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He relays what he knows about Lady Vale: She is a minor noble, a widower of nearly a year. Rumor has it, offed her husband. She is a practical, intelligent, precise, meticulous, and greedy individual. She has had suitors none of them have been long term ones, some have disappeared. Bloodwatch is the name of her manor house. Her late husband had a dungeon built beneath manor. Lady Vale is rumored to experiment on blood with alchemy. Points of weakness: Greed, Hubris, Boy crazy.
"Yes. Yes three main crime lords which are the three bosses. You should likely take over one of them. The mini bosses are just high ranking individuals in the Guild, such as the Guild master, vice-guild master, and their top assassins. The Agents report to the Guild. Yes Agents are assigned a district. My 'lackeys' are not reliable except to gather information. The estate is in the noble quarter. The townhouse is in the common quarter. I have been able to talk my way through the guild. I have met most of them, just working folks with a thirst for power and wealth. A fine group to mold. We need to focus on the crime lords. I have names for them all but its all at the warehouse. I could tell you pieces but lets get to the warehouse." Once he gets to the warehouse he nods to two thugs who open the door, letting them all into the warehouse. There are lots of crates, some furniture, a functioning kitchen, table and lots of chairs. Off to the side you see a wooden wall with daggers and such throwing weapons pinning papers to it. He walks up to one of them and offers, "Yes here Stag Rellington. A noble by birth, he inherited his seat from his father. A real man's man, he likes to hunt and watch the fights. He has multiple lovers and runs the noble quarter's shadier parts. He also is in charge of all the brothels." "Over here is Lady Vale of Bloodwatch. She is a scary one. She runs the apothecaries and alchemist drug and poison. There is more information here on her... " "Last but most for surabely least, Duke Middlewell. A large man who runs the black-market and most other illicit activities including gambling."
"I just work with what I have been given. There are the bosses three of them. Then there is the guild which has its mini bosses. Then there are agents of the guild I am one of seven said agents. We are given a district to facilitate. I got the one with the warehouse in it. Mostly warehouses, docks, and such. I kinda walked into it, killed the agent of the district and was approached by a guild associate."
He leads the group and asks, "Explain how... what? Our mutual friend was able to condemn the house and estate, no living relatives for at least a year or something like that, I didn't see the contract or legal work. Paperwork may have been fudged, I don't know." Desseer being more aware of his surroundings than most, would notice that there are people or children that stop and watch the four of you. Some point, some whisper to their neighbor, some quickly shut their door or window. Then there are the thieves, cutpurses, and urchins. They all stay away from your group with a note of fear. They watch your group from afar.
He happily elaborates, "Oh that friend has been very helpful. He got us the warehouse like you wanted and a few other properties for a cheap price. They are rundown and old buildings but I am sure you have the resources to make them into what you want. We can also tear them down if you want. Shall I take you to the warehouse, the town house, or the estate?"
He walks over to the man comfortably sitting, reading, and eating grapes. He does his best to not startle the man, "Excuse me sir. It seems you are enjoying yourself and you are a high ranking individual. My associate and myself were looking for..." he trails off and then comes up with some random reasons as he doesn't know.
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He is afraid of the innuendo in the man's voice but with a nod towards Desseer he follows the plump balding man towards the back.
He chuckles at the words, he quickly relays, "I am always ready especially when it comes to mages. I doubt any of them will know what I am. My blade is sharp and thirsty, just give the order."
Can anyone one use the trovel? Or maybe I should say does anyone have interest in it. Otherwise he would grab it. He is looking for something that he can sell to get materials for crafting. As it seems Myrianna was interested in the rod of frost.
At the mention from Desseer he jogs for a moment to catch up. "I didn't know if you had made a decision. So what roles do you want us to play, just so we are on the same page." Along the road he picks up all sorts of plants to smell them especially flowers. When he finds some herbs that could be beneficial he harvests a bit and stores it in his bag.
His kimono flaps in the wind as his leather boots seem comfortable enough. He does state, "I need to get some better gear."
He shrugs at the comment, "That seems logical, I would be wary if you accepted me as I have not proven my worth yet. We could also just have me as your warder, though that would be a bit of a stretch." He rambles on thinking out loud. He seems a bit antsy, "If nothing else I need to relieve myself."
