Wold-Shaking News..! (DM Donna) Monday January 21st, 2002 7:59:51 AM
It's been at least two days since the double dragon death incident in front of the Beer & Bath. The town criers of Plateau City have been shouting until they're hoarse--the latest news of the Wold:
1) Sturtavent & Oratai have been unmasked as a Gold and Silver Dragon! Rumors abound about Dragons being sighted converging on the Emerald Kingdom. 2) The Meeting of the Gods has taken place--and it looks as though the issues between the Wold gods and the Cult gods have NOT been settled. 3) Upheaval in the Temples of Caeroldra and The One--when Alemi and Marteaus met in truce, the Goddess of Love publicly switched her allegiance from the Wold gods to the Cult gods! Marteaus looked ready to kill Alemi, but the timely intervention of The One prevented the death of the God of Justice. The One switched her support to the side of the Wold gods--and Alemi has declared her to be the new Goddess of Love! 4) Plateau City oracles and seers claim that the End of the Wold draws nigh.
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The Hamleteers have all that news to digest...as well as some interesting discoveries to make about the ex-Wizard's Lair:
One of the two basement rooms is a nice Arcane research area--several arcane scrolls have been found amongst the reference tomes, and have been Identified by the party spellcasters: Summon Monster 1, Tenser's Floating Disk, Summon Monster 2, and Summon Monster 3.
In addition to this, there is an antique "portable scroll-writing desk" that anyone with the Appraise skill check of 10 or more can tell is worth at least 500gp! The "portability" of this item is dubious, though, as it weighs 25 pounds and is rather bulky for an adventurer trying to wear his or her needs in a backpack. It's obviously meant for a well-funded wizard who travels about in a caravan with servants to carry the thing for him.
Marcus--via the party's magic coin--promises to come visit as soon as he can.
Ferrak d20+4=23 d20+5=14 d20+4=15 d20+5=6 Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 2:23:59 AM
Taking some time to work on his gardening skills, Ferrak puts a couple of good nights of work into his pet project at the new Hamleteer homesteads. Not able to contribute much to the monetary end of things he is determined to make up for it by making the places 'naturally' beautiful.
Using his knowledge of plants and growing things, he designs a different garden for each place both distinctly different.
Ferrak is very pleased with his first design. (Knowledge Nature-23) He decides to begin work on it at the sight of the former Wizard's abode. The first night's activity yields adequate results, but he is sure that there is a long way to go. Pulling weeds and chopping up leaves and grass for mulch, while clearing out the area of cluttering useless object is about all that he achieves. (Wilderness Lore-14)
The industrious Druid/Warrior isn't quite as pleased with the what he is planning at the other place, and after a few hours of work discards the whole plan as not good enough and goes to bed just about as the sun is coming up. (Kn Na-15 Wild Lore-6)
Luckily for Ferrak, a sleeping dog isn't too out of character for his daytime disguise.
Roger/ Rond Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 2:44:12 AM
Roger is unsure what to think as he considers the events of the last few minutes. Having never encountered dragons before, he can only guess what this means within the confines of the city. Considering everything that the group has been doing these last few months, it seems that there is no end to the amount of new things that the group will be introduced to. Roger begins to wonder if he'll ever know enough about the world, in which he doesn't have to wonder about what's going on.
As Bill asks for Roger to report into Chenna bout Lake, Roger understands, and passes the info accordingly. When Roger gets the information that Marcus will be by, he awaits his visit anxiously, to learn word of the kingdom.
Marcus Makes an Appearance (DM Donna) Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 6:28:20 AM
Marcus visits the Hamleteers at one of their new digs and cuts right to the chase by first interviewing K'isst with hard and fast questions about her loyalty to upholding the stability and security of Plateau City. After he is satisfied with her responses--and convinced that she is a willing undercover operative like the rest of the party--he gives the half-trog a Hat of Disguise and her undercover identity: Saphron. He suggests that Chenna--owner of the Beer & Bath--would doubtless appreciate the addition of another bouncer to her ranks of employees... especially in view of the dead dragons event that happened the other night.
The spymaster then addresses all the Hamleteers: Sturtavent is deposed as the Mayor and has wisely withdrawn from the city for the moment--at least until cooler heads prevail. Marcus, himself, has apparently passed whatever criterion that the Council put forth, because they have now doubled the funding to his particular "department" and have demanded that he secure the city... against Dragon Infiltration, of all things. The security chief has come for an update on what the Hamleteers have been doing, and is here to listen to their version of what happened the other night.
After receiving the Hamleteers' report, Marcus also has the lowdown on what actually transpired during the Truce Talks between Alemi and Marteaus: apparently, Caeroldra turned traitor and had set up Alemi to be killed by the Dark Lord and herself--but The One showed up and prevented that. The true identity of The One turns out to be Flower the exotic dancer--a child of Caeroldra. Now she is the new Wold Goddess of Love, having proven her loyalty to the gods of the Wold and her worthiness to be an active deity.
"Such politicking amongst the gods themselves does not bode well for the Wold, my friends," Marcus says with a thoughtful frown, "However, our particular focus must remain on the safety of Plateau City itself. While I am not convinced that the entire dragon race is out to enslave the humans and humanoids of the Wold, I do NOT like the idea of anyone evil attempting to overthrow the government by duplicity, either. Sturtavent, for all that he kept his dragon identity a secret, never did ANYthing contrary to the effecient, safe, prosperous and secure administration of the City. I'm sure that Marteaus is behind generating the paranoia that is gripping not only the Council, but most of the City as well."
Renik Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 6:46:01 AM
Renik nods, glad that their boss thinks as they do on this matter. He had felt a sudden lurch of fear when he heard that Marcus' political masters wanted the city secured against Dragon infiltration... it sounded as if they were being employed by the enemy, now that Sturtavent had been removed. However it seems their spymaster has his own agenda.
He grins at K'isst as she is formally introduced to the team, bows low and smiles what he hopes is a winning smile. "A pleasure to have you with us, my lady. I look forward to working with you." Is there a hint of lascivious mischief dancing behind his eyes? No, surely not...
He turns back to Marcus, and questions the spymaster further. "Do you have any specific tasks that currently need our attention? Or do you just want us to keep our ear to the ground for evidence of the Dark Lord's minions trying to stir up trouble? Oh, one other thing" and here he smiles innocently, though this time his eyes definitely betray a cheeky glint, "you mention your budget has doubled. Does that mean you are doubling our funds? As you are aware, the more we can invest in magic items and bribes, the more effective we will be in the service of the city."
Roger/Rond Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 4:00:03 PM
With the arrival of Marcus, Roger is glad to see that there is some sense to this chaos that is going on around the town.
Rond drops his disguise in happiness, when Marcus approves K'isst for inclusion in the group. Glad to see someone from the past Rond murmurs, "I hope things are well at the home front. Though I am saddened for what these past couple of days events could mean for you and your people. I hope they are safe."
Rond also takes this time to remind people that the group has some items that could be sold, if necessary, in order to help fund the current operations. Smiling at Renik's comments about funds Rond continues on in the same vein, "I do have an account with the temple of Karthis, should that help with moving funds around in anyway. I'm unsure what you have to deal with at this moment, so I don't know if that can be of benefit to you, or to us, the Hamleteers, at this point."
ooc: I might not have been paying attention over the last couple of weeks. I'm not sure how much Marcus has been told about the properties we've picked up. If we intended to keep them secret from Marcus, then the below does not happen.
[Marcus actually helped the party in acquiring the buildings. Yes, he knows. -Kim]
While the spymaster is here, Rond poses another question to the group, and for Marcus' input. "Since the current climate questionable at best. With the locations we have, would it be wise to set up some kind of establishment that would benefit the area, where the exchange of notes would not be obtrusive. I'm not sure if we couldn't offer some kind of low grade magic shop. Or some other kind of shop, in which you could contact us as a merchant. Or one of your other contacts could do business with us, so as to make things look normal."
