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That would be pretty decent, we lost a frontliner and a trap spotter.
Simon holds his ground, preparing his healing magic, the divine words on the tip of his tongue ready to be released.
No, it just gives a few handy tools, plus $5/month for something I use regularly is far cheaper then my old WoW account. The gm doesn't have to get a sub, it's completely free.
I use roll20 a lot so I am a subscriber. With a sub you gain access to roll20 on android tablets.
roll20 is a virtual tabletop useful for running games when you cannot see each other face to face. It can be found at www.roll20.net and they have tutorial videos and much more.
No objections, I have an account already since I run a game every Sunday
"I cannot speak for my house, there are others who can, I am a spoiled rich brat who grew up in a library shielded from the politics, hardships, and realities of the outside world. I only have a few years of experience with the real world under my belt, and I cannot say for certain that you would have my support."
A moment to think, what else can we do? The only way I see it we have two options, Ms. Falataur is our leader, maybe she could pick one. Simon sighs, looks up at the elf and begins, using his words carefully. "I see two options here Ms. Falataur. Leave the sword in, warn the house above and let the houses decide what to do. After all just about every house in Stormreach has a heavy investment here. The second would be to form some kind of legally binding agreement, a pact for lay mans terms. If the demon breaks this promise, bound in blood, it shall return to the plane from whence it came. We will have to know the demon's true name for such a pact, but only the person entering such a foul deal would need to know." Simon looks Mirana in the eyes before one more sentence. "Yes I know what I offer is not an... optimal deal, but it this is far more complex than any of us are currently equipped to deal with."
I haven't been to Oahu, but I've been to Maui and Kauai . I agree that I could never live on such a small island.
+2 if this is a save vs Fear Simon looks down at his ring and smiles, a warm and gentle smile. "There is nothing I would kill for, there are certainly some people, but nothing material. There are even fewer people I would die for."
Simon ponders for a moment before thinking of an idea. If only our warforged hadn't deactivated behind us. "If only we had a House Cannith artificer with us to slowly drain off the excess magic. Unfortunately this is within the Jorasco enclave and should be dealt with sooner rather than later. Maybe Bludgeon could wield such a weapon without the magic affecting him as much due to his construction?"
"Hmm, this is rather strange, maybe I can decipher the runes, in order to do that we need to move closer."
"This could be problematic. But the undead appear to be somewhat weak so far. We should push on and see what lies ahead."
"Hmm, not so tough for undead, Eldramin can you tell what it says? I have not been trained in the arcane arts
Simon readies an action to Turn Undead
Man I can't believe I forgot to change who I was posting as in the game play thread, that's so embarrassing. Sorry about that
May Aureon guide my path, Dol Arrah light my way, and Dol Dorn give me the courage to face what may be ahead. May Olladra grant me the good fortune to see the light of day again. Gathering his thoughts, Simon prepares to head forward. "Miss Falataur, we trust you to pick a path that will lead us out. Which way do you think? I agree that I do not trust those tombs, but there may be any clues as to what might be down here that way. So do we try and leave first, or do we give in to our curiosity?"
Simon coughs a few times, tries to pound out some of the dirt in his clothes before looking up. Squinting in the light he is unsure of his surroundings and unsure of how to get back. He looks towards his travelling companions and speaking quietly calls out "Is everyone okay? If so let's see if we can figure out what we need to do." Kneeling down to grab some of his fallen gear, Simon lights a candle and places it in his lamp. The small amount of light will be enough to look at his surroundings and find the others. This was definitely not what I bargained for. Alhaura will have my hide if I don't get back in one piece.
Seriously take care of yourself, that is the roughest trip I've ever heard of.
Yeah I know, I have a decent dex too so I'm surprised I got that low. Well I did get some decent knowledge checks. The good come with the bad.
Lost in thought Simon is too busy contemplating the runes to notice until it is too late.
Piping in before anyone destroys a rune "Wait a minute. We were told to investigate why the undead are popping up. All Alhaura wanted was us to take a preliminary look and get an estimate of what we are dealing with. A demon is surely far from our reach at the moment. But if Ms. Falataur wants to free a demon and chase it down we will." Simon finishes his two cents before contemplating the runes again. Such a necessary evil, small hordes of undead for the price of one major demon.
They could be any number of things, at the moment we can only speculate about such things. Our knowledge checks might turn something up, although they might simply be a large scale version of the lvl 4 spell that lets people make lightbulbs.
So does anybody have any idea what the glowy runes might be? I'm going to take a guess at something to either preserve zombie flesh or maybe a spell to keep reanimating skeletons. That or just lights.
