Vors Aman's page

"An interesting observation on your part. Payday would certainly kill over a reward that size. Mr. Kreed might even as well. I doubt Mr. Kreed gave that order though as he has only indicated gratitude towards your party for saving his son. He does keep himself apprised of your accomplishments. If your suspicion is true, self preservation would have been his only motive. However, he is an odd and unpredictable character. Perhaps you just misread him. Last I heard you were attempting to repair a seal that kept some ancient monster entombed. Were you successful with that as well?"

Vors chuckles "Prune juice?" Holding out his flask. "Best whiskey there is. Difficult to locate and not inexpensive."

"Vors Aman" as he shakes your hand. "We met at breakfast when I offered you the reward. I made half as much as you did on that particular agreement. I am in a position to gain unimaginable wealth working for Mr Kreed. Yet happy would not be the correct term for it. I was once a simple and good man. Now I am surrounded by evil you could not imagine. It takes a toll on you. I am not the man I used to be, but I have fought off most of the evil that surrounds and attempts to penetrate me every minute of the day." He takes a swig from his flask.

Vors acknowledges Ziera with an expressionless nod.

"Rhen, at this time we have no idea other than what I stated, which is very little. Any further dialog would be supposition. It is time for boots on the ground." Vors stands. "My offer remains should you take it. May the gods be with you." Vors glances quickly over the group as he turns and exits the lodge.

Vors is extremely difficult to read. He is unemotional and expressionless. No quirks or mannerisms. Every movement he makes is as if he had thought it out in advance.

You get the impression there is much more to this man than just being Kreed's messenger boy.

"Gentlemen, the poor man has been properly interrogated by our finest. There is nothing more to learn from him. It simply would be a waste of time when time is of the essence. We do not know if our people are alive or dead. We can only hope most have been taken prisoner. My suggestion, if your are accepting this mission, is to quickly grab any necessary supplies and meet Pay Day at the edge of town. Road to the north. While Mr. Kreed appears to be looking out for his interests, it is my hope that you take advantage of this situation and return every soul to this town." Vors takes his eyes off of you and carefully sips his coffee. He sets his cup down. "Every single soul." He looks each of you in the eye without expression.

Vors is extremely difficult to read. He is unemotional and expressionless. No quirks or mannerisms. Every movement he makes is as if he had thought it out in advance.

"Pleased to meet you as well, Niu. Taldor. I have actually spent some time there, myself. Oppara it was. Finest tackle shop I have ever seen. I still use the equipment I bought there years ago."

"At dawn this morn Mutters Kondlan, the taskmaster at Thuldrin Kreed’s newest cutyard 3 miles into Darkmoon Forest came into town. His finery in tatters and his stringy hair matted with sweat and blood. His tidings soon reached every ear. He didn’t see the horror that cut down his men, but he fled the cutyard pursued by screams and dying gurgles of his lumberjacks that echoed through the trees. Anxiously, the town now waits for other survivors to appear, but only cold silence comes from the forest through thinning mist. Fear grips this town. Nearly two dozen men and women are missing in the darkness beneath the forest canopy, and the shouts and wails of their kin ring out across Falcon’s Hollow."

"On the perch looking over the rest of the town, Thuldrin Kreed, his interests threatened by this new incident, met quietly with his advisors to discuss possible courses of action. He is sending Boss Payden “Pay Day” Teedum and a squad of his regulators to rid The Wood of this danger and make it safe to once again cut there. He would like for you to take the lead in this endeavor. Pay Day and the regulators will be there to aid you in any way they can. Mr. Kreed is offering you 4,000 in gold pieces should you accept his offer."

Vors Aman enters the dining hall and approaches your table. He is overly well dressed for this town. His clothes are freshly pressed and his hair is perfectly groomed. "Good morning gentlemen, ma'am. Care if I join you?" He sits, not waiting for your response.

"Rhen, I have an offer for you from Mr. Kreed. I believe you will interested in this one. But first, I see you have some new acquaintances. Please introduce us. I am Vors Aman, currently employed by Thuldrin Kreed. I know you are new to these parts. Mr. Kreed is a Gavel of the Lumber Consortium and by far the wealthiest man in Falcon's Hollow. He has taken an interest in Rhen as Mr. Vemsa has saved this town more than once with his talents and acts of heroism. Mr. Kreed's lumber barge remains available to Rhen when it travels to Almas."

Bulgard indicates he will take his chances with the wolf in town.

Vors leads you from the shipyard across one of the high bridges. He points out the mercantile district as you pass by it. Eventually you turn onto the Avenue of the Gods. The Avenue of the Gods is a quarter-mile stretch of road cutting east to west through the northern side of the Embassy District. Lining the street on both sides are twenty foot tall marble statues of Abdar, Calistria, Cayden Cailean, Desna, Erastil, Gorum, Gozreh, Iomedae, Irori, Nethys, Pharasma, Sarenrae and Shelyn. Shrines and smaller statues of other more minor gods of good and neutral alignment can be found interspersed between the oldest and largest of the statuary.