Bill T (Kim's back) Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 7:23:43 PM
[I'll post soon, after I've had a chance to catch up, so, Jerry, you don't need to do so for Bill. Thanks!]
Draax Tuesday January 22nd, 2002 9:45:25 PM
Listening as Marcus describes the bickering and politicking of the gods, Draax's awe and opinion of the gods drops tremendously. He thinks to himself, 'Their desires, aspirations, and greed are no different from that of any mortal of the wold. The only difference between us and them is the power that they command.' Coming to this conclusion, Draax realizes that another childhood belief has just flown out the window. He briefly reflects on the way he saw the wold when he first started adventuring and the way he sees the wold now. He cracks a small smile as he thinks about how innocent and narrow-minded he was in his early beliefs. He is not sure if he is happier now that he knows the truth or if he would have been happier remaining ignorant.
He turns his attention back to Marcus as Renik ask about the raising of their allowance. "Speaking of more money, I have never heard of a dragon that did not have a hoard. Two dragons were just slain, do we have any idea about where they kept the hoard? If we do have an idea, the hoard of one dragon could finance this operation for at least a year. Imagine if we could get our hands on both."
He waits to hear what Marcus has to say about Renik's and his comments.
Ferrak Wednesday January 23rd, 2002 5:05:21 AM
Glad to have the collar off during the daylight hours, Ferrak has trouble paying attention to Marcus.
He intends well, but a daydreamer at heart the machinations of gods and men concern Ferrak very little. Applying the simple politics of nature, eat or be eaten, usually gets him through. Thinking of the former, Ferrak's stomach grumbles audibly.
Looking up with innocent attentiveness, the feral gnome finally snaps out of his reverie when K'isst is introduced.
"Nice to grreet you," Ferrak says smiling. "I was a doggy before, I am, and will be a wolf now, & then." Confusing his tongue, the feral gnome stops, & starts again.
"Ferrak..." he says simply then gives a "Woof!" to punctuate it.
Q & A (DM Donna) Wednesday January 23rd, 2002 6:55:17 AM
The Plateau City Security Chief ponders the questions put before him by the Hamleteers.
"Hmmm... a cover shop... that would be interesting..." Marcus nods slowly, "...I'll see what I can do--let me know which building you'd prefer the shop to be located within, and I'll see what can be arranged." He nods once more, obviously thinking of certain people and/or circumstances that may benefit both the Hamleteers and his overall operative network at the same time. Then the man fixes an eye on Draax.
"Ah, yes--those dragons in disguise..." he acknowledges, "...apparently both of them were young dragons--not much treasure to speak of, because both of them chose to morph into humanoids and dedicate themselves to the goddess of love. Apparently they converted from their original alignments or some such--though the more paranoid of their fellow clerics seem to insist that the two of them were probably attempting to take over their respective cults for themselves. However, the more observant (and less hysterical) of their colleagues say that each of them appeared to simply immerse themselves in the dogma of the temple--most likely they simply preferred to dedicate their existences to how they each believed the goddess of love wished." Marcus grimaces.
"Ironic how one of them actually brainwashed himself to the point of supporting human 'purity', eh?" The spymaster snorts. "Anyway, all treasure either of them had was willed to the temple--no way for us to route it to you. And, as practicing clerics, neither of them had the time or opportunity to maintain the traditional dragon treasure trove."
Then Marcus has the following instructions for the Hamleteers: do NOT let the fear of a "Dragon Conspiracy" rip apart the lawfulness of the citizens of Plateau City. A'tath--in his chosen way to "expose" Sturtavent and Oratai--did more harm than good (since paranoia has clouded peoples' memories that Metallic Dragons are good-aligned, and that both Sturtavent and Oratai are responsible for a LOT of good works for the City), and the incident outside the B&B didn't help things any.
Marcus also tells the Hamleteers that there's a certain noble of the city--one Baron Balentyne--who is spending a LOT of money (and time) with the clerics of the Dark Lord. Balentyne has been maneuvering for quite some time to try to replace one of the Council Members, and Marcus suspects that the Baron is trying to strike a deal with the Temple of Marteaus. The Hamleteers are considered to be "on stand-by status" in case he needs them to more closely investigate the Baron.
Renik d20+4=22 Wednesday January 23rd, 2002 8:27:21 AM
"Balentyne, you say?" Renik suppresses an expression, it's hard to tell if it's a grimace or a smirk. Perhaps both?
"I've... come across the fellow. Nasty piece of work, from what I could tell. Of course, he hasn't come across me... A source of mine indicated to me a while back that he has strong financial links with those lackeys of the Dark Lord. It'd be a pleasure to be the fly in his ointment again..." He looks like perhaps he's said a bit too much, and rapidly changes tack.
"So, about those extra funds you mentioned, Marcus..."
Once their mentor has gone he sets about getting in touch with his contacts, in particular the delectable Lady Florra, letting it be known that any additional information of interest about the Baron and his activities will be gratefuly received (Gather Info 22). No harm in being a little pro-active, Renik thinks to himself.
Draax Wednesday January 23rd, 2002 9:32:21 AM
When Marcus finishes his summary of the dead dragons' financial status, Draax smiles as he says, "Oh well, wishful thinking on my part. I had already guessed the part about them being young dragons, those two did not come close to the size of the big black we saw in Windhorn Hamlet when we were trying to recover the Sentinel Head."
Draax ponders what Marcus has told them about uneasiness of the city's citizens due to the disguised dragons and about this Balentyne guy, whose association with the Dark Lord's clerics could possibly pose new threat to city.
Since they are in standby mode, Draax figures that he can think about the city's problems while he does a little more exploring of their new place. He hopes that searching an ex-wizard's home will not get him blown to pieces.
Arien Wednesday January 23rd, 2002 4:46:29 PM
Arien stays silent for most of the meeting, digesting the news and offers a greeting to the returning K'isst. However for most of the meeting Arien seems mostly lost in his own thoughts, except when the mention of money is made he certainly pays attention. Afterwards he joins Draax in searching the former wizard's home, determined to find that lab.
Bill Troublefinder Wednesday January 23rd, 2002 6:53:31 PM
"Maybe the dragon cleric simply wanted to throw suspicion off of himself by casting it on another." Bill changes his facial expression, and says in a rather dull voice, "'A dragon? Him? No way - he wants racial purity!'" He drops the dull voice, and adds, "Do you suppose?" he asks Marcus.
As the discuss continues, he suggests, "Maybe, if we find out somebody is a dragon, and we're convinced they're not evil or somethin', we can help them get out of the city."
Bill gets to thinking. "Say, I wonder if we could tunnel over by the river - it's just across the street - and make a little escape chamber, so someone could be smuggled under the house, to the river, and take a boat down the river, then over the falls - but we've gotta figure out how to keep 'em from dying from the fall. It's an awful long ways down. 'Course, if it's a dragon, they can maybe change to their dragon form just as they go over the falls, and fly away!"
Bill listens to Marcus and Renik concerning Balentyne. Later, when he has a chance to talk to Renik alone, he asks him to fill him in a little bit more on what he knows of the Baron. ===== Bill helps look for the wizard's lab. (BTW, what was the name of the now-deceased wizard?) He uses clairvoyance to look behind walls and under floors, even up in ceiling, for likely places for hidden rooms or chambers.
Ferrak calling Pavlov, come in Pavlov. Thursday January 24th, 2002 12:49:51 AM
A nice big juicy bone floats in a bubble above Ferrak`s head.
The famished feral gnome has started to salivate noticeably, and the sounds that his stomach is making, are starting to make the table vibrate.
GRRrrroooaaaaooorrr.
