Next Morning(DM Sam) Thursday July 13th, 2000 5:08:14 AM
after about an hour after dawn, Callistan appears in the stables. "Hello friends. I didnt have a chance to say it, but thank you for the help last night. I know you didnt have to do it, but i really appreciate your efforts." then he looks around a bit. "Your welcome to stay in town as long as you want, just let me know when your ready to leave, and ill outfit you with any supplies you need."
Figment Thursday July 13th, 2000 2:34:04 PM
The mage bows to Calistan "Thank you for your hospitality. I think we will leave out as soon as we can. Today if possible. Would you be willing to have your healers take care of the rest of our wounds? It would be most helpful.".
Shadrach d8=4 d8=7 Thursday July 13th, 2000 2:34:05 PM
Shad rolled over and got up muzzily. Listening to the conversation, he yawned and went over to Olana. He prayed softly over her, having visible effect on her wounds. He planted his fists on his hips. "Who's still wounded? Where's that height challenged priest of Domi?"
Milo Thursday July 13th, 2000 3:04:14 PM
Looking to Callistan... "Thank you kind sir..." glancing sideways at the impatient Figment, "I've never been to an elven town before... and wouldn't mind seeing the sights." Milo remains seated, looking pleased with himself...
Ingrge Thursday July 13th, 2000 3:06:04 PM
Pulling aside Callistan at some point, Ingrge quietly asks him if there is any news from the Tree of Parting and the surrounding area.
Flueterflam Thursday July 13th, 2000 6:02:48 PM
As Callistan speaks, the bard cracks one open. After Callistan finishes, Fluet rolls over, back to sleep.
Next Morning(DM Sam) Friday July 14th, 2000 12:22:57 AM
Callistan looks over at Figment "We only have one priest here, and shes curretly overseeing the funerals of the guards that were slained last night, so shes not avaliable. But if you wish, you can wait till tommorw and she can see to you wounds." then he turns to Ingrge "No word yet."
Olana Friday July 14th, 2000 12:22:58 AM
"Thank you, Shad," whispers Olana with an appreciative smile. She looks a little relieved at K'Nara's suggestion. That was one heck of a tussle. Although the plague continues to worry her.
Figment Friday July 14th, 2000 2:06:30 PM
"I'm still hurt, Shad. I am able to travel now, but I think it would be best if we are at full strength before we go. And Milo, I would like nothing more than to stay and explore a new city but if we do we lose another day. And as a result, many people will die who otherwise wouldn't have. We should not tarry long here - but returning to here would certainly be fun once the plague is dealt with."
Shadrach Friday July 14th, 2000 2:06:31 PM
"Calistan said that the elves are taking samples of the tea and spreading out with it. Come on, I need some exercise before getting more rest and healing again. We can probably be healed up tomorrow." Shad left his armor behind to take a stroll around the trees.
K'nara Saturday July 15th, 2000 4:12:27 PM
"I'm heading over to the fletcher's to see about arrow supplies and stuff..." K'nara announced, "Anyone else want to come along--I'm going to see what there may be in the way of spirits available, too." The female fighter grins in anticipation, having heard that some of the distilled substances in this region of the Kingdom were really very good.
Ingrge Sunday July 16th, 2000 9:06:02 PM
Turning to K'narra, Hmm I could use a bit of extra fletching myself and Domi knows I can use a stiff drink or two.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Monday July 17th, 2000 10:29:24 AM
This day passes, and the group has another night to recover. During this time, the elves in the village have been busy - scurrying back and forth between the more remote places, delivering badly need batches of tea. In the morning, Calistan greets them once more. Two female elves are stood beside him - one of them considerably ancient. "We have done all we can here," Calistan says. "All that remains is for the rest of the tea to be delivered to Titania. It's not far - and I will send you a small escort, to ensure your safety. Before you go - Linia here," he points to the elder of the two elven women, "can do her best to heal you. Please tell her who needs what." With a final nod, he wanders off, presumably to see to the escort.
Figment Monday July 17th, 2000 2:15:52 PM
The mage bows to the ancient woman and shows her the reaminder of his wounds. After he is healed he goes to the magic shop or guild to look at spell components until it is time to leave.
Shadrach d8=8 Monday July 17th, 2000 2:15:53 PM
Over the course of the day, Shad felt his confidence in his own expertise grow (rolling new hit dice-can't find irony.com!).
Figment Monday July 17th, 2000 5:43:29 PM
Also on this day, as he speaks with the ancient clearic, the mage asks if they have a garden for trees. He explains the nature of the fruit he received from the high druid and offers her half the seeds. With her blessing (if she gives it) he goes to the place she specifies and plants half the seeds - and watches.
Milo Monday July 17th, 2000 6:17:36 PM
Wide brimmed straw hat tipped back on his head, Milo disappears after the priestesses arrive, and spends his day darting through the trees and exploring the elven community on his own. He is friendly and stops to chat with any elves he meets, and eventually makes his way back to the group in the late afternoon.
Olana Monday July 17th, 2000 8:43:06 PM
After seeing the ancient cleric (and there wasn't much to be done after Shad had patched her up) Olana makes her way to the wagons, to get them ready for leaving.
Ingrge Monday July 17th, 2000 11:10:40 PM
Ingrge spends his day picking up spell components and seeing if Callistan can get him into a spell library where he might find some spells he can add to his repetoire.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Tuesday July 18th, 2000 12:49:17 PM
As a team, the younger elf woman cleans and binds, and the ancient one whispers healing over those injured, and pretty soon everyone is feeling a whole lot better. At Figment's offer of the seeds - he is virtually pulled along to a small garden and thanked profusely. Milo discovers himself to be somewhat of a hero as he mingles in the village, and some of the younger elves offer him presents of dried fruit and nuts. The local magic men don't have much to offer in the way of spells and componants (times are hard etc etc), telling those who ask that Titania has better resources. "More of our kind there.." croaked one of them, as he stirred something dubious in a pot. They do however offer two small bags of very fine sand and some raven feathers as a gift. Down by the horses and wagons the escort arrives. They looked decidedly..... old. Although the look in their eyes suggest they've plenty of fight left in them.
Olana Tuesday July 18th, 2000 1:36:04 PM
As soon as she's done, Olana runs around telling the others - "The wagons are ready!"
Figment Tuesday July 18th, 2000 3:57:13 PM
The mage plants his seeds, wishs the curators well, and returns to the wagons. He raises his eyebrow at the sight of the older elven contingent but only smiles and bows. "Thank you for accompanying us to Titania.". As the horseman prepares his mount, Jux, he is clearly going over something in his head. As if a light bulb has gone off and he is chasing an idea of some kind. He seems to zone out and not really notice any other preparations - very unlike him not to be thorough...
Milo Tuesday July 18th, 2000 5:41:08 PM
Milo is delighted to talk with the young elves, and accepts their gifts graciously, placing each carefully in his pockets for later consumption... As Olana informs him it is time to go, he excuses himself from his new friends and makes his way back to the carts. He dons his adventuring gear and seats himself in the driver seat, waiting patiently, and quietly, him broad rimmed straw hat perched back on his head, and a smile across his face.
Ingrge Tuesday July 18th, 2000 6:24:41 PM
Hearing Olanna's pronouncement, Ingrge gets his gear, loads his pack and other gear in the wagon. Mounting Moon Shadow, He soon takes his place near the front of the group as outrider.
Shadrach Tuesday July 18th, 2000 8:42:52 PM
Shad made a game out of it, wandering around the elven tree village, seeing how many he could spot. In his daily prayers, he was surprised to find Donyra offering more power to him. Later, when he joined Milo up on the wagon, he went through his usual routine of setting his trident behind him in easy reach as well as his bow. Looking at the 'oldster' escort, Shad muttered to Milo, "Think Titania runs an old elven folks home?"
K'nara Wednesday July 19th, 2000 6:22:05 AM
Once in the trades area of the elven town, K'nara went over to the fletcher's and made sure she had a proper supply of arrows for the trip to Titania. Then she stopped in at a local mage's abode, emerging with a rather bulky package. After sampling some of the local cuisine (and the most excellent liquor that the town had to offer,) K'nara returned to where the other Talons were. "Okay, I'm all set, more or less." she announced, having taken advantage of the elderly elven healer's magic, too. "How about you guys..? Anybody have anything left to do?"
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Wednesday July 19th, 2000 11:22:10 AM
The wagons are somewhat depleted now, but there still appears to be a reasonable load to carry to Titania. Calistan bids you farewell and gives you directions. "Straight down that road," he says pointing at the wide track that curves off to the left of the one they came in on. The "oldster" elves give a nod to K'Nara then begin to move out. They split into two groups and indicate to Ingrge up at the front that they intend to flank the party. Whoever understands elvish catches a little of their banter - along the lines of "..well let the young elf pups spread out and deliver the tea.. time to put the "real" men on this job.." In moments they have disappeared into the trees. It is mid afernoon. The sun is shining down through the tree canopy in bright, slanted columns.
Figment Wednesday July 19th, 2000 12:38:46 PM
The mage mounts up and takes a position behind the wagon, enjoying the forest and daylight. Upon closer examination he still seems to be struggling with something mentally. You see him drop his reigns and make hand motions and making some kind of incantations - but nothing anybody can understand. He seems very preoccupied by whatever it is he's doing.
Olana Wednesday July 19th, 2000 12:42:27 PM
Olana nods and grins at K'Nara from on top of her wagon. "All set,I think," she says, and will move out along with the others. Glancing back once they're on the trail, she gives Figment a puzzled look. "Figment... are you alright?"
Flueterflam Wednesday July 19th, 2000 2:02:25 PM
Fluet, having slept literally for the whole day, rolls over a little and cracks his eyes open. He notices that everyone seems to be....ready to leave without him. Suddenly, he jumps up, gathers his belongings, and runs over by the wagons. "Whoa, it looks like you guys were planning on leaving me here. By the way, am I still riding with you Olana?"
Ingrge Wednesday July 19th, 2000 5:13:35 PM
Nodding to the elves as they leavce to go flanking, Ingrge reminds them that one from each flank should check in every hour to insure the safety of the group and the tea. As they vanish into the trees and he overhears their comments, he laughs and then responds, Well Old Timers don't fall asleep out there. Or these Young MEN, Dwarf, and Elves will have to come keep you old Elves from falling out of your saddles.
Shadrach Wednesday July 19th, 2000 6:43:30 PM
Humming, "Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back, ain't nothing that a country boy like me can't hack. Early to rise, early in the sack, thank goddess I'm a country boy!"
Milo Wednesday July 19th, 2000 10:05:30 PM
Looking to Shadrach, "Be serious... these elves are too experienced to snap twigs and so forth... if anybody hears them out there... its cause of the creaking in their bones." The halfing smiles, and then indicating Figment to Shadrach.. "I think our wizard is troubled by insects..." As the priest on Donyra breaks into his tune, Milo happily whistles along...
Figment Thursday July 20th, 2000 2:33:37 PM
As the party moves along the mage seems to totally disregard anything said to him, until... "That's it!". He rummages through one of his saddle bags and pulls out a spell book. After flipping to a page near the back and reading a moment, you see a look of power come into his eyes. "Yes! I have it!" he says with great satisfaction. He puts the book away and looks forward with a new found confidence. After a moment he begins to notice that everyone has been looking at him. He inquires playfully "Yes?".
Shadrach Thursday July 20th, 2000 2:33:38 PM
Shad decides to gather acorns at the next stop for the sole purpose of throwing them at Figment.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Thursday July 20th, 2000 2:33:58 PM
The day rolls on, and a pleasant afternoon begins to darken toward the evening. Then up ahead - Ingrge notices something. It looks like a lone rider, stood in the middle of the track, blocking their path. Two of members of the elven escort are approaching the rider with spears. There are words being spoken, but Ingrge isn't near enough to catch what they are yet.
Olana Thursday July 20th, 2000 2:36:58 PM
The elf - having hoisted Fluet upon to the wagon earlier - shrugs at the bard as Figment grins at them all. What was he up to, she wondered? She was in a good mood as the others sang their songs, and hummed along quietly.
Flueterflam Thursday July 20th, 2000 3:44:01 PM
"Well, it was bound to happen eventually. ::pause:: The lone rider who somehow knows about our whole situation, and either is trying to stop us, through trickery, or is dark and mysterious, but only trying to help." Fluet takes a moment to think about it. Then he turns to Olana, "Which do you think it is?"
Figment Thursday July 20th, 2000 5:54:43 PM
Taking note of the lone rider, the mage watches his/her actions carefully for their meaning (i.e hands up as if to say "I'm just passing", etc.). He also scans the forest looking for any clues to potential interlopers. "Seems like we've seen something like this recently...".
Ingrge Thursday July 20th, 2000 5:54:44 PM
Seeing the lone rider and the two scouts conversing, Ingrge signals to the others to make ready and moves a bit closer to the trio of talkers.
K'nara d20=16 Friday July 21st, 2000 5:37:29 AM
The auburn-haired human frowns and trots closer to where the elves are talking to the lone stranger in the middle of the road. "Is there something I can help with..?" she offers, her hazel eyes sharply eyeing the newcomer--searching for any obvious weapons or signs of evil about the person. (OOC: failed a voluntary perception check.)
Milo Friday July 21st, 2000 11:52:29 AM
Speaking only so Shadrach can hear him, "Bet?... five gold coins says that poor sap has, or wants nothing to do with us, and merely means to pass the road."
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Friday July 21st, 2000 12:31:41 PM
On closer inspection, the rider appears to be a female human in her middle years, dressed in plain robes, with eyes as grey as her hair, which is tied back neatly in a bun. On a chain around her neck is a single red stone - maybe a garnet, or a ruby. Above it - a small scarf is tied around her throat. Her staff is laid across her saddle. "Greetings," she says with a smile at K'Nara, her eyes then drifting toward the others - inspecting? - identifying?. "I was just asking these gentlemen here if you could spare the TINE to speak with me?" In the trees, an owl begins to hoot. It is officially twilight. The two members of the escort are giving the party that 'shall we chase her off or what?' look.
Figment d20=8 Friday July 21st, 2000 3:48:32 PM
The mage rides up to the newcomer on the hearing her hail of K'Nara. He observes the scarf and checks it to see if it is in fact a Tine scarf like Dakar's and the rest of the party (Int). If so, he looks to the elves and asks "You know these woods. Should we take time to camp now or continue on a bit longer?".
Shadrach Friday July 21st, 2000 3:48:33 PM
"Don't be silly. Everybody we meet on this road who isn't actually attacking us is a Tine or ally of 'em. She's probably come to join us. But I'll take your bet." Shad grinned.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Friday July 21st, 2000 7:00:30 PM
Olana blinks at Fluet for a moment. "A lone rider? Where?" she asks, craning her neck to see. "Oh - I see what you mean. Wonder what they want?" she adds, checking her weapons. "Get ready to grab the reins just in case."
Olana Saturday July 22nd, 2000 8:06:33 PM
((ooops - scratching out the DM thingy above))
Ingrge d20=15 Sunday July 23rd, 2000 5:36:00 PM
Fuming at the knowedge that someone is going around telling the world what they are doing and seemingly the route which they will take to do it, Ingrge resists the urge to just out right kill this newest possible weak link (made voluntary INT roll) and instead just has his dagger in his hand ready to throw if necessary.
Dakar the Painmonger Sunday July 23rd, 2000 5:49:22 PM
The dwarf looks up at the newcomer. He has spent the last few days healing up his battle wounds, but one notices that even with healing magic the scars don't fully close. He mumbled something earlier about them being marks of honor... "Don't suppose ye could be any more obvious with your intent now could ye lass? You're one of the only women I've met that doesn't dodge around the issue at hand..."
K'nara Monday July 24th, 2000 6:09:18 AM
Upon hearing the woman's words, K'nara trotted Poki up a bit closer, lifting her right hand in a circular motion, much akin to a slow greeting wave...then she quite obviously made a fist with that hand, which the fighter then drew sharply in towards herself. The stranger felt the intense hazel regard that the leader of the Emerald Talons now bombarded her with, as if awaiting the correct response to her hand signals...
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Monday July 24th, 2000 1:27:10 PM
The woman watches the hand signal, and blinks a little at K'Nara's intense glare. "Oh my.." she says, before regaining her composure. Her eyes also take in the dagger and questions of some of the others. Figment does indeed identify the scarf as the same one the party are wearing. "You do wise to be cautious," she says eventually." Please, let me introduce myself. I am Lorna, Priestess of Alemi, and I come here with a solemn and somewhat dangerous request. However -" Her eyes flick to the trees for a moment. "I would prefer to tell you more when we reach Titania. Please, permit me to ride with you? I am quite harmless I assure you," she adds. One of the ancient elves nods at Figments question. "Just off the road here should be good enough," he replies, and then gives a sharp whistle. At once the remainder of the escort appears.
Shadrach Monday July 24th, 2000 2:51:08 PM
Pricking up his ears at the back of the convoy to hear what the woman was saying, Shad nudged Milo, "She's come from the next elven town, looks like. But they knew we were headed there, why would she meet us on the road, 'stead of waiting for us at the town?"
Figment d20=14 Monday July 24th, 2000 6:25:29 PM
nods to the escort and then looks back to the lady and in an elegant fashion, the mage retorts "My dear, I doubt very seriously that you are harmless, but we would be honored to allow a priestess of Alemi to travel with us - at least I would. Please join us this evening around our fire. Perhaps we can swap stories and you can tell us more of youself. I would be very interested to know how you knew we were coming this way - a name would be greatly appreciated.". He motions for the woman to precede him to the campsite. He looks her over for a sign of Alemi. He also takes inventory of her jewel, trying to identify it as magical or ornamental in some way.
Figment Monday July 24th, 2000 6:28:00 PM
[the roll was an Int check. Made it fine]
Milo Monday July 24th, 2000 6:55:20 PM
"Bah.." Milo reaches into his pouch and carefully withdraws five gold coins, which clink as they drop into Shad's hand. Then from the side of his mouth... "It seems that a great many folk are more familiar with our comings and goings than I'm comfortable with. I remember the good ol' days when my appearing someplace was a surprise... Watch for the trap... "
Ingrge Monday July 24th, 2000 6:55:21 PM
Looking over at Milo, at his comment, and then darts a look to K'narra, as if to say see I'm not crazy or the only one, and sarcasticly says "Why Milo I am so glad that some else shares my "paranoia"."
Shadrach Tuesday July 25th, 2000 12:09:23 AM
Shad chuckled and pocketed his new gains. He grinned at Ingrge, "Aw, don't worry. If you keep an eye on her tonight, I'll ask for divine advice."
K'nara Tuesday July 25th, 2000 6:37:35 AM
"We must be cautious these days, good cleric," K'nara said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "One never knows where one's enemy may be." The human bladesinger made no effort to dismount, but kept tight rein on Poki and waited to see if the woman would give the correct countersignal.
Olana Tuesday July 25th, 2000 1:11:56 PM
Olana can't help smiling, listening to the banter between Milo and Shad. She winces, noticing Dakar's scars as the dwarf speaks up - but then, he had taken quite a pasting back there. As the others negotiate with the newcomer, she looks around for a likely place where the horses could be tethered and grazed.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Tuesday July 25th, 2000 1:43:16 PM
"My thanks - that is indeed gracious of you," says Lorna, addressing Figment. She puzzles over something for a moment - "Now just let me think - ah yes," she says, bringing forward her right hand and imitating K'Nara's gesture, but then turning over the fist and opening her hand, palm up. "There," she says with a grin at the warrior. "I knew I'd remember it eventually." On studying the stone, Figment seems to remember the holy symbol of Alemi is indeed a red ruby - or a garnet or piece of glass cut to resemble one. "I am sorry to spring out on you like this," she continues, dismounting. "I travelled with Maredrew but then went on to Titania to wait for you and do what I could to help there. I suppose you could say I got a little restless. After all, I'd done what I could. They're just waiting for the tea there now." It is getting quite dark. The owl hoots have ceased, and the escort appears to be setting up camp. Their leader passes by Ingrge and grunts with approval on seeing the weapon in his hand. Most of them seem to give K'Nara and Shad a wide berth. From the looks on their faces - they seem to regard them as quite fearsome, especially Shad. ((Watches anyone?))
Shadrach d100=36 Tuesday July 25th, 2000 2:47:30 PM
Shad was a little confused by the looks he was getting. You'd think people would give funny looks to psychos like Ingrge or Dakar. He found a quiet place to make his augury, asking "Will we find woe or weal if we trust Lorna?"
Figment Tuesday July 25th, 2000 4:54:03 PM
The mage smiles as the priestess is a little more specific in her wanderings and previous company. "Interesting, this will indeed be an interesting night. I will be pleased to make you a fine dinner tonight as we have an escort and seem to have plenty of time - that is, if you'd like one. Of course, it will not be anything like what one could fix with a proper kitchen, but much better than field rations. Until now, most of my time with this noble group has been during conflict. There has been little time to share my culinary talent.". To the elves he says "Any chance I could get you to capture some game? Anything you like will be fine.".
Milo Tuesday July 25th, 2000 5:42:27 PM
"I'll look for some game Figment," Milo announces, then proceeds to string his short bow and nock an arrow. "I'll be back in a while." Milo disappears, activating his ring of invisibility, and then proceeds to make a circuit around the campsite, at 50, 100, 200, and 300 yards distance respectively. He is looking for game, and any possible trouble.
K'nara Wednesday July 26th, 2000 6:06:14 AM
Satisfied with the priestess Lorna's response, the human bladesinger dismounted with a friendly smile. "Welcome, then, to the safety--as such--of our little band." After a quick check of the camp being set up, K'nara addressed her fellow Talons: "Watch duty is...Figment and Ingrge first; Dakar and Fluet second; Milo and I third; Shad and Olana fourth. Any objections?" Her sharp hazel eyes darted from member to member, looking to see if anyone disagreed with the watch assignments.
Flueterflam Wednesday July 26th, 2000 11:01:57 AM
Fluet shrugs his shoulders. Mumbling, 'this'll be interesting.' He settles himself down, and begins to think how to end one of the songs he had been working on awhile back.
Milo d20=4 d20=9 d20=1 d20=5 d20=12 d20=10 Wednesday July 26th, 2000 12:07:35 PM
A while later, Milo returns from his hunt. In the growing darkness, he is nearly impercetible, but as he gets closer to Figment's cookfire, he can be seen, covered from head to toes in varying hues of earth and mud. A large green lilypad rests atop his head, and a smile adorns his face. "I found game Figment... I've come to test your culinary skills..." Opening a sack, Milo begins to produce his quarry... "I've got a pair of quail..." leaning down to the mage conspiratorially, he whispers "I heard the Elven folk like those" and then upending the rest of his bag... "I've bagged myself a pair of large swamp frogs... there legs make good eatin' when prepared correctly..." The halfling smiles from ear to ear, the lilypad slipping off of the back of his head, and plopping onto the ground behind him. "I'll go wash up..."
Olana Wednesday July 26th, 2000 12:46:31 PM
The elf hops down from the wagons, nodding at K'Nara about the watch. "Okay!" she says brightly, and helps set up camp. She will find a little time to discuss forest ranger type stuff with their escort before eating and getting some rest.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Wednesday July 26th, 2000 1:00:23 PM
"I'm sure it will be marvellous," says Lorna as Figment mentions dinner. "And thank you," she adds to K'Nara, letting her go about her business organising the others. "It's only a short days ride to Titania," she tells them as they settle around the campfire. "And they'll be oh, so pleased to see you." The night passes. All watches are relatively undisturbed apart from the usual nocturnal sounds heard within the forest. Dawn arrives, slightly chilly, and mist hugs the trees.
Figment Wednesday July 26th, 2000 4:28:48 PM
The mage smiles at Milo's challenge and prepares the game in a way you would expect to see only in a fine restaurant. The only difference being the atmosphere and some of the 'extras' you would get there. He pulls out spices and things from one of his saddle bags and some vegetables native to the area from the wagon which he apparently garnered from the city before departing and makes a meal that takes everyones mind off the current difficult situation they are facing. He makes especially sure there is enough for the elves as well as the party. After a lively conversation with their new priestess friend and the elven detachment - and the first watch - the mage sleeps realizing for the first time in a long time that he has no spells to rememorize. He sleeps well indeed. Come morning he cleans up, checks the mounts, and prepares to depart.
Ingrge Wednesday July 26th, 2000 4:38:14 PM
hearing K'narra's watch pronouncements, Ingrge nods and then goes about taking care of Moonshadow and the stowing of his gear. After a while and during dinner, He catches K'narra alone and asks her if she has any idea or preference about how the group should prepare for whatever is upcoming. I really think it is time we star trying to work out some group strategies for situations as opposed to all of us doing our own thing. There seems to be far to much duplication of effort.
Shadrach Wednesday July 26th, 2000 8:55:31 PM
Shad seemed ebullient on his return to help set up camp for the night. He even pirouhetted and sang, "Money!" Still humming, he rubbed his hands and chuckled at the sight of Lorna. After she looked at him funny, he realized he was leering and cut it out. He thoroughly enjoyed Figment's concoction and even complimented the mage. He gave K'Nara a thumbs up and went to bed chortling to himself. On his morning watch, he kept chuckling and humming, but not explaining what was so funny to Olana.
K'nara Thursday July 27th, 2000 8:13:26 AM
Ingrge managed to catch up to the human bladesinger as she finished up her portion of the quail. K'nara nodded agreement. "Indeed, yes, I think the addition of the somewhat, um, zealous Dakar has thrown us a bit. We should make the others aware of how we ought to approach potential battles. You, my friend, have seen them in a few more situations than I...what are your recommendations..?" After discussing the matter with Ingrge a bit, K'nara promised to consider the matter and even talk about it to the others on the trip to Titania. Then she asked Ingrge for confirmation about a rumor that she'd heard--that warrior-wizards such as himself could only wear elven chainmail and still retain the ability to cast spells. When she got the answer to this, K'nara nodded and thanked him, then went off to her bed until her watch. At the end of her watch, the female fighter woke up Olana and gave to the ranger the bundle she'd returned from the tree city with. "Inside this package is a set of fine brigandine armor..." she explained to Olana, "...it is a powerful bit of magic armor, but I fear that I cannot wear it because it is sized for an elf--or a half-elf at most...plus its magics are such that the armor itself has a measure of intelligence and mayhap willpower. I am good at tactics and calculating how to cripple or kill an enemy, but my willpower is not much above average when it comes to resisting the persuasion of magic spells. I think YOU will fare better with this than I would." With these words, the leader of the Emerald Talons presented the magic armor to Olana.
Olana Thursday July 27th, 2000 12:42:12 PM
Olana complimented Figment on the frog legs, for they had tasted so very very good. She was thanking Milo and asking how he managed to catch the amphibians when K'Nara presented her with the armour. "Oh!" she said, blinking, quite astonished. "Well thank you! Thank you very much!" and then scampered off to try it on. This had been a strange but pleasant day, and she slept well until her watch. Shad was being rather odd though. He was... cheerful. Yes, that's the word... cheerful. Odd, very odd indeed. Come the morning she helped pack up with the rest, getting used to her new skin of armour.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Thursday July 27th, 2000 1:00:01 PM
The party sets off once more. The mist soon gives way to the sun, which fires shafts of light through the surrounding trees. Lorna rides alongside Figment, continuing their conversation - herbs and spices, theology, the local elven architecture, you name it. Then - mid afternoon, two elves in forest clothes appear round a bend in the track up ahead. On seeing the party, they turn tail and run - yelling their heads off. Two of the escort at the front look at one another and shrug.
