Seeing the others stand together, Glimoril rises from her seat and nods to the fortune teller. She moves to stand with the others, a fierce smile on her face at the thought of finally cleansing the world of the stain that is Gaedren Lamm.
"Do not mind the talk of corruption," she says to Gavrus."The life I have lived has set me against the law, but not all who enforce it are tainted. Just as not all who oppose it are malicious. Each of us must account for our own actions in the end."
"Westpier 17, tonight," she says with grim anticipation. "If Lamm dies, I am satisfied."
After hearing the other's stories, Glimoril sits in silence for a short time. She has told her tale in its essence, and despite an appalling start, she and the three others seem to have reached the conclusion that they have a common goal.
"There's plenty in this city that deserve the knife," she said. "Despite my words outside, I think none of them are in this room. Gaedren Lamm has broken us all, in one way or another, and you know how he is. He always makes sure he gets what's owed him, one way or another."
"My father was killed on the road outside Korvosa, by a man he hurt defending me. He was my world," she said. "I tell you this not for your pity, but so that you will understand why I was addicted to shiver, and why you needn't fear me falling back into those old ways. I took the drug to numb myself and accepted every disgrace that the dealers heaped on me, because I thought I had caused his death.
"A few months ago, Gaedren Lamm gave me a shot that nearly killed me," she said, and paused, a chill running down her spine. "He dropped me in the vaults, and I spent ... a week? two weeks? lost in the dark, crawling because the sickness had me at first, and then because I was too weak to walk. I saw terrible things and suffered misery you can't imagine unless you've given up shiver. At the end, my father's spirit came to me. He forgave me, and showed me the way out. He told me I must purge the world of Lamm before I pursue his killer."
Glimoril hears the beginning of an apology from the priest as she walks into the house and sighs, but she doesn't stop. If these men want to kill Lamm, I should not be making enemies of them. We should be on the same side She frowns as the others come into the room.
"You. Priest. Your story was part right. I was addicted to shiver. Maybe if Abadar's priests hadn't been too busy counting coin when...."Same side! she reminded herself and stopped, scowling, but making herself push ahead. "Anyway. I was already hooked when Lamm found me. You know what he's like, so I won't tell you. When he thought he had killed me with an overdose, he dropped me down a hole in the vaults. I'm going to kill him before I go to find the man who murdered my father."
"I am Glimoril," she says. "If any of you wish to see Gaedren Lamm dead, then I consider you allies."
Glimoril looked at the priest for a long moment with cold hatred, and then she slid her sword in its sheath.
"Madame Zellara's. World-Famous Harrow Readings and Fortunes." She read from the sign that hung in front of the house. "Impressive research. Is that how you went from being Lamm's lamb to Abadar's sheep?"
"If I hear you bleating lies about my father again, sheep, I will kill you as soon as I've done with Lamm." She turned away from him and walked inside.
Again!?! Next time I receive a mysterious invitation, I'm sneaking in the back door. Glimoril turns and sees the priest. The one who had been part of Lamm's little gang, once, with his spear raised. He must have gotten a card too. I've heard he's been trying to stir up the guard to do something about Lamm for quite a while.
"Put your spear down, zealot. We're here to find out where your old friend Gaedren is hiding, same as you."
"Why would I bring it with me? Whoever sent it obviously knows who I am, and I can remember things like sunset at 3 Lancet Street for a whole day without having them written down. Now I'm going to go find out where that puss-sucking bucket of filth Lamm is. I'm sure you'll have a chance to prove your stupidity and kill me after." With that off her chest, Glimoril turns away from the big man and walks towards the house. Easy, girl. You let a man like that make you, it's not exactly his fault.
Glimoril watched the big man take what he must have thought was a hiding place behind a tree not quite as big around as he was. She shook her head in dismay at his clumsiness, and then felt a sinking feeling as he turned his head and saw her. Dammit. But the sun was so warm on my back. There was no mistaking his purpose as he approached, with a club that probably outweighed her pointed at her. She drew her father's slender sword and hoped that a diplomatic approach would work.
