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Feeling the wetness on his back, Zakon whips his head around to stare at Nizvit. "You. Fire-thrower. Do you even know how expensive these coats are? More than the shambles you drape yourself in. I know we are uncouth adventures out for glory and fame, but come man, have a care!" More bark than bite, Zakon ends his protestations with an arcane flourish magically expunging all the liquid from the back of his coat. "As I was saying, prestidigitation is quite the spell. So back in Corentyn I pilfered a spellbook. 'Twas one of the first spells that I learned before joining the Esoterium. It was really hard to fake that I didn't know that spell in front of Master Demestrio. I really wanted to show those rich, entitled, spoiled-brats what a street kid could do, but I had to bide my time, not show too much skill and ambition, not draw too much attention. "That and learning magic outside the Esoterium is grounds for execution." This story trails off as they approach the troll and hounds munching loudly on the haunch of meat. "Hope that is not a villager. Come to think of it" he pauses dramatically, "They were a bunch of sheep shaggers. Hope it is a villager."
Zakon looks down at this muddied clothes once again, lamenting the trudge that has brought him here. I should have stayed in Lepidstadt and bought the Chymic Works he says for the sixteenth time today. Whispering words in the arcane, he ends with a hand flourish. The mud rises from his clothing hovers for an instant, then unceremoniously falls to the ground in a small puddle. Carefully sidestepping the mess, he offers the same assistance to his friends. "Prestidigitation is a marvelous spell. So easy to cast." he boasts to no one in particular. Once again gazing at castle shrouded in the river mists, Zakon looks to his companions for advice. Before conversing, he sees the Lady Eleanor stride boldly up to the castle gates. "Well so much for sneaking up. Come on Gaarm, let's see what the fine lady has gotten us into." Fingering his mutagen, Zakon hovers towards the back, unsure of what the troll guard would make of his demonic heritage.
Zakon stumbles into another mud slick. "Yeah, I really love this mud." scratching his head uncomfortably, he turns to Gaarm. "Ever hear of Corentyn? "Pretty normal childhood. Dad was in the navy, mom was a slave he raped in a haunted graveyard called Gallows Walls. Well I say he's my dad, as you can see I got some demon blood in me somehow, someway. "Dad was hung where he raped my mom, mom died when I was little. Grew up smart and cautious. Found I had a knack for defending myself, and magic." light springs forth from his hand. "Easy as breathing. Though didn't do so well in the Estorium. Structure is not my thing, if you couldn't tell by now. Luckily had a friend smuggle me out, with a certain Professor. Professor Lorrimor. "About a month ago, went looking for him and then is when those soulless bastards Vorkstag and Grine nabbed me. Until you lot came along, and if I haven't said it recently, my eternal thanks. I can only imagine what a horrible death I would have faced with my beautiful skin hanging in that thrice damned closet back the Chymic Works. "What about you all, how'd you come to be such a well trained fighting force?" Zakon shakes some mud off his boots onto Nizvit's back. "Opps, sorry about that." he says sheepishly.
Zakon pulls his foot out of yet another muddy trap. His foot comes unstuck with a sucking, poping sound. Unbelieveable. Can we not find one stretch of dry ground in this thrice forsaken swamp. My boots ruined, my feet must be wrinkled more than a year old prune, and if I see another leech try to worm its way onto me, I am going to burn this entire place down. If I can find a dry piece of wood that is. The swamp has not been kind to Zakon, his clothing, nor his mood. "Would be nice to have had Naxx with us to sing a song about the beautiful environment we find ourselves in. What rhymes with mud? Never ending, mud? Mud as far as the eye can see. Mud so wet, and putrid, and brown, and .... are you listening to me? Do you even hear me talking about mud? Nizvit, is this like your home below the great cities of the world? Is there mud in abundance like here? Do people buy mud? I could sell all this mud and make so much money that I could live on a dragon hoard of riches. "But that is silly of me, who buys mud when you can come here and just scoop it up, put it in your pocket, and bring it home. Maybe make your yard into a mud yard where irritating people can set stuck. Or you can put it on your face to disguise yourself. Mayhaps you use it to build a house of mud. Imagine living in mud, mud walls, mud chairs, mud windows." laughing hysterically, Zakon mimes looking out a mud window. "I can't see a thing, there is mud all over this window." he cackles again.