Shadrach Thursday July 27th, 2000 2:34:31 PM
"Good reaction to danger! I wonder why they don't have guard patrols, though."
Figment Thursday July 27th, 2000 3:53:15 PM
engages Lorna in a very captivating coversation and finds that the day goes by quickly. Hoping the 'lively' reaction means they are nearing the end of their journey, the mage begins to look around for signs of another tree city.
Dakar the Painmonger Thursday July 27th, 2000 9:32:00 PM
Dakar leaps off his pony and attempts to track the elves flight with his eyes. "Looks a might bit suspicious to me... I dinna like the trickery of the elf-folk one bit."
Milo Friday July 28th, 2000 2:10:41 AM
The halfling is strangely silent throughout the day. Keeping his thoughts to himself, as, with furrowed brow, he sits atop the wagon, guiding the horses...
K'nara Friday July 28th, 2000 6:36:02 AM
The appearance of the other elves--who then turned around and ran away, yelling--made K'nara frown. She spurred her mount over to one of the escort who'd shrugged. "I don't speak elvish, sir," she said apologetically, "Just what was it that those two were yelling about?" Before the elf can answer, the warrior woman orders over her shoulder: "Oh, Milo--it may be a good idea to hand the reins to Olana and activate your ring...just in case! Everyone else keep sharp." Then she turned to face the elf she'd addressed first, waiting to see what the translation would be.
Olana Friday July 28th, 2000 10:47:50 AM
Olana nudges Fluet on the wagon. "We'd better stay sharp like she says. We should be near Titania now I think... but still..." The elf makes sure her weapons are readily accessible. All she had heard was yelling - nothing intelligible.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Friday July 28th, 2000 12:06:32 PM
One of the elder elven escort looks up at K'Nara. "All I could hear was 'Hey! Hey..' or something. It was never like that in my day. We were all restrained and knew how to behave." The party hear one of the other elves snorting at that remark. All becomes apparent when you round the bend in the track, and a horde of younger elves come running up the road and follow alongside, cheering merrily as you approach the town of Titania. Once again, the buildings seem in keeping with the rest of the forest, although they are perhaps a little more obvious than the previous village. This is a bigger place you realise - bustling with activity - most of which is currently at the gate to meet you. A party of local dignitories greets you and gives you their version of "our town is yours" speech, and asks if they can take the cargo you are carrying. Lorna, the mysterious priestess who has been traveling with you, gives you all a beatific smile. Then - her face becoming solemn, she says - "I'm staying at an Inn called 'The Old Toad'. Please - when you've finished here? I need to speak with you. It's very very important." With that she rides off up the main street. It is late afternoon, still sunny - and a strange, not altogether pleasant smell hangs in the air.
Figment Friday July 28th, 2000 3:40:01 PM
The mage smiles as the greetings are given. He waits respectfully as K'Nara handles the introductions. He looks to their elf contingent to see if they react negatively to the request of the cargo. If not the mage stands ready to help.
Milo Friday July 28th, 2000 3:40:02 PM
Milo is pleased to see that all is well, as he didn't want to waste the magic of the ring for today just yet. Pushing his hat back on his head, he hops down from the wagon and walks into the crowd of younger elves offering them treats of dried fruit and nuts that he was given in the last elven town.
Dakar the Painmonger Sunday July 30th, 2000 9:44:46 AM
For the first time on this long journey Dakar smiles and greets the elven children with warmth. He begins regaling the children with tales of his days as a warrior and walks among them for a time before asking if the party wishes to move on.
Shadrach Sunday July 30th, 2000 3:41:49 PM
Shad smiled and waved a lot, beginning to feel like he was in a parade. When given the chance, he explained to the town elders that, as it was common knowledge that sailors who slept on mountaintops or tall trees would be carried off by Rocs, he would prefer to sleep on the ground.:)
Ingrge Monday July 31st, 2000 7:34:55 AM
Relaxing a bit, Ingrge can't shake the feeling that something is not right. So while he does point his arrow toward the ground he does not put his weapon away.
Olana Monday July 31st, 2000 12:55:00 PM
Olana grins at Fluet. "Looks like we can get rid of this cartload now," she says and jumps down from the wagon. The new armour made her feel a little more clumsy than usual, but she shrugged. She'd give it time - after all she could always take it off. It did feel very comfortable though.
DM Jan (The Final Stretch) Monday July 31st, 2000 1:18:26 PM
With a bow, and a salute that involves bringing their fist diagonally across their chest, the elven escort announce that it's time for them to return back to their village. Milo and Dakar are a real hit with the younger members of the crowd, who oooh and aaah at the tales being told. As you all look around, you notice that most of the service buildings - shops, Inns, blacksmiths etc - are on or very near ground level. There are other dwellings high in the trees,connected by rope bridges - but these appear to be small, private dwellings. Two of the reception committee look baffled at Shad as he announces his preferences. They look at him - then look high in the trees, then back at him - then break into a chuckle. "All the Inns are down here," says one of them, struggling to straighten his face. "And of course you and your party will be welcome in any one of them. Forgive us please - we don't see many big humans in trees. If your party would tell us where you'd like to stay - we will lead the way"
Figment Monday July 31st, 2000 4:06:41 PM
The mage smiles at all the attention. "I believe we need to meet a friend of ours at The Old Toad. Can you take us there please after we stable our horses.". He inquires if there are any public gardens that would be interested in having a tree seed - a very special tree seed. He offers them a couple of his remaining seeds from the druid's fruit and, of course, saves the remaining 3 for himself. "I'll be by after we get our rooms and horses taken care of.". On the way to the inn, the mage turns to K'Nara "So are we to keep the wagon and horses to return them to Plateau City, or are we to leave them here?".
Dakar the Painmonger Monday July 31st, 2000 5:19:25 PM
The dwarf nods in assent. " I too beleive that we should make our way to the Old Toad. If nothing else, we should humor the lass by listening to whatever her "important news" may be." Bowing to the children with a flourish he checks his gear and prepares to move onwards.
Milo Monday July 31st, 2000 9:11:23 PM
Following in the wake created by Dakar, Milo grabs his backpack, and after slinging it across his back, he looks up to his much larger friends, "Ready to proceed to the Old Toad... though I wouldn't mind staying in a treehouse overnight... It looks like fun.." The halfling's eyes are alight with curiousity and amusement.
K'nara d20=17 Tuesday August 1st, 2000 6:31:50 AM
K'nara--not used to the overwhelming attention lavished upon the party by such enthusiastic sources--attempted to be charming, but appeared a bit stiff (failed a voluntary Charisma check.) Nevertheless, the elves of Titania were too happy to see the arrival of the remedy to be put-off by a skittish human, and so no real harm was done. The leader of the Talons spoke briefly with the escort, telling them to make sure the supply of tea got safely to its storage site. "We also need to find out where to house the draft horses and carts," she said out loud, "...and we will meet with the cleric at the Old Toad." As the party made its way to the inn to meet Lorna, she added so that all the group could hear: "We are not returning to Plateau City--not immediately, anyway. We are home now...and here is where our help is needed most."
Olana Tuesday August 1st, 2000 11:18:35 AM
The elf smiled politely at the crowds and looked about. So - this was Titania. It was bigger than she thought it would be. Seeing Ingrge still armed made her smile turn to a grin. She gave him a wink then followed the others.
DM Jan (A New Chapter?) Tuesday August 1st, 2000 12:21:11 PM
Having stabled the horses by the gate, two of the local elven dignatories lead you all off up the street. The crowd starts to thin, and somehow the mood seems to become a little more sombre. One of the elves tells Figment that they will ask about the seeds, but explain that their clerics have their hands full at the moment. Following their pointed fingers you see in the distance another crowd. A sad tune floats your way, and you see smoke, maybe explaining where that bad smell is coming from. "This disease took a third of the town," said the elf sadly, shaking his head as he continued his conversation with Figment. "But be assured I'll let our clerics know about this." Up ahead is a large pond - and alongside it - The Old Toad Inn. It's a large but low building with a flat roof, carved like a giant lily pad. All around, lights are starting to come on here and there in the trees as twilight approaches. The door to the Inn is open, and you hear music - although its all but drowned out by chirrups and croaks coming from the direction of the pond. Beside the door stands a huge carved-from-wood statue of a toad with a crown on it's head. "Well here you are," exclaim the two elves. "The food is good, and the beds are cosy." With a bow and a flourish, they turn and disappear down the darkening street. A large green beetle flies past - hovering around Dakar for a moment, before continuing on it's haphazard journey.
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday August 1st, 2000 1:19:46 PM
Dakar quirks a brow at the beetle for a moment, wondering if it is a portent of things to come somehow. Finally thinking nothing of it he enters the inn and begins looking for the mysterious woman of earlier.
Milo Tuesday August 1st, 2000 1:47:49 PM
Delighted at K'nara's pronouncement, Milo is literally beside himself with joy and wonder as he enters the elven home called Titania. Seeing the Old Toad Inn, the halfling nearly bounces on his toes, "What a remarkable tavern." His small cherubic face turns serious for a moment as he notices the beetle flapping around Dakar, "Perhaps friend Dwarf... you could use a bath..." the halfling grins, "I know I could... a nice hot one."
Figment Tuesday August 1st, 2000 3:01:25 PM
The mage steps into the bar, feeling a bit strange - like he won't see his home for a while. As K'Nara has pronounced the intentions of the Talons to stay in the Emerald Kingdom for a while the mage smiles a bit grimly and says "I guess I will have an experience somewhat like yours. My family is for the most part not interested in seeing me now and so my being away will probably be a good thing. But I will miss it...". The mage looks for the priestess in hopes of continuing their conversation.
Ingrge Tuesday August 1st, 2000 5:27:02 PM
As the party moves through the town and toward the inn Ingrge relaxes a bit and even a smile touches the corners of his mouth as he watches the antics of the young elf children surrounding and hounding Milo and Dakar. His face gets very grim and a hard look touches his eyes as their escort points toward the funeral pyres and tells them about the diseases damage. About the time they reach the inn it is obvious that he has come to some sort of decision. As he puts away his bow and enters the inn, he winds his way up to K'narra and simply says, "Fine, I'll do it." Ingrge then walks over to a corner table and sits down.
Olana Wednesday August 2nd, 2000 10:44:13 AM
Walking along, Olana marvelled at the town - a much bigger place than the last one, and definitely bigger than her own village. The darkening sky seemed to make it all the more magical somehow as she saw all the lights appear in the trees. At the sight of the funeral pyres she stopped and stared for a moment. Ingrge reaction she could understand. As for herself - she just felt - empty somehow. Giving a shrug, she accompanied the others to the Inn. She felt tired, was hungry and needed a bath.
DM Jan (A New Chapter?) Wednesday August 2nd, 2000 11:59:02 AM
Lorna the priestess is easily spotted inside, sat at a corner table, and she smiles as you arrive. "I've asked for a quiet room upstairs where we won't be disturbed," she says. "I've already eaten, so please - settle yourselves in and get something to eat. When you're done, meet with me upstairs and I'll tell you what this is all about." Her face takes on a serious note at this last part, and with a polite bow to them all - she heads for the stairs. The Innkeeper, his head barman and two serving maids are stood there looking at you expectantly. He tells you how proud he is at having you visit his humble establishment - and that there are rooms available, hot tubs out the back next to the pond, and then rhymes off a list of food and drink including spicy stew, fresh bread, fruit, cheese, roast boar with apples, walnut loaf, juice, elven wines, and a rare cask of dwarven ale. The main bar - while not crowded, boasts a fair number of the local elven patrons - who raise their glasses to you whenever you make eye contact. There is a roaring fire by the hearth. Sat in front of it, warming their toes are two male elves having a heated conversation about stolen apples. "Don't care who they are," mutters one of them. "I work long and hard on those orchards - next time I see 'em I'll set the birds on 'em."
Figment Wednesday August 2nd, 2000 1:15:09 PM
The mage orders stew, cheese, walnut loaf, and a nice red wine for the meal. "My good innkeep, we most likely will be staying here unless our conversation with the priestess requires we leave immediately - but that I doubt. I will look forward to your hot baths out back." He listens with interest as the elves speak of the apples but he never engages in the coversation. He smiles and nods any time he is toasted. He, of course, returns the favour as appropriate. He does not take long to enjoy the meal but he pauses as he tastes the wine especially considering it's quality. When the group completes their meal and rises to meet Lorna, he makes sure and compliments the chef and servers for their exemplary service and food.
Flueterflam Wednesday August 2nd, 2000 5:37:06 PM
Fluet orders fruit mainly, but a little of everything else. Once his food comes, he eats a surprising amount for his slender body. After he finisheds, he sits behind the two arguing by the fire to listen more in depth about what they have to say.
Milo Wednesday August 2nd, 2000 5:37:07 PM
Realizing that his tummy is empty, Milo orders stew, cheese, fruit, and some of the walnut loaf, and a nice cup of tea to wash it down. Placing five gold coins in the innkeeper's hand, "I'd like to buy a glass of wine for the folks here," he motions to the elves in the room. "I'm also looking forward to a nice hot bath after speaking with milady upstairs." The halfling grins.
Ingrge Wednesday August 2nd, 2000 6:36:27 PM
Ingrge orders quite a bit of food and then just barely nibbles on anything as he seems way far out, lost in his own thoughts, His glass of elven red wine though keeps ending up empty and is refilled at least four times.
K'nara Thursday August 3rd, 2000 5:45:41 AM
The female fighter smiled and thanked the helpful staff of the Old Toad in advance for the service they would soon be rendering, because she--for one--was famished. After ordering a prodigious amount of food, K'nara sighed and sank into her seat a bit. "I like the idea that I am stepping on native soil," she said, "Even though the immediate circumstances are not...ideal." Then she, too, tilted her head to listen to the conversation about orchards and birds...
Olana Thursday August 3rd, 2000 11:06:33 AM
Olana excused herself and took advantage of the hot tubs first, before eating. It took a while to wriggle out of her armour, but she felt so much better after a wash, and rebraided her clean hair with precision. Once she'd replaced her armour, strangely enough she felt even better. Back inside, she sat with the others, eating some walnut loaf and fruit. "What are those old fools gossiping about," she asked, putting her feet up on a chair, and gesturing toward the fire.
Olana Thursday August 3rd, 2000 11:41:29 AM
Those listening in on the conversation by the fire hear that "... everything was fine until 'the new rule'. After that - it was total chaos... " and "....XXXXX(expletive deleted) dragon.." after which they glance around fearfully - but thats about all. The Innkeeper announces proudly to K'Nara that there will be no charge for service and sustinence. "You can tip the maids if you like," he says. "But I won't hear of anything else." Both Figment and Ingrge find the wine of good quality, and exceptionally strong, and the local's grins become wider as they're handed a free glass of the stuff - courtesy of Milo. It's getting late - and some of the patrons begin to leave. Outside - the insect cacophony around the pond has lessened, and the townspeople are starting to shut up shop, and head for their beds. Upstairs, the priestess waits - her door slightly ajar.
DM Jan (A new Chapter?) Thursday August 3rd, 2000 11:51:15 AM
((Grrrrr..... I swear I changed the above sigline - honest - double checked it too))
Flueterflam Thursday August 3rd, 2000 6:51:29 PM
Fluet takes his leave and proceeds alone to the priestess' room. He enters timidly, as though afraid he might disturb the room's occupants. "I'm sure everyone will be here soon. By the way, I just wanted to ask a question...." Fluet waits until he has her attention. "The elves here seem a bit not like elves. I'm not sure how to put it to words, but do you know what I mean? Anyway, I was hoping maybe you could enlighten me in understanding why things are like how they are."
Milo Friday August 4th, 2000 3:06:34 AM
After finishing his meal, Milo quietly walks upstairs to the priestess' room and entering just as quietly, after the bard, sits on the floor, with his back to the wall, and listens.
K'nara Friday August 4th, 2000 6:11:10 AM
The human bladesinger ate her fill while noting the conversation between the disgruntled orchard workers. Then she rose to her feet, leaving on the table enough silver so that the serving maids got two apiece, and ambled up the stairs with a burp and a blushing "oh, excuse me!" She walked into the priestess' room after Lorna answered Fluet's question.
Figment Friday August 4th, 2000 1:21:15 PM
The mage makes his way upstairs noticing the fear the elves have toward their tyrant leader. His sadness deepens when he realized they are currently better off with him in power compared to the Dark Lord. He grows quickly thankful of his own situation as he opens the door to Lorna's room. He takes a seat near the priestess.
Olana Friday August 4th, 2000 1:21:16 PM
The elf follows the others upstairs, very curious as to what the priestess has to say.
DM Jan (A New Chapter?) Friday August 4th, 2000 1:21:17 PM
Lorna thinks for a moment, and then shrugs at Fluet's question. "Perhaps it's because these are strange times, my young friend, where there is no room for songs and dancing, and where some heavy compromises have to be made - don't forget you are their honoured guests. They're a proud lot, and are doing what they can by way of recompense. It is therefore important to accept what they give with good grace." Then she winks at him. "And a lot better than being met at the gate with spears, I should think." As the others arrive she smiles and welcomes them, asking the last one in to close the door. As soon as everyone is seated, she says - "I thank you all for agreeing to listen to me, and I won't beat about the bush. The Tines desperately need your help. I wasn't sure if Maredrew had told you or not, but one of our leaders, a good man, of great influence - has been captured and imprisoned, and languishes in the Emerald City's strongest prison. We have to get him out before the whole structure of the Tines crumbles and falls apart. Please - will you help us?"
Figment Friday August 4th, 2000 3:53:12 PM
The mage watches Lorna as she makes her request. As is his custom, he asks for more information. "So where is the prison and who is it we're trying to free? Also, why was he imprisoned? What was his 'crime'?".
Milo Friday August 4th, 2000 7:11:05 PM
Milo gets a sagely look on his face, "Hmmm... an opportunity to break into a prison." The halfling rubs his forefinger and thumb against his chin, "An interesting challenge... I like it." His face brightens...
Flueterflam Saturday August 5th, 2000 2:13:09 AM
The bard thinks back to a previous situation that he had in a prison. As if to erase the memory, he shakes his head. Then proceeds, directing his words to his first, and original, companions, "I don't like Parnoth prisons." He shakes his head again. After pausing a moment, "I suppose, despite any questions any of us asks, we will still accept. Mind you, I'm not speaking for the others, just making an observation. It seems to be our custom to try to accommodate everyone's request of us."
Olana Monday August 7th, 2000 12:16:43 PM
Olana narrows her eyes at the mention of prison for a moment, and then shrugs. Winking at Fluet, she says to him. "You have a point my friend, but do you have something better to do?"
DM Jan (A new Chapter?) Monday August 7th, 2000 12:53:55 PM
Lorna listens to the questions presented to her before attempting to explain. "The man in question is Caden Tremaine." The priestess almost seems to glow as she speaks of him. "He's been one of the leaders of the Tines for a long while. It is he who somehow, even when everything looks black - gives us the hope and enthusiasm needed to keep us on our path. Without him we are lost." Then, with a sigh she continues. "The prison itself is not far from Parnoth's palace - at the far edge of the Emerald City. It's heavily guarded, and is magically warded." Looking at Fluet she adds - "I understand your hesitation, young bard. I realise what I ask of you - and the potential dangers involved. This will be no picnic, I assure you, but - alas we've tried everything. The only bright light in all this - is that we 'think' we've discovered a way to get in." Standing, she walks to a window that overlooks the main thoroughfare of Titania. "As to why he was imprisoned, well - as you're probably aware - Parnoth banned all elves from the City and it's surrounding areas. This is probably as near an elf can get to the City - unless they're a gardener- or part of a merchant's caravan. The result of this has meant starvation and homelessness. Caden was meant to have a secret meeting with one of the City's Elders - one responsible for food distribution in the hope of smuggling food out to those who needed it." She laughed bitterly before continuing. "He was betrayed of course. I suppose the Elders are too deep in Parnoth's pocket. He is now in jail charged with perverting the course of justice. We don't know what his fate will be there, people have been executed for less. All we know is that he's still alive." Turning away from the window, she dabbed away a tear. "I'm sorry," she said. "This is most upsetting."
Flueterflam Monday August 7th, 2000 7:27:46 PM
The bard frowns.
Ingrge Monday August 7th, 2000 8:01:47 PM
With a scowl on his face, (and a song in his heart) Ingrge looks at Lorna and asks, "Just how many people are going to know of our mission, should we accept it?" I am extremely tired of everyone knowing our every move seemingly before we do. It makes me angry. And you won't like me If I get angry.
Dakar the Painmonger Monday August 7th, 2000 9:24:06 PM
" I need plans. Floor plans inside and at kleast some sketches of guard movement on the outside. You tines must have had one person come out of this jail at some point. We need to talk to them and get what they know. We need oil. Heavy casks but not too heavy that we can't carry them. Preferably several. What typoe of construction is the building? Stone? Wood? Metal? What race constructed it? All these questions must be answered."
Milo Monday August 7th, 2000 11:46:31 PM
Deep in thought, Milo abruptly pipes up, "Yes I agree with Dakar, plans would be very nice, and guard movements miraculous..." Turning to the dwarf, "I'd be happy to scout out the guard situation once we got there... perhaps an evening to plan, and then an evening to execute. Though I'm not sure why you want oil. I think that the quieter we pull this off, the better..." Its obvious that a plan is trying to work itself out in the diminutive burglar's mind as he thoughtfully strokes his own chin.
Figment Tuesday August 8th, 2000 8:33:57 AM
The mage rises and tries to comfort the woman. "If you know a way in why has there been no attempt to get hime out yet?", The mage waits for the reponses.
K'nara Tuesday August 8th, 2000 8:33:58 AM
"We who are Tines ourselves will do whatever it takes to free Caden." the leader of the Emerald Talons said forcefully. "I will not pledge those who are not members of the Tines, but I, myself, would personally appreciate the assistance." K'nara turned to face the priestess. "If you could kindly give the details that my fellow Emerald Talons have asked about..? Oh, and just HOW is it that you believe we CAN get into the prison..?"
Olana Tuesday August 8th, 2000 10:32:18 AM
K'Nara was right - Olana, being a Tine would have no real choice but to help here. Still - the others raised some interesting questions, so she sat quietly, wondering how the priestess would answer.
DM Jan (The Plot Thickens) Tuesday August 8th, 2000 11:56:27 AM
Recovering her composure, Lorna re-takes her seat, looking at the fearsome young elf. "The Tines have their way of knowing things, and yes - there will be others who will know of this plan - but not many. Myself, Maredrew, and a couple of contacts in the City, who have the prison plans - but that should be about it." Facing them all, she folds her hands on her lap. "I'll tell you what I can," she says. "The prison is a formidable place, made of stone. There are two floors above ground, administrative buildings - the rest of it is underground. So far we've had three attempts at getting in - with disasterous and fatal consequences. The problem hasn't been the guards, although knowing their movements are important - it's the wards, and we've been unable to find a way past them. These wards have been successful in ensuring that absolutely no one has been able to escape. Until now." The priestess paused for a moment, before continuing. "We have it on good authority that someone has indeed escaped - and is now on the run - AND we know his current hideout, although why he would choose to hide in Emerald City I don't know. If it were me - I'd be off like a frightened rabbit. Now in order to have got out of there - he HAS to have known how to get around those wards. So the first step is to contact him, find out what he knows - and hopefully enlist his help. This won't be as easy as it sounds - and for that reason we need the best people to tackle this. You ARE the best. Please - will you do this?"
Figment Tuesday August 8th, 2000 2:49:57 PM
The mage sits back down and looks at the others. He takes a deep breath and sighs remembering he is almost the newest member of this group. "In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined going to a foreign country and within days breaking into their top security prison to free a dissident to the government - and all within a couple of months in knowing you all. This is indeed more than I imagined could possibly happen! Of course I've also met the High Lord Mayor, had dinner with the Gold Dragons, had a look at Joe Hands' spell books, gained a great deal of power and prestige among my peers in the arts... and that's just the beginning of our adventures. Most recently the Hierophant told us that we'd be the undoing of the current problems of this country. I can see how this mission could very well be a huge factor. I do not remember taking a binding oath to this group - as is the custom in New Elenna, but I HAVE taken the oath in spirit as we have relied on each other to preserve life and limb. I know little of the Tines but I know more about some of those who are Tines.". The mage stands. "If they are in so am I! But I must admit the notion makes me uncomfortable as I don't know that much about the politics and laws of this place - nor how it may affect my own country...".
Flueterflam Tuesday August 8th, 2000 2:49:58 PM
"Do you know what the problem is with the wards?" Fluet waits for the answer patiently. After receiving his answer, "And are you sure that a group of us, assuming we make it inside alright, won't be able to take them on?"
Milo Tuesday August 8th, 2000 4:39:34 PM
"Heck Figment, not counting Dakar over there, I am the newest recruit to this group..." facing K'nara, "But I don't need some old oath to tell me whats right from wrong... and there are times for both..." the halfling gets a perplexed expression on his face as if he just confused himself, then continuing, "At any rate, you can count me in.. on principle, and pure curiousity..." satisfied with that, Milo smiles.
Ingrge Tuesday August 8th, 2000 7:27:43 PM
Hmmphh, That's four too many for my way of thinking. As for doing this chore, My Tine oath would bind me even did I not want to do this. Although I must admit to being a bit leary of a sudden escapee that flees to the city.
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday August 8th, 2000 8:43:08 PM
"I'm in already, but that's beyond the qeustion. Location of the escapee is what? We'll get the trick out of him one way or another." says the dwarf calmly, while stroking his axe.
K'nara Wednesday August 9th, 2000 7:38:21 AM
"I see that the Talons are with me," K'nara said, smiling proudly, "And I, too, have my suspicions about a 'sudden' escapee. We will go see this person and do whatever we can to free Caden Tremaine."
Olana Wednesday August 9th, 2000 11:02:12 AM
Olana looks at Dakar's axe and smiles grimly. Then, shaking her head as though she's trying to get rid of something, she says brightly. "Don't worry Lorna - we'll get him out if we can! And I'm sure this escapee will be willing to help us."
DM Jan (The Plot Thickens) Wednesday August 9th, 2000 12:43:36 PM
The priestess looks visibly relieved. "Thankyou," she said, letting out a sigh. "As to how this will affect things in the long term, I can only see it being for the good. Caden is not an extremely radical man. He's aware of the delicate balance that must be kept here in relation to the Dark One whom Parnoth keeps at bay. As for the escapee - I share your misgivings. He's hopped from hideout to hideout in the City, and it's taking all our time to keep tabs on him. Mind you - he has good reason to be moving constantly." Her brow furrows for a moment. "Parnoth has given us a new 'problem' to contend with. He has recently acquired the services of an elite group of mercenaries, who go by the name of Obsidian. Whether this group existed before they came here - or whether they were created by Parnoth - we know not. But they're here, and they appear to be acting as his underground enforcers. They are discreet, efficient, and deadly. We have reason to believe they'd like to get their hands on this escapee too. Their reputation is such amongst those of, ahem - questionable behaviour, that crime has dropped by a quarter already. People are terrified." Glancing out of the window, she adds - "It's very late - you will want some sleep I'm sure. I suggest you retire for the night. Think of any other questions you may have - and I'll answer them on the morrow. I presume you will leave as soon as you have replenished your supplies? I'll be up early, and I'll tell you who you're contacts are in the City." She stood up, as though to leave, but stopped by Fluet. "Those wards? They surround the outer perimeter of the prison, and stretch underground too. If you don't have the right protection - pftht! - you disintergrate. Not a terribly nice way to depart this plane of existance is it." Outside - all is quiet apart from a few frog croaks, and cricket chirrups. Even the lights in the trees have gone out.
