"Prey for Death" an Iron Fellowship Game

Game Master Chris Marsh

Will start once I've got a free slot.

Dr. Magnus Smiley reporting for duty.

Dot

Dottification.

Here for the killing

Your group was hired to assassinate a perfidious merchant. While slavery is strictly forbidden in much of the world, and no one wants to acknowledge it, it exists. On the surface Ungido the Dove was a simple trader, but when you traffic in souls, you attract enemies.

Yesterday you walked away from his body, which you had nailed to the prow of his ship, the Painted Sea. The ship was docked in the port of Karlsgard, capital of the Land of the Linnorm Kings. The city of Kalsgard is located on the southern banks of the Rimeflow River in the northern reaches of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings known as the Thanelands. It is the largest city in the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, and as such is the most cosmopolitan city for several hundred miles, housing communities of dwarves, gnomes, Varisians, and people from even further afield. Thousands will see your work.

Contracted fulfilled.

Achaekek approves of your understakings. You now all possess a more potent token of his favor. You can cast Blood Vendetta once per day as an innate divine spell; this spell automatically heightens to a rank equal to your half your level.

You find yourselves at the Whistling Fox. A bard named Thyrie Tarnralsdottir is performing.*

*This is a callback to Book 2 of Jade Regeant, an AP I would have LOVED to have run.

It's time to introduce each other and get to know the others. The game begins after introductions ahve been made.

The half orc sat at the bar. He wore dark, mostly black clothing w/ a few red highlights. He kept his hood up, but other than that didn't try to hide his orc heritage. Graloch had learned that he could not hide that part of himself. His skin's green/gray tinge and small tusks were a dead giveaway. But he had long grown used to it. He took comfort and solace in the strength and discipline of his mind and body. While some did find him frightening, he never tried to intimidate or threaten. He used his words or his fists as needed.
He sipped the glass of honey mead. He rarely took alcohol, but sometimes allowed himself one after a contract was fulfilled. Just as sometimes he would have a woman to reward himself. He usually took woman of orc or goblin blood, it caused less problems. But they were few and far between in this part of the world.
He scanned the crowd a little and simply enjoyed the mead which was quite good.

Helvetilia swirls a chair ostentatiously out from under the table near the bar and slides her rucksack onto the back. She brushes her dark hair over her left shoulder before sitting down with one leg crossed over the other knee. She taps the toe of her red, leather boot in the air to whatever tune the resident skald is playing. "It's fine Graloch," she says while waving to get a barmaid's attention. "You sit way over there. We won't take offense."

She fastidiously adjusts the belts, pouches, and charms wrapped around her waist. "Another dramatic tableau, touchingly appropriate as usual, Vorcan. But did you see his expression when the blades came out? That moment when they realize that they did not, in fact, get away with their crimes is priceless."

Once the waitress arrives at the table, she orders a quality red.

Helvetilia swirls a chair ostentatiously out from under the table near the bar and slides her rucksack onto the back. She brushes her dark hair over her left shoulder before sitting down with one leg crossed over the other knee. She taps the toe of her red, leather boot in the air to whatever tune the resident skald is playing. "It's fine Graloch," she says while waving to get a barmaid's attention. "You sit way over there. We won't take offense."

She fastidiously adjusts the belts, pouches, and charms wrapped around her waist. "Another dramatic tableau, touchingly appropriate as usual, Vorcan. But did you see his expression when the blades came out? That moment when they realize that they did not, in fact, get away with their crimes is priceless."

Once the waitress arrives at the table, she orders a quality red.

Graloch responds with the slightest of nods and lifts his glass a tiny bit.

Coro chuckles slightly at Helvetilia's admonishment. You say that to him after every job, Hel, he says, taking a long drag on his cigarillo before continuing. And every time, he has a drink more or less by himself and then slinks off into the night, usually with company.

That expression was worth admission, no doubt. Though, admittedly Ungido couldn't dwell on it long.

"I keep quiet faith in the future tense," Helvetilia says to Coro with a wry smile. "Ah! My wine."

"I taste blood."

Vorcan, a middle-aged woman with a great roiling mass of red curls, wears a vest of sparkly sequins. She is wiggling her canine.