"Firm on the price are you? Well, your craftsmanship more than makes up for your bartering panache." Taking out an overly large coin purse, Zakon begins to count out the 30 pieces of gold for the silvered spiked gauntlet.
So I am having some difficulties lately focusing my attention on what we should be doing. It seems that Eleanor and Gaarm have a handle on it so I am going to follow your leads here. Also, GM Thank you for the 1st and 2nd levels formulae, and few bonus 3rd level. Zakon is updated and spent some serious crunch time. What are you rebuild rules? In my other AP, the GM lets us rebuild in between books. I was hoping once I get another 12,000 gp to go Dex w/ the agile Amulet of Mighty Fists. Back to the adventure - thinking about the Shudderwood being famous for its werewolves, I looked to find something that would overcome DR/Silver. Now, none of my weapons are +3, and if I use a spiked gauntlet then I cannot Spellstrike and my unarmed damage goes down. There the silver weapon blanch can cover 10 arrows per batch but I am no archer. Anyone else think about a workaround on that? Anyone want to fire off a batch of silver arrows?
So I was reading and trying to catch up, some questions as there is over a book of this AP that I am unfamiliar with. Shudderwood and Schloss Caromarc - have you all been there before? Why are we going to Schloss Caromarc if Andrew ran into the Shudderwood? Just trying to understand where we are in the game before I put up my IC post.
I'm back - what mess did you all get into while I was away? Nice new avatar.
Zakon mutters some words in the arcane language of magic, and instantly all the grime and filth slough off of him. Looking slyly at his new friends, he does the same for them. Looking over the book, he knows that he has found something valuable. Quickly scanning the contents, he tries to decipher them.
"This may need a bit more time, some focused time." His exploits at an end, he turns to his new friend. "Honestly, I am sad that your hard work with that Andrew chap didn't work out, and I am sorry that I do not care overmuch for his fate. But honestly, I do have a bit of curiosity where this story has taken him. What say we meet up with Lady Eleanor and Gaarm and surreptitiously head into the woods to see what his fate would be. At all costs, I would like to avoid the townsfolk, so we might have to rely a bit on stealth. Nizvit, you seem decent at it, not sure about our well armored friends. Care to join me?" Without waiting for an answer Zakon makes all haste to rendezvous with his friends and explain his intent.
After a time trudging through the sewage, they emerge once again to the fresh air topside. Inhaling deeply, Zakon looks at Nizvit, "You stink." Scanning the immediate area, he sees a weather beaten journal. Looking for anything odd, he bends over and quickly cracks the book open before scanning the pages.
"Castle? What castle? There is a castle in Lepidstadt?" It takes Zakon only a moment to realize that the half-elf might not be the brightest torch in the dungeon. "Well I am not in for joining the villagers trying to kill a peaceful half-giant part golem chap, what say we use the time better. Care to head back to the chymic works, see if there is something there we missed in the basement, particularly the sewer entrance?" Zakon finally lets on that he always wanted to explore that section, but was too concerned on revenge to pay it much mind.
Looking at the drainpipe with a knowing glance, "Nope, just s+~&. Unless people around here ... never mind. Anyway, lets see what the people know about this Master Caromarc" Exiting the alley way, Zakon tries to gauge the mood of the crowd.
"Excuse me sir, my what a fine coat. Did your lovely wife spin that? Outstanding! You are a lucky bloke. What a day, am I right? Though we'd see that Andrew chap a head shorter, but my word, I almost soiled myself once he lept up and scampered off like that. Any idea who that Master Caromarc was he was blathering on about? Hope the fine Lepidstadt law enforcement office is on it. Can't be too careful with all these undesirables about." Zakon slaps the man on the back.
Zakon bends down to inspect the viscous fluid a bit more.