Everywhere a Dragon, Dragon..! (DM Donna) d20+4=16 Thursday January 24th, 2002 7:22:44 AM
Marcus thinks over Bill's query about the HoL dragon's true motivation.
"We can't rule that out..." the aide admits, "...because he's dead now and can't confirm whether he was simply caught up in the Hands of Love doctrine or just trying to 'cover his tail,' as it were. Either way, it's no longer a concern to us, mostly because--since the meeting of the Gods--Caeroldra's sect is experiencing in-fighting as well as struggles with the followers of The One, who is the new Goddess of Love. We just have to make sure that the more foolish amongst the sects don't make the streets into their own personal combat arenas!" Marcus snorts, then rises to his feet.
"I have to go." he says. "I think I can dig up some more funds for your group--at least to set up a cover business... maybe even to construct that escape tunnel, too. I'll be in touch with you about it as soon as I know. Take care." With this, the spymaster takes his leave.
The next time the party goes to work at the Beer & Bath, speculations amongst the clientele about how A'tath may have been TOO right about a Dragon Conspiracy abound...
"You never can tell when one of them suckers is around--the danged things can change shape!" a man on his third stout ale within the space of a half-hour says with a belch.
"Two o' the disguised beasties were killed by the prophet right outside th' door!" points out a florid woman, waving one hand towards the entrance to the B&B for emphasis.
"They can be anywhere!" "Hells, they can be anyone!" "They're tryin' to take over, just like A'tath warned!!!" "Naw, not anyone--no race in its right mind would wanna claim 'Stinkfoot Sam' as a member..."
This last comment is actually a friendly jab at one of the regulars of the B&B, but the rest of the crowd's debate continues to take a more paranoid turn, until a single, compelling voice cuts across the conversation:
"Frrrrriends! You need not fear dragons amongst you!" says a portly human man, dressed in the sensible clothes of a professional traveler. "All you need to ward off the unwanted presence of a drake is the miracle herb called dragonbane!" The man produces a large rectangular case with a handle, which he opens upon a table and from which he produces a bunch of slender, leafy sprigs of green tied together with a piece of ribbon.
"With Marven's Miraculous Dragonbane, you, too, can be safeguarded from the evil intentions of those of the wyrm persuasion! Guaranteed to prevent the evil eye of dragonkind from falling upon you and yours--and all for the low, low price of only 5 silver pieces per bundle!"
(OOC: All PC's get to make a Wilderness Lore check versus DC11 to instantly tell that this salesman is holding up a bunch of common ivy tied up with a bow. Anyone failing the check must make a Sense Motive check versus DC11 to realize that the salesman is nothing but a sleazy hustler. Anyone failing THAT check must make a Willpower save versus the con man's Diplomacy roll of 16, or be convinced by his rhetoric that buying the "dragonbane" at a mere 5sp is not only a bargain, but also a neccessity!)
"Come, come, friends--" the hustler exhorts the captivated crowd, "--is five measly silvers too much to insure your safety from the sly mechanations of dastardly dragons..?"
The man is practically crushed by the sudden surge of people wanting to buy his "dragonbane."
"Thank you--thank you--thank YOU!" the salesman says as he rakes in the money. Then he taps the shoulder of one particularly silent half-elf sitting next to him. "What about you, sir? Don't you wish to protect yourself against the hidden menace that is... ah... menacing Plateau City?"
"No--now leave me alone!" snaps the patron. "You're waving around a bunch of ivy, and I don't want to waste my money on your scam." Some of the customers glare suspiciously at their newly-acquired "protection" and then at the peddlar, who looks nervous--but then a sly smile crosses his face.
"Oh, ho--what have we here?" the huckster asks loudly. "What do YOU have against an honest seller of dragonbane... unless YOU happen to be--a dragon in disguise!!!" As the rotund man practically screams this last part, he suddenly shoves a bunch of the "dragonbane" into the half-elf's face, who jumps up out of his chair at the unexpectedness of the motion and sneezes.
"Look at that!" "He's a dragon!" "No, he CAN'T be..!" "Why'd he jump back? He's a dragon!" "Get the dragon!" "Teach 'em they can't take over OUR city!!!"
There is DEFINITELY a fight brewing here!
Gullion (Renik) d20+1=11 Thursday January 24th, 2002 8:25:30 AM
Disguised as Gullion, Renik peers at the sprig the salesman is holding. Dragonsbane? He's never heard of a plant called Dragonsbane before... His eyes narrow, as he realises the little man holds nothing more than common ivy. A charlatan!
He turns back to his work, reflecting that it is not his problem if fools wish to be parted from their money. It doesn't occur to him that if his father had not spent years inculcating him with woodland lore, perhaps he too would be amongst those now clammering for a sprig of this 'miracle herb'.
However he looks up once more as things take a turn for the worse. The crowd look ugly, and that poor guy is going to be on the recieving end if someone doesn't act fast...
He moves swiftly towards the crowd and pipes up;
"Excuse me ladies an' gents, I believe I can help here. I 'ave some experience in these matters, bein' of a wossname, botanical pursuasion, like. Now first off, what you 'ave 'ere" (pointing at at the outstretched sprig) is Hedera Helix, also known as Common Ivy, a plant well known for its emetic an' laxative properties, though not particularly famed fer its Dragon detecting powers, on account of its not 'avin' any. Does make folk sneeze, though, if you stuff it in their face."
"Now secondarily, what you 'ave 'ere" (and he now points at the half elf) "is yer basic elf of the 'alf yuman variety, currently knocked out of 'is chair on account of 'avin' a fistful of weeds shoved in 'is face. 'Ow can I tell 'e's not a Dragon I hear you ask? Well that'd be on account of 'im not burnin' the building down ta the ground an' rippin' all yer damn silly 'eads off wiv ruddy great big claws. Coz that's what 'appens when you shove a load of ivy in a real Dragon's face."
"Now tertiarily, so ta speak, this 'ere" (and now he gesticulates at the salesman) "This 'ere is what is known in the trade as wossname, Con Man, Flim Flam Artist, Scam Merchant, Spiv, Blarney Weaver, Charletan, Mountebank, Twister, Crook, Trickster, low down no good dirty rotten Scoundrel! And 'ow can I tell that, I 'ear you cry! Well, that'd be on account of 'im gettin' each o' you muttonheads ta part wiv 5 silver pieces for a weed you could pick by the side of any country lane fer nuffin! Not that you'd want to, cuz it's ruddy useless! (though I do hear it's quite good fer corns an' warts)"
He moves to the half elf, and under the guise of ensuring he is OK, attempts to shield him from the crowd.
"One last thing, folks; this 'ere is Chenna's place, an' she don't take kindly ta troublemakers. You want ta get rowdy, you can take it outside. In 'ere we 'ave Beer, and we 'ave Baths. Remember that."
Lake (Bill Troublefinder) d20+3=10 d20+3=21 Thursday January 24th, 2002 1:12:52 PM
As Lake glances at one of the sprigs purchased by a patron, he thinks it looks vaguely familiar - but isn't 100% sure (Wilderness Lore DC 10 - missed by 1). However, the salesman's patter and approach he has seen and heard before (Sense motive DC 21). Mildly amusing, were it not likely to further the hysteria gripping the city. But he buys a sprig, just to have one, and so he can have his garrulous friend, the herbalist from the Druids Quarter, give final verification to Gullion's evaluation - or the huckster's representations.