"And thus, the horrid crimes of Ungido the Dove are but partially redressed, Helvetilia."

"True: when confronted with his own inevitable demise, the Dove's look of bovine incomprehension gave me a fleeting moment of joy. My heart indeed sung with holy murder by the divine decree of He Who Walks in Blood."

"However, special consideration should have been given to the perfidious merchant for the crime of punching me in the mouth."

She worries at at the tooth. "What if it falls out? He should have been alive while we nailed him up for what he did. What if it falls OUT?"

Vorcan begins flailing her hands in the air. "Coro. Must you blow that poison in my face? Look at Graloch when you talk! Those poisonous fumes from your cigarillo could interfere with the clotting process. And they make my hair stink."

She slumps low in her chair. "I will not allow my dear old friend Thyrie see me in this embarassing state of disarray."

"Yeah. That part was funny," Helvetilia says with an amused expression as she thinks on Vorcan's experience. She sighs and then repositions herself on her chair to face the diva. "Hold still, and I'll fix it."

The thaumaturge marks a complex sign in the air. "Achaekek, no contract binds this soul—knit the flesh and still the blood." Streaks of red light orbit Vorcan for a brief moment. "Better? Unfortunately, no god can do anything about Coro's stink."

Coro laughs appreciably at the memory of Vorcan's foray into pugilism, taking another drag and savoring the taste a bit before exhaling, slightly turned away. On this end, said "stink" is divine, he says dismissively. Sorry your noses are too delicate to appreciate it.

Once orders have been made, your party grows by one. Grabbing a seat with you is a familiar figure—a slender aiuvarin man with golden brown skin and long white hair who wears a red hooded cloak over leather armor]. His dark red eyes glitter. This is Vatum, a high ranking courier who serves the Vernai and is known as a favored contact of Blood Mistress Jakalyn.

Mantis assassins in the field are assigned new missions through couriers like Vatum, but you have have not been approached by him before. His presence here indicates a great honor and trust from leadership.

He wrinkles his nose at Coro. "I would like to offer my congratulates on your recent success but that is not why I am here. I shall quickly get to the point -a new target has been selected for a “Visit from He Who Walks” The target in this case is a powerful, notorious priest of Gorum: General Ordulf Bladecaller..."

For the next several minutes, he gives you an extensive amount of intelligence:

"You are to return to Ilizmagorti once the deed is done with his personal religious symbol in hand as an offering of respect to Achaekek."

”If there is no rest for the wicked, then there is even less rest for those who punish the wicked,” Helvetia says with a sigh. She drinks from her glass. ”Do we have a timeline?”

Vorcan listens quietly. She considers what she's heard amongst her circles — these rumors swirling about this man.

Vorcan gives a complete rundown on Glacier's Rest. It's definitive enough that no one seems to have anything else to add.

Glacier’s Rest is a relatively large but remote town, and should make an excellent place to begin the work of planning an infiltration of the fortress of Crownhold. As with all Red Mantis missions, it’s important not to reveal your affiliation with the assassins publicly— Vorcan slips in a reminder that you should not wear armor or carry weapons that would betray your purpose.

Vorcan adds I love tables: 1d6 ⇒ 2 a little flare that shows off just the right amount. The friendliest innkeeper in town, Gundar Icebreaker runs a place called the Frosty Stein which caters to the merchants who arrive about once a week. He earned his surname after a demonstration where he punched through a solid block of ice, a demonstration he still performs on request. Prices for meals and lodging here are standard, although no extravagant suites or fine dining options are available.

Now on a roll, she adds MOAR tables: 1d5 ⇒ 1 something about Crownhold Warehouse: As merchants come into town, they deposit goods bound for Crownhold here under the care of one Kranold Buergon. Kranold lost his fortunesearching for adamantine in the Stormspear Mountains and now acts as warehouse custodian until he saves enough for another expedition into the unforgiving north. He makes deliveries to Crownhold once a week, after the merchant caravans have gone.

YES!: 1d4 ⇒ 2 And don't forget about Gunilla’s Goods: Locals use this small market for their everyday goods, while merchants give Gunilla Crowfriend a huge boost in business to resupply their caravans or purchase tools to fix their wagons. Common magic items (other than weapons or armor) of level 5 or lower can be purchased here.

