"The contest begins promptly at noon, in two days time, you should be a little early to get a view of the arena and feel for the combat the others are in."
Duncan smirks at Shadow's comment.
I like this new one, Andrea. She's got girl-balls.
Duncan tromps along towards the safe house and contemplates questioning.
Tomorrow, eh? Don't ye got some spells fer detecting lies?
I have not visited there so I cannot say. If we visit in the morning I can pray for some spells that can help discern the truth.
I never asked Fiosa if she was a slave. I must ask Areal if she is so I can get her freedom.
Shadow remains quiet at Duncan's friendly jibe, though she continues to follow Andrea to what ever destination she has in mind.
Faelyn you are able to find the type of lantern box and velvety cloth you were looking for knock off 3 gold pieces.
Andrea, Shadow and Duncan twist and turn and double back but eventually they get to the safe-house shortly after dusk. The house is hopping with activity and excitement, as Fiosa and Janiven try to calm Mathalen down, she is in tears. There is yelling coming from the other room...the eryine is on a rampage.
What? What is going on? Where is Orsin? I thought he was looking after the erynie's head?
Andrea's comment brings Shadow up short and she stands with an eyebrow arched awaiting further comments/developments in regards to it...
Andrea looks over to Shadow, sighs and then gets Areal and Janivan's attention. This is Shadow, she is a good friend of Sunny who perished at the docks and wishes to aid us in our goals. Andrea turns to Shadow.
Long story, but we found the head of an Erynie's that exists in an undead state and is rathe runbalanced. Orsin, who is anothe rmember can calm her down but it seems she has flipped out again.
Janiven motions for another member fo the brotherhood to come and comfort Mathalen. "We can can talk in another room where it is a bit more quite."
The torrent sound of curses rise from the other room. Areal can be seen walking out from one and and towards the room where the sound is emanating from, he closes the solid door muffling the sound.
Shadow curtsies to those she's introduced to, but cannot help but skip forwards to have a peek in at the thing Andrea has explained to her before the door is shut.
Andrea suddenly remembers something. I do have one spell of restoration I can use to quiet her.
Shadow are you going to open the door a bit to get a peek at what's behind door number 1?
Of course! (^_~)
Assuming Lucrezia, Orsin, Faelyn and Ailyn are done shopping they get back to the safe-house a few minutes after the others arrive.
Faelyn enters the safe house and makes a bee line for his friend Khazrae. How is she this afternoon?
'Who do we have here a new lovely...come ...come I don't bite ...well, only playfully.' You see a talking head sitting in the middle of the table with towels rolled up and tucked around here so she doesn't roll.
"Don't be shy, my tongue is fond of elves, you all seem to have rhythm with nature.' The head encourages Shadow to come forward.
"She is a foul beast"
Indeed, Shadow does walk forwards. Stopping, bending over and peering closely at said talking ornament. Even reaching out and poking the forehead.
Shadow's dark eyes looking into those of the demonically deranged.
Oh dear, it looks like she needs a little TLC
Andrea will cast Lesser Restoration on her.
Aye Mathalen, but we need her and she is under some bewitching. Faelyn walks in and sees the new elf poke his friend. He moves over to the side to watch the show.
The head feels cold, she is pasty is color, the head was cleanly shopped off, the ends are not frayed. "You little pointy eared, orc spawn wretch, whose mother was the town's playtoy," she hisses and bites at your finger but misses.
Suddenly the heated anger mellows as Andrea's spell takes some effect on Khazrae.
This is Khazrae, an Erinyes that suffered a very long series of misfortunes that ended with her joining us here. Hopefully we can all work together to get we all want.
What did you cast there Andrea?
Shadow just smiles at the head's epithets.
"So..what is the story behind this?" She asks, though continuing to explore the heads features and aspects absently, being aware of the potentially sharp teeth.
What did you cast there Andrea?
A prayer called Lesser Restoration. It can heal damage that has been done to the mind and body, but the effect varies and must keep being cast on her until we get stronger magic.
This is Khazrae, an Erinyes that suffered a very long series of misfortunes that ended with her joining us here. Hopefully we can all work together to get we all want.
We have come to an agreement. Haven't we my lady? Faelyn bows to the Erinyes and pulls out the red velvet sack and the lantern. Does this meet your approval?