"If I knew where he was, he'd be dead already, you great, ridiculous ox," she snapped. Diplomacy never was my strong suit, was it?"If you hadn't been so blind, stinking drunk at the tavern last night, you'd have seen that you weren't the only one to get a card."
Glimoril spends the night under the stars, as she has come to enjoy doing whenever the night is clear. Particularly since her time in the vaults, she finds the sky reassuring. She stays close to Lancet street, though. While the house felt friendly and her suspicions of danger are alleviated, she is still terribly curious about the card. At dawn, she helps herself to a roll from a baker's window, and finds a spot a few doors down from number 3, where she can discretely watch to see who comes and goes during the day.
Assuming nothing significant occurs during the day, at sunset, she will wait until at least one of the others has gone in, and then follow.
Glimoril lets the door of the tavern close behind her and crosses the street quickly. As moments pass, and neither of the other two men come out after her, she lets out a nervous breath and thinks. If it is an ambush, it's more likely that it will be set for tomorrow, so it was just as likely that the two men inside were to be victims as well. Lamm has burned a lot of people, but is he smart enough for something like this?
The trouble was, she had no idea how smart he was. It didn't take much of a brain to get rich off of children and shiver, but he had been doing it for a long time. He had to have some degree of cunning. Glimoril knew she would simply have to have more. She strolled down to Lancet Street, and took a look at the building and the area nearby, looking for likely places to hide, to snipe from, and ways in and out. If someone was planning an ambush, there was no reason not to plan one of her own.
As she sets the card down, Glimoril frowns into the sour wine. Her first thought is excitement, and what would really give a shine to that feeling? No. Never again, she told herself. Tempting as it may be, she had put that behind her. Forever. She took another gulp of wine, shaking the thought off. It was there, always, waiting to taint every bright moment, but she had beaten it. Would continue to beat it until it no longer haunted her thoughts.
She looked in the cup, but it was empty. She had lost the mood for revelry anyway, though she was pleased at the gentle pull of the sword at her hip. She looked around the room and was surprised to see a well groomed man in a scholar's robe staring at a card like the one she had been given. Was it possible? She tried to think, he had just been speaking to the barman, but she had hardly listened to him.
Before she could do more than register these things, heavy footsteps thumped down the steps, and a heavyset man appeared in the common room. His smell reached her a moment later. Sour wine and sweat, the smell of the city. The not-quite-desperate-enough-for-shiver quarters, at least. She was turning back to the first man when a slip of paper caught her eye. The big man was holding a card as well.
Her eyes cut to the door. If this was to be an ambush, she would not play the part of the victim easily. She put a coin on the bar and left the card as she stood up, walking casually towards the door, alert to any hint of movement from the others.
So what are the chances that Eleazar and Glimoril are in the same tavern?
And that it's the one Gavrus is sleeping it off in?
Or is it better if we wait to meet until tomorrow?
I didn't kill my father! Whoever said that is a liar.
Revised on account of New Information (+3 on Korvosa related checks)
Gavrus He might be a drunken bruiser, but he had the sense to quit the guard. And he's lost his family, poor man. I know how that is.
Eleazer That's the one who says Gaedren framed him for murder. Definitely someone to talk to.
Timerus He was under Lamm's thumb once, too. A dangerous friend for a thief to have, but still....
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 This guy sems to have it in for Lamm, though he's a little bit delusional about it. If he weren't so ... law-and-order-y ... we might be able to make something happen.
First, to roll (I'm going to cry if either of these come up 20s):
Gavrus 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13That drunk bruiser. Did I hear he used to be a guard?
Eleazer 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18That's him. The one who probably got away with murder because of his family.
and me...
Knowledge Local DC 10:
You've seen her around. She was just another bottom-feeder, strung out on shiver.
Knowledge Local DC 15:
She turned up about two years ago, with some story about a murdered father. Didn't take long before she figured out everyone's heard that one before.
Knowledge Local DC 20:
You hear she got herself off shiver after spending a week lost in the vaults. Supposedly Gaedren Lamm thought she was dead of an overdose and dumped her down a hole.