Also, the majority of locals revere Gorum. Anyone who wears heavy armor or carries a greatsword gains a +1 circumstance bonus to checks to Coerce, Make an Impression, Request, and Gather Information. Conversely, anyone who is revealed to be an enemy of the faith or who publicly mocks the Gorum-worshipping lifestyle is swiftly seen as a coward, and they instead take a –4 circumstance penalty to all of the above checks.

That's where the bragging opportunities stop, as your mission intel revealed more about the target than Vorcan knew.

At work today so less flavor, but Vorcan will change glamered armor to look like heavy armor before arriving in town

Magnus looks up from his spot at the table where he has been furiously working on something, alternating between chewing on it with his rodent teeth and polishing furiously with a table cloth. He is somewhat rotund and bespectacled with beady eyes. His Guineau Pig-like fur is marked in places with deep scars and burn marks from some misfortune in the past.

He lifts his focus, a polished white tooth, up to the light and admires it for a moment before stashing it in a pocket and patting it with satisfaction.

"Sounds like a suitable job for Smiley and friends. We will handle it with gusto!"

Looking at Vorcan, Magnus scowls monetarily as he realizes someone has repaired that tooth he was looking forward to seeing to. He does his best not to show his disappointment too obviously and gives the group a broad shining grin instead.

Note: Magnus will purchase a spacious pouch for stashing his mantis gear.

Helvetilia taps her finger on her lips while she listens to Vorcan. "It sounds like I will need at least two different disguises. Maybe a third for the final act."

The halforc casually joins the group at the table when the courier arrives. He whispers aside to Coro I think the chances of finding a lady friend for the night are slim anyways...

Graloch listens and ponders anything else he might know about Gorum or this Ordulf

Lore Warefare 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34

He has no problem in going without the red mantis mask or carrying his sawtooth saber. I dont need to use it in battle He gives the tiniest scowl at wearing heavy armor or carrying a greatsword. Heavy armor is something he cannot abide. Perhaps he would blend in better looking like a strong back servant for the party?

"We could arrive in time with the merchants to avoid suspicion," Helvetilia muses, idly swirling what little remains of her wine. "Need to learn Bladecaller's routine, need to scout out the streets, his residence..."

Golach doesn't know anything more in this area, just that their typical fighting style emphasizes one-on-one combat over formations in war. Insight into Gorum is the realm of the religiously educated.

Your mission is clear. You’re expected to carry out the killing of General Ordulf Bladecaller in a way that leaves no question that his death took place upon the blades of the Red Mantis. However, as long as he’s killed in a way that none can mistake who slew him, the methods and timeline of his assassination are left entirely up to YOU. This is not a matter to be resolved politically, or with the aid of anyone in a position of power within the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. This is the duty of the Red Mantis alone.

You discuss plans en route....

An icy wind blows across the open tundra south of the town of Glacier’s Rest, which crouches atop an upthrust escarpment of stone that looms a hundred feet above the surrounding plains. To the north stand the formidable Stormspear Mountains, while a treacherous-looking trail consisting of three switchbacks ascends the ridge to the town from the trade road that winds into the distance to the east and west.

The town itself is bordered by further defenses—palisades of pine that block the frigid winds and deny townsfolk a view of the southern tundra, further accenting the dominance of the mountains to the north. Clusters of log cabins, alehouses, trading posts, and storehouses huddle together around a massive longhouse, ribbons of smoke reaching to the sky through holes on either end of the town’s largest building. A single track winds north from town into the mountains—the only indication that this remote settlement is not the last bastion against the frozen wilderness to the north.

Glacier’s Rest is located in northwestern Hagreach in the foothills of the Stormspear Mountains, just north of a long road that winds along the northern border of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, connecting remote Stormspear Keep to the east on the Irrisen border with the settlement of Turvik on the well-traveled Path of Aganhei over a hundred miles to the west.