Panting slightly from his hurried exit from the execution, Zakon steadies himself along the alley wall. He periodically peeks around the corner to check and see if they have been followed. Once he is sure that their exit was as unremarkable as possible, the turns to the group. "Well, as I see it we have a few options. One, we can investigate this Master Caromarc. Most likely the bloke that created Andrew in the first place. Second, we can hang around town, see what happens next. Third, " each time Zakon gives the group options, he upturns a finger from his closed fist. "we can head to Lozeri or Illmarch and see if we can catch up with Grine and Vork." the tiefling stops abruptly to listen for sounds of approaching footsteps. Resuming his speech, "What a horrible smell. We really need find a different venue to hold these meetings. Anyway, four, we can review all the research we collected in our quest to free Andrew. There is a chance that he will be caught again, and maybe, just maybe we can find the key piece of evidence to free him. "You know" he muses, "Under the Chymic Works, that sewer seemed to lead somewhere. You know that Vork and Grine were moving lots of goods out of the works, and I won't be surprised if they were hiding out there. As I am curious by nature, might be worth a look see. Guess that is five." he holds up his hand. "What say you?" he looks to the group.
Scanning the crowd, visibly nervous, Zakon tries to keep a low profile. Any time he sees a cluster of people, be they man or child, he tries to slink off to the shadows, keeps his head down, and generally acts very un-Zakon-like. When it comes time for the execution, he tries to let the push of the crowd break around him as he backpedals towards the periphery, but as is his nature, he cannot look away from the grisly scene. And then the sword descends, stops, and shatters. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" he muses to himself more than anyone else. His momentary feelings of triumph are overshadowed though as he feels the crowd came to see an execution today, and one would think that a demon spawn is the next best thing. "Shall we take our leave?" Zakon asks as he continues to slowly back away.
Congratulations - praying for you and your family.
"I see." he nods in understanding. "I was not aware what an impact that our current situation has on our life after death. As for who I play homage to, why Asmodeus the arch devil himself, like most of my countrymen." Zakon removes the holy symbol and shows the holy warrior. "So what shall my fate be?" he asks sincerely.
Mixing his concoctions together once again, pouring over his spellbook, Zakon cannot seem to accomplish his daily routines with his usual vigor. A bit of spilled powder here, some toppled ink, and finally Zakon gives up. Opening his door, he sees his companions mustering in the hallway. "Morning." he mumbles as his face mirrors his feelings. "Well I can honestly say this sucks. "Where are you all headed? To the execution? Thinks that is wise? I have seen these before, crowd whipped up to a frenzy, emotions running high, they already dislike us, well most of us. Sure you want to do this? That Andrew lad won't remember if your there or not. "But if you insist in this folly, I owe it to you all to accompany you. After that I need to hit the market to acquire some new equipment. I can't help but feel this town is not done with us yet." Running a hand through his long hair, Zakon pulls a bright red ribbon from his pack and ties his hair out of his face before adjusting his magical amulet.
Just a quick update for all the games I am running or are involved in with you ... as you know my commitment to PbP is 100% and I take it very seriously. With that in mind some very real RL issues have unexpectedly sprung up yesterday. I will essentially be offline until Sunday at the earliest. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience it causes and look forward to resuming normal gaming routines next week.
Walking with the group, trying to keep their mind off of what is happening, Zakon is grateful for the conversation. "Lady, I am curious by nature and tend to look critically at all the different viewpoints offered. It would be wonderful if you could enlighten me on your particular beliefs, and how I could benefit from them. For what good is religion if it doesn't offer you some sort of advantage, in this life or the next?" Zakon looks at the duo of recently resurrected friends. Could that be my fate, to come back to life after death as a woman? Silently shuddering, they continue to make their way back to the inn.
Gladly accepting Gaarm's support, Zakon nods in Lady Eleanor's direction. "It's her I am worried about. She put forth a noble effort and defended that Andrew chap well, but it is hard to overcome people's ingrained perceptions, as that little fire thrower and I can attest to. "You speak wisdom Gaarm, I pray Pharasma takes him gently to the great beyond. I know that I will get no such respite in death. Perhaps we should lay low a bit, until the deed is done. I know that these public executions can rouse people's emotions and I would hate to have them remember that we worked so hard to free one they thought was guilty from the onset. "Any interest in following my lead on Vork and Grine? Or do you all have other plans. I feel like we should stick together for the near future." Zakon looks darkly around, eyes wary for possible vigilantes who wish to take matters into their own hands against he and his new friends.
Either way, let us move forward. Ready!