Lake jumps up on a table. "I have a book on herbs by one of the druids of our fair city. You all settle down here, and I'll look it up, and we'll see what it is, for sure. It has drawings of each plant. But, based on what good Gullion here says, we've been snookered by the 'dragonsbane' salesman, here. Unless you have corns." He turns to the salesman, but speaking loudly enough for all to hear. "I daresay you would be willing to refund five silver pieces to anyone returning the ivy you are selling." And back to the crowd, he suggests, "Just line up along the bar, ladies and gents - Jasper," he says to one of the B&B regulars, "You're at the head of the line. All right, line up behind Jasper if you want a refund!" He nods to Rond, and says, "Roger, you want to make sure this upstanding salesman gentleman - Marven, is it? - does not leave until any requested refunds are issued?"
K'isst d20+7=22 d20=13 Thursday January 24th, 2002 8:20:42 PM
Unconsciously smiling at Renik, K'isst ducks down behind the bar and puts on her Hat of Disguise.
A few seconds later, a figure emerges from around the corner (Bluff skill roll of 22 for the misdirection) -- a very tall barbarian woman. She makes her Wilderness Lore check (d20=13).
She forcefully grabs at the chubby man by the scruff of his tunic. "Chubby man must go!" She attempts to carry him outside and tries to literally bounce him on his backside.
She then grins broadly looking at each member of the party and says: "I am Tssiki! I will be your new bouncer, Yes?" She licks her dry tongue after saying so many words and finds that it seems easier to speak while wearing the disguise.
She lets loose with a great smile which on this new form comes off as slightly menacing rather than beaming with charisma. She doesn't notice.
Steps (Draax) d20=14 Thursday January 24th, 2002 10:40:08 PM
Steps watches the salesman sell his fake dragonbane (check 14) to the B&B customers. He gives a small smile as the man collected the money from his victims. He decides to not interfere as long as the man does not cause any trouble inside the establishment. Steps thinks that knowing the little weasel's secret may be a good blackmailing tool if needed in the future.
As the half-elf is accused of being a dragon, Steps reaches behind the bar and retrieves a large club. He lets Gullion and Lake handle the situation while he intercepts any patrons trying to get to the half-elf, saying to anyone he encounters, "There is no fighting in the B&B, take your arguments outside and away from here." Anyone not taking the hint will have to go through Steps to get to the half-elf and Steps will use the club trying to subdue unless swords are drawn.
He smiles at Tssiki as she attempts to escort the scoundrel to the door. "Well met, my name is Steps and I am also a bouncer of B&B."
Arien/Tamosvar d20-1=13 Friday January 25th, 2002 1:44:30 AM
Despite having no real knowledge of plants Arien is an elf and easily recognizes the plant to be mere ivy. As the mood in the place starts to turn ugly Arien reaches underneath the bar and grabs the sap he keeps there. Arien watches as the new bouncer literally tosses out the hustler and tries to distract the crowd by announcing that the next round of drinks in on the house in celebration of the new goddess of love. Once the people start coming for the drinks he overtly motions to the half-elf to get into the kitchen and out of sight of the rest of the people.
Roger/Rond d20+2=21 d20+2=13 Friday January 25th, 2002 4:58:20 AM
With Marcus: "Maybe this shop could be something that fits well with the current climate. Something that is against Dragons, or supports the current council, somehow. Then in secret, we could be working to get any known dragons out. Or be some kind of communications forum to help you with them, or something."
In the B&B: Watching the events unfold, Roger knows that the herb is not dragonsbane (WL=21). Watching his comrades taking care of the action, Roger continues to take care of customers as best he can. With the obvious ruckus going on, Roger keeps his eyes peeled for any larcenous behavior, or any odd fellows. (spot=13)
Ferrak d20+5=22 Friday January 25th, 2002 5:15:13 AM
Interrupted on his way to the kitchen Ferrak notices the scam artist and his scam in action.
"Woof," he says in agreement with Renik's assessment of the plant in question. "Woof, woof, woof," as he goes into even greater detail about the various properties of Ivy-cum-snake oil. Bill being the only one able to understand the wild Druid, gets a little more information than he probably wanted.
Seeing that the situation is turning ugly, the feral gnome moves to protect the half-elf from any further harm.
Pausing for just a moment in the crush of feet, to pick a scrap of meat off of the floor, the feral gnome barks loudly and moves in front of any who try to approach the poor man.
(I wonder where Darkfang is?) Ferrak thinks to himself as he swallows the nice bit of beef.
Dragonflight* (DM Donna) *apologies to Anne McCaffrey, because the "flight" really has NOTHING to do with dragons! ;D d20=6 d20=6 d20=17 Friday January 25th, 2002 6:43:13 AM
The crowd inside the Beer & Bath gets more and more riled as first Gullion and then Lake try to talk common sense to them--finally it takes the forceful actions of the suddenly-there barbarian woman called Tssiki to sharply bring home the point that they've all been suckered by a rip-off artist... but not before Tssiki has literally ejected the "dragonbane salesman" out the door!
"Hey! I want my money back!" "Me, too!" "After that man!" "Get off my foot!" "What happened to my meat..?" "Follow me, I'm going after my money!"
Almost one-third of the existing crowd stampedes out the door, hot on the heels of the evicted huckster. Most of the other customers turn back to their beers and/or their baths, a goodly number of them snickering about their gullible fellows.
"My thanks, friends," the half-elf says quietly to Gullion and Lake, but includes Tssiki and Steps in his gratitude, "I am D'Nar Rozen, and if there is anything I can possibly do for you in the future, I will."
D'Nar favors his human heritage more than his elven; he's about five-foot-nine and his ears only just barely have a point to them. His rust-colored hair is clipped mostly short with a great shock of longer hair at the very top of his head (OOC: if you've ever seen a picture of Lyle Lovett, you'll know what I mean. [Go tohttp://www.mcarecords.com/artistMain.asp?artistid=46if you wish to see Lyle Lovett's picture -Kim] ) His gray eyes, however, are quite elven in their almond shape and fathomless depths. D'Nar appears dressed in forest colors (shades of brown, green and gray) and has a simple long sword in a sheath on his left hip.
"I've been hearing about a so-called 'dragon conspiracy' since I entered the City this morning," D'Nar adds, "But I didn't realize that people were starting to get that paranoid about it."
Woofer finds that Darkfang has also snagged himself a piece of meat and is snacking on it under one of the tables.
It's too bad these bipeds don't have better noses... the disguised wolf tells his big brother, ... even a cub could have scented that green stuff as ivy and not dragonbane...
Chenna welcomes Tssiki to her roll of employees. "I can definitely use a bouncer with a head on her shoulders!" the owner of the B&B says warmly.
Tssiki (K'isst) d20+5=16 d20+5=23 Friday January 25th, 2002 11:03:25 AM
Tssiki rolls her eyes at the panicking crowd clamoring for their money back. "No problem folks. I'll get your money for ya."
She lifts the guy awkwardly (Strength check of 16) and begins to shake him until the money comes out of his pores (Strength check of 23). Money goes scattering everywhere!
Tssiki smiles the smile of a job well done.
Ferrak a.k.a. "Woofer the wonder dog" Saturday January 26th, 2002 12:03:04 AM
When D'Nar thanks the others, Woofer lets out a yelp. "Woof!" (I was there to help too!)
"Woof, woof." (Stupid biped doesn't even know I'm talking to him.)
Circling the half-elf's chair a few times the feral gnome sits down near the man's feet to try and get his attention. Lifting his paw up for a handshake Ferrak whines expectantly.
"Aaarraarruff," while looking up with cute puppy dog/gnomish eyes. (Hey Darkfang, I don't think he's gonna finish that steak he's got on his plate. I bet I can get it for us.)
Arien/Tamosvar Saturday January 26th, 2002 1:48:54 AM
With the crowd dispersed and things returning to normal Arien returns the sap to the shelf below the counter and goes back to serving drinks. "What'll ya have neighbor?" He asks D'Nar.