"A displaced traveler from his own time. Happenstance to land at the same beacon as the planar traveler. Fates guide us. I think I will stick to my given name in this guise, Lord Sorbin. A warlord looking for a cause... it is close enough to be truth! If you would have me."
He seriously responds back to Desseer with conviction, "Yes, I will keep my composure. They may be the descendents of those that I fought but I won't hold that against them. Now if insult is put in my face, I will follow your lead before acting." His hand is upon his blade as his words seem nearly an oath. ☆☆☆ As the conversation dies down he asks Soren to produce the table. It is a large stone table large enough to lay upon. Then he begins putting items down including:
Silver amulet with saffires (unidentified)
He looks around and realizes, "Well the ghosts should be able to pass for humans. It seems Desseer can change his form. Myriana could easily pass for one too, just stick to the shadows. Hmmm..." He looks at Fyr and analyzes her for a bit. "Nonetheless I think it would be best to get to Drother and rent out a house or the top rooms of an inn. It would help all of us collect information faster, also then we can spread out the wealth we found. Or we act in squalor here..."
He nods at Desseer's words and chooses to not make a comment. He looks towards the likely source of information, Iris, "Sorry I hadn't introduced myself l. I am Warlord John Morgrave Sorbin, it is nice to meet you Iris. Which Hawthorn is currently ruling, the 2nd?" ---
Fyr giggles." I like this one, I will not eat him!" A bit sardonically he asks, "Does that go for your babies too? Though with a web weaver the possibilities for BDSM are magnified!" He then gives Fyr a wink. "We are glad we met you on the way. We were heading towards the fishing village you were investigating. So where are you heading now?"
Riding behind So'ren you see a unnaturally strong and healthy man who nearly glows. His nearly white skin looks to not seen the sun for years. You barely notice that his skin radiates a glow. He sits just a foot over Soren and weighs easily 300 pounds. He is rather thick for a human but has a lot of muscle too. His dark black straight hair nearly absorbs the sun's light.
North: He offers, "I have an empty backpack, what do you want me to carry?"
List of loot please tell us what you are holding onto, otherwise John will.
Frost +1
Silver amulet with saffires (unidentified) Righteous fist amulet Soren: headband of alluring Galahad: rings and Vicious weapon John:
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The group lazily heads back to the farthest fishing village?
North: As Galahad shows interest in the rings and Vicious weapon he shrugs, "You may have them. Whatever is useful should be used. Thus I would like the ring of protection and jumping. Soren I am surprised you don't have something making you such a majestic beauty." The compliment was obvious. He coughs and adds, "I would also like the Scabbard of honing, Bracers of verdant vine, amulet of natural armor, and the rod of ice, unless Soren would like any of them. Oh Galahad did we collect the warforge frame, that and the table of ressurection would be great additions."
North: Excitedly he says, "Yes thank you. many of the shadow hand do use two weapons. Though I only use them during a hard encounter. Not at all, Soren may have it. I have my weapons and now I am ready for a fight. No I dont think many of the traps would affect him assuming they are still armed. Looking at the state of things all of the traps have already been sprung. Yes it is safer for Galahad to do the searching but I didnt want to burden him with it alone."
North: He quickly replies to Galahad exited at what he sees, "Why yes indeed. Yes that will do very nicely, here have the axe back." He offers the axe in his hand and takes the blade with his other. Looking it over he breathes out, "Chilling Frost, we meet again. This was my katana from my early years. A good backup. Was there a nodachi, or smaller katanna with it. They are a pair that when both are held I gain some bonuses for my class. But I am glad just to have Chilling Frost back." He unsheathes the blade holding the sheath in his other hand and nods as the blade slowly is covered in ice.
He would do a few stances and slashes with it before him and move into the armory looking over the place for anything else that survived time. Coming out a bit disheartened, he states, "Shall we continue to look for more relics? I can shadow jaunt us over again, Galahad would you continue searching for me, or... No I can search too, I was just a bit fearful of another collapse."
North: Both of them and the stone pedestal are magical. The Katana has frost upon it as the smaller blade has a shocking grasp effect that can be done 3 times per day. The pedestal basically preserves itself and the items on it.
John meditates and after about ten minutes he stands up, he then offers Soren his hand. If you accept he smiles and transports the two of you well past the collapse. It was almost as if the shadows accepted you and transported you over. He keeps ahold of your hand and walks to the armory with Soren beside him.