Figment Wednesday August 9th, 2000 4:05:19 PM
The mage smiles at the show of solidarity in the group. It is good to know he travels with such hearty, committed, and dignified souls. After Lorna finishes her discourse he stands up to leave, bowing before exit. "My dear, it has been a good day. To have delivered the medicine to those who need it, find a way to help further, and to have met one as lovely as you! I look forward to our meeting on the morrow. One last question - which I'm sure we will address tomorrow. How do we get to the City undetected by Parnoth? This would seem to me a challenge in itself. Good night.". The mage retires to the room so kindly provided by the elves and sleeps - once again knowing he has no memorization work to do. His eyes close knowing he has done well today.
Flueterflam Wednesday August 9th, 2000 4:05:20 PM
"Whoa...." Fluet's breath seemed to stop for a moment. He regained his composure after a minute or two. Fluet spends the rest of the night thinking about his life.
Dakar the Painmonger Wednesday August 9th, 2000 5:28:51 PM
"Ach! With a prison such as that there be no need for walls of metal or rock. May Domi bless and protect us, and may whatever other merciful gods there be protect the poor blokes of the Obsidian when we cross their path." The battlerager chuckles on the last note before ordering a second round of food.
Ingrge Wednesday August 9th, 2000 8:17:03 PM
listening to Lorna, Ingrge gets an even more serious look on his face as mention of the Obsidion is made. straightening up he looks Lorna in her eyes and says, So, let me get this straight. We need to sneak into Parnoth"s city under his nose and under penalty of death, avoid Obsidion and find this supposed escapee, convince him to give us factual information about getting through deadly wards that surround a high security prison full of guards, find the correct person in the midst of all the prisoners while avoiding the afore mentioned guards. Then with a possibly injured or helpless prisoner again avoid these guards escape from this inescapable prison, avoid the Obsidion again and somehow return our prisoner back to safety while still under Parnoth's eye and under penalty of death. Did i miss anything? If not, I see no particular reason that we have even a snowball's chance of carrying this off, But Hey, who wants to live forever?
Flueterflam Thursday August 10th, 2000 12:10:29 AM
Despite Ingrge's cynisism and the odds being against the group (as he so notably pointed out), the bard cracks a grin.
K'nara Thursday August 10th, 2000 6:46:17 AM
The tall human female looked steadily at her second-in-command then grinned herself. "Indeed, Ingrge--immortality is HIGHLY overrated." Then K'nara sighed, waving a hand. "Let us take advantage of being in an inn while we can and all of us get our rest for tomorrow. We'll restock if there's anything else we need get and mull over our options for getting into Emerald City then."
Olana Thursday August 10th, 2000 10:46:50 AM
Olana nods in agreement. "I suppose the best thing to do is take it a step at a time." Then she yawns, horribly tired for some reason. "Oooh, I'd better get some sleep," she says, following Figment out of the door.
DM Jan (The Plot Thickens) Thursday August 10th, 2000 4:39:04 PM
"It certainly won't be easy," says the priestess at Ingrge's and Dakar's comments, the irony washing right over her head, and then wanders off to her bed. The night is relatively quiet, and you should all be able to get a good night's rest. As dawn breaks, the town starts to come alive again as people start to go about their business. Cooking smells begin to rise up the stairs, announcing breakfast. It's plain fare, but there's plenty of it. Lorna is outside, having a little walk around the pond, while listening to a male elf who is sat cross-legged by the water playing a mournful tune on a long silver flute.
Ingrge Thursday August 10th, 2000 6:14:48 PM
Ingrge wakes up after a fairly restful night with quite a hang over. Grumpily he sits down to breakfast and as the others come down greets each in turn and when they are all down, speaks. I realize that there is perhaps a slight sense of urgency about all this, However we might ought to take the day to do a little shopping and really rest up. I myself have a few purchases and inquiries I would like to make.
Olana Friday August 11th, 2000 9:59:37 AM
After a restless night, Olana wakes up early and has a quick scout around in the early morning before joining the others for breakfast.She eats sparingly and nods at Ingrge. "There seem to be plenty of places to supply our needs from what I can see," she says. And - "Oh yeah - I saw the priestess outside by the pond."
Figment Friday August 11th, 2000 12:57:45 PM
The mage rises and joins the others for breakfast. He decides to wander the town looking into the magic shops for extra components, looks into any herb shops for additional cooking elements, and borrows the kitchen at the inn to make some additional 'gourmet' provisions for the trip - no need for all that overpriced gruel they sell at the adventurer's supply. Once ready he goes to the ancient priestess and gives her the seeds from the fruit gained from the High Druid, hoping that the tale of it and the potential results from planting them cheer her as she performs her grim task.
DM Jan (In the Town) Saturday August 12th, 2000 1:09:04 PM
After a "few words" from the Innkeeper, the chef gives Figment the run of the kitchen. Strange looks are soon replaced by curious stares, and eventually recipes are traded and compared accompanied by heated debate and much pot clanging. Outside, the town is now in full swing. That awful smell seems to have cleared the air, and things appear to be calming down somewhat from yesterday. Even so - the elven townspeople are still courteous to these strangers in their midst. The local clerics are thankful for the gift of the seeds, and scurry off to plant them immediately. There is a tiny horde of elven children waiting outside to follow Milo and Dakar around, although they still shy away a little from the rest of the party, Shad in particular. As the party walks through the town going about their business, they will sometimes spot elves peeping at them curiously from the treehouses and walkways above. ((Time to shop till you drop folks - send me your shopping lists?))
Figment Monday August 14th, 2000 6:19:00 PM
The mage contents himself with creating some good food for the trip having replentished his components and repaired all equipment. He visits with local spell casters seeing if any would like to trade spells in hopes of gaining - and giving weapons to defend against Parnoth and the Dark Lord.
Dakar the Painmonger Monday August 14th, 2000 10:49:13 PM
Dakar spends the time in quiet solitude, honing his axe and cleaning the spikes he wears while burning a small cube of incense that smells of goblin blood. A low, flat-toned song can be heard drifting from his corner of the room as he works.
Olana Tuesday August 15th, 2000 10:48:07 AM
Olana wanders through town, purchasing a few more arrows and stocking up on more rations, then calling at the smithy to get her weapons sharpened. Afterwards she goes and sits alongside the Priestess, listening to the flautist. "These scarves," she asks. "Is that all we're going to need for protection?"
DM Jan (In the Town) Tuesday August 15th, 2000 11:10:47 AM
Lorna breaks off her concentration and looks at the elf. "Do you mean will they help you get into the City undetected? Well - they will certainly protect you against Parnoth's all seeing eye and ears. However - thats not to say the guards won't recognise you. I'd suggest you go in under cover of something. They're very easy on traveling merchants on their way to New Elanna." Glancing around, she adds - whispering. "I'll wait till the others arrive and then tell you who to contact there."
Figment Tuesday August 15th, 2000 1:44:27 PM
wonders if he found any mages to trade spells with.
K'nara Wednesday August 16th, 2000 10:16:24 AM
The warrior woman found that she had to perform her usual exercises under the critical eyes of those early-riser elves of the village--most of whom were ultra-curious children who whispered and giggled but kept their distance from K'nara for the most part. It was all she could do to keep the amused grin from her face at times, but the red-headed woman managed to discipline herself until the end of her training session--in spite of Greymalkin's witty comments from long-distance. She returned to the inn and joined the general breakfast gathering, eating heartily and keeping her ears open.
Milo Wednesday August 16th, 2000 10:43:48 AM
Having nothing else to do, Milo joins the elf children outside, and immediately begins teaching them a halfling variation on hide and seek where all but one attempt to hide together in one spot in the woods, while the seeker looks for the group. The play all morning, and into the afternoon, pausing for appropriate food breaks of course. In the late afternoon, the halfling returns to the Inn, whistling a merry tune.
Olana Wednesday August 16th, 2000 11:06:51 AM
After a while, the elf stands. "I'll go and round them up," she says to Lorna. "Unless you just want to tell me. Sometimes it's best if only one knows," she adds with a strange smile on her face.
DM Jan (In the Town) Wednesday August 16th, 2000 1:29:19 PM
Lorna regards the elf and says. "Perhaps you should collect your comrades. The faster this is done and you are on your way the better. That way - the escapee has less chance of evading our spies." Figment's visit to the wizard's hut - a hidden, tumbledown affair at the far edge of the pond proves fruitful, if somewhat foggy. K'Nara's practice causes a bit of an uproar amongst some of the warriors of the town who "just happen to be passing" at the time of her practice. There, her fighting style is debated hotly amongst themselves - some watch closely as if to learn - others speak of legend and a secret art forbidden to strangers. One of the younger ones approaches an elder and asks if she can learn to fight like that, and is greeted with a scowl. Milo's horde of little followers becomes greater as the day goes on. It is now mid-afternoon, and Lorna still sits by the pond. Dakar's weapons are starting to look pretty darned sparkly. If any of the others visit the stores, they will be greeted cordially and offered things at very reasonable prices.
Figment Wednesday August 16th, 2000 4:15:56 PM
The mage bows at the exchange with the mages and wishes them before returning to the pond. He visits with the priestess until all have arrived. "So tell me, my dear, where is it that you call home? Are you from the Plateaus?".
Ingrge Wednesday August 16th, 2000 7:11:18 PM
Ingrge wanders around the shops awhile and picks up the spell components he was running low on and asks around for directions to a sage or other person knowlegable about magic items. Once located Ingrge will see if he can find anything else out about his staff.
Flueterflam Wednesday August 16th, 2000 9:19:23 PM
Fluet wanders around aimlessly. He seems occupied with inventing a new song by means of whistling. There appears to be no rythm to any of his whistling, as he stops abruptly, or smiles and nods.....and suddenly forgets how the tune he just had went.
K'nara Thursday August 17th, 2000 6:27:29 AM
K'nara--feeling a bit sheepish because she'd mistakenly thought that Lorna was IN the Inn--ambled over to the pond where the priestess patiently waited for the entire group to gather, murmuring an apology as she sat down.
Olana Thursday August 17th, 2000 11:00:20 AM
Olana wanders around, letting some of the others know about the priestess, peeping around Dakar's door after knocking, and scouting through the town. Spying Fluet, she creeps up behind him and says "BOO!!!" before collapsing into giggles. "Hey Fluet - we have to go back to the pond," she adds.
DM Jan (The Plot Thickens Even More) Thursday August 17th, 2000 12:44:58 PM
Ingrge is directed to the shack at the other side of the pond, where one of the older elven wizards takes a look at the staff then promptly falls asleep."Hopefully when he wakes up - he'll be able to tell you something," says one of the others with a shrug. Lorna answers Figment's question with a whisper. "Actually my family are originally from Aisildur, but would never pray to Ga'al, and well - with the Wall and everything - Alemi isn't all that popular in a lot of places there. So - we became wanderers, but I chose to stay here as we passed through, changed my name... and here I am." At K'Nara's apology the priestess smiled. "Think nothing of it. You had to let your team stock up on supplies, and I do tend to move quietly and become unnoticed. One thing I will advise though - I would take extra rations if I were you. The road into the City has a strange habit of making food disappear." As the others appear, she gathers them around and speaks in a low voice. "Now - once you get into the City - you must go to a Tavern named The Stinking Hole. It's not in a very nice part of town I'm afraid. But compared to some places in other cities - it's not too bad. When you get there - ask for Cherry - she's also a Tine. She'll be able to tell you where the escapee is currently hiding. To be honest I see your biggest problem initially is getting into the City undetected. And there's Obsidian of course. Any questions so far?" As the party gathered round, a large green beetle floated lazily toward them on tiny but fast moving wings. It circled once, and then alighted on Fluet and crawled into his pocket.
Flueterflam Thursday August 17th, 2000 3:33:18 PM
The bard stumbles over himself as surprise catches hold. As Olana giggles, Fluet just scowls at her. "Just wait, that'll come back to you. Don't worry." After he calms down a bit, he listens to the priestess. When the beetle crawls into his pocket, Fluet stands perfectly still. Afraid that it might eat him, he ask the priestess, "Does this bug bite? It's not poisonous, is it? And what's up with these bugs?" If he finds out the bug bites, he tries to get it out of his pocket (without touching it). Otherwise he cups it gently in his pocket, for temporary good luck.
Figment Thursday August 17th, 2000 5:18:21 PM
"How do the Tines normally get into the city unnoticed?".
Milo Friday August 18th, 2000 4:29:28 AM
Milo sits quietly at the pond, listening to the conversation and thinking, 'hmmm extra rations... must get extra rations.' Coming out of that thought, he sits and ponders methods of entering cities undetected. "Perhaps if we were to enter in the evening..." he finally states.
K'nara Friday August 18th, 2000 6:31:23 AM
The female fighter grimaced at Lorna's personal opinion about the toughest part of the mission. "Indeed...getting IN will be hard since both Olana and Ingrge are elves...we will have to choose a disguise carefully. Any suggestions..?" K'nara glanced around at the others, mulling over her options in her head.
Dakar the Painmonger Friday August 18th, 2000 9:28:36 AM
"I dinnae like that bug that landed on ye. It's emerald hue reminds me of someone else that I'm a bit angered with at this time. Could it be possible for the little bug to be an emissary of his? If so we should grind it and sup on its marrow for a snack. Never know where prying ears might be found."
Olana Friday August 18th, 2000 10:42:08 AM
Glancing at Ingrge for a moment, Olana says "You know K'Nara has a good point. I thought all elves were banned. That's going to make it extra tough for us to get in. And what about Obsidian? Are they likely to be at the gates? I'd like to know more about what I'm up against with them."
Figment d20=12 Friday August 18th, 2000 2:07:43 PM
Hearing Dakar's words, the mage holds his finger up to his lips signaling everyone to be silent a moment. He examines the beetle closely looking for any sign that it might be magical (Int by 6). In either case he carries on the conversation by saying "So it's decided then, we abort the mission. No way we should enter that place with no chance of success...". As he says the last of it he crushes the beetle in Fluet's hand and examines the remains further as he scrapes them off his hand.
Flueterflam Friday August 18th, 2000 2:07:44 PM
"Well, so much for that. If it WAS good luck, I'm not gonna get it anymore." He glares evilly at Figment. Then, without a second thought, turns his mind towards getting in. "Maybe we can chain them up, and say we found them trying to sneak into the city. And that we were gonna take them to either the prison or Parnoth after we get a drink at the bar first." He pauses to see if anyone at all agrees with him. "Plus, the non-elves out number Olana and Ingrge. That should make it more believable that we actually could catch them." Fluet frowns as if everything he just said wouldn't work, suddenly. "But that just an idea. I'm sure there's a better way in."
Ingrge Friday August 18th, 2000 7:29:44 PM
Ingrge frowns at the thought of not having his weapons to hand as they enter the city. Not to mention being bound and helpless, and having to be open to Parnoth as the scarf would have to be removed as well to show his elven features for this to work out. At a break in the conversation Ingrge trots back over to check on the information he was waiting for.
K'nara Monday August 21st, 2000 6:05:43 AM
"Then getting into Emerald City will require that we outfit the wagons we used to transport the medicinal tea here..." K'nara said decisively, "...we can pretend to be wine merchants with barrels of stock for the various taverns. That way Ingrge and Olana shouldn't attract too much attention." The leader of the Emerald Talons chuckled. "Too bad the mercenaries of Obsidian cannot be considerate enough to wear matching outfits of luminescent clothing with "Obsidian" written all over them!" Her brief moment of levity passed. "Ah, well--we shall just have to be extra careful, is all. Let us go and make arrangements for our cover and get another good night's sleep while we can, for we'll be off in the morning for Emerald City."
Dakar the Painmonger Monday August 21st, 2000 10:07:24 AM
"Aye K'nara, I was about to suggest the same. Ye have the mind of a seasoned dwarf to ye. Amazing what women can do nowadays..."
Figment d20=17 Monday August 21st, 2000 1:40:08 PM
"Wine merchants. Hmmm....", the mage muses, "That should do fine - as I have an extensive knowledge of vintages and the fermentation process sould we be questioned (Int+cooking skill). We should look into the taylor shops here and make sure our clothes fit the profile. Shouldn't be too difficult to pull off as all traveling merchants have underlings and protection. Roles well suited for elves and warrior women in this case - er - sorry guys (looking to Ingrge and Olana). I would think that if you two stayed in the wagon with the wine we could enter the city, we could point you out to the city guard if necessary, and proceed onto this... Stinking Hole place without molestation from the authorities."... After a moment or two of thought the mage continues "Actually, we could identify Taverns in the same area as the Stinking Hole - those with perhaps a better reputation - and not associated with the Tines as our destinations. Then we could further divert the guard as the cargo would be more appropriate for these places, as I'm sure a dive like the Stinking Hole specializes in brews of cheaper origin."
Olana Monday August 21st, 2000 1:40:09 PM
"Well I'd rather go in there as an underling, than tied up like a prisoner," announces the elf. "What do 'underlings' wear, do you think?"
DM Jan (The Evening Draws In) Monday August 21st, 2000 1:40:10 PM
The poor, innocent(or is it?) beetle is squished. As Figment examines the remains, the creature - while appearing to be of non-magical origin, seems to have some strange aura about it, which fades rapidly after the squishing. Lorna nods as the ideas are put forward. "A merchant guise would be good - you'd certainly be treated with more respect. As for another tavern, hmm... let me think. On the next street is an inn called The Green Glass. It's not top notch - but it's definitely of a better class than the Stinking Hole." Back at the wizard's shack, which - for some weird and inexplicable reason - is now full of blue smoke, Ingrge is greeted by the old wizard who explains a little more about the staff, in between bouts of hearty coughing. The evening draws in, and pretty lights appear in the trees. Inside the Inn - a band starts playing, and the smell of food wafts to the outside.
Figment Monday August 21st, 2000 5:04:13 PM
Upon examining the beetle the mage looks up with a great deal of concern. He looks around quickly scanning for more bugs, hoping none are close at hand. If all is clear he continues. "We have a problem. This thing had a magic aura about it. I fear we may have been compromised. I think we should not speak of the mission again until we know for sure. And most DEFINITELY do not speak of this discovery of ours because if we can conceal that we know we are being spied on we can give them false information. I would suggest that when we talk we refer to our destination as Plateau City, back the way we came. And that we write our communiques about this 'trip' of ours and then destroy the evidence when done.". The mage attempts to remember back to exactly when the bug landed and could have possibly provided someone survelance. He also tries to locate another bug and catch it for further study. If he can capture one he casts detect magic on it.
Dakar the Painmonger Monday August 21st, 2000 5:20:17 PM
Dakar mumbles under his breath, "And that's why ye should always listen to a dwarf. We're a paranoid lot we are."
Ingrge Monday August 21st, 2000 9:11:41 PM
Returning as the idea about wine merchants is brought up, Ingrge says, why don't we just have a few empty fake barrels in the middle of the others that if needed Olanna and I can disappear into if needed. That way it might be possible to disavow having any knowledge of us if necessary and keep the mission alive.
Ingrge Monday August 21st, 2000 9:16:32 PM
Just as he finishes talking, Figment pops out with his discovery about the bug. "Or not," Ingrge says to his previously suggested plan.
Flueterflam Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 12:34:51 AM
"You guys are too paranoid." With that, Fluet proceeds towards the tavern that he hears music coming from. He plays along/alternately with the other bard. And later in the night, exchanges stories with the bard.
Milo Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 1:15:28 AM
To K'nara and Olana, "I should like to play the role of underling... seems natural to most that a halfling should serve, and folks seem to loosen their tongues a bit more around the hired help... If you catch my meaning." The halfling winks, and then follows Fleuterflam into the tavern with the music, and orders a stout pint...
Olana Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 11:39:56 AM
Olana looks at Figment in horror. "You think that thing might have been listening??" With a frown, and nodding at Dakar she decides to flatten every beetle she sees.Then, whispering to Milo she says, "Maybe we can all be Fig's servants," with a chuckle, while pondering over the hiding-in-the-barrel idea. She follows the others inside, but soon goes to her bed - feeling tired for some reason.
DM Jan (G'Night and Good Morning) Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 12:45:09 PM
Despite the abundance of pondlife - there are no more beetles to be found. Instead, the frog croaks begin in earnest, and fireflies begin to float eerily over the water. Inside, the beer and wine flow and tonight's food consists of roast venison, sauteed vegetables, leek soup with dumplings and fruit tarts. Fluet is welcomed on stage to jam with the band. As the evening comes to a close, the bands final song is one that seems to induce calm over the entire tavern. One of the players offers to teach it Fluet. "Play this on a flute," he whispers, "and it can put little ones to sleep, or calm the enraged. Wanna trade songs?" Lorna asks K'Nara her plans and says she will help in the morning if need be. She retires fairly early. Everyone has another peaceful night - especially those who listened to the band's final song. The morning arrives with the sharp cawing of a solitary raven, perched on top of the carved toad outside the tavern.
Figment Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 4:02:40 PM
The mage sighs in relief as no more 'eavesdroppers' are apparent. As the night moves on he loosens up a bit and really enjoys the food and entertainment - making sure to tell Fluet how well he think he performed. As the morning calls, the mage goes and rides Jux making sure he knows how much he desires his company. He finds Lorna and asks her if she knows about the stables in the Emerald City and if she feels it wise to bring Jux along or better to leave him with the elves. Regardless the answer he finishes preparations for departure.
Shadrach Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 5:49:01 PM
Shad, who'd been uncharacteristically quiet, maybe from all the staring elves, woke feeling paranoid. After a brief trip outside, he knocked on Dakar's door. "There's a bird watching me from the roof. I feel like all the animals are spies. I've never seen so many animals in one place in my life!"
Flueterflam Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 8:59:27 PM
Fluet smiles. "Sure, let's," in response to the player who offers. "By the way, what's the name of this song?" After the last song, the bard chats with the band, picking up some elven pointers. He sleeps well, through any cawing. After waking up, Fluet wanders the area, looking for anything interesting, and waiting for the others to wake up.
Ingrge d20=18 Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 8:59:28 PM
Having spent most of the night inside a large bottle of dwarven liquor, Ingrge does not look at all well and has a look on his face even more sour and surly than normal. At the "good mornings" from his compatriots and others in the Inn he scowls and growls but says not a word. at sighting the black bird he rapidly throws the empty bottle in his hand at it and heads outside. (hits AC -1)
Milo Tuesday August 22nd, 2000 11:24:25 PM
Wearing his regular traveling clothes, Milo cheerily whistles about the tavern as he goes about collecting his belongings. After having breakfast, the halfing sits with his feet crossed and his wide brimmed straw hat perched atop his head, and continues to whistle the last tune from the evening before. He smiles and waves at any who pass his way as he waits patiently for the rest of the group to assemble.
K'nara d20-1=11 Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 6:34:46 AM
(OOC: the roll is a Disguise skill check--I should have added the one, not subtracted...however, K'nara still [barely!] makes the Disguise check.) K'nara gave Milo 80gp. "Take this and get two weeks' worth of iron rations for eight people." she told the halfling. "Hopefully this should help out with whatever is effecting ration quantities on the way to Emerald City." Then the bladesinger went on to Shadrach and Flueterflam, helping them with their clothing and appearance, altering their apparel so that they appeared to be merchants. "You two..." she said as she finished twisting a turban around Shad's head, "...are partners in a venture to supply spirits to such places as the Green Glass, the Heated Cross, and the like...Shad should be referred to as the one with the money, while you, Fluet, should be the 'talker' of the pair. Figment will be referred to as your consultant--if we HAVE to get that detailed--and the rest of us are your mercenary escorts to the delivery sites. Got that?" Her hazel eyes bored into each one of them as they answered. "Good--Milo can be Fluet's driver, and Olana can chauffeur Shad. The rest of us ride as usual. Any questions..?"
Flueterflam Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 10:52:38 AM
Rubbing his hands together, and grinning evilly, "The 'talker', heh?"
Figment Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 1:11:05 PM
smiles at K'Nara's plan. "Well done. I think it might actually work.". Not only does the mage inquire about the stables and treatment of mounts in their destination, but he mentions the bug incident to the leader and the old cleric to see if they have heard of any type of 'bugging' going on - or are magic aura's common among large green beetles. He also describes the beetle to them and asks if such a species is common in the area.
DM Jan (G'Night and Good Morning) Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 1:11:06 PM
Olana wakes up groggily. When she looks in the mirror -she looks pale as though she drank too much the night before, although she cannot remember doing so. Dunking her head in cold water revives her somewhat, and she joins the others. Nodding at K'Naras suggestion she follows Figment to the stables to get the wagons and horses ready.
DM Jan (Preparations) Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 1:53:47 PM
Fluet discovers the name of the song is 'Khausta Taware'. Lorna informs Figment that the stables in the Emerald City are very good. "You might have to get out of there in a hurry though," she adds. "If you can get to the stables - all well and good, but if you can't.... it's up to you of course. You might make a faster getaway on your own horse." As for the beetle - the species he describes is known to those whom he asks. The cleric has seen beetles like it in the trees, and around the pond, but as for a magic aura - everyone seems puzzled. "Sounds like a wizard's work to me," mutters the cleric, hobbling off with much tut -tutting. After having had a bottle thrown at it - the raven flaps off, settling on the roof, and quarks indignantly at everything that moves below. But - as Milo whistles - it stops, hops down to a branch near the halfling and regards him silently with beady eyes. It is soon joined by two sparrows. After K'Nara's skilled administrations - Shad and Fluet are soon looking like the traveling merchants they're supposed to be - and at the stables, Olana is able to ready the wagons and horses with help from the local stablehands. It is approaching mid-morning, and the town is going about it's business as usual.
Figment Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 4:25:03 PM
looks around in some of the shops and acquires the riding garb of a "consultant" and joins the others in the stables - ready to go. Noting all the animals in the area, and still concerned over the bug thing, the mage cheerfully says "So, my friends, shall we make our way to Plateau City as planned?".
Milo Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 5:51:55 PM
Noticing the birds, Milo continues his whistling, all the while accepting the money from K'nara, and striking off to purchase provisions for the group's trip. As he returns, laden with bags of rations, he is still whistling. He stops for a moment to speak to the birds... "What with my whistling... nobody will suspect that I'm really listening..." Then continuing on with a livelier tune, Milo deposits the food in the wagons, distributing half to each. Then after stowing his pack beneath the seat, he climbs up and awaits departure.
Ingrge Wednesday August 23rd, 2000 7:36:56 PM
Nodding to K'narra, then wishing he hadn't, Ingrge strolls off to get Moonshadow ready and comes back around front when done. Signaling for Moonshadow to remain where he was, Ingrge walks over to Fluet and Figment and with a short sketchy bow says, " Well we are about ready the wagons should be loaded and around front soon, shorty's gone off to get some more rations and the others are packing up. On our way to P-City are there any procedures you would like us to keep in mind?"