Gullion Saturday January 26th, 2002 5:23:50 AM
"Always willin' to help a fella in need" grins Gullion, bowing. "Though I'll be sure an' take you up on yer fine offer if anything comes ta mind!" He slaps D'Nar on the back and heads back to his duties; 'Wrinkles' Von Egmond's bath is getting lukewarm, and that will never do.
Steps (Draax) Sunday January 27th, 2002 5:56:36 PM
Seeing that there will not be a fight in the B&B, Steps returns the club to its place behind the bar. He nods to D'Nar, acknowledging the half-elf's words of thanks. He goes back to his duties, but stifles a laughs as he watches the disguised ferrak go through his antics with their new friend.
Lake (Bill Troublefinder) d20+18=33 Sunday January 27th, 2002 10:46:19 PM
"D'nar Rozen? Pleased to meet cha. Just call me Lake. Betcha you're a ranger, or somethin' like that, right?" he asks. As he speaks with him, he takes the opportunity to memorize his features (Autohypnosis 33). He turns to Arien and says, "Here, Tamosvar, I got this one for Mr. Rozen. Just put it on my account, and I'll settle up after my shift." Then returning his attention to the half elf, he explains, "Ya might notice we like ta confuse troublemakers with a combination of subtlety and direct action. The best o' both wolds! You spend much time in town here, sir? Quite interestin' happenin's lately, quite fascinatin'."
Later that night, he sketches in his journal the face of D'nar Rozen, and of Marven, the purveyor of the 'Miraculous Dragonbane,' along with a few notes on the evening's highlights.
In the private script he has worked out for his journal, Bill spends some time talking about K'isst, and his mixed feelings about her return. He is on the one hand overjoyed to have her back. But he also wonders if the unpredictable elfin troglodyte might, oh, just do something ... unpredictable? He loves her as a friend - oh, that sounds so trite. And she is, factually, very beautiful. And he certainly trusts her in a fight - she has uncanny good tactical sense, and a great sense of honor. But he goes on to talk in the journal about how he has dreamed of one day finding another halfling. Oh, she doesn't have to be from Windhorn Hamlet, to be sure. Bill thinks back to that beautiful adventurer he saw once or twice at the Red Wyrm Inn. Dahlia? He quickly kills that notion, since he hardly knows her, and why would she be interested in him, anyhow? But he does think about the fun times he had growing up, with his brothers and sisters and cousins and friends and aunts and uncles and granpop and granmom, and working with his papa, and doing the chores his mama assigned him. Then sneaking out with some of his friends to go blackberry picking, or chasing the chickens, or climbing the trees, and diving into the Boys' Pond. And he thinks to himself that he would like children of his own. To have a wife he could love, and cherish, and argue with, and surprise sometimes with flowers or such. Kiss and make up, like his papa was so good at doing with his mama, who would grouse sometimes about this or that, but who quickly forgave him. And how she wouldn't let any of her children say ANYTHING against their papa, even if she'd just muttered somethin' like it. Say something to papa about the chores mama gave you, and you'll wish for a WEEK that you'd just kept your trap shut!
After indulging in that line of thought for a bit, he turns to his other journal, where he works on developing charts and notes, looking for patterns in events - political, social, theological, cultural. Where are things headed here? Sturdavent and Oratai almost killed by - and A'tath killed two dragons right in front of him! 'Who are you?' indeed! What about the Council? Bill notes he needs to quiz Renik more about what he knows about Balentyne. He muses on Domi's death. He jots a side note to pick up another hand puppet for Shianna, daughter of Frellin and Kianimar. After that, he reflects on the latest news: Caeroldra's treachery in turning to - ugh! Marteaus, and - who is this Flower, now The One? Glad someone stuck up for Alemi. That gets him thinking about Damocles, and his and Marcus' wife's sacrifice of themselves to try to destroy the little soul sucking scroll-making artifact the Sons of Dread used. He makes a note to make some inquiries into the final disposition of the Soul Forge that he and his friends ostensibly destroyed after Marteaus used it to defeat Domi.
Yawn... Bill stretches sleepily, and prays for insight to help the people of the Wold, and his friends, and.... His last thoughts as he drifts off into slumber are, 'Who is the best one to pray to these days?'
Renik Monday January 28th, 2002 5:44:29 AM
When questioned by Bill, Renik acts slightly cagey, but eventually answers the halfling's question. "Balentyne? Well a while back, maybe a month or so, I was looking for a way to make some quick coin, and a contact of mine brought to my attention the activities of this Baron Balentyne. Seems he'd got into bed with our old pals the SoB's, sorry, SoD's, and was not short of a Gold piece or two. Seemed perfect; two birds with one stone. "
"Anyhow, I staked out his home for several days, got to know the layout and defences, then climbed up his wall, into his bedroom window, and helped myself to the contents of his night safe. It's just a shame I didn't know Marcus was interested in him, or I'd have looked more closely into his business affairs while I was there."
"Now I was pretty careful, and I'm sure no-one spotted me. So like I say, I know him, he doesn't know me. But I'm sure he'd like to!"
Getting to Know You (DM Donna) Monday January 28th, 2002 6:12:45 AM
D'Nar looks quite intently at Woofer--so intently that Ferrak gets the most uncomfortable feeling that maybe the half-elf knows about the disguise...but then D'Nar shakes the paw offered and then takes his plate with the half-eaten steak on it and places it on the floor by the dog.
"A reward, then, for your part in my...rescue." D'Nar says with a smile, then turns his attention to Tamosvar. "I just finished the dinner, thank you, so I'd like to go on to having that bath...and then maybe a beer. But all in good time." Now the half-elf's gray regard focuses on Lake and his question.
"Why, yes, I am a ranger, now that you mention it--fresh from escorting a caravan from the Emerald Kingdom to Plateau City." he says. "I'm told we may not be continuing on to the Big Float--not right away, anyhow--since Floating City is declaring its independence from your metropolis here..."
The half-elf's words cause a buzz of fresh discussion amongst the patrons of the place. The rumors had been flying about how the government leaders of the Big Float had been growing increasingly unhappy since Domi's death (some say since BEFORE that), but for a caravan to pause in its profitable journey in such a way seems to confirm that the rumors are true.
"I'm ready for that bath now." D'Nar says, standing up. "Nothing fancy, but I've the coin to spring for a private tub."
Steps (Draax) Monday January 28th, 2002 11:11:56 PM
Steps half listens to D'Nar as he goes about his duties in the B&B. He notices how the customers begins to discuss this new information. He thinks to himself, "With everything going on, now we have something else to worry about." He continues to go about keeping the peace in the B&B, knowing that sooner or lately this new business will somehow affect the group.
Lake (Bill Troublefinder) Monday January 28th, 2002 11:26:40 PM
Bill takes in D'Nar's words, filing them under 'Changing Political Winds.'
Lake then says, "Very well. Let me take you to one of our best private baths, then, Mr. Ranger Rozen. Free upgrade, know what I mean?" He provides the extra plush bathrobe, large towel, and small towel for the ranger. As he draws the bath, he remarks, "I've never been to the Emerald Kingdom. What's it like there, if you don't mind me askin'? All I know is there's a Parnoth fella, a kinda tough green, who lords it over. 'Course, I'll leave you be if you don't want to talk about things." Lake takes the opportunity to show D'Nar about the bath. "Now, this little wheel here turns on fast little streams of water that'll kinda soften up your muscles. Turn it all the way this direction, and it's real fast, or turn it down, or off, the other way. You can move the nozzles under the water - they're just a little tucked in to the side - and change the direction pretty well with your fingers. Some folks like to get them all pointed, say, to the right, and it's like you're in a whirlpool! Oh - soap's over in that bowl embedded in the wall there. Stick the pink one in, splash around a bit, and you'll get bubbles! Er, not that you'd want that, sir. Long handled brush right next to it, good for the back, y'know. Then this other wheel here will raise the temperature of the jets, or make it cooler. If you want to pretend you're in the rain, just pull this wall lever. The farther down, the faster the water comes from the ceiling. To the left, it's cold, and to the right, it's hot. Wiggle it to whatever feels comfortable." Lake waits to see if D'nar has anything to say about the Emerald Kingdom, or wishes to request any other items. "Oh, anythin' you'd like washed while you're enjoyin' the bath? I mean, clothes, or what not?"
