Haroon smiles and pulls out Terendrelev's Scale of Glittering, blasting the four men closest to the door.
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Recalling the instructions from Staunton Vhane's recovered letter to Hosilla, Haroon nods to the men in turn and says in a measured turn, Good day gentlemen, I've new material for the archives.
Why don't you come with me and we'll do what business we can with the merchants here, Mordan? For some reason, people tend to take more kindly to you than me... With Greylocke's aid, Haroon sells off what he can as quickly as he can. He also leaves behind some of his possessions after asking Kimroth, Are the room rates the same, or is there a special for demon hunters? in jest.
Fair enough, good luck to her. 4670.65 gp divided five ways is 934.13.
Then we must not delay. Let's outfit ourselves as best we can, leave whatever we do not need here, and strike quickly. Which will be the easiest and fastest to reach, the Nyserian Manor, Topaz Solutions, or the Tower of Estrod?
Sounds good. We'll sell off everything that's unclaimed except for the potions and scrolls. One other question. Is Ginger still with us? She hasn't posted in over a month.
Ok, I added up the stuff on the treasure list. Sales price would be 4670.65 gp. Split 6 ways that comes to 778.44 gp each. I also added up the value of the treasure that everyone has claimed so far, and, surprise surprise, I've got the most stuff, barring Valtyra, who's holding onto an artifact. Anyway, a good chunk (860 gp) of that stuff is spellbooks, which I'm happy to sell once Haroon is high enough level to copy all the spells in them. The other issue is that scroll of dimensional lock, an 8th level spell, so it's got a resale value of 1,500 gp, which would bump everyone's share by 250 gp. If you guys want that one sold, I'm ok with it, but that sort of treasure seems like it's been given so it can be used at some point, if I can be a little meta about it. Anyway, look over the treasure sheet, let me know if I missed anything, and let me know how you'd like me to proceed. So far we've got one vote for sell everything but the potions, and one for sell everything but the potions and scrolls. I tend to agree with the latter option.
Welcome back, thanks for updating. If the rest of you guys want to look over the Treasure Doc and let me know if there's anything else you would like for your character before I figure out the money we can get for selling stuff. I figure that if it's magical we hold onto it, unless absolutely no one wants it/it can't be used. Like the ring of climbing, can be used by everyone and can get passed around, so I'd say we should keep it. Anyway, look it over, post here or PM me and I'll try to get it taken care of ASAP.
Haroon shrugs and stifles a belch, eyes opening in alarm at his lack of manners. I c..c..c...can't speak for the others he stammers, but I will lend what aid I can to driving these demon scum from the city. He makes sure to show Irabeth the tabards, unholy symbols and prayer book of Baphomet recovered from under the city, but retains the letter from Staunton Vhane to Hosilla, unsure whether to reveal that the group had recovered Radiance as well. He avails himself to any magical healing available, grateful that it does not require that he disrobe and reveal the fiendish taint of his blood.
Yeah, definitely stay safe out there, we'll be here when you get back.
Haroon breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of the inn, and is even more heartened by the warm welcome. Despite a slight scrambling of his wits, he still keeps his cloak clutched tight, and Obregon hops out to perch on his shoulder, keeping watch behind the slight young man. Haroon bows to Irabeth, Haroon Falstaff, at your service. Your wife is a brave woman. You two look very happy together. Has there been much fighting here? What news of the city? Glad to be back, Kimroth he says with a tired grin, that lights up to a genuine smile at the sight of hot food, A feast! The young wizard tucks in, filling a plate nearly as large as his head and cramming food into his mouth before he is even seated. Obregon hops down and begins pecking at a stray breadcrust. In between bites, Haroon fills out Oliver's story a bit. The caverns were dark, and deadly, beasts and beast-men and cultist crusaders dogged our every step, but we managed to make it out together. We found some disturbing news as well, but also a bit of hope in the darkness.
I'll take the first watch, Haroon volunteers. Well, really, it will be Obregon. He strokes the raven's head as it pops out of the hood of his cloak. [b]He's better at spotting things anyway, and he can tell me if he sees any trouble.
I wouldn't mind spending the night here. We might be able to make it to the inn before night-fall, but with all the chaos in the city, all it would take would be a bit of bad luck and we could find ourselves in a bad way. Haroon gazes at the sturdy walls of the library and then a bit longingly at the stacks of books. We should be safe here, although it probably wouldn't hurt to set a watch. And, after a full night's sleep and some time to prepare new magic, I'll be much more useful to the rest of you. Assuming the group agrees to stay the night: Haroon studies Millorn's Spellbook, the Blackwing Spellbook, and the scroll of identify. Millorn's Spellbook
As the wretch runs off, Haroon turn to the others. The Defender's Heart then?
Awesome! Post pics?
A clean death is better than he deserves, but that's what I'd give him. There will be plenty of fire where he's going.
Haroon shakes his head at Fenna. Do not stoop to their level. Our decency is what separates us from the demons and their pawns. Turning to the crusader, Haroon hefts his crossbow. Well, do you have anything to say in your own defense? Any reason that we should not condemn you to death for breaking your vows, betraying the city, and seeking to burn these people alive?