K'nara Thursday August 24th, 2000 6:44:31 AM
The leader of the Talons rubbed her chin for a moment as she contemplated, then she nodded. "First of all, we are going to *Emerald* City--the capitol of the Emerald Kingdom..." she reminded the erroneous Figment and Ingrge, humor dancing in her eyes, "...second of all--future battle strategy will be for all us fighter-types to make sure that Figment, Shadrach and--to a lesser extent--Ingrge and Dakar are protected from possible damage. Figment and Ingrge because of their wizardly capabilities, and Shad and Dakar because of the fact that they are priests. Because of that, I'd prefer that you four become, um...'battle buddies,' if you will. Figment and Dakar will make it a point to stay near each other in a battle, while Shadrach and Ingrge do likewise. You pair up and watch each others' back during a battle. Olana, you keep an eye out for Milo, and I'll cover Fluet. Even though we have these 'battle buddies', EVERYone's priorities will be to make sure that the less-armored are assisted by those of us with the better protection and/or fighting skills. Figment and Shadrach are top priorities because of that and their spellcasting abilities...and, as I said, Ingrge and Dakar are also to be protected for those same reasons. You all look out for them AND your specific battle buddies...and *I* will make it a point to look out for ALL of you." As she finished her speech, K'nara completed her check of Poki, and then swung up into the saddle. "If we have everything here now--I think we can get going--to Emerald City!"
Figment Thursday August 24th, 2000 12:50:26 PM
The mage cringes when the warrior women mentions their real destination again. He motions to her to come closer and he whispers in her ear "K'Nara, we know we are going to the Emerald City. We said Plateau City to throw off any eavesdropping bugs - which I am now pretty sure this place is infested with. I would recommend we not state our destination as there may be ambushes waiting for us on the road ahead as a result of our giving information away. You may think this a bit paranoid - and it may be - but I'd rather be safe than sorry.".
Olana Thursday August 24th, 2000 12:50:27 PM
"Hang on," says Olana. "We just need to get some barrels, and then we're ready!" before scurrying off, sharpish.
DM Jan (Departure) Thursday August 24th, 2000 12:50:28 PM
As soon as Milo moves to go on his errand, the birds flap off into the trees, startled. Olana manages to acquire 10 wine barrels. However - the elves are only able to supply 3 that are full of wine. 5 are filled with water, and two are empty. Some of the locals help with the loading up. Lorna arrives to wish the party well, and give them her blessing. The air appears to be beetle-free, and one of the gate men offers Ingrge directions. "Down there -" he said, leaning on his spear and pointing out of the gate. "Take the left fork that you can see. After a day's journey - you'll reach the main road into the City. Head south and you should be there by the following evening. And make sure you hide your ears." The road beckons, and the sky begins to cloud over a little.
Shadrach Thursday August 24th, 2000 2:10:05 PM
Shad hid inside the inn as much as he could, glowering out the windows at the birds. He once briefly muttered as Milo began to increase the bird flock following him, "He's consorting with spies!" Later, as K'nara decided to 'dress' him, Shad reminded her of his chain mail's magical property. The chain mail of blending could look like any normal clothes he wanted. But, if she insisted they avoid magical disguises, he relented, but preferred keeping his chain mail on, possibly disguised as long underwear. At being made Ingrge's battle buddy, Shad rolled his eyes. "Oh, right, following HIM won't get me into any trouble!"
Dakar the painmonger Thursday August 24th, 2000 2:31:03 PM
Dakar outright laughs at K'nara's suggestions. "Perhaps ye dinnae understand the dwarven way of fighting, or the path of the vindicator itself. First of all, ye have insulted my honor by suggesting I need to buddy with anyone in combat. Were we not close comrades in arms I would challenge ye to a duel for that suggestion alone. Secondly, for me to buddy up with anyone is suicide for them. I am a vindicator lass, a battle-rager of Domi. Do ye understand the blood-rage? When combat sings through my veins I dinnae cease til all are felled, putting that before all else. Asking me to fight beside a wizard is like asking ye to try and fight me with both hands beside your back. And dinnae forget, combat has been my life since your mother was a wee child. The rest of ye follow her suggestions as ye wish, but I simply canna."
Figment Thursday August 24th, 2000 6:43:20 PM
The mage smiles as Dakar educates K'Nara on the ways of a vindicator. He bows to Dakar and says with respect. "My good warrior, I would never be one to impose myself upon you in a way that would infringe upon your honour. Please allow me to respectfully request we continue to ponder the most effective strategy. I do think it a wise battle theory to provide as much protection for the mages and give deferrence to the clerics when it comes to our choice in direct combat. They can provide backup as necessary and heal to keep the fighters in front up and going. But, of course, I would leave the details of such a plan to you, K'Nara, as you are by far the most capable in combat strategy details and implementation. Things that look good on paper are merely a beginning point. Experience is much more important in the details. Perhaps you can ask your fighting mentor his opinions on the issue as well - if he's willing?"
Ingrge Thursday August 24th, 2000 8:15:53 PM
At Shad's comment, Ingrge truns and gives him a slight grin and a shrug and mumbles something about this being as good a day to die as any. Grinning at Shad again he attends to the wagon and the barrels. While the others get ready and wait for Milo's return, Ingrge has the elves leave one of the barrels of wine untouched and with the empty barrels and the water barrels he helps them equally distributes the water and then adds just enough wine to fill the others, giving them some color and flavor. Leaving two full of water for drinking he loads the 5 watered wine barrels on the wagon leaving the 2 plain waters and the good wine barrel as the last to be loaded placing a single chalk x on the water barrels and a double on on the wine, he steps down and surveys his handy work.
Milo Friday August 25th, 2000 10:30:59 AM
Glancing Olana's direction at the battle buddy assignment, Milo stifles a grin, "Actually, I like the fact that someone is gonna keep a look out for me... I can use all the help I can get..." The halfling turns and winks at Olana, "Especially from one as cute as her... Oh yeah, and if Dakar is too busy killin' things, I'll look out for ya Figment..." The halfling grins.
Olana Friday August 25th, 2000 10:56:14 AM
Olana tells Ingrge she thinks the barrel thing is a good idea. Then - giving Milo a wink, she hops up into the drivers seat of one of the wagons. As soon as everyone is in their places, she'll set off.
DM Jan (The Journey Begins) Friday August 25th, 2000 12:34:09 PM
It is approaching lunchtime by the time the party sets off. The town of Titania closes it's gates, which have the effect of hiding much of it's presence in the trees. The clouds thicken, and the day becomes cool and rather dull. At one point the road becomes a mere track, with the trees closing in on all sides. It looks dark and gloomy in the forest on either side. High in the trees you see and hear birds flapping and tweeting. All in all, the journey is quiet and uneventful. The party makes good time, and are a fair way along the road after the left fork. It is now twilight, and getting hard to see for those of normal vision.
Figment Friday August 25th, 2000 4:32:32 PM
The mage looks for a suitable campsite and upon finding one, dismounts and starts a fire.
Flueterflam Friday August 25th, 2000 6:00:57 PM
When they all stop to rest for the evening, Fluet asks K'nara, "Why is it that you need to protect me? Mind you, I'm not saying I mind. Granted, you're probably more capable of keeping me alive than I myself am. BUT, I was just wondering....." AFter everything is settled down, and he receives his answer, Fluet plays 'Khausta Taware', to relax everyone. After which, he himself nods off comfortably to sleep.
Ingrge Friday August 25th, 2000 9:00:41 PM
At any and all breaks Ingrge is seen with his spell book in his lap as well, talking to his staff.
Shadrach Saturday August 26th, 2000 6:13:43 PM
Shadrach went gathering wood and chattered to the birds. He told them lies about himself and his merchant caravan to Plateau City.
Olana Monday August 28th, 2000 3:20:11 PM
Olana jumps down from the wagon and helps set up camp. "Mind if I take one of the later watches?" she says, yawning.
DM Jan (The night draws in) Monday August 28th, 2000 3:26:08 PM
The party sets up camp. Shad's paranoia doesn't appear to be unfounded as everyone seems to have that 'you are being watched' feeling, although that somewhat dissipates as Fluet settles everyone with his song. Apart from the occasional owl-hoot - everything seems quiet. (( I need players to specify which watch they are taking, thankyouverymuch :) ))
K'nara Monday August 28th, 2000 5:29:30 PM
The leader of the Emerald Talons shook her head and grinned. "I do not mean to imply that anybody in this party particularly NEEDS a babysitter, people--the battle buddy system is simply a way for us, as a party, to try to make sure that everyone knows where we are and what we're doing in the midst of combat. I am hoping to avoid anything like, oh, say, for instance...one of us running ahead of the others and charging headfirst into a bunch of gnolls without the rest of the party at least KNOWing where he went..." The tall redhead coughed. "...or just how much healing such a warrior would need because of the wounds sustained. We must learn to better utilize our combat resources." At the first indications that the entourage needed to set up camp, K'nara thought for a moment and then gave out the watch assignments: "Shadrach and Ingrge first; Fluet and myself next; Milo and Olana third...and that will leave Figment and Dakar on the last watch. Now...let's set up camp...and keep an eye on those provisions..."
Ingrge Monday August 28th, 2000 7:51:54 PM
As the camp is set up, dinner is started and watches are set, Ingrge walks around almost as in a daze holding on to his staff and constantly talking to it in an arcane way.
Shadrach Monday August 28th, 2000 9:40:51 PM
After dinner, Shad watched Ingrge a while and finally asked, "Ingrge...why are you talking to your stick?"
Milo Tuesday August 29th, 2000 10:08:00 AM
Milo sits close to the fire, looking out away from camp as dinner preparations are made, "Can you feel the eyes? Its like the forest is alive and watching our every move." The diminutive rogue nods to K'nara at his watch assignment, and then sits quietly, watching the area around them intently. For a moment he fingers the hilt of his enchanted blade, as if he is considering drawing a weapon, but then places his hands firmly in his lap.
Olana Tuesday August 29th, 2000 10:25:28 AM
Sitting with the others around the fire, Olana can hardly keep her eyes open, and when Fluet plays, she goes out like a light.
DM Jan (Disturbances?) d6=2 d6=2 d6=6 d6=3 Tuesday August 29th, 2000 10:42:48 AM
All seems quiet during the black of night. The temperature is fairly cold, although usual for the time of year. Then, during the third watch, those awake hear a faint rustling sound near one of the wagons.
Figment Tuesday August 29th, 2000 4:19:13 PM
The mage rises from the fire and quickly casts invisibility on himself as he quietly moves to the area near the bushes.
OOC Note from Donna Tuesday August 29th, 2000 6:56:21 PM
I do believe that Third Watch is the responsibility of Olana and Milo. K'nara is asleep.
Ingrge Tuesday August 29th, 2000 7:18:34 PM
At Shad's question, Ingrge looks up and responds, I am teaching it a spell of course.
Milo d100=70 Tuesday August 29th, 2000 8:12:22 PM
Making as if nothing is amiss, Milo walks around the edge of the firelight, moving around the wagons... as he rounds the wagons, he activates his ring turning invisible, and then turns, and silently approaches the disturbance in the bushes.
Flueterflam Wednesday August 30th, 2000 11:33:14 AM
Although sleeping quietly for most of the night, Fluet suddenly snorts somewhat loudly in his sleep. The bard wakes himself, and dazed, he looks around the campsite. After what appears to be a look of confusion on his face, he falls back to sleep.
Olana Wednesday August 30th, 2000 11:33:15 AM
The elf rises slowly, watches Milo vanish, then moves quietly but quickly, nudging those who are asleep and pointing over to the wagon. She then creeps forward to investigate.
DM Jan (Disturbances?) Wednesday August 30th, 2000 11:49:33 AM
As the party awaken and investigate - those members gifted with infravision can spot a group of about 6 or 7 small bodies clustered together in the trees, and then two others on top of one of the wagons. There is a rustling noise coming from the wagon in question. It's a pitch black night, and as the camp starts to awaken and move about - the unknown cluster of bodies shifts it's position. There is a sharp cry. "Dannal!!"
Shadrach Wednesday August 30th, 2000 2:30:32 PM
Sleeping uncomfortably in his chain, Shad came awake with a start. He rolled up to his feet swinging his trident into a fighting position. Looking around he went to the fire to grab a brand.
K'nara Wednesday August 30th, 2000 3:43:17 PM
At the sound of the sharp cry, the female fighter immediately awakens and jumps to her feet, instinctively reaching for her sword as she does so. "What is it?" she hisses, not having the gift of infravision. "What's going on???"
Figment d20=16 Wednesday August 30th, 2000 5:16:17 PM
The mage rolls to his feet and realizes they are under attack (int). He quickly moves away from the fire and wagons into the darkness and casts invisibility on himself.
Milo Wednesday August 30th, 2000 5:57:41 PM
Sneaking into the bushes, around the disturbance, Milo gets behind the moving bushes, and then hoping to startle whatever it is into the light of the campfire, he screams his battlecry, "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!"
Ingrge Wednesday August 30th, 2000 6:06:59 PM
Being woken during his sleep is not really what Ingrge was looking or hoping for, coming awake quickly, Ingrge assesses the situation and pointing his staff at those in the tree, says the words shade and hue and a colorful array shoots toward those in the tree. (spell color spray)
Flueterflam Thursday August 31st, 2000 12:19:14 AM
After being poked into awakeness, Fluet wakes up cranky. "What's your problem?" he hisses at no one specific. Once he realizes what is happening, he just sits, even more unhappy. For the first time in his life, Fluet seems really pissed off. "What the hell?" He looks in the direction that he's been directed (at least that's what he thinks, considering he can't see at all). He slings his bow in the mean time. Waiting for the chance to actually see whatever it is that is making such a problem.
DM Jan (Disturbances?) d6=3 2d4(3+2)=5 Thursday August 31st, 2000 11:10:03 AM
Everything seems to happen at once. Three of the small forms drop to the ground with a soft thud as Ingrge lets loose his colour spray (they're gonna be out for a while). The other three scatter away from Milo's direction as he howls his battlecry. In their panic, one of them runs smack bang into the invisible Figment, the other two run in range of the firelight. It is now that K'Nara, Fluet and Shad can see what they're up against. The two are young, elven, about Milo's height and female. Their faces are very narrow, the ears more pointed than those seen in the town of Titania. One of them seems to have a necklace of small bones around her neck. Their skin seems a little darker too, and they look a bit scruffy. One look at the mighty Shad, wielding trident and firebrand, eerily backlit by the fire and they start screaming their heads off. Atop the wagon, Olana faces two young males - one of whom is crouched - stuffing what looks like rations into a sack, the other faces her snarling, a blade glinting in the distant firelight.
Dakar the painmonger Thursday August 31st, 2000 11:28:59 AM
Dakar wakes up with a start, and hearing a chaos of noise around him, begins to strap on his armor and prepare for combat, begining (mumblingly so), to chant his battle cry.
Shadrach d20+1=20 Thursday August 31st, 2000 1:26:57 PM
Flabbergasted at the sight, Shad decided on the spot to go for a prisoner. He dropped his trident and leaped for one of the figures, yelling, "RAAAA!", falling heavily on one (AC-2, no damage but target has to squirm free).
K'nara Thursday August 31st, 2000 3:52:02 PM
Immediately the leader of the Emerald Talons took a calculated risk--she leaped over to where the three fallen forms lie and stood with her sword ready. "Strangers!" she bellowed in a booming voice. "Halt and show yourselves to us--your companions here are at my mercy!" Inwardly she hoped that the youth she saw in the faces of the diminuitive elves would result in their yielding peaceably...if these raiders called her bluff, K'nara could never in good conscience follow through with her implied threat.
K'nara d20=13 Thursday August 31st, 2000 3:53:52 PM
(OOC: this is a belated Charisma check to see if K'nara intimidates and/or scares the elvish-type raiders into cooperating with her demand...since K'nara's Charisma is 15, then this basic check probably has passed.)
Figment d20=6 Thursday August 31st, 2000 5:17:13 PM
The mage deftly avoids falling down as the elven 'foe' runs into him. Upon hearing K'Nara's pronouncement, the mage prepares to cast - but holds pending their response. If they move away he casts sleep at the group of 2.
Milo d100=99 Thursday August 31st, 2000 9:48:44 PM
Drawing his short sword, Milo follows the strange elves out of the brush, hoping that they don't hear him following. Standing quietly, he warily watches their every move.
Olana Friday September 1st, 2000 10:42:27 AM
Balanced on top of the wagon, Olana brandishes her sword in the direction of the two young males. "Don't even think about it," she hisses sharply in elven at the one with the knife. "Where are your elders?"
Dakar the painmonger Friday September 1st, 2000 11:11:58 AM
Dakar continues to strap on his armor, as it is a multiple round affari, all the while pitching and rolling his song in an attempt to invigorate himself from groggy sleep. (OOC: My email address is now dcliffor@wam.umd.edu... and I lost my copy of Dakar... Is there anyone out there who has one? Could we get one from someone? Thanks)
DM Jan (Disturbances) Friday September 1st, 2000 11:26:38 AM
Shad manages to keep hold of the little elf, although she's wriggling like an eel and shouting "Dannal! Dannal!," over and over. The other one - totally bewildered, flops down near Dakar and Fluet and starts to cry. At the sight of K'Nara near the fallen ones, the youth with the knife shouts "No!" in a light but gutteral voice. He holds up his hands, his eyes moving between K'Nara and the one yelling in Shad's grasp. At his feet, the other young male stays motionless. As for the one who bumped into Figment - she stands up, blinks and takes off into the woods, running like mad.
Shadrach Friday September 1st, 2000 1:57:19 PM
"Ow, gods bless it!" Shad squeezed the little one tightly in his arms, knowing if he eased up she'd be gone.
Figment Friday September 1st, 2000 3:25:37 PM
The mage stay motionless and waits to see what happens - still ready to cast.
Olana Friday September 1st, 2000 5:04:37 PM
Looking at the two young ones on the wagon - noting the sack, Olana offers - "I think they were trying to take food. But I could be wrong." She still keeps her eyes on that knife. "C'mon you two - get down off the wagon - lets have a look at you."
Ingrge Friday September 1st, 2000 5:43:40 PM
Seeing that the others seem to have things under control, Ingrge pats and thanks Ironbark for the well cast spell and lies back down to rest. Leaving the infiltrators to the others.
Dakar the painmonger Saturday September 2nd, 2000 2:16:06 AM
Dakar begins to cast Command, yelling "Stop" at the girl in common as he finishes strapping on his armor.
K'nara Saturday September 2nd, 2000 6:57:03 PM
The tall human woman eyed the concerned youth--obviously he led this band. She nodded to him. "ALL of your group had best stop and answer for your actions, young one...we have no wish to harm anyone, but I'll not have sneak attacks upon my people, either." K'nara's auburn head jerked in the direction of the raider who was attempting to flee. "Tell her to come back--and for ALL of those with you to come here...with their weapons in plain sight." After a pause, the leader of the Talons added in a stern voice: "NOW."
Ingrge Sunday September 3rd, 2000 2:59:34 PM
Lifting up his head and propping it on his bent arm, Ingrge looks at K'narra and with a sardonic grin says, "Must you yell, K'narra, some of us are trying to get some sleep."
Flueterflam d20=6 Sunday September 3rd, 2000 4:29:28 PM
Fluet walks over to the one elf who's crying. He holds his hand out, as a kind 'I'll pick you up' motion. He quietly speaks to her in elven, "Please get up. We were just very surprised by your actions. Please let me help you up." (made voluntary CHA roll) And as he waits for her reaction, speaks in common to Shad without turning his head, "Shad, let her go. It'll just make things harder to work out. Plus, they'll see it as an act of good will."
DM Jan (Disturbances) Monday September 4th, 2000 11:55:20 AM
At K'Nara's command, and after a glance at Olana, the two young males jump off the wagon and step into the camp near the firelight. The one with the knife, carefully replaces the blade in it's sheath. He too wears a necklace of small animal bones, his red hair is tied back in a sprouty pony tail, and he has extremely long pointed ears. With a gesture from him - the one in Shad's grasp stops wriggling. The other looks somewhat like him, but shorter. He still holds the sack in his hand. Off in the distant gloom, the runaway (another female) stops and creeps back - unaware of Figment and Milo, and peeps at the camp through the trees. Fluet manages to stop the other small female from howling, who looks up at him for a moment, then points at the armoured dwarf with wide eyes. Drawing himself up, the taller male elven youth speaks. Common is obviously his second language. "I am Dannal. We not attack. We hungry," and then - pointing at the fallen three at K'Nara's feet, he asks - "What you do to daughters of bone?"
Milo Monday September 4th, 2000 12:03:58 PM
Milo immediately relaxes, and makes his way quietly over to K'nara. Standing next to the warrior woman, the halfing whispers, "So... what know... I'd hate to let them starve."
Flueterflam Monday September 4th, 2000 4:39:27 PM
"K'nara, go easy, k?" Fluet requests. "Just remember how greatful you'd be if you were in there place." Despite his attempts succeeding with getting the elf to stop crying, he tries to help her up. "Let me help you up." He waits with patience as she lends her trust slowy (hopefully) to him.
K'nara Monday September 4th, 2000 6:13:17 PM
Once all the elflings were in place, the human bladesinger replaced her own weapon in its sheath with a flourish. "Thank you, Dannal," she said quietly, "You and your band DO look like you could use food...the result of Parnoth's policies no doubt." At the mention of the green dragon's name, K'nara made a face. "We are the Emerald Talons--I am K'nara. Since you all listened to me and didn't try to attack us it would be our pleasure to share our supplies with you." The tall redhead gestured to Milo and Olana. "You two assemble some supplies for our friends--then you can return to watch duty." Then the leader of the Talons beckoned to Shadrach and Dakar. "Look over these three who are out cold, and heal whomever may need it." Then she turned to Dannal. "They are daughters of bone, you say? I've never heard of them..."
Shadrach Monday September 4th, 2000 8:49:58 PM
Shad let go his tiny captive. He went over and checked out the unconscious forms. "Where are your parents?"
Figment Monday September 4th, 2000 10:41:38 PM
The mage releases his spell after the threat of danger is gone. He stands and looks at the assailants a moment and then says "Young ones, do you have much luck hunting? You would fare much better using that than attacking caravans. You could be killed that way. If you want I'll show you some good ways the prepare and preserve food - if you interested.".
Olana Tuesday September 5th, 2000 10:44:44 AM
The elf looks over to K'Nara. "I'm guessing, but my tribe used to have visits from such as these. They go up into the wilds of Culverwood in small groups, then return and trade what they've found. It's risky business - and I don't understand why there are no elders with them. They're nomads - prospectors." With that, she shrugs and goes back to keeping an eye on them.
DM Jan (Disturbances) Tuesday September 5th, 2000 11:29:43 AM
As soon as Shad let's go of the girl elf, she runs over to the one named Dannal and just stops short of flinging her arms around him. Instead she seems to recover some composure and brushes herself down. She then beckons to the one hiding in the trees who steps forth gingerly. Fluet helps up the other one who seems to stand there holding his hand, pointing at things, eyes like saucers. The three dropped by Ingrge's spell are still out, but when examined, look on the verge of coming round. The other young elves glance with concern in their direction before Dannal speaks. "I am Dannal, Son of Bone. This is Shendra, Daughter of Bone. These our brother and sisters. Elders not live because of bad men - like him! - and him!" he exclaims, pointing a sharp little finger at Fig and Shad. "But they wear bad clothes. They say they are 'Men who Stamp out Elven Parasite', but we know they are the 'Bad Men'." Swallowing a little and lowering his voice, he continues. "We trade on big road, but 'Bad Men' say we not trade any more." Turning to Figment, he adds "I hunt good, but little brother not shoot well with bow, and I have many mouths to feed."
Figment Tuesday September 5th, 2000 3:16:17 PM
Taken aback a bit by his comparison to evil men the mage asks the boy "Tell me about these 'bad men', lad. Perhaps they are part of this new enforcer group of the dragons. Obsdian was it? Can you tell us where they came from or where they went after your clan was attacked?". He watches the boy for his reaction.
Flueterflam d20=4 Tuesday September 5th, 2000 3:16:18 PM
(voluntary CHA, passed easy) Fluet just holds the elf's hand confused by her reaction. In elven, "Is something wrong?" The bard seems to be held in awe by her eyes, though. "My name's Flueterflam, but everyone calls me Fluet. What's yours?" As he stands there watching her, he looks just like an adolecent boy with his first girlfriend. Out of nowhere, "Do you have a boyfriend?" After asking, Fluet suddenly realizes what he said, and starts to blush profusely.
Dakar the painmonger Tuesday September 5th, 2000 4:25:05 PM
Dakar taps one of the unconscious youth to consciousness by shaking him a bit. "Unjust is what I call it... Let me finish strapping on my armor and we'll return this road to its proper owners."
Milo Tuesday September 5th, 2000 6:56:17 PM
Milo ceases to concentrate on his ring, snapping back into visibility. He snaps a quick salute at K'nara, grins, and then dashes off to the wagons in order to prepare some supplies for the elflings.
Ingrge Tuesday September 5th, 2000 8:27:24 PM
Getting back up, Ingrge says, "Oh fine, it is obvious that I am not going to get any sleep right now....." At the little elf's question about his three fallen companions, Ingrge looks over at them and states, OH, they will be fine momentarily, a bit of a headache I expect, but better that than death.
Shadrach Tuesday September 5th, 2000 10:15:23 PM
Shad looked at his clothes, which were currently designed to look like a merchant's. "These men...they killed your parents?"
K'nara Wednesday September 6th, 2000 12:48:21 AM
(OOC: I sent this, but was punted offline before it confirmed, so pardon if this is posted twice.) Upon hearing the tale of the Tribe of Bone, K'nara's face darkened. "Sounds like your typical group of human bigots." she commented disapprovingly. "Indeed--the Culverwood is for all the people to live and use, not just humans NOR just elves, but some people just don't know how to share. This group of merchants sounds like such a group." The woman warrior pondered for a moment. "Mayhap the elves of Titania were also having trouble with them--remember those two orchard farmers who were grumbling about setting their watchbirds upon someone disturbing their crop? They could either have meant these bigots...or these Sons and Daughters of Bone because of the increased amount of foraging they have to do because of them...*however*..." K'nara sighed sharply, "...we have a mission we must perform first--a friend of ours who needs our help--THAT is our priority for the moment. We can come back and help the Children of Bone after we've helped Caden Tremaine."
Olana Wednesday September 6th, 2000 10:36:15 AM
Olana asks the younger male to hand over the sack, and goes to help Milo with getting some rations together. "This doesn't bode well for us elves getting into the city, does it," she whispers. "If they're killing this far out, what will it be like at the gate?"
DM Jan (Disturbances) Wednesday September 6th, 2000 12:47:59 PM
With Shad's and Dakar's administrations, the fallen young ones come round and stumble to their feet groggily - all three are female. Disoriented, two of them join the others by the fire. The third one however, all of two feet tall, spikes of red hair sticking out at all angles, picks up a small stick and starts to growl at anyone that goes near. At Shad's and Figment's questions, Dannal tries to explain. "They tall, got heads like that," he says, pointing at Shad's natty turban. "Dark clothes of night, faces covered - they bad! And they have swords. They kill Dolal, Eldral, Zondra, and Eldar Donal - Seer of the Bones. They come from big road on horse." The elf with Fluet seems to recover from her fright as Fluet talks to her quietly in elven. After a moment, she bends down and picks up a gnarled pine cone. "Yandra," she says solemnly, handing it over. The girl Shendra - stood with Dannal wearing a bone necklace regards Olana and Milo for a moment, then K'Nara and says "They give food - we trade. We not on road now. Give them bad man's stone." Dannal seems a mite distracted however, having regained a little more confidence and hearing Ingrge's remark, is engaged in a kid's version of an elven staredown with the staff-weilding older elf.
