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Ashbek goes back to the inn to drown his sorrow at not being able to smash a door down.

It's been fun playing with you guys

Well, that's a shame, I really liked this campaign.

Old Redeye wrote:

Redeye glares. "That weren't necessary, y'id'yits! We cen't jus' bash in the ders left 'n right, we gotta sneak er we may jus' make things worse!"

"Why don'y you tell that to her dead body when we find out we are too late? Now come on we need to hurry!"

Redeye's eyes narrow. "Ye...ye watch thet, berbari'n. Ye don' knew 'ow thin's work 'ere. I been 'ere for years. So ye'll leave tha thenkin' ta those 'o know what ther talkin' 'bout."

Redeye glares. "That weren't necessary, y'id'yits! We cen't jus' bash in the ders left 'n right, we gotta sneak er we may jus' make things worse!"

Real life has been a real pain over the past two weeks, anyway...

So, here is the map. I trust you not to metagame too much in choosing your route. Presume all doors are closed and so you have to try each one if you want to open it.

Which room are we in?

Redeye will approach from the back of the group.

The door opens quietly, revealing a roughly circular shaped shop where customers can browse the various glassware produced here. Bottles, windowpanes, and glasswork art are the primary contents.

There are two exits visible, both are currently closed. The main entrance is at the south of the room. Both exits are behind the counter. One is at the east of the room and the other is south-east of the room.

I'll link a map later.

Redeye nods. "Somethin's up. Warriors first, though the south entrance."

Tashik already rolled a disable device check when he was checking the door out. It was for disabling a trap, but since there are none, can we use that check to open lock (same skill)? It'll help speed things up a little.

Oh, right, forgot they merged the skills.

You knock politely on the 'front door' but there is no reply. A quick check reveals the door is locked.

Redeye nods gravely. "Right, sneaky fella, go 'head, we don't wanna make a scene."

"Umm, on second thought, before we go in should we maybe notify the Watch as to what's going on? In case we need some back-up?" Aylmora suggests.

Redeye hesitates, then shakes his head. "I think keepin' this quite's the best plan 'ere. 'f this got out, I think it'd make things diff'cult fer the Kajitsus. 'Sides, this shouldn't be too herd, 't's not like he's a crime boss, 'e's jus' one 'alf-elf. E'en wit' a few frien's, we oughta be able to take'im."

Apologies, missed all of yesterday in its entirety it would appear!

"Hmmm....I know a thing 'r two 'bout traps, let me have a look at this door...see what I can find...But first, let me don my 'gear'." Tashik mumbles a few word, and moves his fingers around in an arcane gesture; as he completes the spell and relaxes his posture a blue glow shimmers down his body before disappearing as Mage Armor envelopes his body.
Tashik moves up to the door area, taking his time and examining every area of the door.
Taking 20 for a 27 to find traps; if I do find a trap 1d20+10 to disable. If there is no trip, or if I disabled it: "Seems to be clean, I'll knock all nermal like," Tashik says with a chuckle, "if no one opposes, of course."

Redeye looks annoyed. "When I mentioned a trap, I din't mean a lit'ral one. I don't think he'd trap the derr. It's out in the open."

"Ways to get in?" Inquires Cuu, "Just that door?"

Redeye shakes his head. "Nay. We can't berge in. Trap may be sprung, but 'e's 'ad time to reset it. See tha' chimney? Thet either means ther's workers in 'ere, er some'un else. This'll require finesse. So 'ere's what we'll do: We knock nermal like, at the deliv'ry . 'f knock the special way, he'll re'lize 'e's been caught. We see who answers. If it's a half-elf, we get 'im. 'fits a worker, we ask some questions. 'fits nobody, then we berge 'n."

"Since we know this is a trap, what's our plan? Should we do some quick scouting around the place, or just burst right in?" Aylmora asks as the group of heroes hurriedly makes its way to the Glassworks.

Redeye shakes his head. "Y' don't shut the bern door after the cows 'r out. Trap must've sprung." He pauses. "'l the sem, bes' be careful. We'll see 'bout a mer 'laborate plan when we get there."

Redeye picks up his staff and follows. He steps outside, then shouts in pain. "Fergot my hat!" He runs back inside, rubbing his scalp tenderly. "Wher's the bloody thin'?" he mutters, looking about. Finding it, he puts it on carefully and goes back outside. He seems a lot more unhappy than usual, which is of course saying a lot.

Redeye's expression darkens additionally. "Her brother?"

Aylmora's jaw drops at Old Redeye's last (accent-less) statement.

