Silian d'Thuranni's page

I will continue the game, things have just been really really hectic. My car engine blew on Friday and work has been uber crazy this week. As soon as I can I will go over things and pick up from where Twi left off.

Would you prefer Silian to float along as an NpC or fade out?

Well I would hate to leave the story hanging and/or abandon the Lady Cannith.

~hugs~ Always here if you need anything, hun.

Would you guys like to continue the game or is this where we part ways?

"Well airship is the fastest route, usually. Though I prefer the sea..."

Smiling, Silian grabs the stool Zad's feet are propped up upon to set himself down, disrupting his reading. "We will be heading out shortly, it seems we have an opportunity to see the skies at the behest of an employer."

"Aye, it caused a lot of grief, put an entire nation out of homes, created strange things I have only heard tell of in stories around a tavern... but at least it scattered the power of House Cannith and kept those Makers from gaining even more advantage over everyone else." Hood back up, Silian leaves the Ghallanda-ran inn, a smirk on his face as he looks at the mayhem. "Back to the Mirror. After you, loves."

Back to the Mirror to make a show of traveling by airship, discussing our route and what scenery we will encounter freely as we walk back through the towers and bridges to get to our current base.

"We have a letter of credit for both Houses... so that's not a bad idea."

Silian nods in agreement to Akasha's whistle. "The goblin lands and the Mournland? Foul travels indeed. Fortunately I still have the cryptic map from within the vault when we went below Sharn, it may prove useful as well." Silian allows the others to peruse the gifts and resources. "We should make way to leave, but especially leave this tavern before our welcome is overstayed with the kobold blood seeping into the floorboards. Seems we need to book passage with either airship or carriage and lightning rail... as far out as the rail reaches before the lines are broken by the Mournland. Anyone have preferences to land or air travel? An airship might be faster, but land would draw less attention..."

"Shame, a little bit of notice and we could have had some of the patrons at the Mirror wear our faces to throw a false trail..."

While the soldiers look over the corpses, Silian casts a glance at Akasha as she peruses the contents of the backpack. He scans the table, and takes whatever bottles of spirits are left within arm's reach and slides them into his pack.

"Leaving the city? What was she on about?"

Silian fires an arrow at one of the remaining kobolds (Orange), and then directs the thundercloud to sizzle it also before it dissipates. "Jonah, that is racist," the elf's voice drips with sarcasm. "To think my companion, a holy messenger of the Sovereign Host, would diminish these poor diminished reptiles with such barbs."

Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Aggressive Thundercloud: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) = 8
DC 15 Reflex half

Quick, Syksy slice this messenger too :P

Silian lets the thundercloud continue to let lightning dance across the tallest foe, while he draws his bow and fires an arrow at one of the kobolds.

Shortbow vs Kobold G: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Aggressive Thundercloud vs Cutlass: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 6) = 12

"Correct me if I am wrong, but kobolds are made of flesh, right? Seems like these poor buggers are getting a raw deal."

According to this table, neither dropping the crossbow nor drawing the sword provoke, provided he has a BAB of +1, which I am presuming he does.

Do we recognize the voice?

"Well at least we've gotten the daily death threat out of the way..." Silian produces a charred twig, leveling it at the metallic flesh-hater like a wand or dowsing rod as he cants the spell to rain on its parade. A small gray cloud crackling with lightning manifests above the doorway.
Casting Aggressive Stormcloud above Cutlass (in its square)

Thundercloud: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 4) = 12
DC 15 Reflex for half

Silian takes the pack, and turns as the door bursts open. He doesn't even feign his sarcasm. "Oh no. Not the tavern." But his amusement is cut short as a quarrel buries into the Lady's arm. "Dammit."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Silian grunts as they enter the dogs-ran tavern, but remains silent until seeing the Lady. Pushing back his damp hood he greets her. "I wish I could say you are looking well."

Silian nods, "Fortunate that we were contacted when things went sour, but something is definitely on our heels. We should hurry, if the clerk knows your name, it is likely the assailants do too... before they just knew our faces, now they have viable information that they could use against us."

Silian gives a mock salute to Akasha, throws up the hood of his cloak and steps back outside into another beautiful day in Sharn.

Silian sighs, "This is why people are afraid of warforged, you know."

Silian looks at the sling stones, "Yeah, I doubt the pesky little kobolds could kick in the door like that... glad to see the Watch did such a bang up job." Silian turns to Rewyn, "Were you able to transcribe the message before it was taken? What do you remember, of the message or your attackers? If you need that arm looked at, I would be happy to help."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Silian steps inside, shaking his cloak at the entrance to keep as much from dripping as possible. "Yes, we had heard, actually. What kind of trouble, if we may ask?"

Taking his time, Silian looks around the message station, looking for missed details or more pieces to the puzzle, but is more focused on who kicked in the door.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Guys, he's signing in the rain :P

Silian looks up at the shattered door, trying to take in the scene.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

We're in Sharn and yet nobody has Investigate...