Figment Wednesday September 6th, 2000 4:01:10 PM
The mage frowns at the information. "So they are striking outside the city as well. I wonder why? What is their motivation for killing the elves? Oh well, looks like we don't get to avoid the Obsidian after all."
Shadrach Wednesday September 6th, 2000 4:30:35 PM
Looking over at Olana and Inrge, Shad said softly, "You'd know better than I whether they'd be willing, you think Titania might take in some wild children? If they would, all these kids would have to do is follow our backtrack."
Flueterflam Wednesday September 6th, 2000 6:58:35 PM
"Yandra, eh?" Fluet smiles. "Well, not to sound too urgent, but morning is gonna come soon. Let's get whatever we need resolved." Fluet takes out his lute. Quietly, he begins Khausta Taware. While he's playing, but loud enough for the new elves to hear, "This song is named, 'Khausta Taware'. Remember it, for it may bind us stronger than you may think."
Ingrge Wednesday September 6th, 2000 7:08:05 PM
Looking over at Donal with his cold, still eyes, he chuckles. "Lad, I like your spirit and your moxy, but you needs learn when you are out of your depth and treading on thin ice. We have stared down and escaped from the green-scaled one's dungeon and the lady here with the sword, while she might be human, is an aknowledged Bladesinger. So sit back and relax before you pop a blood vessel. I'm not sure these, indicating the ragamuffin crew, would be happy with Titania, although they might be able to trade safely and maybe even live in the surrounding area.
Milo Wednesday September 6th, 2000 10:46:26 PM
After outfittin' the young elves with some food, Milo walks over and sits quietly by the fire. The halfling stares silently into the flames, peering as though they held the answer to all their problems.
Olana Thursday September 7th, 2000 11:11:43 AM
"Ingrge's probably right," says Olana to Shad. "They'd take them in I think - but they'd have to conform with local customs, and this lot..... I dunno. Maybe if we sent them there with a letter to Lorna or something. She might be able to help."
Figment Thursday September 7th, 2000 2:04:15 PM
The mage sleeps until his watch - if there is any time left - and then rememorizes his Invisibility spell.
K'nara Thursday September 7th, 2000 2:05:34 PM
The leader of the Emerald Talons bowed--almost elflike--and accepted the trade with a straight face and serious demeanor. "I thank you, Sons and Daughters of Bone." K'nara said, adding: "And I mean what I say--we must do a favor for a friend, and then we shall return to see if we can't help you with your 'bad men'...the Emerald Talons don't like the notion of bad men trying to run the Culverwood."
Dakar the painmonger Thursday September 7th, 2000 3:08:58 PM
Dakar turns to the young ones and says "The deaths of your loved ones shall be avenged. This I swear by Domi." The anger, the rage behind is voice is clearly evident, and he begins singing a soft song to himself. He regains his composure in a moment and continues. "The green one is behind the deaths of your elders, I can tell you that for certain. Gods! The evil in this world..."
Ingrge Thursday September 7th, 2000 8:56:48 PM
looking down at Donnal, Ingrge sighs and then indicating that Donnal should sit sits down in front of him and then procedes to tell him about Parnoth, and hopefully scares the devil out of him.
Milo Friday September 8th, 2000 1:11:31 AM
Milo resumes his watch, remaining introspective throughout. Though he is alert, he seems to be working something out in his head. Like he is brewing a plan, and is following it through in its entirety in his own imagination. Over and over again.
Olana Friday September 8th, 2000 10:37:59 AM
Olana goes back to her watch after making sure everything is secure, when it comes time to sleep, she sleeps like the dead and wakes up groggily in the morning.
Dakar the painmonger Friday September 8th, 2000 12:29:30 PM
Dakar strips off his armor but leaves it close at hand should he need to retrieve it. He sleeps more lightly than usual, as the emotions coursing through his blood are not conducive to a good night's sleep.
DM Jan (Good Morning!) Friday September 8th, 2000 12:52:26 PM
The rest of the night is relatively peaceful. In the morning, the small elves join the party for breakfast. High above the trees is a clear sky. Ahead - the track opens out slightly into a proper road, and it looks as though some of the foliage has been cut purposely back. Grass growing alongside the road has also been cut and trimmed. A few rabbits can be seen scampering about in the distance. A bend quite a ways down the road doesn't let anyone see it's final destination. If K'Nara examines the stone - given to her by Dannal - she will see that it is black, cut square with a beveled edge and sits nicely in her palm. If she holds it up to the light, it seems slightly translucent.
Flueterflam Friday September 8th, 2000 1:19:09 PM
"Shall we get moving?" Fluet wakes up refreshed apparently. He looks around, takes a huge breath, and stretches, before walking around while wasting time until everyone is ready to head out.
Figment d20=14 Friday September 8th, 2000 4:26:05 PM
The mage rises with the new day and takes in the full sun - having not seen it directly for a while under the trees. He prepares breakfast and shares some secrets with the young elves. "Funny", he muses to himself. "These elves are probably twice as old as I and yet are still children. I wonder what it would be like to live so long...". When he sees the rock K'Nara holds up to the light he says "That is obsidian. How interesting. May I see it for a moment?". He mage takes the stone and casts Detect Magic on it - since he is now paranoid of 'listeners' as of late.
Shadrach Friday September 8th, 2000 4:26:06 PM
Shadrach woke up tired and aching from wearing chain mail all night long. He got ready silently, feeling guilty about leaving the kids. Thinking about the futility of trying to take the kids with them, he said, "We'd better be ready to hide the pointed ears today. We might run into somebody from the city. Judging from the grass, we're close."
Milo Friday September 8th, 2000 4:49:16 PM
Milo gets up from his evening's rest, and sets about doing camp chores, fetching water, brushing horses... he even serves breakfast to everyone... apparently taking his role in their charade as a servant quite seriously. After breakfast, he works to get the wagons hitched up, and then deposits himself in his driver's seat, wide brimmed straw hat perched back on his head and a merry tune on his lips as he whistles and waits for someone to give the order to depart. He has a placid, uneducated look on his face.
Dakar the painmonger Saturday September 9th, 2000 12:53:59 PM
"Hmm. Rocks can be receptive to magic at times, can't they... regardless." Dakar straps on his armor and twists his face into a horrid grimace. "Today is a good day to die."
Ingrge Sunday September 10th, 2000 2:01:52 PM
Looking around at Dakar's proclamation, Ingrge looks to the sky and then responds, "yes it is although I will take someone with should the need arise.
K'nara Monday September 11th, 2000 5:49:58 AM
The woman warrior looked over at the stone curiously as Figment cast his spell on it, humming to herself to see if it was, indeed, magic...
Olana Monday September 11th, 2000 11:01:33 AM
Olana sits to one side and attempts to scribble a note in shaky writing. It explains what happened last night and the elves' plight. "Here," she says, handing the result to Dannal. "This is a note to a human named Lorna up in Titania. She's a cleric. She might be able to help your situation." She then gets the wagons ready.
DM Jan (The Day Beckons) Monday September 11th, 2000 11:24:49 AM
Figment is unable to find any traces of magic on the stone. It is noted however - that it is flat on one side, and cut very precisely. Dannal nods stiffly, takes the note from Olana and passes it to Shendra for safekeeping. Yandra appears to be following Fluet everywhere, and the other little ones start to look a bit forlorn as the party make preparations to leave. The small one with the stick scrambles onto the back of one of the wagons. It takes a few sharp words from Shendra to collect the rag-tag bunch together. The sun, previously cutting diagonal bands through the trees, rises higher. In the far distance ahead are sounds - like wheels rolling onward, and the occasional animal snort.
Figment Monday September 11th, 2000 2:00:45 PM
frowns at the symbol. "There is no magic on it - but I would be careful with it nontheless. They could track us if we carry it so I would recommend we return it to the elves - destroy it, or chunk it into the woods. You know, I wonder how well the scarves protect us from listening devices? Scrying perhaps, but direct listening devices? Hmmmm.". The mage returns the stone to K'Nara, mounts and gets ready to depart.
Dakar the painmonger Monday September 11th, 2000 7:44:30 PM
Dakar hops onto the back of his donkey and kicks it into motion, ready to burst into combat motion at the slightest noise. He keeps a careful eye on the road ahead and remains quiet for the journey.
Shadrach Tuesday September 12th, 2000 9:54:53 AM
He climbed up next to Milo and cocked his head. "You hear something?" Shad wriggled, trying to look both officious and bored.
Olana Tuesday September 12th, 2000 11:54:45 AM
The elf climbs up onto the wagon, feeling a little puzzled - as though something was missing. Should she have been more concerned about that brood of elves? Glancing at them for a second, she shrugs. They had food - it was time to sink or swim, just like everyone else. Anyway she had a headache, was feeling rotten and in no mood for demanding brats.
DM Jan(Emerald here we come) Tuesday September 12th, 2000 12:49:16 PM
The party sets off, and anyone looking behind will see the young elves starting to walk off up the track toward Titania carrying their sack of food. The distant sounds become more apparent, and at the base of trees that flank the road, small, tidy clumps of flowers have been planted. Then - as the party rounds a bend, the road tees into a bigger one. To the south lie the glittering walls of Emerald City, to the north west the road winds down from hills and forest. There's a caravan passing, heading toward the City gates in the far distance. Huge oxen pull great carts of unseen goods hidden beneath sheets of rough cloth, and the party will have to wait until it can fall in behind. Human horsemen flank the caravan, and give you a cursory nod as they herd the caravan along.
Figment Tuesday September 12th, 2000 3:31:01 PM
The mage greets the passing caravan and waits his turn to get in line. He moves in with everyone else and listens to any conversations going on withing earshot.
Dakar the painmonger Tuesday September 12th, 2000 3:31:02 PM
"Transporting for Parnoth, lads? What goods are ye carrying?" asks the Dwarf to one of the horsemen as the caravan passes.
K'nara Tuesday September 12th, 2000 3:31:03 PM
Not having had the heart to simply chuck away the stone that had been the elven children's coin for the food the Talons had given them, K'nara tucked it away into her belt pouch instead, patting the container with a smile. Then she swiftly galvanized herself into action, joining the rest of the party as the group continued its disguise of being traders of spirits. Once the other caravan was in evidence, the human bladesinger was silent, though she concentrated on hearing what the reply was to Dakar's question.
Milo Tuesday September 12th, 2000 6:58:04 PM
Glancing sideways at Shadrach as they round the bend..."Indeed... I hear these fellows. Humans always sound like a herd of cattle when moving in numbers larger than two or three... No offense." The halfling shrugs... and then lowers his voice, "I'd keep an eye on these folks... anyone dumb enough to trade with a dragon is dumb enough to try and steal in plain sight of the city..." Milo resumes a look of disinterest, all the while remaining ever vigilant of those around him.
Ingrge Tuesday September 12th, 2000 9:46:52 PM
Turning a wry smile to Milo, "And I suppose trying to infiltrate this same Dragon's main prison makes us intelligent?" Ingrge gives a snort and tries to look more human.
Olana Wednesday September 13th, 2000 1:11:15 PM
Muttering irritably, Olana wrapped some cloth around her ears and pulled up the hood of her cloak, preparing to manouevre the wagon onto the road to Emerald behind the caravan. Looking at Ingrge she says. "It's going to be hard to hide our bone structure. Perhaps we can pass for half elves."
DM Jan (Emerald Here We Come) Wednesday September 13th, 2000 1:44:17 PM
The rear end of the caravan passes by, and the party is able to move onto the road in their wake. One of the horsemen grins at Dakar showing gold teeth. "Actually, we're going to Plateau City with this lot. Finest silk you can buy!" he says, winking at K'Nara, giving her the onceover. "We reckon this is the safest route, through Emerald. Never had any trouble coming this way." He points at a colleague who has a long scar on his face and an eye missing. "He used to travel down from the north through Culverwood. Now HE could tell you tales that'd curl your toes, eh Bono?" His colleague rolled his eye and moved forward to the front of the caravan. The caravan consists of four painted wagons pulled by oxen, and 7 men on horseback with fancy saddles and flowing robes. They seem chatty enough and in good spirits. The journey along the road becomes slower, but steady. High above - a few clouds appear. Not long after entering the main throuroughfare toward the City, a huge green beetle flies lazily along, flitting back and forth in a roundabout manner, hesitating for a moment around the caravan, before continuing toward the party.
Figment Wednesday September 13th, 2000 4:13:25 PM
The mage pretends to ignore the beetle hoping the others see it and control their tongues - and that the green critter continues on. He makes sure to see where it goes. He watches the caravan and tries to learn how to act like traders. He copies their mannerisms and style without being too terribly overt about it.
Shadrach Wednesday September 13th, 2000 4:13:26 PM
Shad smiled at that but got a little more nervous too. He tucked his whistle necklace beneath his clothes.
Ingrge Wednesday September 13th, 2000 7:56:51 PM
Turning to Olanna, Ingrge grimaces and grumbles, "I'd rather try to pass as a dwarf.
Dakar the painmonger Thursday September 14th, 2000 1:57:43 AM
Dakar kicks his donkey into a quicker trot, filing in behind the caravan and observing thet attitude towards their cargo. Watching and learning, he tries to see how they would attempt to defend themselves from assault, just as a note of future study.
K'nara d20=9 Thursday September 14th, 2000 5:58:29 AM
The warrior woman eyed the gold-toothed speaker, nodding at the right places in his conversation and looking at Bono when the man indicated his scarred colleague. She, too, noticed the green beetle, (OOC: made Perception check, though just barely!) and kept a sharp eye on it as they rode towards Emerald City.
Olana d20=1 Thursday September 14th, 2000 11:42:37 AM
With somewhat surprising deftness,Olana manages to snap out an arm and grab the beetle, crushing it in her fist. "I hate those things," she mutters.
DM Jan (Emerald here We Come) Thursday September 14th, 2000 12:11:53 PM
The merchants in front of the party trot along, throwing witty banter at one another over the backs of the oxen. Subjects range from how much they'll get for their silk when they finally reach Plateau City, what the accomodation is like in Emerald, and whether those clouds above will turn to rain. They seem very at ease, and some of them are perhaps a touch excited at seeing the City lying before them after all they've heard blah blah blah...... The green beetle is suitably crushed. At the side of the road, the greenery becomes ornamental to the extreme - sweeping lawns, exotic shrubs cut in all sorts of shapes - beautiful flowers in strange colours. Here and there, elves can be seen flitting about tending to this extravaganza. They don't look particularly happy. The day rolls on into early evening. The clouds thicken, and eventually the City wall looms before you. There's a line of about three caravans ahead being checked at the gate.
Flueterflam Thursday September 14th, 2000 4:48:33 PM
"Olana," surprised at her reaction to the bug, "I don't think I've ever seen you snap like that before. They may be annoying, but still. Are you feelin' ok?" Fluet was so relaxed up until this point, that he was on the verge of sleep. He appears to be rather comfortable acting as a different person.
Figment Thursday September 14th, 2000 6:42:07 PM
The mage watches the checkin process. He looks for elves in any of the caravans in front of them. He notes any phrases and mannerisms that seem to work better than others with the guards.
Milo Friday September 15th, 2000 3:24:54 AM
Milo remains silent during this entire foray as they prepare to enter the city, not speaking unless spoken to directly. The halfling keeps his head lowered, seemingly concentrating on controlling the animals, though just letting them follow along, as he listens with rapt attention to all of the conversations going on around him.
Shadrach Friday September 15th, 2000 2:17:21 PM
Shad was nervous. Now that they were actually here, he didn't think they'd get by. He desperately tried to think of other plans. He had a knack granted by his goddess of getting people to believe outlandish things...but it only worked half the time. He was rich and could bribe the guards...but they might be strict and throw them in jail. Shad tried to look bored, but his eyes were always on the head of the column.
Ingrge Friday September 15th, 2000 8:00:14 PM
As they pass the gardening elves, ingrge tries to observe if there are any markings, clothing that sets them apart or labels them any particular way. Ingrge also watches to see what kind of movement those elves are permitted, what tools they carry, etc.
Dakar the painmonger Friday September 15th, 2000 10:16:09 PM
Dakar fingers his axe's handle nervously, ready to burst into action if the need comes... He sends a quick prayer to Domi in hopes that, for once, the conflict can be resolved through non-violent means.
Dakar the painmonger Friday September 15th, 2000 10:21:52 PM
Dakar fingers his axe's handle nervously, ready to burst into action if the need comes... He sends a quick prayer to Domi in hopes that, for once, the conflict can be resolved through non-violent means.
Olana Friday September 15th, 2000 10:50:14 PM
Olana frowns at Fluet for a moment, her fingers brushing against the edge of her armour, but then her face changes abruptly. "Oh!" she says brightly. "I'm alright.. really I am," before hunkering down and trying to look like a servant.
DM Jan (At The Gate) Saturday September 16th, 2000 12:52:41 PM
Up at the front, the caravan before the one in front of the party are being questioned at the gate by a large male human in full military regalia. "Where are you from?" "What is your business here?" "What is your destination?" "Got any elves with you?." "Are they tagged?" He sounds a little bored, and things seem to be moving along smoothly. He has about 6 other soldiers with him, manning the gate. Ingrge notices that the gardening elves tending the shrubs are dressed in plain dark green and have some kind of leather tag around their wrists. The area surrounding the gate is quite busy, with various creatures standing around going about business or waiting to get in. One of them, who seems to have been perusing the line, approaches Shad. "Psssst!" he says, beckoning. Up above, the clouds are gathering and darkening the sky.
Flueterflam Saturday September 16th, 2000 5:41:36 PM
"Ok, are you sure?" Fluet questions Olana. Then, just be sure, he asks K'nara quietly, "Are you doin the talkin?"
Jerry Sunday September 17th, 2000 5:14:15 AM
Testing.... Hey Folks! Welcome to www.woldiangames.com! Everyone feel free to make a test post. Jan or any of the other DMs in this game can can remove them later very easily. Jan, I suggest you give everyone a chance to make a test post here and then begin playing again with a DM post while removing all the test posts. Everyone let John or I know if you have any problems posting here, any questions, or any comments. Jan can very easily remove the old page once everyone is posting well and easily. Enjoy! And be sure to send John an thank you note for his hard work on this!
Jerry Sunday September 17th, 2000 5:31:09 AM
There is a new Games Page on the new site which you have to go directly to for now. It's at http://www.woldiangames.com/games.html
I like to manuver through the games via this page personally since I'm involved in so many.
Thanks again John. You're my hero....or somethin'. The tickets are on their way! {I wish. I'd do it if I could}
Olana/DM Jan d100=25 Sunday September 17th, 2000 5:03:09 PM
testing! tra la la!!
Milo (Chris) Sunday September 17th, 2000 7:16:40 PM
Ahem... um ... testing... and a one-ah and a two-ah and a three-ah... : )
Flueterflam (the other Chris) d100=14 d20=15 d12=12 d10=3 d8=5 d6=1 d4=3 d3=2 d2=1 4d20(10+14+12+7)+1=44 Sunday September 17th, 2000 8:04:29 PM
Coo, I think everything's goin well thus far. By the way, I am the true ruler of the universe!!!
Shadrach (Kris the 3rd) d100=86 Sunday September 17th, 2000 9:26:37 PM
I calculate there is an 86% chance my cat is the ruler of the universe! Hey, are we just gonna post to this board amid all the test posts?
K'nara Sunday September 17th, 2000 10:41:31 PM
I posted a test message to the old board, too--I didn't want it to get lonely! ;D Well... ::looking around and testing the furniture by poking, prodding, and jumping up & down on it:: ...so--how do you all like the new digs? 8)
DM Jan ((OOC)) Monday September 18th, 2000 1:43:42 AM
Please keep posting IC :) I've been assured I can blow away all our OOC stuff so we have a nice tidy game page. Just give me a couple of days to figure it out.
Milo Monday September 18th, 2000 12:15:39 PM
Getting a twitchy look on his face, Milo quietly panicks..."Uh... Shad... maybe you should do the talking... In fact, here, take the reigns, I'll be back in a sec." Shoving the reigns into Shadrach's hands, Milo hops down off of the wagon, and skirting its side, ducks underneath between the wheels, activates his ring, and comes up the otherside invisible. Feeling more confident in a state of transparency, the diminutive burglar quietly climbs back into the seat next to Shadrach, "I'm here... but don't pay any attention to me."
Shadrach Monday September 18th, 2000 1:48:46 PM
Shad made an "Ack!" sound. When he heard Milo's body thump next to him, he whispered furiously. "Milo! I was about to get off, dammit! It's a little conspicuous, this guy and me!" Not wanting to lose his new friend, Shad held the reins lightly and nodded to the guy. "Aye. Can I help you, friend?"
Dakar the Painmonger Monday September 18th, 2000 2:00:08 PM
Dakar keeps quiet, moving his donkey over to Milo. "What's this tagging they refer to? Some sort of brand, like cattle?" Dakar spits onto the dirt beside him. "Sometimes humans disgust me."
Figment Monday September 18th, 2000 4:21:16 PM
The mage prepares for the encounter - putting on his merchant facad as best he can. He watches the responses the merchants ahead of him give and the guards' responses. He sees what is involved in the elf tagging process.
Flueterflam d20=10 Monday September 18th, 2000 5:48:49 PM
Fluet seems to become so relaxed that he almost doesn't appear to be in this world. His mind wanders. The bard wonders if they can get by without anything more than a 'no' to the tagging question. He studies Olana and Ingrge, while they wait for their turn. If he thinks that they have a chance of passing with just lying, that's exactly what Fluet will do. LIE. If while studying, he decides that there is no way, then he starts to think of alternate ways of getting around the guards. (voluntary perception check on studying the 2 elves. passed)
Ingrge d20=19 Monday September 18th, 2000 7:47:02 PM
As they wait Ingrge surrupticiously drinks a potion and vanishes leaving MoonShadow tied to the wagon. Afterward, Ingre wanders over toward one of the gardening elves, and as it moves around out of sight Ingrge slips behind it and with near perfect precision knocks the unaware elf unconcious. Ingrge then drags the elf into the bushes where he trades some clothing and borrows a certain tag.
Olana Tuesday September 19th, 2000 10:24:15 AM
Olana seems a little unsure at Fluet's question for a moment, but then the smile appears again. "Yes. I'm fine." Glancing around, she spots Ingrge's horse. "Where did...?" she starts to say, immediately shutting up as the stranger approaches Shad.
DM Jan (At the Gate) Tuesday September 19th, 2000 11:07:58 AM
Up ahead - one of the caravans appears to have an "untagged" elf, and mutterings pass along the line like a wave as the elf is led off. One of the horsemen in front looks astounded. "500gp? That's daylight robbery!" "Yeh, but you get most of it back if there's no trouble," replies one of his comrades. "I don't care," comes the answer. "If we had elves, I'd make ours camp outside till it was time to go. 500gp indeed. And don't think I won't say something about it to those thugs at the gate." He turns and rolls his eyes at Figment and K'Nara. "Can you believe that?" he splutters indignantly. Off in the shrubbery, Ingrge manages to knock out the elf and 'borrow' his stuff. The tag however, is fastened with a metal rivet and will have to be cut off to be removed. The tag is fairly basic - a strip of dark brown leather - with a stamp of a dragon, and a 4 digit number burned into it. The stranger hovering near Shad refuses to be put off by Shad talking to himself and starts his sales pitch - opening his cloak out of sight of the guards. "I can do you a good deal," he hisses. "I got tokens for the wrestling, all the animal shows, the dancing. Half price what you'd pay inside. I got elf tags, I even got tokens for the steam baths with two women of your choice. They're a little extra of course. I got something for the ladies too - backroom passes at the gladiator arena. Then I got..... " On and on he goes, seemingly having just about anything money can buy within the City walls. Fluet notices that despite Olana's assurances - she looks pale, with shadows beneath her eyes, like she hasn't slept for a while, and her eyes appear to have a hard glint in them that wasn't there before. The clouds above have now rolled into a dark, heavy clump - and momentarily the sky lights up, followed by the low growl of thunder.
Dakar the Painmonger d20=5 Tuesday September 19th, 2000 11:44:10 AM
"Oath-breaking weather..." mumbles Dakar, checking his armor to make sure he's made it as watertight as possible. Suddenly his hand stops for a moment...
Milo (Invisible) d20=19 Tuesday September 19th, 2000 11:59:35 AM
Drawing his short sword as quietly as possible, Milo sits absolutely still, and watches the people around him, the guards, and his friends. Thinking to himself, "Dearie, what have we gotten ourselves into. I haven't seen security this tight since the guild."
Figment Tuesday September 19th, 2000 2:08:28 PM
The mage whispers to K'Nara "I can make Olana invisible and we can attempt to bypass without them being seen. Ingrge, I believe has the means to be invisible as well. What do you think?"
K'nara Illutu d20=5 Tuesday September 19th, 2000 2:16:30 PM
Glancing around at the rest of their "caravan", K'nara nodded her head at Figment, then went over to the hustler trying to make a buck off of Shadrach.
"Hey, you..!" she snarled, looking like six feet of hired killer, (OOC: because she made her Charisma check most easily!) "...da boss don' wanna hear it--so's youse better makes yerself scarce...or do ya wanna end up tryin' ta learn to breathe t'rough a NEW orifice--if youse gets my meanin'..!"
Flueterflam d20=3 Tuesday September 19th, 2000 2:21:24 PM
(voluntary CHR roll, passed by a mile) Before anything comes out of the turning invisible business, Fluet suddenly goes into a surprisingly compasionate mood. "Olana, I know something's wrong. I don't know how wrong. I don't know what the cause is. But with the possibilities of bad things that can happen from what we will or won't do," almost hissing the next, as though he doesn't want to hear it, "you can't have ANYTHING on your mind." Fluet stares her straight in the face. His countenance is rather emotionless, at first glance. But he is stern, loving, and hateful in the same look. It's almost as though the bard doesn't believe his own words to the elf. Then, a certain suddenness grabs hold of Flueterflam. He hugs the elf, whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry, but things appear almost set in stone for us. We must do this."
Shadrach Tuesday September 19th, 2000 2:42:17 PM
Shad looked longingly at the hustler. Those fake tags could've been handy. He was starting to wonder about the city, though. Tokens to see wrestling? What was this all about? He gave a fake laugh and waved at the guy, "I don't need that sort of thing, fellow! Women come me on their own! Wealth has it's perks," he winked.
Ingrge d20=2 Tuesday September 19th, 2000 8:19:23 PM
Quickly assessing the situation Ingrge manages to dress in the lef's clothing and cut the tag off the elf with the trimming tool and then cutting himself in the appropriate place smears the tag in his blood and moving away from the downed elf, staggers toward the gate with a mimicked cry of pain and anguish. Quickly getting the guards attention, Ingrge goes in to an amazingly convincing (int role -5 still made by 9)act of the careless slave elf scred about being cut but more afraid of having accidenlty cut his tag off.