My thanks for your kind offer, Fenna, but I do not believe that my companions are willing to wait that long. I'll buy whatever inks and materials you're willing to spare me and remember the kindness. Haroon frowns at the still nameless traitor, Bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and led by a halter, I'd say. If we're going to transport him, let there be no chance of him betraying us to others of his ilk, or the foul creatures that yet remain in this city, although I truly do not see the need. The punishment of his crimes is death, and whether we administer it here, or wait for some authority to do it makes no difference. It would be quicker to end his miserable life here, and a kinder death than he had planned for these goodfolk.
So, what do you guys want to do next? Check out Hargus' manor? Head to the Defender's Heart? Sam, I know you wanted to head back to the Square where we originally fell down into the tunnels. I'm down to one spell and three acid blobs. I've probably got one or two fights left, after that, it's crossbow bolts and harsh language. We don't need to rest here at the library, but it's not a bad spot. if you guys want to press on, I'll just buy some scribing stuff and do that hopefully at the Defender's Heart. I've also divvy'd up the coin in the treasure doc. Everyone got 64gp, 6sp, 6cp, with 1cp left over.
Haroon frowns as the tieflings flee. Give us all a bad name... he grumbles to himself. He also has a look at the dessicated worm, and even tucks a small sample into his belt pouch.
He looks over at the false crusader. What should we do with this one?
With fiendish quickness, Haroon retrieves the mad dwarven wizard's scroll with his tail, and reading it aloud, moves forward to touch the false crusader.
Books are for reading, not whatever it is you're planning on doing with them. Haroon takes a cautious step back from the doorway and channels the magic of Terendelev's Scale of Glittering to burst into the room.
Haroon gently pats Aravashnial on the back, then lends him a hand to help him back to his feet. Sam's right, although I was always under the impression that squires should be courteous in word and deed. Haroon shakes his head and curls his lip into a small frown at the gunslinger. Regardless, any survivors may have left some clue as to their fates inside the structure, or in the surrounding buildings. We will search them, and find what clues we may.
As if I'd waste my spells on vermin like these. Besides, they're all too spread out, and I'm running low on incantations.
Haroon moves forward and takes a swing at the rat menacing Sam.
My father disappeared beyond the wardstones into the Worldwound more than a month ago. I'm not sure if he's alive or dead either... Haroon looks down, and then back up at Sam. I hope we find your Sir Enoch. A miracle wouldn't go amiss right about now.
Anyone want to do some IC RP in the Flex Time Thread while we wait for GM Striker?
Sorry to hear that Sam, I hope she's ok.
Which way then, Oliver? Haroon asks. I admit, I don't know the city very well, and it's generally good to have a plan, but with Kenabres so devastated, it might be better to hold off on our decision-making until we have more information. Blackwing is closest, and the Riftwardens might have survived with their magics, and have good information for us as we make our way. Haroon looks around once more, jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs. Whichever way we go, let's move quickly. Our odds aren't very good on the move, but they have to be better than standing still.
Haroon stays close to the others, trying to look every way at once.
I guess the square's as good a place as any to start looking for the remnants of the Eagle Watch. Hopefully they find us before anything else does, Haroon adds with a shiver, before adjusting his cloak to ensure that the wings and tail that proclaim his fiendish heritage remain well hidden.
Haroon nods, We wouldn't have gotten very far without sticking together, so there's no reason to split up now. What is it you need to do, Sam? Haroon stays silent on the matter of Hargus. Raising the dead is no simple matter, if there's even anyone left here who could do it, he thinks to himself. I wonder why Sam feels so beholden to Hargus. Maybe they knew each other before the attack on Kenabres.
Anevia, do you think the Eagle Watch may have survived all this? Maybe we could find them an join forces Haroon says with a glimmer of hope. When Aravshnial seems interested in the Tower of Estrod, Haroon takes a moment to speak with him about it. What is the Tower of Estrod? A watch post of some sort?
Haroon stands agog at the destruction of Kenabres. Oh gods above, he whispers, it's... gone. They've destroyed it! Somehow the Wardstone failed... Those damned Templars! He covers his face with his hand, and then clenches it into a fist as he looks up.
Haroon smacks his forehead. Of course! Anevia and Aravashnial, and the goodfolk who guided us here! Haroon scurries back to Valtyra to fetch them, cloak kicking up to reveal his tail as he hastens downward.
Haroon pours a potion of cure light wounds down Oliver's throat.
Once the group reaches the ladders, Haroon looks up an swallows noisily. The surface! We're almost there! What do you think it's like above? They must have fought off the demon invaders by now, right? he asks no one in particular.
GM: I'd like to try to grab Oliver and pull him away from the Dretch. Not sure how much I can do in one round. What do you think?
Haroon moves into the corridor and looks at Sam with exasperation. Oliver can't fall back. He's fallen beneath those claws!
Haroon waves Oliver past him and moves forward, further illuminating the maze with his lights. What is it, Valtyra? he calls out.
Haroon moves up and sends his torches to the first turn in the labyrinth.
Haroon tries the iron key in the lock.
Almost wishing he hadn't shed light on the grisly scene, Haroon curls his lip into a frown. Unable to reconcile the necessity of the violence with the gruesome display, he settles for a quiet Well, that was quick. He picks his way through the mayhem and stands ready near the iron door.
Haroon illuminates the area with dancing lights so everyone can see.
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