Wracking his brains Simon tries to make anything of the runes with the help of his book.
"Very interesting, such a large and open space beneath the enclave. It's a mystery nobody has found it before. Eldramin what do you make of this?" Putting his sling down Simon rummages through his pack for his own glyph book, placing it on the floor and trying to find anything that makes sense.
Grasping his holy symbol, moving it to a belt chain, Simon utters a soft prayer before venturing forward while drawing and loading his sling. "I was always better with books and spells than I was at turning the undead. But I can always try and force the monsters to flee."
Oh man, I hope you and your family are okay. Especially with the weather there over the weekend.
Back in the courtyard Simon greets the others, responding to Mirana's words. "At least for you, for me it's simply life in the enclave. We have some undead to clear out, and investigate why they were down in this part of the area." Simons points out where the shed is and waits for the others to move before following.
I don't have the charisma for a good turning but I have a good amount of healing spells at my disposal.
After meeting with his wife and telling her about his travelling companions Simon looks up to see Verdan. After listening to his words of warning he reaches into his breast pocket and grasps his holy symbol of the Host. "I believe that we most certainly can do something about it. I will just have to confirm details with our leader. We will take a look inside and make sure there is no necromancer or dark magic afoot." "Oh and I'll be sure to be careful with my quest. The thought of something like that could be amazing. The house probably has an interest in such a flying city I presume." After unpacking, and putting his duster back on he heads out to the courtyard to meet with the others.
"Ah thank you Verdan. Just point me to the direction of where my wife is and I'll be all settled." Simon snaps his fingers to summon a few servants of the house. "Alright show these people to their quarters, let them get situated. Ms. Falataur, Vul, Mr. Bludgeon, and Eldramon follow these servants. Meet me back here in One hour it looks like we have a job tide us over until we set off."
Man the last Eberron game I played in I was a warforged cleric of the becoming god. We had plundered a few xen'drik ruins and the gm began listing all of the stuff we had found. I had a headache that day and asked the party "Why exactly are we selling all of this stuff? Can't we just keep it in a house and have people pay us to look at it?" Half a session later we had bought a mansion, filled it with artifacts, invented a sor/wiz 2 spell that would give a warforged the casters sense of taste, and we were still buying things. We charged scholars to look at all the stuff we found except the clothes which we gave to our multiclassed beguiler/wizard/ultimate magus.
Taking a deep breath Simon speaks quickly and concisely. "Ah it is good to see you too Verdan. Let's see, introductions at least quick ones. The elf is Mirana, she's our leader. The warforged is her subordinate Bludgeon, the other elf is Nix our spy, and the older gentleman is a scholar Eldramon. I am part of this adventuring party for a Mr. Zil Feywind. You should know him, you sent me to Sharn for that quest into Xen'drik." Seemingly back to his jovial self as opposed to the serious and starry eyed philosopher in the garden he continues. "I am in town for about 3 days, I was wondering if we could get room for that time. We can work to pay it off. Obviously I can work in the house, but the others can do any miscellaneous jobs you have. Killing whatever pops up in the basements and whatnot since they always need cleaning out from the creepy crawlies."
Before getting indoors Simon walks over to some flowers, leans over and smells them, picks a few and continues on. Leading the party indoors he looks up at Mirana, showing a face with a large grin. "Nobody has any idea what a great destiny means, although I think I might have met mine. While rare, I have heard stories of Aerenal elves with the dragonmark belonging to House Phiarlan. But I have also heard stories of them losing favor with your Undying Court due to such a mark and then fleeing to Khorvaire for safety." He traces some of the lines on his own mark with the thumb of his left hand, following the lines with his eyes. "Count your blessings that you are not one of the marked. Arranged marriages, house politics, etc. I am lucky indeed, the Host has blessed me with a wonderful wife, a good home, and the wonderful circumstances of my upbringing. We are trying to make the house happy, after all children of dragonmarked parents tend to continue to hold the markings."
Ah it's good to be home Simon takes off his duster and throws it over his shoulder revealing the dragonmark on his right forearm. "Ah hello, you must be new here. Can you fetch me someone who does more business around here, I need food and a place to stay for a few days. Oh and my wife. I thought I could surprise her a bit." With his coat off, Simon stands in the enclave in a pair of slacks, blue collared shirt, and some basic shoes. Turns around to the group. "Okay now don't get your hopes up too high. This isn't a house Ghallanda resort so while there might be some rooms to spare it won't be anything fancy. Oh and Eldramin I believe you might be able to use that glyph book around here, from what I hear this enclave used to belong to the giants of Xen'Drik."