Olana Wednesday September 20th, 2000 10:43:06 AM
Olana looks at Fluet strangely for a moment."You know, I don't know what's wrong either. Maybe..." Her whispers stop abruptly however, and her eyes harden again. To Figment she growls, "Well - whatever you're gonna do - do it fast. We're almost there!"
DM Jan (At the Gate) Wednesday September 20th, 2000 11:12:56 AM
It is now the turn of the caravan in front of the party at the gate, and one of the horsemen - true to his word, starts berating the sentries about "all this elf business". This comes to a halt as a bloody Ingrge staggers over, and the sentry in charge rolls his eyes and gives the mounted merchant a patient sigh. "I will take note of your comments sir - and pass them on to the necessary authorities. In the meantime - this is what we have to deal with." Turning to Ingrge, he points at him with his left hand, then points at his own right hand. "THIS - stupid elf, THIS - smack on head." After giving Ingrge a clip on the back of the head with aforementioned right hand, he bellows for someone to get the elf patched up and re-tagged. Ingrge is led off. The horseman shrugs, and looks to be having a tough time hiding a smirk. Meanwhile, as Fluet talks to the agitated Olana - Dakar discovers that a fat green beetle appears to have tucked itself in his armour and is sat there quite happily, minding it's own business, with it's legs retracted. The cloaked man touting his wares, is somewhat startled by the fierce K'Nara. He recovers his composure with a shrug. "Okay - so the gladiators aren't fighting this week. My mistake." With a nasty grin at Shad, he disappears back into the small crowd waiting at the gate. The caravan in front starts to roll through the entrance, one of the oxen bellowing loudly. There is another flash, and a crack of thunder. It starts to rain. Very hard.
Milo (Invisible) d20=13 Wednesday September 20th, 2000 1:26:38 PM
Knowing the effect created by heavy rain hitting him while invisible, Milo silently curses as he leaps from the wagon to dodge once more between the wheels, deactivating his ring as he passes underneath. Coming out the other side visible, the halfing, pulls the hood of his cloak tightly around his face, and remounts the wagon, looking at Shadrach, "Sorry m'lord, I had to take care of some business, can I take those from you?" Milo indicates the reigns.
Shadrach Wednesday September 20th, 2000 2:39:52 PM
"Sure, sure." Shad squinted at the sky. "Much as I love the outdoors, I think I've had enough of it today!" He settled back to look pompous and irritated, easy enough to do now that rain was sopping his clothes.
Figment d20=9 Wednesday September 20th, 2000 3:27:37 PM
The mage casts invisibility on Olana - if she would like it - making sure the guards do not see him do it (Int). He refrains if she seems to want to take a different approach.
Ingrge d20=9 Wednesday September 20th, 2000 8:15:44 PM
Moving just enough so as to avoid the brunt of the slaps, Ingrge keeps his eyes down and muted Yes master. I'm sorry master. It won't happen again master, can be heard by those nearby. As he is led away, he looks for the best opportunity to suprise and overbear this chaperone.
K'nara Thursday September 21st, 2000 6:47:59 AM
Nodding after the hustler as he disappeared, K'nara urged her mount over to where Olana sat with the reins of her wagon team in hand. "I have just about enough gold to pay the five hundred these bozos are asking, but Figment can cast invisibility on you and I can take the reins while you stay inside the wagon..." the warrior woman said in a low voice, "...Ingrge seems to have been able to sneak into the city so far. Which way would you prefer--being invisible or being tagged..?"
Olana Thursday September 21st, 2000 11:57:18 AM
"I'll take my chances on invisibility," says the elf, glancing about nervously. She was starting to feel trapped. Somehow all thoughts of the mission, the Tines, everything - seemed insignificant compared to to self preservation. Something was whispering in her head - who cares about this man in jail - let him rot, eh? Why should you risk yourself for this? Why? But instead of bolting, she gritted her teeth and let Fig cast his spell. She'd be okay.
DM Jan (At the Gate) Thursday September 21st, 2000 12:07:18 PM
Three burly guards escort Ingrge beyond the gate and leave him in a small building against the City wall. There, his wound is treated by someone with the finesse of a coal miner, and a new tag is re-attached. Then he's shoved out the door, still inside the City, and told to get back to work. Olana winks out of sight. The chief sentry at the gate looks at the party expectantly. It's raining so hard that water is dripping off the end of his nose and he has to shout. "Where are you from? What is your destination? What is you business? Got any elves?" he bellows.
Shadrach Thursday September 21st, 2000 2:35:56 PM
"New Elenna, Emerald City, rare herbs and supplies for the enterprising priest or wizard, and no. But I would like to lodge a protest regarding this gouging of taxes. It is a deterrent to the business traveler! I mean, what's next? Halflings?"
Milo Thursday September 21st, 2000 4:05:53 PM
A quiet grating sound is nearly audible as Milo grinds his teeth and his knuckles are visibly white on the reigns, but he neither opens his mouth nor looks up at Shadrach. He tells himself over and over, "Its all apart of the act... its all apart of the act... at least it had better be..."
Dakar the Painmonger Thursday September 21st, 2000 11:21:10 PM
Dakar removes the beetle from underneath his armor and crushes it in his mailed fist. Moving his donkey to Flueterflam he whispers to the Bard that "We may have been compromised."
K'nara d20=7 Friday September 22nd, 2000 6:32:22 AM
It was the human bladesinger could do NOT to pound the sentries by the gate for the way they were treating and speaking about elves. K'nara tied Poki next to Ingrge's mount and quickly took up the reins from the now-empty spot that Olana once occupied. She gave Fluet and Dakar a penetrating look, then frowned as she spotted the remains of the beetle smeared on the battlerager's fist. (OOC: made a voluntary Perception check by 2.)
Olana Friday September 22nd, 2000 11:59:52 AM
Olana taps Fluet on the arm, indicating she's climbing off the wagon, then slips quietly to the ground. Invisibility - oh the luxury. The things she could.... Swallowing that train of thought, she moves quickly alongside Figment, tapping his foot lightly in the stirrup. Whispering quietly so as not to alert the guards, she asks "How long will this last?"
DM Jan (At the gate) Friday September 22nd, 2000 12:25:21 PM
The head sentry rolls his eyes at Shad's complaint, and looks at one of his comrades. "See, Roderick? What did I tell you - one starts complaining and then they all start." Turning back to Shad he yells - just as another flash lights up the sky and the following thunderclap is loud enough to everyone's teeth rattle, "Your comments will be noted, Sir! Right now I don't care if you have man-eating turnips in there! Rod - get a quick look - make sure there's no elves and let 'em through!" He then steps back closer to the guardhouse, hoping for shelter. The other sentry patrols the wagons and looks in everyone's faces. Then he shakes his head toward the guardhouse. The head sentry starts waving the party through.
Dakar the Painmonger Friday September 22nd, 2000 12:28:19 PM
Dakar pushes his donkey forwards up to K'nara. "I suggest we proceed with extreme caution from this point on... In fact, where *are* we going to proceed to from here?"
Figment Friday September 22nd, 2000 3:24:48 PM
The mage makes sure the guards are not near before answering Olana. He whispers "About 2 hours. Be careful and stay close.". He looks at the guard with a pompous contempt as he goes by. The kind of look an out-of-sorts merchant would give.
Ingrge Friday September 22nd, 2000 8:45:26 PM
After being healed and shoved toward the gate, Ingrge slowly makes his way back towards the entry and kind of gets lost in the crowd waiting for the others to enter. As they do Ingrge will make for the gate as if to exit and get mixed in with the group and go with them, taking the part of an elf laborer.
Flueterflam Friday September 22nd, 2000 11:56:45 PM
As they pass by the sentries, "Thank you sirs, we also want to avoid, for the most part, the coming rain." He gives a grim, yet thankful smile, and nods his head towards them. To Dakar, "Don't worry, let's just get to shelter soon." With regards to K'nara, after they are out of range of the sentries, "What's up with you?" And just as he waits for an answer, he remembers something, "K'nara, do you remember those boxers I got back at the Red Wyrm Inn? I think they might come in handy."
K'nara Monday September 25th, 2000 9:39:34 AM
The redhead nodded to the disguised bard beside her. "You never know..." she agreed, snapping the reins to the horse drawing the wagon she was now driving. "Let's get going...we have deliveries and pick-ups to make..."
Milo Monday September 25th, 2000 10:45:38 AM
As they drive the wagons into town, Milo looks up, and immediately begins scanning the streetsigns for Inns. Looking to Shadrach, "Sir.. what sort of Inn do we prefer this evening, something that befits our current lot, or shall we be slumming it this evening...?" The halfling grins.
Shadrach Monday September 25th, 2000 12:23:33 PM
Shad began to shudder as the wagon was finally out of sight of the gate. "That was hairy." Then he rolled his eyes at Milo. "We don't have to do that now. Just ask K'Nara. Hey, K'Nara, what kind of inn shall we look for?"
Olana Monday September 25th, 2000 12:24:55 PM
After listening to Figment, Olana taps his foot as an acknowledgement, and makes her way through the gate, avoiding contact with anything as much as possible. Amongst the crowd she saw Ingrge in his new guise and gave herself a smile. She felt safe like this. That nagging feeling of being trapped was gone. Finding some shelter out of the rain, she waited for the others.
DM Jan (In the City) Monday September 25th, 2000 12:35:23 PM
As the party rolls through the gate, the head sentry shouts "Neeexxt!" which is partially drowned out by the storm. In the streets beyond, everyone seems to be scurrying for shelter here and there. It's twilight, but appears much nearer nightfall due to the storm clouds. The City of Emerald awaits.
Ingrge Monday September 25th, 2000 7:24:54 PM
Trailing behind and apart from the group for a few moments, Ingrge tries to see if the group is being followed or watched. After following them for two blocks, he will rejoin the group coming up beside K'nara and the wagon and asks, "Are you in need of an extra hand?"
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday September 26th, 2000 2:16:06 AM
Dakar stays with Flueterflam, moving his donkey slightly towards K'nara and keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. "We should stay in a cheap inn. Less prying eyes into our business there." states the dwarf, matter of factly.
Figment Tuesday September 26th, 2000 10:27:52 AM
"This is your territory folks, I have no idea where things are - but I would suggest we go to our first rendevous immediately. No need in wasting time. Especially with the cover of this weather. Good time to make progress.".
Olana Tuesday September 26th, 2000 12:02:00 PM
Olana approached the party, tapping Fluet, and Figment on the foot to let them know she was around. Where were they supposed to be going? The Stinking Something or other? It didn't sound very nice.
Shadrach Tuesday September 26th, 2000 7:02:22 PM
Shad shrugged, looking at the brooding sky. "It doesn't matter where we stay. We could dump these wagons somewhere around here and go by foot to the Stinking Hole to meet our contact. I'm not sure a place like that could take care of our wagons and horses."
DM Jan (In the City) Tuesday September 26th, 2000 7:46:27 PM
The rain has now settled to a steady downpour. The party are situated in a large square with a very ornate fountain at the centre. Three main streets fan off - left, centre and right. At the far side of the square, the silk merchants with the oxen appear to be heading off up the centre road. To the left against the wall - are what look like soldiers barracks, to the right is a large stable complex. The lights are on all over town, and even though it's raining - there's an almost magical aura about the place. Streams of water pour from finely carved dragon gargoyles high on the parapets, before dropping onto well-laid cobblestones and then gurgle down through heavy metal grids into the sewers below. The occasional flash of thunder reveals tall circular towers and tiled roofs, slick with rainwater. Off to the right in the far distance - is the Palace - dominating that part of the horizon. Despite the storm - the square is relatively busy. Then - a lone horseman appears from the street on the right. He sits tall, on a long-legged hunter. He's dressed all in black - his wet cloak matte black despite the downpour. The only part of his face that can be seen - are his eyes, which appear to be set on his destination. The peoples and creatures in the square seem to be avoiding him like the plague, and so he has no trouble cutting a swathe through the crowd. He rides right past the party to the gate.
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday September 26th, 2000 8:44:45 PM
"I will hold here a moment and watch what transgresses.. I assume this is a rider from Obsidian. Shall I meet you at the tavern?" The dwarf looks to be a bit agitated as he watches the dark rider go by. "I am sure this one is up to no good."
Milo Wednesday September 27th, 2000 12:03:06 PM
To Ingrge, "I'm not sure I like the sound of the Inn... Stinking Hole indeed. I say we meet who we need to meet, but stay elsewhere..." Turning, Milo seems to take an interest in the dark rider, and walks to stand next to Dakar. Seeing the look on the dwarf's face Milo attempts to assuage his friend, "Come cousin... no need to go looking for trouble just yet... It will find us soon enough."
Olana Wednesday September 27th, 2000 12:24:14 PM
The invisible elf hung around the stables, still keeping the others in sight. There she listened to general chit chat on the whereabouts of various places so they might find the place better. She'd only been to the City a few times before, (apart from the Palace of course, she realised with a shudder) and never stayed overnight.
Shadrach Wednesday September 27th, 2000 1:18:05 PM
"Come on, we'll need good lodgings to put wagons." Shad glanced back, and said, "Somebody want to stay and back up Dakar? Not that I think he'd get into trouble, Lady forfend. Milo, if you want to stay, I can handle the horses to a dry place. I have enough funds to take care of everything." Unless K'Nara objects, Shad wants to see if the stable can shelter wagons, then find a nearby inn. If not, he'll try to lead the party after the silk wagons, assuming they know where they're going.
Figment Wednesday September 27th, 2000 2:35:22 PM
eyes the stables "I would suggest we stable the animals and wagons at an inn farther away from he guard house - for obvious reasons. I also agree that we should stay somewhere other than the rendesvous point.". Figment is content to follow the group, not knowing enough about this place to really make a good decision.
Flueterflam d20=4 d20=1 Wednesday September 27th, 2000 7:23:36 PM
The bard thinks back to when he lived in the city just years before. He tries to remember where his is, and has no problem locating himself (voluntary per/int made by a mile). Knowing his way around town pretty well, he tries to think if he'd ever heard of the Stinking Hole. (voluntary int)
K'nara d20=19 Thursday September 28th, 2000 6:36:17 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons eyed the dark rider, but sensed nothing especially untoward about him--it seemed to her that he didn't recognize that her party was, indeed, the people he was on the lookout for--if he WAS a member of Obsidian.
"Dakar, I don't think that rider recognizes us--our numbers and party members look different now than from what--ahhh...*Mr. Green* last remembers." K'nara pointed out, stressing the pseudonym for Parnoth. She continued to speak, raising her voice a bit so that the invisible Olana could hear her:
"Take the rear, Dakar, to guard against anything untoward...I'm sure you will be assisted by those mystic, *unseen forces* that would watch for any undesirables with designs upon us or our goods." Then K'nara nudges Flueterflam, pointing out Ingrge. "We could always use another pair of hands, sir, to unload our goods...and he's only an elf--we wouldn't have to pay him much..." She turned towards the disguised bard with an intense look that willed Fluet to agree with her.
Ingrge Thursday September 28th, 2000 9:44:58 AM
Why thank you Mistress, and a good strong pair of hands I have too. i have other talents as well and they too are at your disposal for a small fee.
Flueterflam Thursday September 28th, 2000 9:59:59 AM
Caught a bit off guard, Fluet does a double take at K'nara. "Wha...Oh, sorry, I was in another world for a moment." Looking around in the direction K'nara pointed, the bard spots Ingrge. "Yes, I'd have to agree. Never hurts to have some extra help."
Dakar the Painmonger Thursday September 28th, 2000 10:49:25 AM
The dwarf grumbles at K'nara's suggestion, but soon brings his donkey in like with the party's train, keeping a cautios eye out for trouble, and an ear out for the buzzing of small insects.
DM Jan (In the City) Thursday September 28th, 2000 12:55:23 PM
As Shad enquires - the stables by the gate are offering to stow wagons at 5gp each per night, and horses at 1gp. Some gate entrants appear to be taking up this offer, while others are heading further into the City itself. Fluet remembers that most of the Inns and Taverns are vaguely to the left and centre of the City in relation to where the party currently are, and also this - the further away from the Palace - the less salubrious the area. No one in the square is particularly astonished as the diguised Ingrge is "hired". There appear to be other elves similarly clad here and there, doing menial tasks, and most people are still trying to get out of the rain. Back at the gate, the dark-clad rider has dismounted and is talking to the sentries. The party is too far away to make out what is being said, but there doesn't seem to be any urgency to their little chit chat. All of a sudden - it stops raining, and it seems as the whole City breathes a sigh of relief.
Figment Thursday September 28th, 2000 2:36:18 PM
The mage whispers "Guys, I think we should be going now. No need to attract attention.".
Milo Thursday September 28th, 2000 3:03:56 PM
Taking his cue from Figment, Milo dashes back to the wagon where Shadrach is sitting, and after nimbly leaping into the driver's seat, "Right! Moving along then... " he gives the reigns a practiced snap, and moves on into the city.
Shadrach Thursday September 28th, 2000 7:48:32 PM
Shad caught a glimpse of the mysterious rider at the gate. Funny, the guards were speaking to him awfully politely. Shad muttered, "I think Fig is right. Let's find a place out of sight of the guards."
K'nara d20=1 Friday September 29th, 2000 6:28:53 AM
K'nara thought for a moment, dredging her memory of the city. (OOC: Aced the Perception roll!) She easily recalled the directions to the Talons' destination, the Stinking Hole, from her tenure in that part of the city as Modo, the hunchbacked bouncer.
"Follow, then--we have a shipment to drop off!" she declared, urging her team of horses towards the destination in question.
Olana d20=6 Friday September 29th, 2000 12:11:16 PM
Olana hopped nimbly and silently (made dex) on the back of one of the wagons, whispering to whoever was driving, that she was there.
DM Jan (In the City) Friday September 29th, 2000 12:30:36 PM
The party moves on into the City, guided by K'Nara and Fluet who know the place pretty well. For a while they take the central street, and then head left. There seem to be numerous places to stay, and at first the accomodations look very nice indeed. The streets are busy, and there's almost a holiday atmosphere as visiting strangers wander about. Two rotund merchants, decked in finery are stood talking as you pass. "You know you have to hand it to Parnoth," says one of them while they both watch an elf in the middle of the road shoveling up "mess" left by passing animals. "By banning elves - he's created an 'underclass'. They've no rights whatsoever. So his council let's them back in, the dragon turns a blind eye - and what have they got? A whole new army of ridiculously cheap labour. Brought prices right down. Very clever, very clever indeed." Further down this particular street, the party notices a gradual change in the neighbourhood. Here the street's aren't as well lit, and some of the dwellings are badly in need of a lick of paint. The beings stood about are shifty eyed. Those walking move like they have a purpose. Then - off to the left, down an alley in the shadow of the City walls - is the Stinking Hole Inn. It sounds lively enough from within, especially as one of it's patrons is hurled right out the front door, landing in a drunken heap.
Milo Friday September 29th, 2000 1:32:52 PM
As the city shifts from one district to the next, Milo seems to sink deeper and deeper into his cloak. No longer wishing to look like a country bumpkin, he grabs the straw hat off of his head, and stuffs it under the seat with his pack, shaking out his wet hair. He then turns to Shadrach, "Um...ahem, perhaps we should have dropped the carts off a bit further up the road before we ventured into this part of town."
Shadrach Friday September 29th, 2000 2:16:51 PM
He shrugged, a little disgruntled, indicating that it hadn't been up to him and Milo. "Back in a flash," he said, before hopping off the wagon seat. Shad investigated the Stinking Hole's stable possibilities, seeing if they could hold a wagon or two.
Flueterflam Friday September 29th, 2000 10:17:00 PM
A large yawn rolls out of the bard's mouth. While he looks around, he feel sad that the city is taking a slightly downward turn. "Well, gotta do what ya gotta do, right?" Fluet speaks rather cynically.
Ingrge Sunday October 1st, 2000 9:51:32 AM
Biting his tongue as they pass the pair of slime ball merchants, Ingrge takes not of the area they are in and makes a personal vow that when they are done with Parnoth that those two get a personal visit. As they proceed closer to the Stinking Hole, Ingrge checks his sword and tightens his grip on his staff.
K'nara d20=5 Monday October 2nd, 2000 7:17:38 AM
As the Talons got closer to the section of town that the Stinking Hole was located in, K'nara thought for a moment and recalled the address of a reasonably okay stable where the wagons could be left somewhat safely.
"Milo--go with Shadrach, if he's going to go off like that!" the female fighter ordered the halfling. "Watch his back--and YOURS--until we get there..." She shook her head--good thing Shad was a bonze of the goddess of disaster, because the man seemed to thrive on courting trouble.
"Let's get these wagons dropped off at a stable I know and join Shad and Milo as soon as possible!" the leader of the Emerald Talons said, snapping the reins to the team of horses and urging them to hurry through the congested city traffic.
Milo Monday October 2nd, 2000 10:30:39 AM
Peering back to K'nara, Milo nods quickly, and then hops down from the wagon. "Someone will have to take over the driving on this one," Milo points to the wagon, and then draws a pair of darts from his satchel, and skillfully hides them up his sleeves before turning to run after Shadrach.
Figment d20=17 Monday October 2nd, 2000 12:09:04 PM
The mage moves up to the wagon and hops over to the seat Milo vacates - barely (Dex). "I got it Milo.". He follow K'Nara to the stables and bekons Jux to follow him.
Olana Monday October 2nd, 2000 12:29:16 PM
Sat atop the wagon, Olana growled a little as she heard the passing merchants. Maybe they'd think different with a knife in their..... but alas the wagon moved on. A strange thing - as they moved into the rougher areas, she thought she'd be apprehensive, a little worried at least. But something was making her feel right at home.
DM Jan (In the City) Monday October 2nd, 2000 1:08:24 PM
Back on the main street, not too far away are the stables that K'Nara remembered. The buildings are a bit ramshackle, but the place is clean enough. The stable master there informs them the charges are 4 silver for each of the wagons and two silver for each horse. "They'll be safe enough here," he says, folding arms like hams. "Just you watch yer step out there. It's still a little rough despite our new residents." Back down the alley, at what looks like the stable doors of the Stinking Hole, Shad is greeted by a shifty looking character with one eye. "Stables? Yeah we got stables sir.... stranger are ya?" Three more men appear out of the shadows. A vague glint of steel can be seen in the dim light as they approach. They don't look friendly. They don't look friendly at all. (OOC - Shad - roll for surprise. Pass and you have init.)
Dakar the Painmonger Monday October 2nd, 2000 1:49:28 PM
Staying in the back a ways, as soon as K'nara arranges for the horse and wagon to be dropped off the Painmonger hands his reins to Figment and states "A priest of diaster is apt to get into trouble, I shall join up with him., make sure the burro gets enough hay." And begins to tank off down the street in the direction of where Shadrach and Milo split off, heading towards the Stinking Hole.
Figment Monday October 2nd, 2000 2:35:39 PM
The mage reviews the stables and finds them to his liking. "These will do fine. Thanks for the fair warning about those outside.". He waits for K'Nara to finish up and then he moves with the others to the Stinking Hole.
Shadrach d10=4 Monday October 2nd, 2000 8:36:34 PM
((Not surprised))"You could say that," Shad peered into the darkness. The stable didn't look big enough for two wagons to him.::I'd better tell K'Nara we have to go elsewhere:: Turning back, he found some disreputable types beginning to flank him. Shad chuckled. "Ya didn't think I came alone, didja? HEY GUYS! Guys?" Somewhat to his surprise, he saw no sign of wagons or horses on the street. Beginning to get worried, Shad decided to run. "Er, sorry, be back later!"
Ingrge Monday October 2nd, 2000 10:00:46 PM
Trudging along with the horses and the wagons, Ingrge goes with the stable hand. As he does so he tries to see if there are any other elves wandering around nearby.
K'nara Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 5:48:54 AM
The human bladesinger nodded tersely at the stable master's terms, taking out five gold pieces and handing them to the man.
"A deposit. Mind the burro..." K'nara added with a wry grin, then she spun and faced the others, "...let's go join the others, quickly." With this she strode out of the stable and hastened in the direction the Talons' bonze had last been seen.
Flueterflam Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 10:30:41 AM
Fluet follows K'nara. He is quiet, almost waiting for something to happen. "At the rate things are going, I am kind of glad that we're 'supposed to' live elsewhere," stressing the fact that they're not really supposedd to be there now.
Milo d20=8 d20=19 d20=3 d3=3 d3=3 Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 11:02:14 AM
Milo shoots from the darkness towards Shadrach as he is being flanked by the street thugs. Stopping about ten feet from where the action is, the halfling deftly pulls two darts from his sleeves, and a third from his satchel launching them at the nearest of Shadrach's assailaints. (OOC: one AC 12, one AC 7, one AC -4; 3hp each on the possible hits) "Shadrach!" Milo shouts at the priest, "Don't turn your back on these guys... they're like dogs who bite when you run... only smelly." Milo's smile is grim.
Olana Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 11:13:49 AM
Climbing down from the wagon, the elf starts to follow the others, hanging back a little. It was like there was a little devil on her shoulder whispering... "no need to get yourself into trouble when there's no need".
DM Jan (In the City) d20=15 d20=16 d20=20 d20=17 d4=1 d4=2 d4=3 d4=1 Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 11:32:53 AM
With a collective snarl, the villains attack - hurling sharp daggers as they move quickly up the alley after the fleeing bonze. With somewhat alarming accuracy, the knives find their mark and Shadrach becomes a human pin cushion.(7 DMG) Gleefully thinking he's alone - they're somewhat surprised to find a halfling coming to their victim's defence, and two of Milo's darts find their mark in one of the assailants, who hisses in pain. More knives are pulled. Dakar - now at the end of the alley can see what's going on. He'll be within reach this round. It will take another round for the others to get there. Olana's invisibility wears off, and she winks into view. Apart from one elf who's in the back of the stable shovelling manure - Ingrge see's no other elves. The street is fairly quiet, and gets even quieter as scuffling can be heard down the alley toward the Stinking Hole.
Dakar the Painmonger d20=3 Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 1:24:03 PM
Dakar charges into the crowd that Shad is running away from, swinging widely with his axe and missing (AC 12) as he begins to chant his battle cry... (Jan... I lost my character sheet again...)
Figment Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 2:02:58 PM
The mage hurredly moves along with the others. He looks to the others as they approach the tavern and hear fighting - and prepares to cast.
Shadrach Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 6:44:40 PM
"Ow! Ow! Goddess bless it!" Shad whirled to face off his attackers with his trident. He'd hoped to avoid killing them. Dead bodies in a city tended to draw murder charges...(Full parry, AC becomes 2).
Ingrge Tuesday October 3rd, 2000 7:07:28 PM
Seeing the elf at work, Ingrge wanders over ans watches for a moment. " At least this is honest work that needs doing, as opposed to pruning trees." "Now why do you suppose the green one doesn't like the elven race?"
K'nara d20=7 Wednesday October 4th, 2000 7:58:01 AM
Snorting in response to Ingrge's query, K'nara growled: "More humans than elves in the city, my friend--I suspect the population count shows that elves are outnumbered enough to not be a problem to security, yet numerous enough to do the dirty work of the Kingdom without getting--" At this point, Dakar charged into the alleyway suddenly, triggering the woman warrior's battle intuition.
"We got trouble--" she said, glancing over her shoulder at the others, "--let's move!" With this, the human bladesinger ran the rest of the way to the spot where Dakar had been, deciding to wait until she could see what was happening before drawing her sword.