Silian furrows his brow, "We have until the evening to prepare. I would like to check the Sivis station, there might be clues as to who or what ransacked the place. Or better yet, witnesses. I am sure the Watch has scoured over it already, but since it is the Watch we can rely upon them missing clues." Silian adjusts his cloak. "Anyone care to join me? It beats attempting to stay dry or drinking away the day."

"I imagine more of this so-called Lord of Blades and his amazing followers after what we found... or they found out we didn't give the Lady everything. Either way, yes we should prepare for the worst." Silian half-shrugs.

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"They probably made the contraption that bred, hatched, and raised the owl... or maybe we aren't worth that much galifar to contact."

"As if a Cannith would ever do anything the easy way..."

We'll accept slightly skewed thoughts as well.

Silian spends the majority of his time at the Mirror, enjoying the company of others and doing the odd job for Aurora or his House within the city limits if things come up. Attending balls and continuing to see Ava when possible, and showing his dear friends fun times on the town.

Yes to the minis, Happy Mother's day to Twi, and you know I will always be here, and I appreciate this game that you started for me and your willingness to come back to it.

Fairly well for the most part, been enjoying the stay-at-home-dad routine, my son is 8 months old now and crawling everywhere, getting into everything.

I hope everyone is doing well.

I know that things are not fun for you right now, I am willing to wait, you gave me the benefit when I was out of net for a few months. I hope things get easier to manage.

Name the cat he stole from Jacob- Kamog ("Furry/fur" in Mabran)
Use speak with animals and Wild Empathy checks to convince said cat his name is Kamog now.
Assist Jonah with item creation if needed.
Enjoy the scandals of mixing 'marks in the bedroom.
Inquire if Aurora has any tasks/jobs.
Seek out Ava Thuranni at the Enclave to take to one of the Sharn Operas.
While at the Enclave, inquiring as to Vannevar's new assignment/use a sending stone to check in at home.
Attempt to hunt down and murder (or at least maim) Skakan in the Rat's Market.
Ask Jonah to take him to the Tharashk Enclave, find one of Jonah's green-skinned jhorgun'taal relatives that speaks the Orc language, paying them to deliver a message of Tava's end to the rat-catchers in Fallen, double his fee if he manages to bring back a certain she-elf's skull from the glass tower.

Silian thinks aloud, certain that she would hear either way, "I am not entirely sure that they are all hers... technically speaking. Aurora, among other things, may be a fence, and not the kind around graveyard perimeters..."

Silian smiles, "Yes I believe so. I am ready to head back to the Mirror and unwind. Aurora, thank you for letting us find your shop this evening... the insanity was well worth it tonight."

Moving to the main room, Silian unstrings Tava's belt pouch from his belt, and adds a few more galifars from another pouch before handing the entire pouch over to Aurora. He waits for Jonah to sign the ledger before adding his own signature next to his acquired wares. "So many things I did not realize I was looking for." Looking around the shop for the others, "Syksy, who are you speaking with?"

Silian looks over the wand with great intent and scrutiny, fascinated. "Thank you, Aurora. This will certainly come in handy... what is the total for the other items I had picked out?"

Silian ponders for a moment, "Some coin, offer of future errands or services, and this-" digging in his backpack he pulls out a set of artist's attire and masterwork tools. "Though perhaps not very valuable in of themselves, these belonged to a wretch of an artist, one whose lover we avenged... he will paint no more." The elf sets Jacob's tools and belongings upon a surface in front of him.

Charges: 1d50 ⇒ 7

Marveling at the wooden baton he asks softly aloud, "And what would you like for this trinket?"

Silian closes the book and with a grin trounces off to find the room, still annoyed, but growing more amused because of it.

Silian pushes aside a violet lock of hair as he reads, pursing his lips. Taking quill and ink he inscribes in the journal the same word that Aurora spoke to activate the previous feather token. He also writes, Will I find anything here that will grant me the power of a hi'gajutar-latagu... or anything to call a shadow-cat to me? He then closes the book but continues to hold onto it.

Exasperated, Silian throws up his arms and screams, "Sharn!" before storming back towards the shoppe, pulling the journal from his pack to peruse... and hoping the shop's door is still right behind him.

Silian's hand goes towards his backpack as his eyes go wide. "Damn it to Khyber." he mutters before rushing out of the shoppe quickly, searching the crossway and street for the mysterious book.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Silian shakes his head and picks up the replacement, holding on to both the feather and the whip. "Is the word for this one the same, or should I discover that for myself?"

Silian smiles. "Quite superior. I would like to add this to my purchases."

Artificial Intelligence. Just imagined Garotte sitting idly in the bottom of a pool/hot tub, underwater and just waiting for something to occur.

"He's taking some well deserved rest at a spa." Syksy cheerily replies.

My mind went here: http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k148/jimmykwood/ai3.jpg