"Pilgrims from all across Andoran flock to the Avenue of the Gods to pay their honor. These statues were constructed over the centuries since Andoran was liberated from Cheliax, the newest of which is seventy-eight years old."

Churches, chapels and cathedrals line this long street, along with upscale residences and privately owned complexes dedicated to housing traveling members of the different faiths welcomed openly in Almas; all such property is church-owned. As you pass Cayden's Hall, Vors points to it. "My favorite church, I recommend you pay her a visit. If it can be brewed, it can be found there. Dedicated to the accidental god." You follow him into a rather large residence where he speaks with the attendant, making certain you will have board and lodging for the duration of his visit. He points to a dining room in the back of the residence. "Meals are served there three times a day. Help yourselves to any vacant bedrooms upstairs. Meet me back at The Jurin Kreed day after tomorrow, as early as possible. At that time we will depart for Falcon's Hollow. I hope you find all that you need here in Almas. Mr. Kreed has provided for your lodging, boarding, and even the tips. Enjoy your stay, gentlemen." Vors hands the attendant a small coin pouch. He exits the residence and tends to his task at hand.

"Almas has a population of 330,200. That is made up of 74% Human, 8% Halfling, 8% Dwarf, 7% Elf, 2% Gnome, 1% Other. Like the rest of Andoran, it is a democracy. Some consider it a great experiment.

Here is a map of the city." ALMAS

Sides, like a barge.
The month is Rova, the day is Fireday. It is two days past the first quarter moon, waxing gibbous
Sunrise: 6:41am, Sunset: 6:36pm, Moonrise: 2:55pm, Moonset: 12:40am
It is actually a little cooler as you approach the coast. There is a nice breeze. Bulgard predicts no rain, a high in the upper 70s, low around 55.

Mid morning The Jurin Kreed makes the final bend to Almas. You get a view of its skyline behind the high walls with guard towers placed at fixed intervals. This is one big city. The skyline is dominated by a 500ft spire. There are many tall cathedral domes and other large buildings that appear more layman in nature. As you get closer, you notice the spire is an enormous circular building from which rises a five-hundred foot tall whitewashed tower crowned with a copper dome and an enormous gold-plated statue of an eagle in flight. Balconies ring the tower and banners depicting the seals of Almas and Andoran as well as others you do not recognize hang down its length. Pointing at the spire, Vors tells you "That structure is the heart of the Eagle Knights of Andoran where members of all branches of the knights are trained. The Aerie serves as both a garrison and command outpost for the Eagle Knights and is the home of the Knight-General, commander of all Eagle Knights of Andoran." You pass under two extremely high bridges that would allow passage for the tallest of sailboats. You see a shipyard to your starboard. The Jurrin Kreed is gracefully oared into place.

"You are welcome to lodge on the boat. There is a tavern named The Grog Stop nearby and the mercantile district is not too far away. I do have more comfortable boarding in mind for you, however. It is an upscale residence that has been converted into a lodge. It is on the Avenue of the Gods. That, my friends, is a sight you shall never forget. As for the wolf, Bulgard, I know he is well mannered. I am not sure how receptive the people in this large coastal city will be to him." Vors waits for your decision on lodging.

Vors smiles when he hears Rhen's question. "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Rhen. Unfortunately, there is no work for you on this boat. You are Mr. Kreed's guests. All expenses are paid for until we return to Falcon's Hollow. He is truly grateful to you for the rescue and return of his son."

"No, sir. I have never had the chance. I do hope that my duties will one day take me there. A place I would love to see. I do appreciate dwarven stonework and blacksmithing. Exquisite displays of skill. You may call me Vors. And you are..."

The Jurin Kreed is unleashed and the oars begin their work. You begin to move southeast down the river. It is a beautiful day and the view will only get better as you move through the untamed wilderness. Vors takes out his fishing tackle and tosses an artificial lure into the river. He begins reeling it back in. He will spend the next 9 days taking his catch to the galley. "I purchased this tackle in Oppara years ago. Nice little shop with the finest equipment. Can't recall the name of it now. Perhaps it will come back to me when it so chooses. Many an hour has it given me pleasure and then a meal. Are you familiar with Almas? Ever been there? Have you any questions?"

Seeing his offer fall on deaf ears, Vors returns to the bar and turns up his mug. He tosses some coins in Tharfynn's hat and exits the tavern.

A well dressed man of medium build and height makes his way to your table. A masterwork rapier is sheathed to his waist.

"Good evening. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Vors Aman, currently employed by Thuldrin Kreed. I believe you met Mr. Kreed when he so graciously rewarded you for the return of his son some time back.

If you have interest, we will be departing mid morning tomorrow. Mr. Kreed mans his keelboat so that she can continue to move 24 hours a day. It is more than 200 miles to Almas and it will take us nine days to get there. My business in Almas should be complete in two days and that is when the keelboat will return."