Milo d20=4 d20=8 d20=14 d3=1 d3=3 Wednesday October 4th, 2000 10:11:14 AM
Dancing back a few steps, Milo growls, "I hate bullies," and launches three more darts at the same opponent, striking him twice again (OOC: 4 hps damage total) Then, drawing his mystic short sword, the halfling prepares to meet his foe.
Olana Wednesday October 4th, 2000 1:24:40 PM
Olana muttered something strange under her breath as she saw K'Nara run toward the alley. So much for staying out of trouble. Walking calmly along, checking her bow and nocking an arrow, she goes to stand at the end of the alley, watching for a target.
DM Jan (In The City) d20=9 d20=4 d20=13 Wednesday October 4th, 2000 1:36:07 PM
As the others run to the alley, they can now see Shadrach under attack from 4 human villains. One of them has fallen back injured however - after becoming a victim of Milo's darts. Another of them has turned his attention on Dakar, narrowly missing him with a sweep of his knife. The other two - their eyes still on their prize of a rich merchant stranger go after Shad again, who manages to parry their blades deftly. The elf who Ingrge speaks to is female, with a pretty face under all that grime. After glancing around, she whispers - "Well - 'they' say it was because of some elven adventurers who did something bad, and that we only have ourselves to blame. But who knows?"
Dakar d20=8 d20=18 d10+6=14 d10+6=10 Wednesday October 4th, 2000 2:32:00 PM
Dakar grunts as the rogue swings his knife at him, his face turning into a snarl. With a broad swing his axe comes round (AC 7, 14 points damage), biting deep into the thug's flesh. (if that misses or doesn't kill him) The axe then falls again, striking fiercely once more. (if it does kill him) Dakar reverses directions on the pass of the axe and connects once more (AC -3, 10 dmg) his axe spilling yet more blood onto the dusty street as he begins a song of battle.
Figment Wednesday October 4th, 2000 2:40:43 PM
The mage casts sleep on the 2 thugs that after Shad, focusing it such to avoid his friend in the area of effect.
Ingrge Wednesday October 4th, 2000 9:17:27 PM
Watching as K'nara and the others go rushing off, Ingrge nods sagely as the elf lass speaks. "Personally lass, I think it is because he fears us and has seen the future when one of us rules in his stead." Coming closer and whispering, I am new to this city and am unaware of certain things. Like for instance; do any chafe under the Green One's claw so much, that they plot and plan? And if not yet are there those who would support such an effort were it to spring forth? Now I know you do not know me and have no reason to trust me, but not everyone eats with a spoon here. Some still like using the tines of a fork to spear their food.
Shadrach Thursday October 5th, 2000 12:58:24 AM
"Ah hah! Thought I was alone, didja! And there's more where that came from, me buckos! We can take all you can dish out and more!" Putting up a bold front, Shad kept parrying, hoping that nobody got killed.
K'nara d20=7 Thursday October 5th, 2000 7:21:22 AM
The female fighter sprinted to the mouth of the alley, halting to take in the scene once she was there. Her mouth crooked a wry grin when she saw Milo's handiwork and heard Shadrach's words. She reached for her short bow and arrows, nocking a missile as she announced in a commanding voice:
"Yo! You muggers best beat feet, else you'll be explaining your life stories to Gargul next!" So saying, K'nara aimed an arrow very carefully, pulling the bowstring back with precise deliberation... (OOC: made a Charisma check & passed by 8.)
Olana d20+1=21 d20+1=12 d6=1 d6=5 Thursday October 5th, 2000 1:23:58 PM
With quiet precision, the elf let off two arrows toward one of Shad's attackers, smiling nastily to herself as they hit their mark. Mess with the Talons would they? Hmph.... (8 dmg)
DM Jan (In the City) Thursday October 5th, 2000 1:50:51 PM
A lot of things seem to happen at once. The thug on the floor is crying "Argh argh argh," after being hit by Milo's darts. He is shocked into silence however as he sees one of his comrades butchered and decapitated by a dwarf with an impressive but rather nasty whirling battle axe. The other two on Shadrach also hesitate at the sight of the bloodbath, and they blink and stare for a moment as K'Nara yells her commands. That's right before they fall down, fast asleep as Fig's spell hits them. One of them catches two arrows in the shoulder and starts to bleed. The only one still awake, starts to crawl away whimpering.
Back at the stable, the female elf looks at Ingrge wide-eyed for a moment. "But that's.... who ARE you?" she whispers urgently, glancing around to see if anyone's listening. There are a few passers-by on the main street. Luckily the alley is still devoid of any spectators. Voices however, can be heard behind the closed door of the tavern.
Figment Thursday October 5th, 2000 2:06:34 PM
The mage shrugs and walks past the thugs as if they don't exist. "You okay Shad?".
Dakar the Painmonger d20=7 d10+6=16 Thursday October 5th, 2000 5:21:10 PM
Dakar brings his axe down on the fleeing thug. "You should have known better than to mug a Bonze... luck always seems to flow in their favor." He then turns to the rest of the party, providing that the thug has been successfully dispatched. "We need a place to rid ourselves of the bodies. And clean off the blood." Dakar begins to wipe his axe blade down and resharpen it, frowning at the nick it got from striking against the stone street.
Milo Thursday October 5th, 2000 5:42:45 PM
With a flourish Milo replaces his short sword in its scabbard and he moves to where K'nara is standing, "Sorry... I did the best I could... their were so many of them though." The halfling has a truly apologetic look on his face.
Ingrge Thursday October 5th, 2000 7:51:58 PM
Leaning closely to the elf lass, Ingrge simply says, well I most certainly am not what I seem. My friends and I are however a large thorn in the foot of a certain overstuffed green lizard. We support any who oppose this gheko, even if the night gets as dark as obsidion.
Shadrach Thursday October 5th, 2000 10:46:24 PM
"Fine," he nodded. "Just a scratch." He glared at the one still alive and aimed a kick at his backside. "Off with you! If I hear of you again, it doesn't matter where you are, prison or palace, I can reach you!" He looked bleakly at the bodies. "Why don't we hide these in the stable 'till we can get a wagon down here? Anybody know where to dump them or shall we ask the help of our host?" Shad gestured to the Stinking Hole tavern.
K'nara d20=6 Friday October 6th, 2000 8:42:17 AM
(OOC: made another Charisma check; passed by 9)
"YOU!" the leader of the Emerald Talons approached the only living, conscious thug, still aiming and halting when she was as close as she could be and still able to fire her missile at him. "Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once: I can either kill you or let you go so that you can wake up your...friends...and get the hell out of here. What's your choice?" The tall redheaded woman had iron in her eyes and death targeted at the criminal's heart at point-blank range.
Olana Friday October 6th, 2000 12:26:00 PM
The elf smirked at the villains' plight. She wanted to go and slit the sleeper's throats, but something told her to hold back - not out of compassion though, something she seemed to be lacking these days. Walking up past K'Nara she said - "I'll look for somewhere we can hide all this mess," before setting off up the alley, scouting around.
DM Jan Friday October 6th, 2000 1:07:44 PM
Somehow, the injured thug manages to avoid the bite of the axe. The narrowly missed blow does nothing for his state of mind however - neither does Shad's kick to his behind. By the time K'Nara had finishes with him, he is a jibbering, bleeding wreck. With shaking hands he manages to wake his colleagues, and they stumble off. Olana spots another dead-end alley branching off this one where it's pitch black. Back at the stables, the female elf muck shoveller is not sure what to believe, and then smiles - coming to her own conclusions. "You say you're not from here? Well let me tell you - the Tines is a myth. They disappeared a long long time ago. No one believes in them any more except in childrens games of secrets. There ARE people helping us - so they say, but no one knows who they are. "As for obsidian - you be careful with that word." She glances around, lowering her voice even further. "They're here you know, and they're watching us all." With a sigh she adds "Know what I believe? They say someone will come - an elf - who will lead us from the darkness of the dragon's oppression and out into the light once more. It's the only thing that keeps me digging. You take care now fellow elf, but don't go looking for Tines - they're not there." She puts down her shovel and gives him a hug. "May the Seldarine watch over you - even in such as place as this." She then goes back to her shovelling.
(*Seldarine - elven lore - "Brothers and Sisters of the Wood" - gods)
Figment Friday October 6th, 2000 1:52:24 PM
The mage offers "Guys, it would be better to wipe off the blades and walk away. Nobody will be looking for a scapegoat for this - unless it is to give us an award. Let's move on quickly before we are spotted.". He moves with deliberation toward the tavern.
Ingrge Friday October 6th, 2000 10:37:09 PM
Handing the elf lass a gold piece, Ingrge smiles at her and quietly says, "While I am not from here exactly, I have been here before. I call my home the Tree of Parting. And on the holy tree I assure you that the Tines do exist." With that said, Ingrge turned and quickly heads out to see what kind of trouble the rest of the party has gotten into.
Shadrach Saturday October 7th, 2000 12:05:13 AM
He shrugged and began binding his arm. Concentrating, the magical armor fixed the slice in his sleeve, so that no trace of the cut shown from his clothes.
Dakar Saturday October 7th, 2000 1:38:01 PM
"Live lips sink mines." states the dwarf, his displeasure obvious at letting some of the thugs escape. "They saw that some of us were elves, demi-humans... they are all humans. This bodes ill. I suggest we advance the time-table. Beginning with getting into the inn as soon as possible." The dwarf grunts and hefts his axe, moving towards the inn's main entrance. He doesn't want to attract unwanted attention by coming in from the alley.
Flueterflam Saturday October 7th, 2000 8:30:47 PM
Fluet stands through the entire fight without moving or speaking. In fact, he's entirely shocked that Emerald Kingdom has fallen so low. As everyone is straightening up from the battle, Fluet zones out. He feels so strange coming home, where he used to play just years ago, and finding everything and everyone so low and disheartened. This would definitely be good for a song someday. If he lived that long.
Milo Sunday October 8th, 2000 7:19:49 PM
Obviously not happy with his surroundings, Milo follows directly behind Dakar, hoping that the attention that the powerful looking dwarf draws to himself as he enters the tavern will detract from him... thus allowing him to go about the business of listening.
K'nara Monday October 9th, 2000 5:59:46 AM
"The mage speaks well." K'nara said, nodding and taking care of the blades. "Olana--get your hood up so that your ears are not so evident." The female fighter straightened up, pursing her lips for a moment.
"We should case the Stinking Hole on the outside and note its exits. Then we should assign at least one person per exit to see that our 'friend' doesn't give us the slip while the bulk of our party is asking about him inside. I think--given the way this City is treating elves--that the most likely people to remain outside keeping the exits under observation are Olana and Ingrge."
Olana Monday October 9th, 2000 11:57:39 AM
Olana pulls up her hood, although keeping it back enough that it won't obscure her vision."I don't mind staying outside. I can take care of myself," she says quietly with a smile, before moving off to explore the outside of the tavern.
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Monday October 9th, 2000 12:18:36 PM
On the outside, The Stinking Hole looks to be a squat rectangular building with two storeys. It's entrance is on the main alley where the villains attacked. There are smaller alleys on either side of it.
The RIGHT alley is gated, leading to a smelly, walled yard which - once of a day - could have held stables. The gate is open and was the original hiding place of the villains before they jumped Shad. On that side of the tavern in the yard is a door leading into the interior.
The LEFT alley is dark, equally smelly and runs to a walled dead end. No signs of entry into the tavern on this side. You discover that The Stinking Hole actually backs onto another building, so there's no way to go around the back at all.
The upper storey is fairly low - so much so that someone of Shad's stature, if he took a leap at it - could easily reach the sills of the upper windows with his hands.
There is talk coming from the inside - the usual tavern noises, by all accounts.
The elf shoveller stares after Ingrge as he re-joins the others.
Flueterflam Monday October 9th, 2000 1:36:24 PM
"Well, unless someone objects, I will proceed to go in and sit down. I feel really strange. I think it might just be the change in everyone here is bothering me." Waiting a moment, he goes inside. After stepping through the door, he glances about casually, looking for an empty table. Then he goes to sit down. And, despite not a heavy alcohol abuser, he orders a glass of wine to calm himself. The friendly green giant was really screwing things up. General morale, obsidian, the elves. His brain hurt to think of any other possibilities that he didn't yet know about.
Figment Monday October 9th, 2000 3:36:19 PM
The mage follows K'Nara into the Tavern when she goes. "Food and drink would be a good thing right now. We may not have another chance so we better take it.".
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday October 10th, 2000 1:42:32 AM
Dakar Trundles into the inn, shooting a glare back at those who look at him oddly. He immediatly heads for the bar and pulls up a stool, asking only for water, or goat's milk if they have any.
Ingrge Tuesday October 10th, 2000 8:39:23 AM
coming around the corner just as the others are about to enter the in, Ingrge Takes a place just to the rear of K'narra and whispers, "so, what was all the fuss? Sorry I missed it, I was hopefully fomenting rebellion."
K'nara Tuesday October 10th, 2000 8:46:52 AM
"Olana, check that out and watch that side of the tavern..." the leader of the Emerald Talons nodded to the right alley, "Ingrge, keep this main door in your sights. We'll go inside and see if we can't flush out our quarry."
Adjusting her own cloak so that she may freely draw her sword should the need arise, K'nara stepped into the Stinking Hole with the others.
"Keep your eyes peeled and your ears open," she quietly ordered the others, "And do not leave the public room without letting me--or, at least, somebody else in our party--know. Same thing goes for anybody who spots our guy." Her hazel eyes swept the interior, trying to ferret out her likeliest avenue of investigation...
Olana Tuesday October 10th, 2000 10:57:09 AM
The elf nods. "A'dos quarth," she mutters while checking her weapons and slipping through the gate into the yard. For a moment she stops there, a puzzled look on her face, before moving toward the door. She will find a place nearby that is unobtrusive, where she can watch comings and goings.
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Tuesday October 10th, 2000 11:24:25 AM
A strange thing - those who may have heard Olana and were familiar with a certain accursed elf language could have sworn she said "at your command" in Drow.
While all remains quiet outside for the moment, those who step into the Stinking Hole Inn are pleasantly surprised to find the interior homely and clean, with a delicious smell of food wafting from the kitchen.
The huge man behind the bar grunts at Dakar but gives him a metal cup of water before going on to pour 5 tankards of beer which he slams down at one end of the bar - right below a NO ELVES SERVED HERE sign. The place is moderately busy but there's room to sit down. Most of the patrons are huddled around tables talking quietly to one another, in between quaffing their ale and slurping at huge bowls of soup. Fluet is approached by a serving girl with mousy, mussed hair and who's clothes have definitely seen better days. Then - right in the middle of taking his order, the man behind the bar bellows beligerantly, "Cherry! Get over here - your order's ready!" The girl scurries over to the bar. "And you!" exclaims the man, pointing at K'Nara, more specifically at her sword. "We'll be having no trouble here, pretty girl or not!" Other patrons turn and stare for a moment, looking at the new customers. "And don't be bringing no bloody elves in here either," he adds, wiping the bar and glowering at the rest of the party. "Now - what can I get all of you?"
Figment Tuesday October 10th, 2000 11:52:59 AM
The mage nods at the barkeep. "I'll have an Ale and whatever your serving for food.". He then travels over to an empty table and occupies it for the group. Boy, this is going to be interesting.
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday October 10th, 2000 12:02:30 PM
"I've ordered already, but apparently you feel that I am a lesser citizen? Or that my order makes me not the warrior that you are?" says the dwarf, a challenging sneer on his face as he stares the barkeep down with cold eyes.
Milo d100=86 d100=96 Tuesday October 10th, 2000 2:58:35 PM
Attempting to be sneaky, Milo trips on a loose floor board as he enters the tavern, sprawling across the floor. Recovering quickly, the halfling stands up, brushes himself off, and slinks over to the table where Figment is sitting... When the serving woman comes around he meekly orders an ale, and sits looking everywhere, yet nowhere all at the same time.
Ingrge Tuesday October 10th, 2000 7:48:44 PM
Nodding his head at K'narra's order, Ingrge starts walking into the inn just as the bartender makes his anti-elf proclamation. Looking back to K'narra he quickly finds a bench or chair near the door and sits down.
Shadrach Tuesday October 10th, 2000 9:37:26 PM
Shad spent a few extra minutes in the alley toning down his wardrobe. When he looked like just another workman, instead of a rich merchant looking to get mugged, he tromped into the Hole and sat down next to the dwarf without looking at him.
K'nara d20=6 d20=1 Wednesday October 11th, 2000 7:31:58 AM
K'nara nodded to Shad's adjustment of appearance before turning wide, ingenuous hazel eyes to the barkeeper.
"Trouble? Me? Perish the thought!" she said in a breathy voice that reeked of feminine helplessness. "I have to dress like this and lug this awful, heavy ol' thing around--" here she tapped the still-sheathed sword at her back, "--simply because my Pa doesn't like to think of me at the mercy of fiends and leches. A girl's gotta protect herself from maulers, you know!" (OOC: made a voluntary Charisma check by 9.)
"I'll have the house ale, though, if you please." the chesnut-haired female fighter added. She took a seat at the bar itself, scanning the room for anyone who may possibly look like they may be the person the Tines sent the Talons to come meet while waiting for the bartender to fill her own order. (OOC: Booyah! Aced the Perception check.)
Olana Wednesday October 11th, 2000 10:32:52 AM
The elf kept to the shadows outside, her eyes flitting between the door, the gate and the alley beyond it. Resorting to breathing through her mouth and not her nose, she waited, a slight frown on her face, and a dagger in her hand.
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Wednesday October 11th, 2000 11:04:16 AM
Outside, it starts to rain again.
Inside, the gruff barman taps a pudgy finger on the bar top in front of Dakar. "You're only a lesser citizen if you have pointy ears. Your water's there. And we don't serve baby milk here." He starts pouring the drink orders, while bellowing at the serving maid. "Man over there want's food," he growls, gesturing toward the table Figment commandeered. "See to it."
The other patrons appear to be going back to their business although Milo notices one or two of them appear to be eyeing up Fluet and Figment as possible marks.
The serving girl approaches the table after rolling her eyes toward the barman out of his sight. "My name's Cherry," she says. "We have vegetable soup, roast pork or roast beef with potatoes and carrots. What'll it be?"
The barman's attitude softens considerably toward K'Nara and he leans toward her, resting on arms like hams. "I'll get you your ale darlin'. And don't you worry. You're safe enough in here. No one messes with me." After a lecherous look that seems to crawl all over her, he looks toward Shad - all businesslike. "What can I get you?" he asks. For the moment, he seems distracted enough not to have noticed Ingrge by the door.
Figment d20=13 d20=3 Wednesday October 11th, 2000 2:41:09 PM
The mage makes sure his wand in showing in a non-chalant sort of way. He nods to the barkeep and waits for his food. He begins to look around the place, carefully eyeing the occupants and the room (Int). He says nothing and uses a blank look, showing no emotion whatsoever (Cha).
Dakar Wednesday October 11th, 2000 5:17:40 PM
Dakar sips from the glass, keeping up his moastic oath to never imbibe in alcohol of any sort, lest it create impurities in his blood and brain. He calls Cherry over when the other have ordered and asks for a large bowl of the vegetable soup and a loaf of bread, with whatever cheeses they have in stock.
Milo Wednesday October 11th, 2000 6:00:12 PM
Looking up at Cherry, Milo smiles and winks, "I'll have the roast beef and so on.. and another ale." Then speaking so only Figment can hear him, "Careful friend, the room has its eyes upon you." The halfling proceeds to quietly describe the appearance and location of each patron who sized up Figment or Fluet, all the while, never taking his gaze off of his mug.
Flueterflam d20=12 Wednesday October 11th, 2000 6:36:56 PM
Fluet sits comfortably, noting Milo's concern. But, doesn't mind much. When Cherry comes by, "Hi Cherry. My name's Fluet." He takes a moment to consider his next words. "Your boss seems a little harsh." He keeps thinking of things that relate to his youth when he lived in Emerald Kingdom, legally. But then he knows he can't just announce their situation. "Umm...yeah...What do ya do after work? Could we talk when you get off?" The bard acts very sincere, no implications. In fact, he just wants to try getting information out of her. (passed CHR check by 6)
Shadrach Wednesday October 11th, 2000 7:47:03 PM
"Ale." Shad huddled onto his stool like a man who habitually has a drop or two before going home. He sniffed at the pungent smell of dinner and wondered if eating here would be within his role.
Ingrge Wednesday October 11th, 2000 8:02:22 PM
Sitting by the door, Ingrge tries to be as in conspicuous as possible but remains alert and listening to the nearest table for anything that might be of interest. If Cherry comes by He will see if he can slip her an extra tip for a little something to eat and drink, if it seems she won't get into trouble.
K'nara d20=1 d20=2 Thursday October 12th, 2000 8:05:32 AM
Recalling that their contact's name was supposed to be Cherry, K'nara took up the ale served her and told the bartender: "Why, thank you so much! I feel safer already..!" Then she scurried off to join Figment at his table.
"You've made contact? What did she say..?" the human bladesinger asked the mage.
Olana Thursday October 12th, 2000 10:44:31 AM
As the rain starts, Olana frowns - pushing herself closer to the wall in the stinky yard, which hopefully will offer some shelter. Life could be exciting with the Talons, and occasionally it could be downright unpleasant.
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Thursday October 12th, 2000 11:06:55 AM
Figment's examination of his fellow patrons reveals a potentially motley bunch of rogues and villians. Then again - some of them could be honest, hard-working folks having a tankard of ale before they went home. There's a definite air of poverty amongst them all however.
The barman leers at K'Nara's behind as she moves towards the table, and decides to share an extremely off colour joke with Shad and Dakar at the bar, whom he figures will appreciate it.
Cherry takes Figment's, Milo's and Dakar's order. After jotting down Fluet's order she pauses for a moment at his request. Glancing around she says quietly, "Well if you're prepared to wait three hours. You can talk to me when I've got your orders in, providing it doesn't annoy old 'bull brains' back there, but I can't leave the tavern yet for a while."
She then see's Ingrge by the door, his race registering in her eyes, which take on an apprehensive look. With a glance at the barman, who's in the middle of some elaborate tale by the looks of it, she heads towards him hopefully to ward off any potential trouble.
Figment Thursday October 12th, 2000 12:42:06 PM
The mage winks at Cherry when she takes his order "I was told I might find someone named Cherry here. Alemi's priestess sends you greetings.". When K'Nara comes over to the table he whispers "She hasn't said anything yet. Let's be patient.".
Shadrach Thursday October 12th, 2000 5:21:08 PM
His eyes glittered dangerously at the bartender's jest, but Shad held it in. He promptly launched into a diatribe about all the horrible things his woman had done to him. Despite that he loved her and Shad became graphic with the things he'd like to do to the men who trifled with her.
Dakar the Painmonger Thursday October 12th, 2000 6:47:55 PM
Dakar moves to sit with the rest of his group, signalling that Chery should bring his food over to the table, rather than serving him at the bar.
"How goes the search?" says the Dwarf... he appears to be tired, almost exhausted by the rigors of travel.
Flueterflam -- Mighty Bard extraordinaire d20=15 Thursday October 12th, 2000 9:46:45 PM
Fluet decides that while waiting for possibly 3 hours, he will play a tune. "Hey Barkeep!! Mind if I play?" Before a response can be given, the bard plucks away at his lute, adding in lyrics where appropriate. (voluntary CHR passed by 3)
Milo d100=67 Thursday October 12th, 2000 11:11:29 PM
As Milo eats, he very neatly places half of everything on his plate into a clean handkerchief which he pulls from his satchel. Tying up the ends into a lunch as it were, Milo looks over to K'nara, and speaks in hushed tones,"I'm going to have a breath and commune with the watchful eye." The halfling winks, and after dropping a couple of silvers on the table, he gets up and walks outside of The Stinking Hole. Walking up to where Olana is keeping watch, the halfling smiles from under his hood as it begins to drip with the rain, "I brought you something warm from inside... Its not the best... well... um... at least its warm." A bit more quietly... "We found our contact... but it'll be about three hours 'fore she can talk with us... I thought I'd come out and keep you company in the mean while." And with that, Milo slips into the nearest shadow next to Olana as best he can, and quietly proceeds to talk her ear off... He tells her all about his life before joining up with the Emerald Talons.
K'nara Friday October 13th, 2000 5:49:54 AM
K'nara nodded to the mage, sipping her ale--then almost choked on the brew when her eyes followed Cherry's intended interception of...
INGRGE??? What the hell is with that elf??? the leader of the Talons gulped air and coughed as she thought to herself. I *said* for him to wait outside and watch the door! If he gets murdered by one of these louts in here, I'm gonna KILL him!!!
Olana Friday October 13th, 2000 3:16:13 PM
Olana takes the food from Milo gratefully, munching and nodding as he goes into his tale. "Ever thought about investigating what happened to your father?" she asks, licking her fingers. Then, with a sigh she adds, "And by the way - if I've seemed a bit weird lately, I'm sorry. I can't explain it. I just keep getting strange thoughts in my head. I don't know where they're coming from."
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Friday October 13th, 2000 3:31:55 PM
"Er... yeah, yeah," says the barman, blinking at Shad's outburst, before surreptitiously sneaking back to clean his glasses and tankards. Another lass brings food out to the tables. Cherry stops in her tracks after hearing what Figment says, and turns to look at him - questions written on her face. As Fluet starts a song, there's a general groan from the patrons, although after a few bars they seem to settle down a bit. At least no one throws anything. The fact that there's an elf on the premises, is pushed to one side for a moment as Cherry glances toward the barman (thankfully appearing busy at the moment), and then moves back over to the table, looking at all those sat there. "A priestess?" she whispers.
Ingrge Saturday October 14th, 2000 2:07:39 PM
Sits for a moment as Cherry heads his way and then as she is distracted and forgets him for a moment, Ingrge steps back outside and approaches Olanna's position.
"You Know, for someone pulling sentry duty, you are awfully noisy, and what was it with the speaking of the cursed ones tongue?"
Figment Monday October 16th, 2000 11:51:42 AM
The mage smiles and reveals a small section of his scarf to her. He continues to speak softly so the bar maid is the only one who can hear. "Yes, I met her in a city not far from here. Lorna was her name. She was very complimentary of you. In fact, she said you could help us - and us you. We can speak later if you wish - or not at all if you do not know that of which I speak.".
Shadrach Monday October 16th, 2000 4:24:08 PM
Shad broke down and ordered beef and veggies. He stayed at the bar for the time and watched the room absently.
Olana Monday October 16th, 2000 7:10:24 PM
"Yes well - we're having a real party here," says Olana to Ingrge before glancing up into the rain and rolling her eyes at Milo. She passes Ingrge what's left of the wrapped food. "There's two ribs left and some vegetables," she says before looking somewhat puzzled. "Accursed language? I don't know what you mean," she adds, smiling sweetly.
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Monday October 16th, 2000 7:16:31 PM
A huge platter of beef surrounded by roast potatoes gets plonked on the bar in front of Shadrach. His glance around the place reveals nothing other than patrons getting on with their own business, some of whom having shifted their chairs around, enabling them to watch Fluet play and sing. Over by the table, Cherry affects an air of nonchalance, but seems to be looking at each of the party in turn. When she speaks, she keeps her voice down. "So er, where have I seen you people before," she asks. "The Tine and Talon - or the Glass Bottle?" Outside - it stops raining.