What say you all - I asked in character. Spring Andrew or let the brute perish?
As a bit of a completist, what did we miss? So is this the end of Book 2 and we move to Book 3? Zakon has some personal quests, ie the Chymic Works and Vork and Grine, but I wanted to make sure I say in the flow of the party.
Did anyone else feel like that was a punch in the gut? So what do you all want to do, hang around and see if you can spring Andrew or chase after Grine and Vork? Is this the end of Book 2? Seems weird that the climax would be decided by a single player's Diplomacy rolls unless I am missing something coming late to the party. Anywho - happy to move along in any direction once everyone has had time to process. In the meantime, remember - IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. IT IS JUST A GAME. If anyone needs an Internet hug - let me know. I also have a large cache of rainbow unicorn prints on the side of conversion vans that I use as a pick me up that I'd be happy to share. YMMV
Being on the wrong end of justice all too many times, Zakon shakes his head in resignation. "Though the court made its decision, there are still possibilities." Zakon twirls one of his many wires before deftly putting it away before anyone can see. "Up to you all, honestly I feel bad, but I would much rather be on the trail of Vorkstag and Grine. I got a good lead in the market and I would like to follow up as quickly as possible." Zakon ends his proposal by shrugging his shoulders before adding, "Lady Thomas, Gaarm, little guy that throws fire, you all should be proud of what you did here. You tried hard to save a life, but tomorrow is promised to no one. To save his life when the populace thinks how they think, and feels how they feel, he never would have gotten a fair shake. Want my opinion, let's quit while we are ahead before it is me or him" Zakon thumbs at Nizvit "Hanging from a cage. This isn't the most enlightened place I've been"
It takes every bit of effort, but Zakon bites his lips as Lady Eleanor describes the atrocities committed by Vorkstag and Grines on him. Zakon wants to stand up and shout, " punctuating each exclamation by banging his fist into his open palm, staring at the judges first, followed by the populace of Lepidtasdt. But he just sits in silence, waiting until the trial is finished and he can resume his hunt for the skinstealer and dark creeker, silently thinking what a great job Lady Eleanor is doing.
Zakon takes his seat quietly among the crowd. After hearing what the judge has just said, he looks around, at the populace trying to determine their overall mood.
Whispering to Gaarm, "If this goes in our favor, these townsfolk might want to take matters into their own hands. Any plans on what to do when we win?" Settling himself back into the row, Zakon keeps his wits about himself as the trial proceeds. Ever now and then, when Lady Eleanor looks back to them, Zakon give her a wide grin and thumbs up to offer her support.
$1,081.4 each => Updated on the spreadsheet
"You sir, drive a hard bargain. My friends will be by later with some more items for you to peruse. It was a pleasure to converse with you, and honestly your wares are without equal. Remember my name, Zakon Shkeles, for one day I will return to purchase those and more. "May the coins be ever flowing in your direction." Ending in a courtly bow, Zakon exits the shop and makes his way back to the inn. After catching up with his friends, he looks sideways at Gaarm. "I knew there was something there, but I just didn't know the what. Well done, well done indeed. Maybe your sword tip is not the sharpest part of you. "Where is the lady?" Zakon inquires. Upon hearing of her mercy mission, Zakon becomes inspired. "So people like it when you help them for free. And she does that? Incredible. Do you think it would work for me?"
Sure, if you think they will have less bias towards me ;) Can't be worse than me.
perhaps we aught to have Naxx sell them. ..... there seems to be a bit of a bias against you around here. Truer words have never been spoken. Naxx care to join me?
Possible items to sell held by PCs:
I used the sell price 50% without my tiefling discount :/ Thoughts?
Why must everyone treat me so? All I do is think of others, and try to do the right thing, but all they see are horns and a demon spawn. "My good man, you drive a hard but fair bargain. And I must say, these pieces are perfect. I am in the market to buy, but my Companions and I have entered a financial arrangement and for a purchase this large, I must clear it with them. "Did you know that the owners of the Chymic Works have fled the city? I owe them something so I was hoping that you knew something about it. I am quite handy with dangerous chemicals and have half a mind to buy the Works and set up my own shop. "How much did you say this is worth?" he hefts the mammoth tusk scrimshaw from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords.