Vors looks at each of you with a friendly smile as he gathers your reception to his offer.

Yes, please mark this campaign inactive. Thanks for the module. We all enjoyed it.

Yes, congratulations are in order. Cheers!

"Cavasin! I will take you up on that offer." When cavasin is served, Vors clanks their mugs. "To adventure, fine ale and fine women. May the gods favor us in those endeavors."

Vors buys Moonshine several more ales. He tests her fortitude while giving her protection.
"A cunning observation, my dear. This enforcement is a true concern. We should get to the bottom of that. Speaking of bottoms, let me buy you another."

Glad to see you are with us, Cavasin the Gray. I will level up soon enough as well. Just a few more ales with Moonshine should do it

"Ah, Moonshine! Glad you could join me. The house ale is quite good. It is all I have tried so far. What would you have? This one is on me."

"No gold, no reward? I am heading to the tavern with my silver. If anyone cares to join me, you are welcome"

1) No problem with posting rate here. I use an RSS feed reader to notify me of new posts in gameplay and discussion. It will check for updates at your desired interval and notify you much like new email depending on the reader you choose.
2) I like this group. Hope you all remain.
3) No preference.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Vors hands her the notations he made. "This is but a portion of our findings. My scriblings."

Vors does not return the lady's smile. "We were separated and have no reason to believe they were in harms way as we were. We do have findings for you, Lady Eshin. Of the nature you seek."

Vors peers into the room Stenne opened the door to. He agrees with Moonshine's insight that this absence may not be by choice. The illusion was created, however, but by whom? He has a desire to rid himself and his companions of the evidence they found as quickly as possible. He looks for somewhere to hide their findings.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Vors takes in all the observations of his party. He taps on the door. "Mr. Muesello, it is Vors Aman. I have need of a pole and some bait. Are you there?"

Vors appears uneasy and concerned to you.

"Thank you for the warning, Tess."

He whispers to the party "I cannot be certain this door is without traps. I am willing to inspect it further if that is what you prefer. There may be nothing at all to this. We could just knock and introduce ourselves. Personally, I am in need of a pole and some bait. I rely on your better judgment. How would you like to proceed?"

Vors notes the door was open before. He can hear a fire crackling inside. He pauses and then approaches with caution. When close enough, he stops and listens while visibly looking for traps. He will wait for the rest of the party before even considering any further action.

stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
traps: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"I believe if anyone is here, they would be in the back room by the fire."
Vors moves to the back room.

Vors pauses as the door opens itself. Tossing caution to the wind he enters the shop.
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Vors likes what he sees. He motions to the group. "This way." He heads in the direction of the bait shop at brisk pace.

I am good proceeding any way you guys choose.

Vors moves into the backstreet.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 if possible

Vors move into the alley.

Being uncomfortable with the corral, Vors looks for buildings to enter or another way to exit the area. Even a good hiding spot.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Vors stays with Tessara. "More like careless guards."
Aid Another Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Thank you for the prestidigitation. That was absolutely necessary. Bait and tackle or a ship to anywhere?" Vors glances at each of you

"Thank you, Tobius. I could spend an eternity in there. It is a shame our time was cut short. Your assistance is greatly appreciated."
diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Vors begins snatching up as many of the cards of illusion from under the chairs as quickly as he can. He glances at the secret door to make sure it is closed.

Vors chuckles when he sees moonshine running. "Cavasin, can you make sure she does not get left too far behind?"

Vors runs for the hidden door just behind Tassara.

Are the steps approaching us or exiting? Are they moving quickly?

Vors looks at the burning room and in the direction Iliyana fled, back to the room and back again. He then looks at each of you with smile. "Race to Captain Muesello’s Bait and Tackle?"
He leans toward the exit ready to run.

Vors is visibly discontent with the latest happenings. His mind works overtime for options. He agrees with Tessara. "Well, that was short endeavor. I agree we must be on our way. We could be obstinate and try other methods. Perhaps we should call it a day."
He looks to Moonshine and Cavasin as he moves with Tessara.

Vors holds the door open and studies the smoke. He ponders. The paper was trying to follow us...now it must be done. How so? His curiosity raised he closes the door and moves towards the smoke. "If we have set a great fire, this is against our directive." Vors is at the smoking door.

"Thank you, Cavasin. That was my guess. I am oriented now"

Vors moves to the eastern door and examines it for traps. His thieves tools slide from his sleeves into his hands. He applies them to the locked door.

taking 20 on traps for 26
taking 20 on the lock 26

"I doubt the murderous papers can open a door and believe we should all stay together. Personally I am turned around. I am not certain which direction we came from and what has not been investigated. If someone can guide me in the proper direction I will gladly take the lead."

Vors acknowledges Tessara with a nod. "Cavasin, what say ye to this predicament?"

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Vors moves to the door, ready to open it when all are ready.

We should get into a defensive formation right now

"My experience just being a level 1 rogue with swarms when one has no means to fight it is to spread out and minimize the damage. Have we no other source of fire?"