"Excuse me," she murmurs as she recovers her composure, standing and following after the distraught dwarf.

Finding the dwarf wizard standing outside, she approaches cautiously. "Wise One?" she asks respectfully. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you? I'd like to help."

The dwarf is taking deep breaths, shuffling a harrow deck with amazing speed. He holds up a card, not seeming to hear her question. "This card. What is it?"

"I say Bruthazmus," says Cuu, giving Senuset a much appreciated nod for his herbs, "He friends with all goblins, so he must know something. Beat the truth out of him!"

Redeye pounds the table in frustration. "I doubt 'e'll know 'ny mer than the other gob'ins, ye 'diot ha'-erc! As I said, he ain't ambitious 'nough to be tha rin'leader, an' he ain't got the connections ta be abl' ta fin' 'nythin' much worth wishin' fer!"

Tashik idly plays with his hands while half-mumbling, half-humming some goblin song he'd heard long ago, Goblins chew and goblins bite....Goblins cut and goblins fight..Goblins race and goblins jump...goblins slash and goblins bump....

Tashik snickers at a few of the rules Shalelu list. Addressing the group with a sly grin, Tashik introduces himself, "Oye! We's be fightin' Gobos, then? Dem's tricky bastards, need to be taught a lesson for their assault on Sandpoint, as I understand it. "

The albino dwarf nods. "Yeh. They've a lo' ta answer fer." He tips his hat further down over his eyes, eying a nearby window with distaste. "Them windows," he mutters, "aughta be filled in. Way too danjruss."

Return to the Hagfish?

Actually, red eyes are somewhat common with albinos. He wears the hat to protect against the light. Of course, Senuset may not know this, but I just thought it worth pointing out. :P

Old Redeye wrote:

The man looks at him, appearing utterly bewhildered. "I--wha--of curse I ain't a vampir'!" he blusters.

"Oh! Of course not, my apologies" He speaks his next sentence slowly while quickly jotting some notes down in a journal. "You... certainly... are... 'not'... a... vampire. Now then, what can I do for you?"

The dwarf glares. "I ain't 'ny sert o' undead!"

Old Redeye wrote:

Redeye notices the man's holy symbol of Pharasma. "Reckon thet's 'im," he says to the others. He quickly moves over to the man, seeming both anxious to get out of the crowd and nervous about going near the necromancer.

Senuset sees a strange creature approach. A dwarf with skin and hair which are completely white, with bright red eyes. He has a hunchback, and wears an incredibly wide-brimmed hat which the filthy* man now tips up as he addresses him.
"'Scuse me," he says, "Y'a nehcromencer?"
*Yep, I had to do that. :P

Senuset looks up as he brings a napkin up to dab his mouth, and freezes mid-dab. He looks quizzically at Redeye and raises one eyebrow, slowly taking in all the details. "I am." He pulls out a monocle from his vest pocket and peers closely at the grime on Redeye "And It's quite fortunate you found me - your condition does appear to be quite serious. Tell me, how recently did you rise?"

He mutters softly under his breath "midday, so he can't be a vampire..."
:)

The man looks at him, appearing utterly bewhildered. "I--wha--of curse I ain't a vampir'!" he blusters.

Senuset is at a table by the wall. He is oblivious to the initial commotion, as he is praying intently over his food (casting Purify Food and Drink several times)

Redeye notices the man's holy symbol of Pharasma. "Reckon thet's 'im," he says to the others. He quickly moves over to the man, seeming both anxious to get out of the crowd and nervous about going near the necromancer.

Aylmora Mvashti wrote:

Father, can you think of anyone in Sandpoint who might have any theories about what these villains who stole Father Tobyn’s remains could do with them?” she asks.

The priest shakes his head, sighing. "This is outside of my expertise."

He pauses for a moment and adds. "There is someone, perhaps. I don't want to get your hopes up but there is a visitor who has knowledge of death magic. That may not be enough, but it's more than I can offer. He was staying at the Hagfish I believe. I can't remember a name but he has a blond ponytail."

He shrugs as a form of apology. "May you have every success in your ventures. I have a feeling Sandpoint will need its heroes even more now."

Redeye groans. "Eh, great. A nehcromencer. Alrigh', may as well ge' it o'er wit'."

Redeye glares at the priest. "We weren't s'posed to be tellin' anybo'y, 't the sh'riff's request. Could causa stir. But tha girl 'ere's tellin' ye 'nyways, so guess ther's no 'elpin' it. Jus' keepitt qui't."