Zakon involuntarily crosses his legs as Gaarm speaks. "Wait." he exclaims turning to Lady Eleanor. "You still have a ..?" Zakon leaves the thought unspoken as he shakes his head. "You know what, never mind. I am gonna pretend that this conversation never happened." "So we have to prepare for Karb Sanctuary Arson and the murder of Doctor Brada. There is not much for me to add, so if you all don't mind, I would like to hit the market before the day ends. Anyone care to join me?"
GM:
Listening to the man talk, Zakon nods his head. "I totally understand. And may I point out that the populace has you pegged wrong. I am so pleased at how efficient and polite you all have been. Nothing like the 'do nothing imbeciles' I heard bandied about in the street.
"And this." Zakon folds the paper and puts it in his pocket, "I really appreciate. Also, since I have your attention, I have a certain skill set, one that specializes in investigating. If the Lepidstadt law enforcement ever needs additional assistance, I would be more than happy to work out an arrangement. It seems that I find myself short on funds and could use some extra coin. You found find me a hard worker, skilled, and cheap. "Regardless, I bid you all a good day, sirs." Zakon gives the man a half-bow and a smile before departing. Walking the market of Lepidstadt, Zakon does his best to ignore the magnanimous stares, the whispered insults of his race, and puts on a brave face. "Good day, madam. What a fine looking lad you have there. Shall grow up to be a sissy if I ever say one." comes his muttered insult quietly enough not to be overheard. Deriving small satisfaction from the petulant display, Zakon finds himself wandering the market, looking for items that catch his eye. He approaches a stall and begins to inspect a golden broach, turning the item over in his hands, holding it close to his eye to inspect it, before addressing the stall owner, "My, this is fine work. Have you ever tried to sell your wares in Kaptesh? I feel you would do well even in a market like that. Oh, and I heard a ruckus over at the Chymic Works. Heard the owners skipped town. They still owe me some items, any idea where they went?"
This scene is repeated as Zakon moves through the market before ultimately coming to the place he intended to go all along, Elred's Magical Emporium. Pushing open the wicker door, Zakon enters and is immediately hit by the uniquely spicy smell of an arcane workshop. "Hello, I am Zakon Shkeles. I am told that this is the place to visit when looking for magical items. I have this." and he unlaces his shirt and takes off his amulet. "I need something more powerful. Recently I found myself in an altercation with some undesirables, and I was overpowered. I cannot risk that again. What can you do for me? I have some coin, and this." he takes out the mammoth tusk scrimshaw from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. "Pretty cool, huh!"
Zakon, mouth full of food responds to Gaarm. "Thanks man. I seem to get in trouble everywhere I go in this gods forsaken town. Best try to stay in their good graces, or what is left of them while I can. I promise to keep my mouth shut in court tomorrow." Zakon listens to Gaarm recount the events of that fateful night. Wish I was there. Wish I could have been involved and helped.
"I grew up without my mother. Whenever I did something good, something that I thought she would be proud of, I would to go the haunted cemetery where my father raped my mother, and she hung herself shortly after giving birth to me. I would tell her all the good things I did, and I told her that I hope she would be proud of me. I don't know if her spirit was there or not, but it always made me feel better. "Sorry got some dust in my eye." Zakon wipes a bit of moisture from the corner of his eye. "Anyone hungry?"
"And I still have a debt to repay to Vorsk and Grine. Maybe someone has seen where they went or knows something. I find it hard to beleive that those two were able to run the Works and run an illegal trade by themselves. They had to have help. Someone knows something. "While you are doing that, I have a personal matter to attend to. And should things go well, I will join you as quickly as possible. "We also need to discuss tomorrow. Is there anything we need to do to prepare for trial? "There are so many loose ends, and I am so tired. I could sleep for a week. But work needs to be done. What say you all?" GM: Bidding farewell to his new friends, Zakon once again makes his way to the Lepidstadt law enforcement office. "Hallo good sirs. Not sure if you remember me from yesterday. I am sure it is not everyday you see one of my race in town. Anywho, I had filed a complaint about my torture at the hands of Vorsk and Grine from the chymic works. The fellow I spoke to yesterday said that they would investigate. I was wondering if they found my locket? No? "Well I told them. See I was chained up by the armpits like this." Zakon pantomimes dangling by his armpits, complete with odd facial expression. "In between cutting off my skin, they ripped off the locket I had around my neck and said that they were going to put it with the other valuables in the Vorkstag's cabinet. That locket, it has sentimental value. "See when I graduated Acadame, my mum was so proud. She said, 'Zakon, I cannot follow you into the world, but take this so I can always be with you.' and she puts the locket around my neck and I never took it off until those bastards ripped it off. I would really like it back. "If you haven't found it, do you mind if I have a look around? I'd be happy to have a Lepidstadt law enforcement officer with me, you are such a fine force, I wouldn't want to do anything to hamper your investigation, or the hard work you all put in. What say you?" Zakon looks expectantly at the man.