North: Several minutes pass before he emerges well dressed, hair combed, leather bracers and other leather defenses. He states, "Okay now to see if we can find the armory. It should be down that collapsed hallways. Galahad would you please check for us before I start to move the debris."
With knowledge of the survival of the armory he would begin moving rocks, watching for any instability.
North: After the channels from Soren he has a huge grin on his and a few other indicators of his lust. His smile turns sheepish as he grabs a blanket to cover up. He then states, "If you would help me with my clothes or leave, that would be appreciated." There is a metal chest where the container that just held his body. The warforge husk crumples to the ground in a pile. It seems still functional but inert. Within the chest you see a kimono, undergarments, and leather gear.
The flight north: At her words, "To find yourself lacking it must be... lonely and cold." He does look up and states, "being an undead is both of those things. Even in this form it is as well. I would welcome the aid and may we both benefit from it!"
With galahad in tow, the three of you make good time and do eventually find the spot of the secret base. After Galahad does some prodding most of the entrances are closed and seem to have fallen upon themselves. Another hour of searching, as John worked to clear one of the entrances, you find a coastal access point. Most of the cave is underground but that doesn't affect you. Eventually finding the complex of hallways and rooms. It does not look like the place has been ransacked or looted but a lot of time has passed and not much can be salvaged. After bringing Morgrave in, he makes a bee line to the alchemy room. Where he points out the table and the crypt. He searches and finds it, his preserved finger and takes it to the table. Then he notices it. A large metal cauldron that had a lid upon it. He broke the seal and took off the top. Within was a body, his body! He hooted and hollared to the High Heavens for his luck. Taking the body to the table and laying it down, he looks to Soren and asks, "Would you please spill a bit of blood on the table, it should act as the starting point." He places his hand on the clones head and chest over its heart. He asks Galahad, "If you would read the words on the far side of the table, along its edge. Then I will speak the words on this side. Then the awakening and transfer should start." [ooc]You are more than welcome to stop or interfere, I am just getting the narrative up!
He would relay, "Indeed it did take a long time, the bath treatments, currying enough favor with the divine, the expensive sacrifices, and the infusion of positive energy." He coughs in exasperation but then says simply, "Oh I don't envision finding any of my subordinates but their kin and offspring. I hope that my way of life ended with my death. There might be a few elves still that I remember. They wouldn't recognize me in this body."
"Moreso we became mage slayers because of the tyrant mage kings." On the subject of the magical item he responds, "Yes very powerful but the creation of it needed many components. If part of the body is present it will take less time for the body to form or the ressurection to happen. I would like the process to begin, because it could take anywhere from a month to years. Also I want to see if the secret base is intact and if anyone survived of my Sect, they likely will be there. Also my body was near immortal in my time. I had acquired the Sublime form." Looking to Desseer he smiled thinking back to his hunts. He mischievously says, "Wouldn't you like to know!? I had a handy pair of teleportation boots, so normally once I found a mage I would use those and my blade typically did the work nicely. Invisibility worked some too."
He would willingly accept a spot on Breaking Dawn. He nods agreeing with Soren. Responding to Galahad in almost a whimsical notion, "Oh no, I didn't have an arcane or divine class. If anything you could call me a mage slayer. To contact the High Heavens would require one of those. The dieties have their interests but don't directly affect the world much. Yes my original body likely was destroyed. I don't even remember how I died. A magical assassin most likely. No they would have disintegrated it if they had the power, no reason to keep a mage slayer that wanted your demise." He then states his hope, "At the secret base is a certain table that should restore my body. Hopefully the finger is preserved too!"
You think he counts as medium but likely has the powerful build ability. He replies simply, "Yes... would you like a lesson upon the religions of my days? This form is... how should I put it... sorry I don't know arcane or divine powers well. This was a experiment, maybe an early adaption of the golem I was locked into with you." He motions to Galahad. Then he continues, "Likely my sect stole it from a mage king or it was left behind. I do know until we can find a part of my body the only other option is to have a true ressurection spell cast but I didn't know of anyone who knew little much less cast it."
He happily states, "Indeed, most chests found in the world came from somewhere. The High Heavens bestow them upon the brave. We took some of the chests for our own and had our mages make them better. It seems the High Heavens took our ingenuity to heart and most chests are such replicating wonders now. At least it was in my days. Same as defeating a monster, you would find treasure as the creature fell."
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