I'm afraid that some health issues that looked like they were minor last week spiked up badly enough that it has required some hospital time towards the end of last week. Right now, I'm not totally sure where things stand in that regard, whether I am going to be back on my feet in a relatively short time or if I'm mostly going to be out of comission for a while.

Unfortunately, either way it means I will probably be off the boards for a few weeks at least or maybe longer. There is nothing life threatening for folks to be worried about, but I'm all drugged up while I'm dealing with this and it makes it really hard to put together coherant thoughts(this post has already taken forever to try and make myself focus to get through it).

I've really enjoyed all my PbPs and hopefully you all understand my disapearance and accept my apology.

No apology is necessary. It was fun playing with you. Good luck.

I'ma postin' fer my dot.

Old Redeye stares at her for a long moment, apparently amazed. "Ye--how--hmm." He hesitates, then nods. "'Right, 'll come. 'Aven't any gold ta buy with, but, ehm, might wanna talk to Zantus a-bit.

Aylmora - I'll deal with your shopping list over the next 24 hours - when I can devote the proper time to it...

Shalelu looks at Old Redeye and shakes her head. "I'm sorry if I confused you. I meant more than a hundred between all of the tribes. Maybe two hundred at most. But if you count out the young and old ones, and factor in the mistrust of each other, I doubt anyone could convince them to commit all of their forces to one strike - leaving their homes defenseless. They'd each suspect a trick or actually use the plan to actually take over another's camp."

Redeye nods. "Hmm. A'right, then." He gets up, apparently also ready to go.

Shalelu shrugs her shoulders. "Numbers are difficult to judge. Goblins live short and somewhat violent lves. Between the five tribes, you can rest assured we are talking hundreds, not tens of goblins."

"It's not much of an answer but to get close enough to count them all would be a foolhardy task."

"'Ang on. 'Undreds? 'Kay, let's say thet each tribe 'as two 'undred goblins. 'F theh focused'll ther' forces 'n a single town, couldn't 'ey easily overrun us?"

The dwarf looks up from his Harrow deck, which he had been fidgeting with the entire meeting. "'Ang on. 'Ow big er these tribes, then? 'Ow many goblins in 'em?"

I think I'm done! Wizards are fast to upgrade.

Aylmora Mvashti wrote:

The young girl gives the large half-orc a resounding slap to the side of his face.

Hahaha I am sorry, but at least the thread's going again.

"No exit?...I wonder how that thing got in here..."

Redeye shrugs. "Prob'y snuck 'n wehll tha raid 'as 'appenin'. Dug a 'ole in the closet an' 'id for the 'ole time."He stands up straight. "Wake!" he suddenly barks. The 'cards' ride up and enter the staff. He turns. "Time to go," he says. "I reckon we done 'nuff damage 'ere. An' get ridda the goblin!"

Redeye nods. "Arright, botha ya. C'mon, I'm gonna put a quick st'pta this."
He walks into the closet, and raises his staff. "Be still," he says softly, to nobody in particular. Out of the orb on his staff floats a ghostly harrow deck, which he snatches out of the air and starts dealing.
Five Harrow cards fly out, and sink, coming to rest in the hole, floating in a circle. Each bears the likeness of a jester. They shift about swiftly, faint streaks of color following them like smoke after torches.
He rests his staff on the doorframe and slowly leans his head in, looking about in the burrow.

Casting Hypnotism with my staff. Hope the description wasn't too wordy.
Perception check(untrained) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Sorry about your husband Mrs. Barett."

Groan...good thing I have a bad Charisma myself, or I would hit you. :P

Are our big strongmen having trouble with a goblin? I was vanguishing my foe until its father came home.

[Don't look at me, it wasn't my idea to have these two go first.

I'd just like to say, Abstract XP, I really like how you're tying everything together so that everything happens at once. It's really making things more interesting. :P
Redeye swears. "Ge' Ald'rghest outta there! I'd 'ate to 'afta bring 'im backin pieces!"

"Right. Sterv'l guy, go 'n ther' an' kill 'nything that's shorter 'an me," Redeye says grimly.
If you don't understand who he's talking to, he's saying 'Storval guy', referring to Ashbek (from the Storval Plateau).

Redeye seems a little bit relieved. "I see," he says. "Right, we'd better go o'er there an' check 't out. 'f ther's a goblin still loose it could cause a lot o' trouble."

No sooner has Sapere left, than a woman enters the inn. She has clearly been crying and she has a baby clutched to her chest and a small boy is standing next to her, holding her hand.

She scans the room and, seeing Cuu, Ashbek and Old Redeye, she moves quickly in your direction.