Elven:
"Wise decision Miss Falataur, there are plenty of other opportunities to work. Either the house will have jobs, and will most likely expect me to work while we stay, or other job opportunities will pop up. If anything we can get work at the arena." Simon stops his whispering, takes a sip from his water skin, a deep breath and goes back to his mutterings. Elven: "Regardless, we just got off a three day journey, let us all head to the enclave and split up from there. At least we can unpack and have a bite to eat. I still have to show the gentleman to the temple."
Man I love how 3.5 message worked. While it's normally on the sor/wiz list the cloistered cleric gets to add it to theirs. Very very handy since it lasts for 10 min/lvl with a target of 1 creature/lvl.
Simon looks up at the older gentleman, the twinkle in his eye is back. "Hmm, I know the church of the Host here has a lot of random artifacts and journals. They are a little... odd here, even by my standards could be considered heretical. Regardless it is a great source of knowledge, while a little focused on" He pauses mid sentence, realizing there is an opportunity to surprise the older human. "How about I let you decide on that one. You can find them in the Forgelight district, not the temple district. I'm going to head over there to pay my respects to the Host afterward. Other than that there should be a few libraries around."
Simon reaches into one of his belt pouches and grasps the copper wire and quickly points to Mirana and looks away down the docks. Simon casts a 0 level spell, Message targeting Mirana. Elven Message:
"I understand your desire to work, but maybe this Cartamon would be willing to negotiate after we check in at the enclave and tavern. Rest your sword arm on your hip if you can hear me."
Simon stops walking and turns around to the rest of the group. "Okay that sounds alright, as long as I can arrange it with the family. I might have to cut my day at the spa. Well for starters I should give you some tips, let's call them guidelines for not getting shanked." "Guideline for not getting shanked number 1, do NOT go out after dark. It may seem friendly, but the city is filled with more gangs and crooked guards than you can imagine." "Guideline for not getting shanked number 2, do not trust the guards with anything more complicated than a spoon. If you absolutely need help the Iron Watch is your best bet for staying alive, Mr. Bludgeon you might like them." "And G.L.F.N.G.S. number 3, do not take anything from anyone unless you buy it, trade for it, or read all the fine print on any contract. This is a town of thieves and cut throats, all of which could care less about you and your obligations." Simon stops counting on his fingers, looks up as if trying to remember anything else he might have forgotten, smiles, and starts talking again. "Well I think that about covers it. I think we should be on our way then. I can't wait to see the look on my wife's face when I show up home early. Even if just for a bit."
Let's see, my shopping list, some kind of adventuring gear. Maybe we could all pitch in advice on things that we'll need. Personally I'd like to get a travelling conqueror set from Garay Gyriaz in the marketplace, stop by the temple of the Host in Forgelight (no matter how weird they are in Stormreach), and then get to the enclave.
"How about you follow me instead? There is a House Jorasco enclave not too far from here. Unless you would like a little piece of home Mirana. I would seek out Thaendyr's Rest if I were you. That is near this here harbor so I'm sure you will find it soon enough. It will be a bit refreshing. Mr. Bludgeon I'm sure you will follow Mirana. In the meantime I am going to see my family. Nix and Eldramin are welcome to join me if you'd like." Simon breathes in the sea air, looks up at the Leaky Dinghy, and chuckles. I am home my dear. I will see you soon enough, but it won't be for too long. "Oh and don't jump when you run into giants, sahaugin, or drow. They are not exactly common, but common enough. Live here long enough, like my beautiful wife, and you might not speak their language but you can certainly rattle off a few swears in them." Simon begins heading off the docks towards the enclave, talking with a few of the locals, making small talk with the locals, all the while with a smile on his face.
Since my character's family is here, would I be able to arrange room for my adventuring friends. Favorite in House does have it's benefits. Unless you'd like me to roll for it, although I'm not asking for a lot. My character' wife is in Stormreach since this is where he's lived for the past few years since his marriage.
The small halfling steps next to Mirana and begins to speak, in a calm soothing voice, but sharp and to the point. His eyes seem cold and focused compared to the warmth they showed in the tavern. "Good afternoon gentlemen. Please refrain from insults in the presence of a lady. I do apologize that you were not able to go along on this journey, but we have a very important appointment to attend to. You clearly have us outnumbered, but for no real reason at all. If you wish to chase after us do so on your own time, in your own airship. Until then please let us through so we may all be on our way." I really hope this works, I'd rather not have to call the watch
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