While you can certainly just march right up to Crownhold and begin a frontal assault, Red Mantis assassination missions are subtle infiltrations, with the public revelation of the Mantis’s involvement taking place only during the assassination. You quickly learn that a large merchant caravan recently arrived and is in the process of shipping supplies north to Crownhold. This, combined with the fact that the merchants are spending a fair amount of time relaxing and cavorting in town before they head back east to Turvik, makes for the perfect cover for you to begin plotting an infiltration of the fortress. You also learn that the merchants plan to leave town in two days, at which point the locals look forward to spending several weeks in the calm comforts of isolation. At this point, you, as outsiders to Crownhold, will be unwelcome in town.

So you have two days to plan.

This period of two days is broken into four phases. During a phase, each PC can perform one of the special exploration activities. After each phase, the PCs reconvene long enough to share information and plan their next move. There are two goals to preparing this assassination. First, you can uncover valuable information that helps you plan the hit. Second, the party can earn Leverage Points to help you overcome complications during the adventure. Be careful though, mistakes can be lethal. Careless assassins accrue Awareness Points

Day 1
Phase 1:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Go
Magnus: Go
Vorcan: Go

Dr Magnus will seek out any local Ysoki and do his best to "Learn Ordulf's Secrets".

Society: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (16) + 25 = 41

Magnus will hold a freelance dentistry clinic for local Ysoki and will subtly question them for information, all while they have their mouths full of dentistry tools.

I should not that these are all SECRET checks. I'll let this one go. :-)

Dr. Magnus learns that Ordulf has become one of Gorum’s favored priests, and that he has been granted Gorum’s major boon. Furthermore Ordulf’s arrogance can be used against him, particularly if someone challenges his bravery, compares him to a troll or a chicken, insults his skill at fishing, or likens him to a witch or national of Irrisen.

Day 1
Phase 1:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Go
Magnus: CRIT
Vorcan: Go

Vorcan conceals her sawtooth sabers with expert sleight of hand.

She uses her social connections to worm her way into a longhouse gathering party crasher, spreading a rumor that Trollheim Skalds are coming this way to challenge the so-called warriors of Glaciers Rest to feats of strength. They will be at the gate any day. She hopes to leverage the Ulfens' pride, whipping their younger fighters into a well-timed drunken riot or similar.

"As we journeyed here, we sojourned briefly in Trollheim. There, a group of wretched young skalds whispered that you cannot hold your drink, and that they were going to travel this way to whip your hides at Fullsterkur — while drunk."

"Additionally, we heard unforgivable slurs about the residents of Glaciers Rest that I absolutely cannot repeat."

"Such as sheep-biters, senile hearth-nappers, lilly-farters, and skröggsligr." She pretends to blush.

Deception (M) to Orchestrate a Timely Distraction: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (4) + 26 = 30

Coro takes a less subtle approach, shaking down some of the merchants in the queue to enter the city to learn more about Crownhold.

DC 30 Intimidation (M): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (7) + 25 = 32

You are used to Helvetilia's fondness for disguises during infiltration, so it is not surprising when she arrives the next day with blond plaits, dressed in utilitarian furs, and bearing a greatsword strapped to her back next to her haversack. "So I have from Kalsgard to Glacier's Rest to practice my Skald accent," she grimaces and mutters. "As long as nobody there tries to engage me in conversation in it."

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Once they've obtained their rooms, Helvetilia secludes herself within so she can change her disguise. When she emerges, carefully timed for when nobody is in the hallway, her hair is tucked under a fur cap, her features and build are much more masculine, and the sword is left behind.

She sets off along the streets of Glacier's Rest to get closer to Crownhold and learn what she can.

Approach Crownhold
Stealth +25
Leaving the inn with a mundane disguise, but she has multiple sources of invisibility and illusory disguise to assist with the task.

Hero Point for Helvetilia for not rolling her own :-)

Vorcan organizse an attention-grabbing event that’s primed to occur during your infiltration of the fortress. Gaining you one Leverage Point

Coro's not messing around. Crownhold was built by dwarves thousands of years ago during the height of their ancestral expansion to the surface world. The dwarves abandoned this outpost to consolidate their troops during the Five Kings War, and the outpost has been changing occupants ever since, usually through conquest. Over the years, those who have occupied the fortress have found some, but not all, of the hidden compartments the dwarves built into the structure. [ooc] This intel allows the party to use a Leverage Point to assist with hiding bodies; when you use a Leverage Point in this way, describe a convenient feature of the immediate area (a small hidden nook, a narrow gap in a wall, a secret panel that opens into an empty compartment) that gives you an advantage.