"Please you have to help me," is all she manages before she is overcome with tears.

Redeye stands up. "What's the matter, woman?" he asks. He seems very nervous.

Cuu elbows Ashbek and tilts his head toward Sapere's direction, "Can't believe boldy's getting some action before us!"

Redeye cokcs his head. "Eh?" he asks quietly. "Ain't she just askin' fer help wit' sump'in?"

Sapere gives a small nod of his head, the way the barbarian speaks of his home genuinely resonating with him on some level. "This makes sense. I have heard that great fires burn there as well."

He looks to Cuu and gives a slight smile, thoughts of this making him homesick. "I am from Westcrown, in distant Cheliax. It is a great city and holds echoes of even greater times."

Redeye raises an eyebrow. "The devil worshipers? Thought y' worshiped a god."

Old Redeye is sitting in the tavern. When he sees the group enter he looks at them moodily. "Those boars look pulv'rized. 'ad fun?"

Sapere will consider and go up the grey horse. "I will call you Twilight, your shadow is the same as the city of my home. Your name should match."

Somehow I feel dirty just using that name.

If only I'd been here. I could have given the horse an offensive name like 'Iori'. :D

I SO have to play a goblin in RotL some time. It'd make everything pretty interesting, especially this scene.

The following morning, Aldern Foxglove is up bright and early and looks to rouse the group into accompanying him.

As a roll-call, who is going to present themselves for going on the boar-hunt?

Will it upset the adventure too much if I don't go? Only going on it doesn't fit his personality, especially since he suspects that Foxglove would rather kill the boar 'the old fashioned way'. I'm fine without the xp, but will it confuse everything too much? I can salways come up with a reason, if it will.

The dwarf looks uncomfortable. "I, um, I'm vegetarian." He says this while nibbling a piece of chicken.

"Goivins too stupid for atak...goivins has helpers!" Says Cuu as he interrupts the conversation of the "smart" folks, "Ask goivin boss tomorrow. Cuu stomach hungry!"

For having an INT of 18 and WIS of 16, I am surprised that Old Redeye hasn't figured out who the villain is and solve the whole mystery already. But no worries, I'll keep Cuu's vocabulary to that of a 5-year old for the rest of the game.

[ooc]He doesn't have to talk horribly, but the way he was talking indicated more of a college professor than a slightly thuggish barbarian.

"Is there a way to track the body snatchers? Cause if there ain't one, and we have no suspects, then all we have going is this." Says Cuu, holding up the small silver earring for everyone to see, hoping it would spark perhaps a hint of recognition. "Unless...we go ask the local goblins. Sheriff, does these pests have a well-known hideout? Like a cave or something? And how much does the town pay for pest control?"

The dwarf sighs. "Ev'n if there is a buncha goblins, I don't think they'd 'ave any clue 'bout this. Or 'bout anything."

Sapere nods at the dwarf. "Yes, I suspect there could be many rites that involve a priests body, or even the body of one who dies tragically such as in a fire. Sheriff, was the cause of the fire ever determined? Was it an accident, or was it sparked purposefully? The theft of the body occurring on the five year anniversary of the fire does seem truly convenient."

He stops and considers for a moment."Did the priest have any enemies that you may have known about, Sheriff? Someone who may have wished him dead, or who may wish to deny his soul its final rest either as an undead or by using his body in some foul rite."

A small chuckle escapes the cleric for an instant and a slight smirk crosses his face. "Of course for all we know about the situation, perhaps the priest has a mysterious benefactor who is seeking to return this Tobyn to life and needed the body to do so and simply didn't know how to ask."

"It's been five years, monk. Ain't many who 'ave the power ta bring 'em back from that long. An' seems an awf'ly big coincidence it happens at the same time as this raid. An' none 'o 'ave any wish ta raise this guy'd also be willin' to get people kill'd. O' course, he musta been a priest, so..." He shrugs.

"Of course!" Aylmora exclaims as she remembers. "Aunt Niska told me about Father Tobyn. He was the priest at the Chapel before it burned down five years ago. He was killed in the fire, correct?" she asks Sheriff Hemlock.

OOC: By the way, I will be away from the internet until Sunday evening. Abstract, please feel free to NPC Aylmora until then. Thanks, and everyone have a great weekend!

The dwarf raises an eyebrow. "Hmf. If that's true, then there 're more motives. I know li'l 'bout 'ndead, but a priest's body's gotta have some power. An' a priest might have more enemies than most, 'specially among those who might be willin' ta rob a grave. 'Specially 'mong those who'd 'ave the power ta make graverobbin' a real revenge."