way!"
Rolling perception checks:
"Uhm, did we know the way to crypt we're looking for?" Lizbit is less worried about whomever wields the shovel.
"Uhm, did we know the way to crypt we're looking for?" Lizbit is less worried about whomever wields the shovel.
"Then let's go. To the crypt!"
You see three Ghouls up ahead.