===== In his earlier (later?) conversation with Renik about Ballantyne, he listens carefully. "First of all, you can count on my discretion. And second, congratulations, buddy. A blow, even oblique, against the Sons of Dread, is well struck in my view. Look, Renik, I think you're a bit better than me in some aspects of sneakin' about, but if you ever want to include me in one of your capers--well, I might not turn you down."
Ferrak/Woofer Tuesday January 29th, 2002 4:13:20 AM
Frozen by D'Nar's intent gaze the feral gnome swallows slowly.
-G-u-l-p- A Ranger.
Not wanting to move lest he reveal more of his true form, Ferrak is relieved when the half-elf passes him the juicy steak.
"Woof!" Ferrak exclaims in thanks as he wolfs down half of the meat. Leaving the rest for Darkfang the wild druid warrior goes to sit at the door to watch the interesting people as they pass by.
Renik/ Gullion Tuesday January 29th, 2002 5:10:37 AM
Gullion watches as Bill leads the ranger off for a bath, and grins to himself. The half elf is certainly likely to be in for some conversation!
Later, discussing matters extracurricular, Renik nods at Bill's words, clearly weighing up the possibilities. "Well, I have always worked alone in the past, only myself to worry about so to speak. And of course, it's only a one way split! Having said that, it may be advantageous to work together. That Blink ring of yours in particular could prove useful, and allow us to target more valuable hordes. We must discuss this further. Do you have any contacts or sources that might assist us in finding suitable targets to strike?"
(OOC: Kim, perhaps it would be best to continue this by email or AIM?)
Singin' in the Rain (DM Donna) d20+2=21 Tuesday January 29th, 2002 5:57:04 AM
D'Nar is escorted to his private bath.
"Oh--you've laundering service, too?" he asks Lake, pleasantly surprised. "Then, yes, please have my trail garb laundered for me! I don't mind smelling...ahhh...natural while out on the trail or in the forest, but in the City I'd rather not be so--ummm...natural." The half-elf strips down and gets into the tub.
"Parnoth the Green has been flexing his muscle of late," D'Nar goes on distastefully, "I was there while he was enacting his edict about the legal enslavement of elves within the boundaries of Emerald City. Many of the greedier merchants took FULL advantage of that, I can tell you...and even those who were not full-blooded elves had to wear badges." The ranger grimaces distastefully. "I'm glad that my particular caravan left Emerald City only one day after the proclamation was made--I don't think I could have stood that for too long."
As Lake gathers the laundry from D'Nar, the half-elf hops into the tub and immediately pulls the lever for a rainshower cleansing. He even begins to sing while scrubbing himself! (OOC: Performance check of 21--not bad for a non-bard! ;D)
The customers in the public room are all a-buzz with the latest tidbits about Caeroldra's betrayal and the fact that The One is now the official goddess of love. Some of them are even telling tales about how a nearby chaplet dedicated to Caeroldra was stormed by a group of The One's clerics, and the followers of the lustful betrayer were cast from the place!
Gullion Tuesday January 29th, 2002 11:16:53 AM
Bah, thinks Renik, politics; nothing quite like it for turning ordinarily sensible people into a crowd of headless chickens.
Wrinkles, wrapped in a large towel, heads off for a massage, while Gullion drains his bath and readies it for the next customer.
Later that evening after work Renik heads off alone into the dark city streets. He is attempting to follow Ferrak and Darkfangs's trail from the night before. That business of the bunch of ivy had set off a train of thought in Renik's mind that had led, after stopoffs in melancholia and nostalgia, to a determination to rediscover the skills his father had tried to teach him years earlier. He has let important lessons go unheeded for too long now, and it is time he put that right.
The attempt is not a great success. He loses the trail almost at once, and spends most of the evening accidentally tracking stray dogs and on one occasion (until he puts a foot wrong) a horse. He returns home humbled, but not dispirited. He will continue to work at his tracking and woodland lore, he will study some of those books that Bill has been amassing, and buy more if he cannot find the ones he needs. He will quiz Rond and Ferrak on issues of plant and animal lore, and ask his assistance in relearning the art of tracking. He will, he swears to himself, regain the knowledge his father was trying to impart before his untimely death.
Steps Tuesday January 29th, 2002 10:53:09 PM
Steps moves about the B&B, listening to the customers and making sure that they are aware of him being close at hand.
After he is sure that no immediate trouble is going to start, he decides to give the disguised K'isst a brief summary of her bouncer duties. He speaks in a normal voice, but just loud enough for some of the customers to hear. "Bouncing at the B&B is very simple. If someone starts trouble you ask them to stop. If they do not stop, you ask them to leave. If they do not leave, you throw them out. If they pull a weapon or threaten you, you subdue them or kill them and then throw them out." He laughs, "See like I said, very simple."
Lake (Bill) Tuesday January 29th, 2002 11:01:08 PM
"Enslaving elves?" Lake shudders. "That is so evil!" He asks D'nar if he'd like an update on the political goings-on here in Plateau City. If so, Lake tells him, "Okay, but first I'll get our folks started on scrubbing your clothes," and does report back later to bring D'nar up to speed -- careful to share only general knowledge, and not compromising aspects of what he is aware of through the party's relationship with Marcus. If not, Lake will let the man enjoy his bath alone. Just before leaving, he shows him the string he can pull to ring for assistance. After stepping out the door, he pokes his head back in. "And if'n you'd be likin' a place to stay for the night, I think we've still got a room left." Then he's on his way -- trying not to breathe too deeply as he carries the load of ripe clothes. 'Yep, a ranger,' he thinks to himself.
After dropping off the clothes with the night-time laundry crew, Lake finds Chenna. "Ma'am, I was just thinkin' about somethin'. Now, normally I don't really like to turn any customers away - I know you don't, neither. But, do you suppose we ought to let the priests of Caeroldra know that they can go elsewhere with their business? Fer as I can tell, they're just mainly trouble. Just a thought, Ma'am, up to you. Or at least let 'em know that if they cause any problems or try to ply their wares, if'n you ken my drift, they'll be booted right quick."
With Renik, Bill lets him know that he has not really been focusing on trying to find potential targets worthy of theft or sabotage, but he is willing to start keeping his eyes and ears open. He tells Renik of his ability to use clairaudience and clairvoyance, as well as flying. "I just figured out how to do that! Using the wand of levitation kinda got me started thinking about it, and using a potion of flying, too. If I were wanting to steal books, I know lots of places, however, I don't want to take anything from good folk. If someone is doing bad things, though, I think it's a good idea to make it harder for them to go on doing bad stuff."
Woofer/Ferrak Wednesday January 30th, 2002 5:46:05 AM
Watching the world go past the front doors, Ferrak lets his mind drift along with the ebb and flow of the crowd bustling past. Warm in the light of the setting sun, Ferrak drifts in and out of sleep.
Tired from his nocturnal activities, the feral gnome is still putting time in on the gardens that he has planned for the Hamlateers new places. (OOC Wait a second. Have we purchased these things yet in game time?)
When able, Ferrak answers all of Reniks questions. Speeking to the rogue of the ways of mother nature, makes Ferrak more than a little homsick for the great out doors.
A Day in the Life (DM Donna) Wednesday January 30th, 2002 7:31:03 AM
Darkfang quite happily shares the steak with his big brother, belching with satisfaction and scratching idly as he casts his eyes around the B&B.
