At the moment, Chelin is just waiting for the stealthy ones to give a signal, watching as carefully as he can for any sign of it.
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"I'm not stealthy, to say the least. Chelin, shall we keep watch out here and wait for them to raise an alarm?"
"That plan sounds good to me."
Albrek returns to Delver's Square, hoping that someone there would know something about Linech Crane.
Meanwhile, Albrek heads down to Delver's Square to question any adventurers that happen to be around.
"Yes, Brother Fabitor might be able to give us more insight. If he can't help, I'm sure I can convince Phon to give us some information on who this "TC" is."
Albrek looks at the elf's chain mail appreciatively. "Would you consider it ghoulish if I took this armor? It is better than my own, but I do question the legality of walking around this city wearing a dead man's armor."
"I doubt the fact that they were elves had any significance in these matters."
Albrek takes his mace and attempts to kill one of the dogs before they wake.
Albrek continues to wait on the ground, wishing other people weren't taking up all the melee space on the platform. Besides, his armor wasn't designed for going up ladders.
Noticing that all the nearby enemies are out of the fight, Albrek enters the warehouse itself to hopefully find the other elf.
Albrek casually rests his mace on his shoulder. "Didn't come all this way not to get paid."
Albrek puts his helm back on, frowning. "I'll go along with you also. Once they realize our deception, I will be needed there."
Meanwhile, Albrek sits near the warehouse, his helm sitting on the ground. Hopefully everyone will just assume he's a blind beggar.
"May I read it? I may of some help with it." "Here." Albrek hands him the note.
Brother Fabitor listens as you make your plan of attack, about halfway through he raises an eyebrow. "What letter? and Why do you need a Phon stand in? "The thugs had a written copy of their orders with them. They were supposed to meet their employer at Able Road two hours after dusk. We don't know if we need someone to impersonate Phon, but it couldn't hurt."
"You are a truely good soul, Brother Albrek. I insist that you at least take 2 healing potions." "Alright, although I hope we won't need them."
"Please, keep my share of the crowns. I was going to do this even if you didn't ask me to."
"The problem isn't her pregnancy. The problem is that the father seems to have hired thugs to beat her."
"I hear word you saved one of my congregation members last eve, a beautiful lass by the name of Phon Quartermain...." "Brother, I'm not searching for my true faith. I have already been awakened to it." Albrek sighs and sits down. "Ah, yes. Phon. Brother, someone hired the thugs that attacked her. Their orders asked for her by name. Do you know anyone who would have motive for this?"
Albrek hands the messenger five silver after taking the message. "Hmm. An old friend of mine from the Church wishes to speak with us immediately. Not me, us. Come along, we shouldn't keep him waiting, and I'm going to meet him whether or not the rest of you join me." With that, Albrek leaves for Saint Gustav's Chapel.
"Wouldn't it be wiser to ask your lover's permission before you name a band of adventurers after her?"
Albrek looks Ekard straight in the eyes, looking like he has two balls of marble in his sockets more than anything else. "It's only by the Earth's blessing I can see at all." "Who knows? There are as many obsessed madmen in this city as any other. I agree, whoever ordered this must be stopped, if nothing else."
"Hmm." Albrek tosses the note back onto the table, frowning. "It seems someone wanted miss Quartermill robbed. Perhaps we should meet with their employers?"
"Albreck, this might be a love note for you." Ekard smirks as he hands over the folded note, knowing full well the difficulty the oracle will have in reading it. Albrek opens the note and reads it. "I can read perfectly fine, Ekard."
Albrek nods to Railina as he sheathes his mace. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Albrek Dwarfson." He then kneels down next to the peasant woman. "Are you injured, miss?"
Albrek walks up to the remaining thug and attempts to bash him in the head.
Seeing only the crossbowmen, Albrek advances on them and attempts to bash them with his mace.
We interrupt this program for a dot.
"Muggers? They shall know the earth's wrath tonight." With that, Albrek draws his mace and shield and begins to run after the others.
Albrek slowly walks through the rain, water dripping from his helm. He glances around at the assembled acquaintances and smiles. "Ah, it's a pleasure to see all of you again. And it's a pleasure to meet you, milady. Come, let's get out of this downpour." With that, he takes a step towards the sounds of the tavern.
At some point during your time as a acolyte you may also have helped out at the Arena as a healer or a healer's apprentice, Albrek. This could easily tie you to Pol Voron The only problem with that is I don't have any ranks in Heal and I'm guessing I didn't have any healing magic until the whole "awakening to divine power of the earth" incident, at which point I wasn't exactly a practicing member of the Lothain faith, if you get my drift.
Let's see, I might of met Ekard because we both live in the same neighborhood, I probably would of met Tarlane's character during my time as an acolyte at the church of Lothain, and I have no idea how I could of met either of the other characters. Any other ideas?
Speaking of which, I'm done with my background.
As for starting gold we will go halfway between a cleric and a druid; (i.e. 3d6 × 10 gp); Also Earth Focus, did you mean stone? Alright, 160gp for me then. Also, yes, I just misremembered the name of the focus. Also, I should just about be done with my sheet. |