Helvetilia gets up close, real close... If your next exploration activity is to Observe Crownhold, you gain a +2 circumstance bonus to that check.

Day 1
Phase 1:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Discover Crownhold's Secrets
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Approach Crownhold
Magnus: Learn Ordulf's Secrets
Vorcan: Orchestrate a Timely Distraction

In prep for this mission Graloch has his saw tooth saber wrapped up in blankets hiding it.

After a quick talk w/ Helvetilia, the half orc also heads out to approach and scout the fortress. He approaches from a different angle for a differing view.

Approach Crownhold

Stealth +25
Uses the invisibility from elven cloak as needed.

Gorlach gets himself close, eager to get something worth reporting back.

Day 1
Phase 1:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Discover Crownhold's Secrets
Gorlach: Approach Crownhold
Helvetilia: Approach Crownhold
Magnus: Learn Ordulf's Secrets
Vorcan: Orchestrate a Timely Distraction

There is only the mission...

Gorlach and Helvetilia can Observe Crownhold. Helvetilia has a +2 on the check.

Day 1
Phase 2:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Go
Magnus: Go
Vorcan: Go

The stink of Blodplättar lingers on Vorcan's breath, when she licks her teeth she can still taste marrow, deep in the crevices. It won't go away. She pays a visit Dr. Magnus's temporary dental shack to have her teeth cleaned. No one else is in yet this early in the morning.

"Doctor Smiley, these frostbitten brutes made me chew reindeer gore last night! Atrocities pile upon our shoulders. And my poor teeth…"

She glances over the good Doctor's pewter tray of tools… the bone scooper, number 18 forceps, and cortical drill. The twisty countersink bit has long filaments of bloody ysoki fur wound into its grooves and sticking out like miniature bolts of red lightning. She changes her mind.

"… are perfectly fine."

Desperately trying to concoct another reason for visiting the dental clinic so as not to disappoint her friend, she concocts a new idea.

"Yes. Perfectly fine. I am considering, Doctor Smiley, how we might infiltrate Crownhold. Perhaps I could lend you some assistance with crafting a special tool for the job. For example, we might forge documents from Kranold Buergon, allowing us entry into the stronghold as merchants delivering goods. Or, perhaps you have some other clever idea. If so, I am willing to be your assistant today."

Willing to aid another here on Magnus's crafting check, if he wants to work on that today; if not, no worries! That's the one check we only have one person more than trained in the skill, so it's riskiest.

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If Magnus feels like doing something else today, Vorcan will attempt to discover more of Crownhold's secrets. Looks like this has the Secret tag unlike Timely Distraction, so I will not roll. Society +25

Helvetilia finds herself a combination of unobtrusive observation points and nests to watch the comings and goings of Crownhold.

She hides her mittened hands under her arms while she crouches in a cramp niche. The assassin entertains herself considering the relative likelihood of success of a variety of approaches.

Observe Crownhold
Stealth +25+2 = +27

There's no substitute for firsthand knowledge. Helvetilia makes some direct observation of Crownhold and discovers 1d6 ⇒ 1 out on the tundra, a pair of massive polar bear-like creatures with too many legs travel in wide arcs in front of the fortress. Two humanoid figures sit atop each bear’s back. ]Free Nature check AFTER this phase, from anyone, to Identify. This also nets you 1 Leverage Point

Day 1
Phase 2:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Observing Crownhold
Magnus: Go
Vorcan: Go

Magnus does his best to convince Vorcan to let him just have a little look at her teeth.

"If it helps I am happy to assemble some gas that will make the whole thing go by as easy as smiling for a portrait. I'll even agree not to use my teeth on the tougher bits!"

Dr Smiley agrees with Vorcan's plan to assemble a tool to aid in our mission.

Crafting +27 (plus aid)

the doctor and Vorcan both produce something that could easily be mistaken for a torture device... Gaining 1 Leverage Point.

Day 1
Phase 2:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Observing Crownhold
Magnus:
Vorcan: Aid Another
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Free Nature Check: TBD

Coro tries a slightly different approach to learn about Crownhold, this time buying a few drinks at a local tavern and engaging some of the locals in conversation.