What did you cast there Andrea?A prayer called Lesser Restoration. It can heal damage that has been done to the mind and body, but the effect varies and must keep being cast on her until we get stronger magic.
A regular Restoration spell may prolong her sanity.
A regular Restoration spell may prolong her sanity.What did you cast there Andrea?A prayer called Lesser Restoration. It can heal damage that has been done to the mind and body, but the effect varies and must keep being cast on her until we get stronger magic.
Indeed. I have some ways to go before it is in my reach. I do belive that there are some in Westcrown who can cast it but asking might raise too many questions.
Shadow just smiles at the head's epithets.
"So..what is the story behind this?" She asks, though continuing to explore the heads features and aspects absently, being aware of the potentially sharp teeth.
She was once a powerful Erinyes who was a famous assassin for the powerful devil Lord, Molloch. She made one mistake and he punished her by doing this. He points to the head. Can you imagine her in all of her glory?!
The spell gives the erinyes some control over her sanity. Her anger is soothed, "OHHHHHH, you are a sweetheart," she purrs at Faelyn. "That looks just wonderful." A Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde moment.
Shadow gently strokes the former Erinyes hair softly,
"Mmmmm....the things people do for vengeance..." Shadow says, more for herself than any one else in the room...
So did you folks find anything intersting? Andrea updates the 'To do' list that is tacked to the wall. (Listed in Discussion Thread)
I will let Orsin break it down for you. He made the discovery. Faelyn turns to Orsin.
There is a soft moan from the Erinyes once her hair is stroked.
Duncan Sheathes his sword which appeared in his hands at the commotion, Deal or no, yerstill. A faded remenent o the lower planes. Keep up yer mouthiness and I'll chuck ye in me forge.
The dwarf flicks her earlobe hard. Keep ahold yer tongue. See, unlike the rest here, I remember ye be eternal. Best favor I could do fer the world is put ye in a box with no opening and drop ye in a cesspit.
Shadow shows no emotion at Duncan's outburst towards the item, though she does continue to absently stroke the Erinyes' head in absent thought.
Remember the delicous cider Duncan. Keep happy thoughts. So Orsin, Lucrezia, what did you get up to today? We found a delightful place where we can gather, rather than the Grotto. Speaking of which Fiosa, we hopefully will have more room soon. Gerald is willing to start arranging thigns so Leeanna can get back to her father.
Orsin clears his throat before beginning.
"Earlier, Areal showed me a strange poem that turned up in the leather portfolio we recovered earlier. Something about the poetic meter seemed horribly off to me and we discovered it was a cipher to another, shorter poem called 'The Wave Door'. Faelyn's knowledge of local history proved that this second poem included the instructions to gain access to a secret Pathfinder cache in Cutlass Cove. The cove is on the tip of the small peninsula east of Westcrown, about a quarter mile from Delvehaven and Rego Sacero’s eastern shoreline. Unfortunately, we need a Wayfinder to gain passage and Ailyn's is in a heavy state of disrepair. Lucrezia helped us to track the Dusk Market down, where able to find a working unit, albeit at a mark up. It's likely that if we're to get into Delvehaven safely, Cutlass Cove would be the first place to start looking."
Orsin will let Faelyn or Lucrezia make mention of Rance Lucca and his offer if they so desire, but he smiles reflecting on the day's events.
"Everyone's pulled their own weight today and more."
Damn all these convoluted twists. Used to be ya just kicked the damn door in and toughed yer way to the end. Me an John in front has worked so far. No reason to change. Everytime I try this stealth bit with that damn child molester he never shows up. Ye sure all this cloak an dagger crap is worth it? I ain't havin much luck. And where the hells is the tin can? Ain't seen im in too long.
He waves away the situation.
Enough to drive a dwarf to drink. He heads to wherever the ale is kept....
"Sounds like you have uncovered some excellent leads...all of you" Areal beaming with pride, "This group is so close to making significant inroads, I can feel it. I thank each of you for what you've done...you've been the reason for the success and the growth of ranks."
Duncan the ale is freely flowing and there is quite a bit of good banter going on amongst the members of the brotherhood. A few of the newer people you haven't' met say hello. You are a bit of celebrity with the group, they all know the stories.
"Duncan, I haven't heard a word about John, I take it from your comment earlier you haven't either?' She pauses, "Did he ever say anything about what he was doing?"