Things seem calmer now, the wolf notes, I still think it was silly for these bipeds to not know ivy when they see it, though... With this, the canine flops onto his side to relax a bit.
D'Nar--after his bath and changing back into his now-fresh clothing--easily keeps up his conversation with Bill, shaking his head at the development of deific matters.
"Yes...I recall seeing that one of Caeroldra's shrines was now being tended by clerics of The One...they told me that there is to be a festival tomorrow in celebration of The One's recognition by Alemi. The One's followers will hold parties and gatherings all over the City--they have promised that the food and drink will be tasty and plentiful."
Chenna frowns thoughtfully at Lake's suggestion.
"I...will make sure that whomever's bouncin' for me knows to keep their peepers peeled for Caeroldra's lot," she finally concedes, "I don't need any of them costin' me more money. However, I don't turn away possible customers unless I know they're trouble. The factions of Caeroldra are a pain in the bee-hind, but they're usually okay as long as it's either one or the other an' not both."
Gullion Wednesday January 30th, 2002 9:51:28 AM
Now fully aware of Bill's unique skills, Renik keeps an eye out for his regular contacts. To Bill he says; "Clairvoyance? That could prove really handy! And I agree 100%: only rob from those that need robbing from; I never target the innocent. The way I see it, if we're robbing from the followers of Marteaus and his cronies, we weaken them and strengthen ourselves. I'll keep my ear to the ground and if anything comes up it would be my pleasure to have you along on a 'caper'!"
Roger/Rond Wednesday January 30th, 2002 10:29:19 AM
Roger continues to help out with the ordering of the drinks, and the serving of the customers. For those that pay attention, Roger appears to be slightly distracted. He's doing his job, and doing it fine. But it seems his mind is elsewhere.
He contemplates what has happened over the last couple of days. He wonders what will happen to the Hamleteers, or at least what is left of them. He was happy to see K'isst return to the group. But the rumors suggest that there might still be something going on with her thoughts. When night comes, Roger decides he needs some quiet time to focus his thoughts. When he gets his chance, he excuses himself from the group and enters the city as Rond, in order to do some contemplation in the druids quarter.
Arien/Tamosvar Wednesday January 30th, 2002 10:28:15 PM
After finishing his shift behind the bar Arien heads to the former wizard's place and spends the rest of his waking hours searching for the former residents' laboratory. As he searches he puzzles over the more recent happenings since A'tath arrived in the city. "For what purpose do the dragons infiltrate the city?" Arien asks himself, certain that A'tath's truth is not the whole truth.
Draax/Steps Wednesday January 30th, 2002 10:36:13 PM
At the end of his shift Draax joins Arien in searching their new place.
Lake / Bill Thursday January 31st, 2002 1:56:29 AM
"Hmmm - you plan on goin' to the festivities, yourself, Mr. Rozen? 'Course, I gotta be back to work in the late afternoon, but I might check how things go, myself. Don't know that I'll be samplin' their foods, though. With so many gods goin' up and down, it's hard to know whom to trust. It'd be mighty hard to resist, though, if they were offerin' a tasty pie. Mebbe I'll ask about her teachin's, first. You don't need a guide or nothin', do you, Mr. Rozen?" Then he switches to elvish. "Perhaps you can help me with my vocabulary in elvish," then back to Common, he adds, "Though I hope that's not too, uh, forward of me, sir."
Lake nods at Chenna's response, and continues his duties.
Before the evening's work is over, Lake approaches Rond. "Eh, Roger, you're lookin' kinda thoughtful. If you decide you wanna talk about whatever, jus' let me know."
He is pleased that Renik is open to seeing about working a job together. [OOC: Are you sure, Carl, you'll be able to endure his stream of words about 32 aspects of things to think about in preparing for such a task? - Kim :-) ]
As stated previously, Bill lends his ability to clairvoy to assist his friends' search for hidden or secret spots in the wizard's place.
He tells K'isst and his other friends about The One's festivities planned for the morrow, and asks if they want to check out how things go.
Ferrak/Woofer d20+4=6 d20+5=14 Thursday January 31st, 2002 4:39:47 AM
(Bipeds will be bipeds, eh Darkfang.)
Ferrak takes it easy till the sun goes down.
After all of the patrons have left, Ferrak grabs himself a bite to eat and then heads off to work.
Still unable to come up with a good idea for the second garden. Ferrak puts in a passable night's work at the wizard's old place and goes to sleep well before morning.
Ferrak quickly puts on his dog collar if he notices anyone approaching. If Draax or Arien show up while he is toiling away the feral gnome proudly shows them what he is doing.
Right now it doesn't look like much after only two nights of work it resembles little more than piles of dirt and holes in the ground. Nevertheless Ferrak is proud to show it off.
All Over But the Shoutin' (DM Donna) Thursday January 31st, 2002 7:52:50 AM "I would glad to help you with your elven--which is actually almost better than mine!" D'Nar tells Lake with a humorous wink, speaking in the tongue. The pair spend whatever time the B&B attendant has shooting the breeze about timely events in the City.
D'Nar hadn't planned on going to the festival, but it didn't sound like a bad idea to him.
Tssiki divides her time between scowling at possible troublemakers and conversing with Chenna about stuff--though it's obvious that Chenna is doing 99% of the talking.
Nothing else of note happens while the Hamleteers are working.
Back at the ex-Wizard's Lair (OOC: I'm still working on giving him a name and some background), the careful searches conducted by the party on the second room in the basement yield fantastic results:
Apparently the room opposite the wizard's library was a Laboratory of some kind--with many potion bottles and flasks and various ingredients to make the potions. From the various "recipe books" and notes left there, however, there are none inside the room that were completed potions. (Darn!)
However...
Renik's skills at Searching turn up a secret door that leads to a hidden storage space under the stairs. Inside the space is a crate that has seven vessels in it: four ceramic bottles that are inscribed with the Draconic language (labeling their contents as "Light Curative Potion"), one thick glass bottle with more Draconic writing on it ("Moderate Curative Potion"), another ceramic bottle labeled "Endurance Enhancer" in Common...and a metal flask with "Weapons ONLY" stamped in the metal itself (in Common again.)
(OOC: let me know who ends up with what--and any experimentation you feel like doing on the bottles...heh, heh, heh.)
The day of the proposed festival to celebrate the "promotion" of The One to full goddesshood dawns clear and warm. Criers criss-cross the city announcing the public party, and it's apparent that a lot of people are planning to go to the various sites to participate.
Anyone going to the festivities finds that there are many good-looking clerics of the new goddess of love who are out & about, mingling with the masses and making everyone they come into contact with feel loved and appreciated. They are serving all manner of food--from appetizers to fingerfoods to little green candies--to everybody in the area. Children are watching puppet shows and there are wandering performers entertaining the crowds, too.
Draax Thursday January 31st, 2002 2:32:31 PM
While at the former wizard's residence Draax lets Ferrak show him the garden. The half-elf congratulates the gnome on a job well done. No being a gardener himself, Draax can appreciate the beauty of the place, but has no idea about the work involved in making it look that way.
He debates with himself about what disguise he should wear to the festivities, but then decides to forget the disguises and go as himself. He lets his attention roam to the various entertainments, but draws it back to the female clerics of the goddess of love on numerous occasions.
Draax keeps his guard up, but is determined to have a good time. He will go out of his way to avoid any contact with the clerics and guards from any of the evil temples unless necessary.
Ferrak/Woofer Thursday January 31st, 2002 5:36:38 PM
Smelling the food and fun of the festivities Ferrak, after waking up at mid day, decides to go and see what's going on.
Not wearing his collar the feral gnome is also determined to have a good time.