The monk finds a different viewpoint from Hel. He settles in w/ an amazing amount of patience. He alternates between meditating to keep his mind sharp and doing micro muscle flexing to keep his body from getting too stiff.
Graloch stays out during the night to see what else can be observed after the sun goes down.

Observe Crownhold

Stealth +25, natural darkvision

Coro spends a little time reconnoitering outside, while Gorlach moves inside

Coro: 1d4 ⇒ 1 Crownhold’s previous occupants were adlets (Society Check for more), who are rumored to have been slaughtered by Ordulf alone while his forces waited outside to murder any who tried to escape. During the adlet occupation, they made adjustments to several locations in the structure, removing walls and supports to make more room for oversized minions or simply to leave their mark on dwarven carvings. You gain One Leverage Point.

Gorlach: 1d5 ⇒ 4 Golarch gets up close to the hold itself. The balconies on the second and top floors each end with a large, round rampart on the east and west corners. Each platform holds a springald with a crew of two soldiers. You gain One Leverage Point and you now have a Strategic Map of the area.

Day 1
Phase 2:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Discover Crownhold's Secrets
Gorlach: Observe Crownhold
Helvetilia: Observe Crownhold
Magnus: Go
Vorcan: Aid Another
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Free Nature Check: TBD

Magnus already went. updating.

Helvetilia reports back everything she knows. the animals give her a struggle Anyone else can make this check still. she knows that the creatures are either kokogiaks, a somehwat intelligent nefarious beast with a terrible roar, or an arctic Aurumvorax with teeth so sharp and serrated that one bite could cause you to bleed out. Adlets are easier. Adlets dwell in the farthest, harshest reaches of the Crown of the World. At first glance, these isolated people look much like their Erutaki human cousins; they typically have terra-cotta skin, straight black hair, and compact, powerful builds. However, adlets tend to be taller and more sinewy than their human kin. Up close, adlets' strangeness reveals itself—each sports a maw full of wolflike teeth. Their legs and tail resemble that of a dog.

Day 1
Phase 3:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Go
Magnus: Go
Vorcan: Go

1. Gossip Lore +19 on the Nature check.
2. Society +25 on the Adlets if there is anything else interesting to learn.

Vorcan will scare some fools into dishing on Ordulf.

+25 society

Vorcan is pretty confident that the former is correct; those are kokogiaks. They really do have a terrible roar that it can wreak the mind and strike fear into the hearts of those who hear. As for the adlets, he concurs, with more information.

Adlets' legends say that long ago, a mighty hunter lost his way far from home and came upon a house of whalebone and ice. A woman dressed in white fox furs greeted him, fed him, and tended to his frostbite. In time, they married and had 10 children, five of whom bore the legs and tails of foxes. These children stayed with their mother, while the other five—born with the legs and tails of wolves— traveled with their father back to the human lands and became the first adlets.

Adlets aren't inherently evil, but their culture is warlike, xenophobic, and noticeably lacking in humility. They see themselves as the natural rulers of the arctic wastes and view everyone else as squatters at best and invaders at worst. A typical adlet is stronger and faster than any mundane human, with the ability to walk naked in a blizzard and call up ice-cold mists. Given that, it's little wonder that adlets have developed something of a superiority complex. Still, while adlet raids are a common problem for travelers in the Crown of the World, a handful of wily and intrepid merchants have forged peaceful relations with certain adlet communities along more common routes.

Vorcan heads back in. There's a lot of repeat and overlap, but nothing new

Day 1
Phase 3:
GM TRACKER
Coro: Go
Gorlach: Go
Helvetilia: Go
Magnus: Go
Vorcan: Discover Ordluf's Secrets

Once she has relayed her intelligence to the others, Helvatilia memorizes the rough sketch that Gorlach provides before leaving the inn once more. This time, she emerges dressed in her winter furs and accouterments arranged to create the illusion of a hunter. She also bears a broken nose and a scar on her cheek.

Into the snow and toward Crownhold she creeps, waiting for an opportune time to invoke Achaekek's magics to make herself disappear completely.

Approach Crownhold
Stealth +25
Use 2nd-rank invisibility from spell slots this time.