I have a ton to do in and out of character. Working on massive post now.
Waking with a start, Zakon looks around, momentarily unsure of where he is. Recognition coming back to him, he rubs his bleary eyes. Standing up, the shuffles his way out of the row he is in, trying his best to move gracefully and nimbly to the aisle. "Sorry" "Watch those toes!" "Damnit man, can you not shift an inch or two?" "Listen lady, tail is just a tail." Finally emerging, he tries to discreetly move to the prosecution side and takes a seat with a crowd that looks like towns folks, and not the parents of the victims. Listening to Lady Eleanor lawering gives Zakon renewed vigor. He turns to the simple man next to him, "Wow! I did not know that. Did you know that? That boy looks dumb like a pile of rocks, but he clearly isn't an undead. No way he could have killed these kids. So sad."
"Listen Guatav, you know what people hate more than dimwits that murder children? Quitters. Don't quit on me now, son. Think back to your younger days, too weak to swing a sword, magic didn't come to you, girls passed you by for more popular boys. This is your chance. Who cares what this town thinks of you? You have a chance to be a hero, to write your name down in jurisprudence history along with all the famous litigators. "To save the life of an innocent, I can think of no greater calling. Come man, help us, help you, help Andrew." Zakon leans forward and looks Guatav in the eyes.
"Zakon, you have a very analytical mind. Perhaps you could aid our current lawyer in his strategy. He unfortunately lacks the same analytical ability" "Why Lady Eleanor, what a nice thing to say. Since you buttered me up so, and since I am such a nice person, I will do what I can to help. Sounds fantastic!" Are you joking? Me?!? All I want to do is curl up with a buxom lass and sleep for a week, now I have to meet with your stuttering mess of a lawyer to get some dimwit whom I have never met off of some trumped up charge in this backwater town. Splendid. "If you would point me in the right direction, I fear that time is not on our side." Zakon turns the knob and heads off to meet with the lawyer.
Zakon is weary from the long day of exploring the Works, and the longer night talking to the idiots at the Lepidstadt law enforcement office. "Well thank you for your diligence in this matter." come Zakon's honeyed words to the lieutenant. "So when and where do you post that the Works is for sale? I would hope that you don't make these proclamations and throw them in a basement somewhere before you knock a chap's house down. Have a good evening." Zakon grabs Lady Eleanor as they exit. "What a backwards town. We need to get Andrew off the hook and get him out of here. So, what is your strategy for that? I am ready and willing to help in anyway that I can, but it doesn't seem that we helped our case much in there. If you need me, I am your man. If not, I am going to sleep until tomorrow." Zakon laughs as they make their way towards the rising sun, and the inn. Once back at the inn, Zakon stops the weary barmaid. "Just getting in, or just leaving? Either way, I know how you feel. Half a dozen eggs, fried mind you. Meat, lots of meat. Whatever isn't too heavily salted. And something to take the edge off. Like a strong dwarven stout." he flips the serving girl a gold coin and a wink. Back in his room, he rubs his bleary eyes. Cracking his knuckles loudly, he gets to work. All thoughts of the Works, Andrew, the town, are gone from his thoughts. Deftly, glass vials are arrayed in an orderly pattern. Tipping, grinding, bubbling, Zakon's full attention is on the task at hand. When the serving girls knocks at his door, he merely calls for her to enter and place the food down. Whether addition services were offered, he doesn't even know as he works at his makeshift lab. Finally finished, he tucks the vail into his breast pocket, and begins to much his now cold breakfast before quaffing large amounts of beer.