Ten gold, the fat merchant had taken for her father's rapier. She only vaguely remembered selling it to him when the sickness was on her. He had given her a single gold coin, but that had been enough for her to get a dose of shiver from Gaedren Lamm. Was that the dose that dropped me in the vaults, or was it some other dose, later?
That had been a hell of its own. She had taken too much, gone straight from the sickness of needing shiver to a near coma from overdosing, and what had Lamm done? Had her hauled out and dumped in the vaults, with the rest of Korvosa's refuse. She had woken there, in the dark, laying in a pile of filth, and all she could think of was getting more of the drug.
In a terrible way, she was fortunate that the vaults were such a maze. She didn't know how many days she spent crawling around in the darkness, looking for a way out, but it was long enough for the sickness of need to pass. It left her weak, and she felt the loss of her father as though it had been two days instead of two years earlier. The drug had not taken the pain away, it only delayed it.
When she finally crawled into the light, she was changed. Her grief was a knife that gave her the strength to resist temptation. Two years she had given to the drug, afraid to face it, and let her father's killer walk free and carefree. She would find him, but she knew she was far too weak to take her revenge, so she set about strengthening herself.
To grow strong meant finding food and shelter. That meant finding coin, but Glimoril felt no qualms at all stealing from the shiver dealers who had gladly taken her coin and fed her poison. There were plenty to choose from. When she was able to face him, she went to her father's old friend, Perishial Kalissreavil, to ask his help. He gave her a bow and some old leathers, but there was doubt in his eyes. She had a vague memory of visiting him when she was taking shiver.
"Whatever I did," she said. "I will make right."
He had said nothing, but she left feeling that she would have to prove herself to him. The first step would be to retrieve her father's sword. The fat merchant had sold it for ten gold to some young would-be fencer from Threemast Street in East Shore. She found him and followed him, watching from the shadows for three days. In that time, despite a lot of tough talk among his friends, she saw he was a harmless enough young man.
She let himself in through a window and took the rapier. In its place she left a gold ring that she had taken from a shiver dealer. It seemed a reasonable trade. It was a step towards repairing the harm she had done to her honor.
She found a tavern and bought a flagon of wine, and wondered if she was ready to go after Hallen yet, but there was one other thing. Dumping her in the vaults for dead had been the last, but not the worst offense Gaedren Lamm had given her when she was in the grip of shiver. None of the dealers were kind souls, but Lamm had taken a particular delight in abusing the addicts who came to him in desperation. He would have to answer.
Glimoril was born in Mierani, but at a young age, she began to join her father in his travels. Many elves were scattered across Varisia and the lands nearby, and they missed the things from home. Eledim traded the products of Mierani with the elves in other towns, and he brought his young daughter on his journeys in hopes of satisfying her seemingly endless curiosity.
On these journeys, she learned that it was often better not to ask questions. She would explore the homes they visited at night, discovering secrets that had little importance to anyone but a child. The only time she was ever caught was when they shared a camp with a man named Hallen. She was searching through his pack, out of curiosity, when she felt the edge of a knife press against her throat.
She tried to explain, but the man was determined that she had meant to steal from him. Hallen's anger woke her father, who came with his sword ready, and persuaded Hallen to release the girl. When it was discovered that nothing had been stolen, Glimor and his daughter made ready to leave, but the human was unsatisfied. He attacked, and Glimor fought him off, wounding his leg. Then Glimor and Glimoril rode away.
Weeks later, they were approaching Korvosa with a delivery for Perishial Kalissreavil, when an arrow appeared in her father's back. Glimor turned to face the enemy, and the next arrow took him in the chest. He died before he reached Hallen, and Glimoril watched Hallen ride away, laughing.