Arien Thursday January 31st, 2002 11:55:25 PM
Before heading out to enjoy the festival Arien takes all the items that were found in the wizard's residence, including the scrolls with the more recent discoveries and locks them up somewhere safe so that they can be distributed about the party at a later time. That done he heads outside and pauses a moment to enjoy the weather. Closing his eyes he basks his face in the sun and wonders silently if this weather is a portent of better times to come or the calm before the storm.
Lake (Bill) d20+17=32 d20+5=21 Friday February 1st, 2002 3:17:51 AM
Bill uses his various skills in evaluating the goodies found in the brick building. Bill has just been learning Draconic, so should be able to make out the wording on the labels. (Knowledge: Arcana - 32; Alchemy: 21 - and go ahead, Donna, and make additional rolls as you wish for Bill here.)
He checks out Ferrak's garden, and praises what he finds praisworthy. He shows him the manuscript on herbology that he is getting ready for publication.
Lake makes arrangements to meet with D'nar Rozen about mid-morning, to check out The One festival scene (and lets all his friends in the party know - any are welcome to come along, whether in disguise or not). He looks among the clerics, to see if he recognizes any of them as former clerics of Domi or of Caeroldra.
Jolly Holiday (DM Donna) Friday February 1st, 2002 7:56:29 AM
OOC: The potions, in game terms, are Cure Light Wounds, Cure Moderate Wounds, and an Endurance Potion. The metal flask contains one application of a magical oil that will add the property of being Keen to ONE weapon. (The weapon can already be magic, but it cannot already be Keen.) Email me with what the group decides to do with the potions.
The celebration of the promotion of The One to goddesshood is a lively affair, and the food, candy and wine flows freely--as well as the good feelings. The VERY good feelings. The very good... very friendly feelings. Hmmm... those female clerics sure ARE friendly, aren't they..?
If Lake asks, many of the clerics at the party readily admit that they used to be clerics of Caeroldra--some of them for the Hands of Love, some were Servants of Passion, but most were clerics who had not been drawn to either of the extreme cults of the former goddess of love.
Comparing notes on the day after the festival, the Hamleteers come to find out that anybody eating the green candies that the clerics were passing out would usually be overcome by feelings of... um... extreme friendliness... and would seek out others who felt the same way. (D'Nar was one such person--he and a female cleric disappeared for hours on end.) Many of the local couples--whether they were married, affianced, or merely just boyfriend & girlfriend--feel that the festival helped to reinforce their devotion to each other and are generally supportive of The One being the new goddess of love for the Wold.
The town crier for the area makes a stop at the Beer & Bath with the following announcements for the public:
1) The top story today: Marteaus and Caeroldra are now officially a "deific couple!" Their union supposedly took place during the city-wide celebration held by followers of The One, which is the official excuse given by the temples of both the Dark Lord and Caeroldra as to why clerics from neither deity were in evidence during the festival. (Yeah... right!)
2) Floating City is openly calling for all citizens of the areas surrounding the Plateaus to join with it in their declaration of independence, so that they may band together and become part of "the Floating Kingdom".
3) A'tath is actively recruiting people to join his cause and become part of a fighting force that will actively hunt and destroy dragons. He claims to have hundreds of volunteers already.
4) Yesterday's festival for The One resulted in 157 marriage ceremonies, 576 official engagements and reportedly thousands of "unofficial liaisons" amongst the citizens of Plateau City. The general populace seems to love the new goddess of love--especially her little green candies!
5. The Gold Dragons, those renegades from the Dragon Consortium, have now officially been excommunicated from the Consortium and are the subject of a massive manhunt. The City Council has officially issued a reward of 200,000 gold pieces for the capture of any Gold Dragon or Gold Dragon companion--dead or alive!
Renik Friday February 1st, 2002 10:06:48 AM
During the ceremony Renik accepts one of the green candies almost at once, and vanishes into the crowd. He is not seen until the following morning, when he returns looking rather dishevelled, but very happy. "The One is my kind of Goddess! What a party!" he grins, before falling into bed.
(OOC: Sorry for missing yesterday's post Donna, I had a party of my own to attend. our office leaving do. My wife will be pleased to learn that no green candies were in evidence!}
Lake / Bill T Saturday February 2nd, 2002 4:43:34 PM
Bill lets his friends know what his alchemical evaluations (and reading of Draconic) yields regarding the identity and use of the potions. He suggests that someone else take the curative potions. He does not want, but like to know who decides to take, respectively, the potion of endurance and the oil of keenness.
Bill begins asking around to find out where he might find a good source of crystals. His advancement in the area of psionic & arcane knowledge have piqued his interest in the use of crystals. He lets his many bookseller friends and acquaintances know that he has an interest in learning more about crystals, as well as their sources. Are there areas on the plateaus where crystals are found, or can be mined?
He does ask questions of some of the clerics as to their religious provenance. Also, he takes samples of the various foods that are given, pretends to eat them, but stores samples of the food and candy for later analysis with his alchemical gear.
"Eh, Renik, just hope you don't get some sort of disease, friend," Bill counsels his tousled companion.
Regarding the unholy union of Marteaus and Caeroldra, Bill snorts.
Regarding the Floating City machinations, Bill asks Rond if he might contact Marcus to see if more details are known, and whether the party might be called upon to do anything in this regard.
Bill issues snort #2 in response to A'tath's anti-dragon troops.
The halfling's emotions are mixed concerning The One's influence. So much fornication! At least some chose marriage. He wonders about the children that will be born from the wild rutting, and how many will have both parents to raise them, and how much of Flower's influence will encourage wanton lust, much like Caeroldra's Servants of Passion. He decides he does not like The One. He prefers Caeroldra the way he learned about her when he was young. Of course, now he prefers her not at all.
The halfling is quickly losing respect for the 'gods' the more he learns about them. He certainly acknowledges their power, their capabilities. But where is wisdom? Where is justice? Alemi has certainly shown himself to be less than all powerful, the way that Marteaus sets himself up against him. Bill really liked Domi, but look how unwise he was. Allowed himself to get faked out by Marteaus. Courage is good, but -- why would a good god ever give power over to someone who has already shown himself to be evil? How is that fair?
Where is a god that is just, and all wise, and all powerful, and good, and who knows all, and sees all, and who shows mercy to the repentant, and kindness to the downtrodden, and who can save the perishing, and punish evildoers, and ... aw, where is there any god like that? Are the gods all just people who got insanely powerful over time? So who made them? Maybe it's their fault the Wold is as messed up as it is.
The Gold Dragons - dead or alive?
Bill downs one stiff drink at home. He is sorely tempted to keep going - to drown the unhappy thoughts that begin to crowd his mind. He talks with his friends about his thoughts, though, refusing to fuse his brain cells with too much alcohol. He is not happy at the various pieces of news, nor at this thoughts theological. What good is it trying to be a hero? The normally cheerful, optimistic fellow almost seems morose, depressed. Bill goes to bed, and suffers through a restless night. His sheet and blankets end up on the floor, his pillow, too, and the halfling eventually awakens, a crick in his neck, and the sweat cold on his skin. He stumbles off to get himself clean.
Bill Troublefinder Monday February 4th, 2002 2:26:45 AM
An additional note: If there are things missing from or damaged in the laboratory, Bill will ask the spellcasters in the group if they want to chip in to bring it up to snuff. If so, great. If not, he'll cover the costs. [In Tome and Blood it lists the costs of a laboratory as 500 gp. I'm assuming that we won't have to pay this full amount, with what the wizard left behind. A research library is listed at 10,000 gp, but a lesser amount is being discussed for 1st-3rd level research, as well as for 4th-6th level research, with a greater amount for 7th-9th level research.]
One more thought occurs to Bill in the days following the festival of The One. 'Hmmm - there is Miss Rhona Biddlebarrow of the Black Genie Center...' He recalls how gregarious and resourceful she is. A very nice smile, too.
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