"Quiet down, you impudent devilspawn. My men have already been dispatched to investigate the crimes you seem to want to scream about, however the crimes of others does not exculpate you from your own crimes. Vigilantism is illegal in Lepidstadt and I have half a mind to throw both of you in jail right now. Once you are behind bars, I'll let you scream until your throat is hoarse. Either that, or you can shut the hell up, leave quietly and stay in town until you are summoned." Zakon tilts his head to the side as a look of concertation comes across his face much like when he is figuring out a new formulae. He looks once more at the Lieutenant. He begins speaking in a much calmer voice, barely rising in tone or timber. "I see, sir. You must forgive my earlier outburst. It has been quite the last 24-hours, with me being skinned alive, seeing two of my rescuers perish in the fight to save my life, and I am recently come from the temple of Pharasma where I was cured of a debilitating malady. "I am in Lepidstadt? Hah." Zakon gives a mirthless laugh. "I didn't even know that until you just told me. But you say that I committed a crime. You must forgive me. As Grine and Vork captured me, robbed me, strung me up like a beast, and then proceeded to cut my skin off while I lived they failed to properly instruct me of all the local ordinances. You really should add that to their list. Mine is only ignorance. I am just an impudent devilspawn as you say, and one can hardly overlook the deficiencies inherent in my species. "I shall leave you to your work, as I am sure the fine minds of the Lepidstadt law enforcements investigate the case. Do I need to sign anything to file formal charges against them? "And one last query before I leave you, as the owners of the Chymic Works are being investigated for these crimes I assume that the fine city of Lepidstadt would assume ownership. Is it possible to file paperwork for me to purchase the Chymic Works?" Zakon looks soberly at the man.
Looking around the temple of Pharasma, Zakon cannot help but shudder inwardly. What is with all these swirls? Get me out of the this crazy place! His hearing restored, Zakon looks at the burly man and flips him an extra five gold pieces. "Your money now. I suggest you use it for a bath." "And you priest, thank you for the healing. Try to focus a bit more on living, rather than your life when you die. For you have no life then." immensely proud of his philosophizing, relishing the sound of his own voice once again in his own ears, Zakon lets out a howl of joy, "" "I could even listen to Lady Eleanor drone on about laws and other things that bore me." a huge grin on his face, Zakon saunters back towards their hotel. Not really taking any particular path, he is just focused on the passer-byers, looking for young, attractive women with low standards. Unfortunately he sees Lady Eleanor arguing with a mid level bureaucrat. Rolling his eyes, Zakon pivots and approaches the pair. Overhearing the tail end of the conversation, Zakon does what he does best, acts like Zakon. "Hold on a minute, what is your name and rank?" Zakon takes out a dry quill and rips a sheet out of a picture book he was reading. He wets the end of the quill and readies to write the man's response. "I want to make sure to get this straight, a concerned citizen is reporting heinous crimes, most notably the unlawful attempted removal of my skin without my authorization, and a bunch of other really bad stuff, and here you are solely concerned about timelines?!? Man, I almost died, he ... well she was a he yesterday, died, another guy I meant, he died, but you are not concerned about that!?!? You want to tattle like a four year old girl catching her older brother nicking a extra slice of pie!?!? "Come on man, up! Get up! Rouse the guards, wake a judge, tell the church of Abadar to ring the bells, let's get on this. This is the citywatches greatest day! There is actually a crime they can do something about."
"Nafter I get healed." the silent language of commerce is one that Zakon speaks with needed to get hear. "Where to? " Turning back to the man, "My friends too."
As the door slams in Zakon's face he muses to himself who that was, and where his friends are. He returns to his room and scribbles on a piece of parchment, and drops some coins in a leather pouch. He exits his room and goes back to the door he knocked on earlier. Once again his fist pinions into the door until it open. As the angry man opens the door, Zakon holds up a finger, then puts his leather bag in the man's hand, followed by the letter in the man's other hand. letter: Please help me. I cannot hear and my friends are uncaring a$~~+&@s. I need to find an old crone or some foolish priest to cure me of my deafness. I will make it worth your while if you can help me out. Or I can come back every five minutes and bang on your door until you do.
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