Glimoril found her way into the city, and it wasn't long before she discovered the cure to her grief. The drug called shiver gave her beautiful dreams, and for two years she was a slave to shiver. It was only when she overdosed, and a dealer named Gaedren Lamm dumped her for dead in the Vaults that she was able to free herself of it. After the brutal withdrawal, she slowly began to undo the damage that she did under the influence of the drug. She fed herself by stealing from dealers and others who exploited addicts, and recently was able to steal back her father's rapier from the man she had sold it to for a pathetic fraction of its worth. Soon, she will be ready to confront Gaedren, and then she will begin her search for Hallen.
crunch:
Glimoril
Elf Rogue 1
CG Medium Humanoid (elf)
Init +5; Senses low-light vision; Perception +6
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +3 Dex, +1 dodge)
hp 9 (1d8)
Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune sleep; Resist elven immunities
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Rapier +2 (1d6+2/18-20/x2)
Ranged Longbow +3 (1d8/x3)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 16, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 11, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 16
Feats Dodge
Traits Drug Addict (Personal), Reactionary
Skills Acrobatics +7, Appraise +6, Bluff +4, Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +7, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +6 (+7 to locate traps), Profession (merchant) +4, Sleight of Hand +7, Stealth +7, Use Magic Device +4 Modifiers silent hunter
Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Sylvan
SQ trapfinding +1
Other Gear Leather armor, Longbow, Rapier, Thieves' tools, 110 GP
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Special Abilities
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Elven Immunities +2 save bonus vs Enchantments.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Silent Hunter Reduce Steath penalty for moving by -5, can make Stealth checks while running (at -20 - includes reduced penalty).
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.
Glimoril was born in Mierani, but at a young age, she began to join her father in his travels. Many elves were scattered across Varisia and the lands nearby, and they missed the things from home. Eledim traded the products of Mierani with the elves in other towns, and he brought his young daughter on his journeys in hopes of satisfying her seemingly endless curiosity.
On these journeys, she learned that it was often better not to ask questions. She would explore the homes they visited at night, discovering secrets that had little importance to anyone but a child. The only time she was ever caught was when they shared a camp with a man named Hallen. She was searching through his pack, out of curiosity, when she felt the edge of a knife press against her throat.
She tried to explain, but the man was determined that she had meant to steal from him. Hallen's anger woke her father, who came with his two-handed elven blade ready, and persuaded Hallen to release the girl. When it was discovered that nothing had been stolen, Glimor and his daughter made ready to leave, but the human was unsatisfied. He attacked, and Glimor fought him off, wounding his leg. Then Glimor and Glimoril rode away.
Weeks later, they were approaching Korvosa with a delivery for Perishial Kalissreavil, when an arrow appeared in her father's back. Glimor turned to face the enemy, and the next arrow took him in the chest. He died before he reached Hallen, and Glimoril watched Hallen ride away, laughing.
Glimoril found her way into the city, and it wasn't long before she discovered the cure to her grief. The drug called shiver gave her beautiful dreams, and for two years she was a slave to shiver. It was only when she overdosed, and a dealer named Gaedren Lamm dumped her for dead in the Vaults that she was able to free herself of it. After the brutal withdrawal, she slowly began to undo the damage that she did under the influence of the drug. She fed herself by stealing from dealers and others who exploited addicts, and recently was able to steal back her father's curveblade from the man she had sold it to for a pathetic fraction of its worth. Soon, she will be ready to confront Gaedren, and then she will begin her search for Hallen.
and
crunch:
Glimoril
Elf Rogue (Scout, Swashbuckler) 1
CG Medium Humanoid (elf)
Init +6; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +4 Dex, +1 dodge)
hp 9 (1d8)
Fort +1, Ref +6, Will +2; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune sleep; Resist elven immunities
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Elven curve blade +2 (1d10+3/18-20/x2)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 17
Feats Dodge
Traits Forlorn, Indomitable Faith, Reactionary
Skills Acrobatics +8, Appraise +5, Bluff +6, Climb +6, Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +8, Perception +7, Sense Motive +5, Stealth +8
Languages Common, Draconic, Elven
SQ elven magic
Other Gear Leather armor, Elven curve blade, Thieves' tools, 70 GP
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Special Abilities
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Elven Immunities +2 save bonus vs Enchantments.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Elven Magic +2 to spellcraft checks to determine the properties of a magic item.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.
I played as a guest in one session of this AP a long time ago, and always wanted more of it.
A bit more sniffing through the player's guide before her story appears, but I would like to introduce Glimoril.