Ingrge Monday October 16th, 2000 7:48:45 PM
Looking down at Olanna, Ingrge makes sure he can see the front door of the inn, takes a rib from Olanna and with a gutteral grumble utters in Drow. " Yo das, A'dos Quarth." ( "You said, I hear and Obey") As he finishes speaking, almost as if the words left a bad taste in his mouth, He quickly takes a large bite of the meaty rib.
Milo Tuesday October 17th, 2000 2:46:38 AM
"Goodness the rain has given us some respite after all," Milo proceeds to remove his cloak, and nodding at Olana, he turns a curious eye to Ingrge, and wringing out his cloak, "What does it matter which language she used? P'rhaps if folks don't think she's too friendly with her own kind they'll give her a bit of leeway... Either way... words are words... whether you speak them in elvish, or the common tongue. Forget the package that the message is wrapped in, and consider the message itself... much as you would the content of her character, I'd say." With that the halfling smiles and drapes his freshly wrung cloak about his diminutive shoulders.
K'nara Tuesday October 17th, 2000 7:57:19 AM
Without missing a beat, K'nara said:
"The Tine and Talon, obviously--it's the ONLY place for a fair big helping of just desserts." She went on to pick up Shad's fork and spear one of the pieces of potato from his plate, eating it with the ease of a well-known comrade.
"Say, this is good--you should get yourself some of this stuff!" she told the bonze after swallowing most of her mouthful.
Figment Tuesday October 17th, 2000 8:02:13 AM
The mage smiles at Cherry's cloak and daggaresque question. He responds and again keeps his voice down. "Why, the Tine and Talon of course. Wonderful establishment that. Seems like the health of many is being restored as a result of their business. I think much more good could come of it with the proper information and direction...".
Olana Tuesday October 17th, 2000 11:03:18 AM
The elf looks puzzled for a moment. "I know what you said, but I don't know how. Maybe it was something I picked up from a comrade a while ago - you know, these things just 'pop' into your head don't they," she says, then giving Ingrge a smug smile and nodding at Milo's suggestions. "What's happening inside, Milo?" she adds, rapidly changing the subject.
DM Jan (The Stinking Hole) Tuesday October 17th, 2000 11:19:27 AM
Outside - Ingrge notices a tall, dark figure entering the gloom of the alley on foot, at a fast, confident pace. The figure heads for the door of the Inn and disappears inside. Inside - nodding to herself and biting her lip nervously, Cherry crouches at the table, pretending to write an order, but whispers furiously. "We've got trouble. We lost track of the escapee. We 'think' that Osidi -" She's stopped in her tracks as someone enters the Inn. It's a man - tall - covered from head to foot in black, his face veiled and only his eyes visible. He's armed with what looks like a long curved sword tucked in a plain black scabbard. The rear of his tunic is pleated, swirling a little behind him as he walks. The patrons hush and appear to begin a study of the bottom of their glasses. The bar man appears to turn a nice shade of gray and starts bellowing for his serving girls, Cherry included. "What'll it be Sir - your usual?" he asks with a newly acquired deference. The dark clad man nods and leans on the bar, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Moments later - Cherry and the other girl appear from the kitchen with a basket and a tureen, handing them both to the man along with a curtsey. The man nods silently, takes the handles of the basket and the tureen, and leaves. He hasn't said a word.
Figment Tuesday October 17th, 2000 12:09:24 PM
The mage studies his drink when the dark clad figure walks in. He does not react as Cherry leaves. He waits quietly for her to return at her own pace.
Shadrach Tuesday October 17th, 2000 1:44:08 PM
Shad gave K'Nara a hurt look. To the bartender, he shrugged. Picking up his plate, he went over and sat down at the others' table. When the Man in Black came in, Shad forgot to be sneaky and stared at him curiously. After he left, Shad glanced at the waitresses and said, "'Ey, I didn't know you did take out!"
Milo d100=12 d100=57 Tuesday October 17th, 2000 5:42:01 PM
Watching the man enter the Stinking Hole, Milo nods in acknowledgement to Olana, and slips quietly in behind the dark cloaked stranger... After witnessing the scene, the halfling looks across the room and locks eyes with with K'nara for just a moment. He has a look on his face never witnessed by his friends... that of studied calm, and determination... And then, as quietly as he entered, he slips out the door quiet as a mouse in pursuit. Ducking back into the alley with Olana and Ingrge... for just a moment, Milo looks to the pair, whispering, "I'm going to follow that man... hopefully, I'll be back soon... Care to join me?" Milo seems to be handling something small in his hand... a glint of liquid silver catches the light for a moment... And then, without waiting for a response... the halfling is off... ducking from shadow to shadow... keeping the man in view, but keeping a goodly distance as well...
Ingrge Tuesday October 17th, 2000 8:38:48 PM
Looking down at Olanna, Ingrge shrugs his head and says " As you wish. Though we both know that language is not something casually used around friends." As he finishes, he spots the dark stranger and and watches as he enters followed closely behind by Milo. As Milo returns and drops his little bomb in their laps Ingrge digs into his pack and removes a waterproofed wrapped package and leaving all else but the bandolier of daggers and his other daggers, with Olanna and signaling for her to remain on guard, steps into the night becoming just another bonded elf servant on a late delivery for his master. Ingrge shuffles along the other side of the street, from The Dark man and his shadow, keeping them insight but making sure to walk in the gutter of the road and not make eye contact with any other of the souls that are out and about.
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday October 17th, 2000 10:19:22 PM
The dwarf looks a bit startled and confused for a moment. "For Domi's sake, where I come from we'd kill him where he stands."
K'nara Wednesday October 18th, 2000 6:02:47 AM
The man in black was obviously Obsidian, and Cherry's information gave K'nara an idea.
"You, Shad, Dakar and Fluet stay here," she whispered to Figment, "Get whatever information you can. I'll try to keep tabs on the 'phantom diner' who was just here...hopefully with Milo's help...I'll come back for you all as soon as possible." With this, the leader of the Tines hastily slipped out the door of the tavern.
"Olana..? Milo..?" K'nara looked around for the lookouts that were supposed to have been outside, seeing neither of them--nor did she see... "Ingrge??? Damnation, I'm gonna kick that elf's butt myself if he isn't in one piece!"
Olana Wednesday October 18th, 2000 11:09:07 AM
Olana pops her head around the yard gate and gestures down the street. "They went that way," she says to K'Nara. "I presume we're gonna follow for some reason?" With that, she moves out into the alley, following the human warrior, a puzzled frown still etched on her face after listening to Ingrge.
DM Jan (Back on the Streets?) Wednesday October 18th, 2000 11:26:24 AM
Inside - as soon as the man has left, there is an upsurge of voices as everyone in the room seems to have something to say about the dark-clad stranger. "Take out? Take out?" The barman explodes and starts bellowing about the injustice of having to feed people for free, pounding his fist on the bar and snapping at his serving girls to get busy and take care of the patrons. Cherry sweeps past the table. "They've got him," she whispers urgently, glancing at the door. "But we don't know where." Outside - the man walks at a fast pace up the alley and takes a left out onto the street, and then, shortly after that - a right. The streets are slick and wet, and the mid-evening air is chilly. There's a few people out and about - but not many.
Figment Wednesday October 18th, 2000 2:39:23 PM
The mage frowns at the revelation from Cherry. He whispers "For how long have they had him?".
Milo d100=29 Wednesday October 18th, 2000 5:06:51 PM
Milo continues to follow the man in black, moving without a sound as he turns the corner. As Milo follows, he is still taking great care to stay just far enough away that he won't be noticed... yet close enough to keep on the man's tail. (OOC: Move Silently check looks good)
Dakar Wednesday October 18th, 2000 7:34:34 PM
"Is it possible he is in the prison as well now? Or are those who wear black headquartered elsewhere?" states the dwarf, in a quick, brusque tone.
Flueterflam Thursday October 19th, 2000 12:18:36 AM
The bard looks about the room, wondering what the sense of awe? horror? was about the figure. He proceeds to relax and get as comfortable as possible. He slowly closes his eyes and speaks quietly, "Wake me when something happens."
K'nara Thursday October 19th, 2000 5:46:26 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons nodded to Olana.
"He fits the description of Obsidian," she said softly to the ranger as they trailed Ingrge, who was trailing Milo, who was, himself, following the figure in black with the "take out" order, "Our contact says they lost track of the guy we have to talk to--the Tines here figure Obsidian may have nabbed him already."
Ingrge Thursday October 19th, 2000 8:02:40 AM
Every now and again Ingrge pauses looks up at a building as if to see where he is and then shaking his head continues on following.
Olana Thursday October 19th, 2000 10:36:46 AM
The elf nods, and pulls up her hood, wondering what the price is for an elf to be discovered wandering about untagged. As they move along, she keeps a good lookout for anything she might have to avoid.
Dakar Thursday October 19th, 2000 12:19:08 PM
The dwarf trudges over to Flueterflam. "Where did everyone go? One moment a man in black comes in... the next they've disappeared... astounding. Reckless, entirely reckless."
DM Jan (Stinking Hole and out on the Streets) Thursday October 19th, 2000 1:02:22 PM
Inside - Cherry estimates that the escapee dropped out of site about two days ago. "We have a look-out at the prison - so we know he's not back there. That's all we know." Frowning, she adds - "I noticed your friend leave - if she's gone after that man then you better get after and warn her. They're VERY dangerous."
Outside - the man with the munchies suddenly turns into a doorway on the left hand side of the street, puts down the tureen and seems to be fumbling with something for a moment. Then a crack of light appears beyond the door, which opens to admit him. He then enters, and closes it behind him, disappearing from site.
Shadrach Thursday October 19th, 2000 2:03:36 PM
Shad looked at Dakar. "She knows." To Cherry, "Do you know where these black men go when they're not terrorizing folk?"
Milo d100=15 d100=56 d20=1 Thursday October 19th, 2000 2:28:45 PM
Moving as silently as ever (15% on MS roll) Milo approaches the building that the man in black entered, examining the structure as thoroughly as possible from the outside. Then, stepping up to the door, he listens carefully (Oops 56% fails the DN roll) and not hearing a thing, silently curses the thickness of the door. Walking to the corner of the structure, the halfling pulls a piece of green chalk from his satchel, and makes a small mark on the cornerstone... a mark that resembles a talon. Then turning, he looks back the way he came to see if anyone, including his friends, is following him... (Aced my perception with a 1)
Ingrge Thursday October 19th, 2000 7:42:21 PM
Seeing where the man enters, Ingrge passes by that door going to the next building. Walking up to that door, he tentitively knocks on the door and then steps back out of the doorway. Holding the package in front of him he waits for someone to answer the door.
K'nara d20=8 Friday October 20th, 2000 6:23:03 AM
K'nara saw the figure in black stop and noted the hesitation before he was admitted to the building he stopped at.
"Keep an eye on things here, but keep out of sight," she ordered Olana, "If you can get to Milo and Ingrge, let them know that they can try to case the joint--you know, look the premises over?--but only from the OUTside...nobody goes in until I return with the others. Got that?" The woman warrior waited until the elven ranger acknowledged her command before beating hasty feet back to the Stinking Hole to get the others and lead them back here. (OOC: made a voluntary Perception check by 1.)
Figment Friday October 20th, 2000 11:13:13 AM
smiles at Cherry's warning. "It would appear we must find this guy, and the only apparent way I see is to scope these guys out. Otherwise it may take us too long to get things done - something that would not play in our favour. Don't worry about the warrior woman. It is him I would be more worried about - but we appreciate your warning and concern for sure. Let's see what she finds out. Then we'll act.".
Olana Friday October 20th, 2000 11:57:49 AM
The elf nods at K'Nara. Walking up the street, keeping to the shadows, she passes Milo, on his way back. "K'Nara's bringing the others," she mumbles, body language not acknowledging that she knows him. She then moves past the house toward Ingrge. "We must wait," she says in another whisper, before moving past and a little further up the street. There she looks for a hiding place in the gloom where she can see.
DM Jan (The Hole and the Street) Friday October 20th, 2000 12:18:25 PM
Inside - Cherry slips away to serve more tables but returns as soon as she is able, nodding at what Figment has to say and puzzling over Shad's question. "They have places all over. In fact there's one just round the co- " She is interrupted by another patron yelling an order, and leaves for the bar. With eyes flitting like a butterfly, one of the other patrons seems to be weighing up the value of Fluets purse against the bite of his dwarven collegue's axe.
Outside - Ingrge gets no reply to his knock on the door. The building he chose looks closed up for the night - a commercial dwelling perhaps rather than a house. Milo can also see that the building he's chosen to examine looks more like a small warehouse than a home. It's a two storey, like it's neighbour - with windows on the upper floor. The windows on this building are all shuttered however. There's the door onto the street - and one around the back that looks fortified. Although he can't hear anything coming from the interior - he notices a strange feature on the front door - a flat black plate with some kind of inset which bears the shape of a square with mitered corners. K'Nara makes it back to the Inn - although not before encountering two men stumbling down the street. "How about it, darlin'?" one of them calls, giving her a cheeky grin.
Figment Friday October 20th, 2000 3:13:38 PM
The mage eats whatever is left of his meal in anticiaption of K'Nara's return. He saves some of his drink to wash it all down. When finished he simply waits with the others for her return - and to see if Cherry has anything else she needs to say. When she somes back by, he asks here one last question. "If we find him, where should we take him? And where should we meet up with your group after we have what we need?".
Milo d100=12 Friday October 20th, 2000 7:24:13 PM
Approaching the door again, with utmost care, Milo carefully examines the portal for traps, mechanical or magical, paying special attention to the flat black plate, but not neglecting any part of the door, or its frame. (OOC: Rolled 12%, which is less than a quarter of what I need. Should have found either if they are present) Once his assessment is complete, he moves back to his waiting position in the shadows at the corner of the warehouse.
Ingrge Friday October 20th, 2000 7:49:22 PM
Looking around Ingrge looks for a likely close door that might appear to have someone up or at least some one at home. If he finds one he will head to that door and Knock again.
Flueterflam Saturday October 21st, 2000 3:19:34 AM
"Huh...?" Fluet jumps a little out of his short nap. He looks around tiredly acting a little confused. "oh, must've been a dream." With that,, the bard crosses his arms and keeps his eyes barely open while he thinks about what's going on.
Dakar Saturday October 21st, 2000 2:12:26 PM
The dwarf mutters to the bard, " The group went after the soldier in black, an almost fatal error I'm sure. I stayed here because I noticed them too lat, an ignorant move on my part."
Shadrach Saturday October 21st, 2000 10:27:10 PM
He muttered to Dakar,"You're not very good at sneaking anyway."
Flueterflam Sunday October 22nd, 2000 9:58:04 PM
"Hehehe..." Fluet snickers at Shad's comment. "So, what now?" the bard asks groggily.
K'nara d20=9 d20=4 Monday October 23rd, 2000 6:35:06 AM
The female fighter rolled her hazel eyes at being accosted by the two men. She sized them up, feeling fairly sure that she could just kick their butts and go on to get the rest of the Talons at the Stinking Hole, but some pinprick of wisdom urged her to override that impulse--she needed the whole group over at that warehouse as soon as possible. (OOC: made a Wisdom check by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!)
"Oh, my, the people here in the big city sure are friendly!" K'nara said in her best "girl from the boonies" accent. "D'ya think you have the time to let me buy you a drink from..." Here she pretended to look around, "...that there tavern..?" She squinted as though reading the sign was almost beyond her intelligence. "Theeeee...Stiiiiinkinnnnn...Hoooool?" Then the human bladesinger smiled again, starting to sashay towards the tavern in question.
Olana Monday October 23rd, 2000 10:29:03 AM
Olana settles in a doorway, watching Milo re-check the door, and Ingrge wandering along knocking on other doors along the street. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but while wondering what her fellow elf was up to, she runs a mental check of all her weapons.
DM Jan (The Hole and The Street) Monday October 23rd, 2000 10:42:33 AM
Inside - "Heated Cross by the river," whispers Cherry to Fluet, Figment, Dakar and Shad, before scurrying off to another table. "Oy!" shouts one of the patrons to Fluet. "Gonna sing another song?"
Outside - One of the two men "chatting up" K'Nara laughs aloud. "You'd have to pay US to go in there, love. You be careful now." With that they both stagger off down the street toward the centre of the City. K'Nara makes it back to the Inn without further ado. Milo's further examination of the door reveals no traps, and the only assumption that he can make about the plate - is that it might be some kind of lock mechanism, although the key would have to be a strange, vaguely oblong shape. About 5 doors down, Ingrge gets an answer to his knock on a door on the corner of a ramshackle building. An old man, bearing a lit candle stick answers the door. "Whaddya wan'?" he asks looking somewhat bewildered.
Dakar Monday October 23rd, 2000 12:04:40 PM
The stout dwarf turns to Shadrach. "This is true. I do tend to jingle a bit too much. But I generally rely on silencing my enemies by filling their tongues with steel." The painmonger smiles adn acknowledges Cherry's suggestion. "I Still think we should wait here for the rest to return."
Figment Monday October 23rd, 2000 2:44:48 PM
"And wait we shall my noisy but effective friend. We have no idea where to go until we hear back from the warrior woman anyway - but I'd say we'd better wrap it up.". The mage pulls out payment for the food with a healthy tip for Cherry and the barkeep.
Ingrge Monday October 23rd, 2000 8:08:01 PM
Oh , thank you kind sir for opening the door on such a late evening, but my master said i was to take this package to the address just 5 doors down (pointing) and though I've knocked there is no answer. Can you tell me what the name of the person or persons who live there and whether they still do or if by chance they have moved?
Shadrach Monday October 23rd, 2000 8:51:22 PM
"Well, we're not supposed to go there til afterward, anyway. In MY opinion," Shad pulled out money for his food, "it's the singing that throws off the whole stealth attempt."
Milo d20=16 d100=4 Monday October 23rd, 2000 9:31:26 PM
Returning to his post... Milo looks up and down the street... Tries to see and hear what Ingrge is doing and saying, but to no avail. Looking over to where Olana is, he catches her eye before smiling and waving, and then before her very eyes, the halfling appears to become one with the shadow next to the building. (OOC: Check out my Hide in Shadows roll... 04... whoo hoo!) He sits, and patiently awaits the cavalry.
K'nara Tuesday October 24th, 2000 5:58:29 AM
Smirking, K'nara re-entered the Stinking Hole and made her way to Shadrach as he was paying for his food.
"We must join the others." she said firmly, then produced the coinage for the ale she'd drank and added it to Shad's payment. She crooked a finger to Fluet and gave the high sign to Figment and Dakar, glancing pointedly at the exit. Then the human bladesinger walked out to await the others, that she may lead them to the warehouse they suspected of being Obsidian's hiding place.
Olana Tuesday October 24th, 2000 10:46:56 AM
Olana nodded slightly to Milo, and gave herself a smile as he seemed to blend in with the gloom. Then she went back to keeping an eye on Ingrge, just in case there was any trouble.
DM Jan (The Hole and The Streets) Tuesday October 24th, 2000 11:00:40 AM
Inside - the beligerence of the bar tender disappears as he sees the size of Figment's tip, and he becomes fairly effusive with his "thank you Sirs". "Good luck," mutters Cherry quietly, as K'Nara gathers the others to leave.
Outside - as Milo and Olana keep watch, it begins to drizzle rain again. All is quiet except for what's going on at an open door a little up the street. The man at the door peers at Ingrge. "That's Obsidian," he hisses before firing a huge wad of spittle at the ground between them. Peering beyond Ingrge out of the door, he then continues - "And you tell them. You tell them to stop their racket. Can't hear it up here - but I live in the basement, and I can hear it down there. All manner o' howling. You tell 'em someone's trying to get some sleep." But then he adds, "Don't tell 'em I said so though - oh no - not me," and with that he steps back and slams the door.
Daka rthe painmonger Tuesday October 24th, 2000 11:25:08 AM
Hefting his axe to a shoulder with a smile, Dakar wastes no time in moving to the exit with K'nara. "So, wasn't sneaky enough before but now ye NEED the Dwarf do ye? Well, we'll see who's first to be brought next time."
Shadrach Tuesday October 24th, 2000 2:48:08 PM
He rose eagerly, ready to finish the task they'd come for and stop all the sneaking. Shad chuckled and said, "No problem! You go in the front, singing and clanging, and I'll be behind you all the way!"
Figment d20=15 Tuesday October 24th, 2000 6:14:44 PM
The mage smiles at the barkeep and offers "Don't worry, my friend, things are not always so dark as they seem. Good evening.". After he exits with the others the mage says to K'Nara "The dark ones have had our man 2 1/2 days. He has not been seen for since so I suspect they have him hidden somewhere close (Int). The network would have seen him if they had taken him across the city. I would say your quarry may know his location. We are to take him to "Heated Cross by the river" when we have him - whereever that is.". After he gives the info to K'Nara he falls into step and prepares for action.
Ingrge Tuesday October 24th, 2000 6:59:43 PM
nodding and bobbing his head as the gentleman spews his tirade, Ingrge tries to get a word in edgewise and is unable until right at the end. And then just as he is about to speak the man shuts the door in his face. With a slight grin, he saunters over to where Olanna waits and squats down. I suppose you have orders for us AND me to stay here and Wait?
Flueterflam d20=2 Tuesday October 24th, 2000 10:38:05 PM
Fluet tries to think if the "Heated Cross by the river" rings a bell. (made int by a mile) While he tries to think he gets up and follows the others. As he walks out the door, "sing your own self a song."
Milo Tuesday October 24th, 2000 11:53:24 PM
Resting up against the side of the warehouse, concealed in the shadows, Milo considers his options in this conflict. Ultimately, considering the strength of the warriors in his group, the halfling makes sure that the vial he is handling is tightly sealed before carefully wrapping it within his clothes in his pack. Slowly drawing his short sword from its scabbard Milo examines the blade in the dark thoughtfully.
K'nara d20=3 Wednesday October 25th, 2000 6:59:49 AM
K'nara had to smile at the dwarf's grousing and Shadrach's comment regarding it.
"Let's see if you can be swift and silent now, eh, Dakar?" she said. "Follow me--this way..." The warrior woman's hazel eyes flickered at the mention of the Heated Cross.
"I...know the place." she told Figment with a nod as she led the others to the street she'd last seen the other half of the Emerald Talons. "It should be fairly secure...as long as we get our man over there in one piece." Once there, the female fighter's gaze swept the street and saw Olana and Ingrge off to one side. Quickly she joined them.
"Where's Milo?" she asked in a low voice, not readily seeing the little rogue. "And has anyone spotted the best way to sneak into that place..?"
Olana Wednesday October 25th, 2000 11:22:51 AM
Olana gives Ingrge a wry grin. "Yeah we all gotta 'follow orders'," she mutters with uncharacteristic sarcasm. When the others arrive and K'Nara ask about Milo, Olana points to where she last saw him. "As for getting in, it looks pretty secure to me - although Milo had a better look."
DM Jan (Out on the Street) Wednesday October 25th, 2000 11:40:01 AM
The drizzling rain stops as the party is reunited a little distance away from the dark, sturdy building. The building itself seems very secure and unpenetrable - unless of course someone has a key? (As for the Heated Cross Inn - both K'Nara and Fluet remember the place - they went there after being summoned by Parnoth, right before "Modo the Hunchback" led everyone to meet with the Tines. It's a few blocks north east, near the river.)
Ingrge d20=13 Wednesday October 25th, 2000 6:19:20 PM
Well It is a definite confirmation that the Obsidion are in that Building and from what their neighbor says there is a good deal of inquisition happening in the basement. Lots of screaming and cursing etc. (made Int roll by three) When I looked at the door I noticed a strange looking keyhole, type, mechanism that seems to need a specially shaped key. I was thinking I had seen the shape before and seeing our fearless leader arrive jogged my memory. Its just a guess mind you, but K'narra, Do you dtill have that stone we were given? If so, May I see it? If shown the stone Ingrge will make a comparison to see if they seem to be compatible.
Shadrach Wednesday October 25th, 2000 8:01:36 PM
Shad stroked his chin. "The waitress said that there are lots of those little Obsidian boltholes in the city. We can bust in, look for maps or info, maybe grab one Obsidian and take off before the others react. I'll bet gold there's magical alarms in those places. Remember how much Parnath likes to keep tabs on his employees?" Shad seemed bitter.
Dakar Thursday October 26th, 2000 3:09:01 AM
"Heh... unlocking a lock with a rock? That's the most ridiculous thing I've seen by Domi's beard..." The dwarf shakes his head. "Next thing they'll be halfling wizards and gnome paladins running around."
K'nara Thursday October 26th, 2000 5:56:48 AM
Blinking, K'nara rummaged through her belt pouch and found the stone that she had accepted from the young elves the Talons had encountered on their way to Emerald City.
"Here..." she handed the beveled piece to Ingrge and eyed the elf as he examined it, "...do you think it will do the trick?"
Figment Thursday October 26th, 2000 8:46:07 AM
The mage smiles at Ingrge's insight. "Well done, my friend. It might actually work. I would say based on your information that our quarry may be in there as he has not been seen since his detainment. Looks to me that this is about as good a time as any to get this done. Dark, cold, and rainy. Fewer people out and plently of noise to conceal any we might make.". The mage stands ready for the assault. He prepares to cast.
Flueterflam Thursday October 26th, 2000 8:48:15 AM
The bard becommes impatient. Just standing around, not quite sure where to go and what to do next. "Are you sure Shad? From what everyone seems to think, it won't be that easy getting in. Although, maybe we'll be lucky and they'll turn out to be common thugs with a fearful name tacked on."
Olana Thursday October 26th, 2000 10:57:47 AM
Olana raised an eyebrow at Ingrge's information. "Well if that's who we're after, why are they torturing him? I mean why not just throw him back in jail? Seems a waste of resources if you ask me," she says matter of factly, unconcerned about the plight of the victim. Her eyes flit amongst the others, figuring out the possible odds, and then she nods to herself. "Well - if we're going to do something... I agree with Figment - now could be good."
DM Jan (Obsidian) Thursday October 26th, 2000 11:10:09 AM
Ingrge places the rock - given to them by the kiddie orphan elves - against the plate on the door. For a second, nothing happens, and then - the plate glows a dull colour of red. Without a sound, the door swings open. From the doorway, some things are apparent. There is a lit hallway - with stairs leading downward straight ahead. To the right - along the wall, is a closed door. At this moment - there are no sounds coming from the interior.
Figment Thursday October 26th, 2000 11:16:49 AM
The mage whispers "I bet they're eating in that room. Let's go down the stairs and see if we can get in and out without being discovered.". The mage waits and follows the warriors down the stairs - or wherever else they may decide to go.
Flueterflam Thursday October 26th, 2000 9:02:46 PM
"Safety in numbers...right?" Fluet sounds rather unsure about entering the place. "Well, let's hurry up. The long the wait, the less the willingness."
Shadrach Thursday October 26th, 2000 11:38:52 PM
"Good thought," whispered Shad. "The leaders and prisoners are usually in the safest area. Listen, I have a silence spell ready. If somebody wants to cause a ruckus quiet-like, give me a sign." Shad will advance down the stairs near the front or to the rear of the party.
Dakar Friday October 27th, 2000 12:15:10 AM
"Right" whispers the dwarf. "I'll take point I suppose... since I can take the brunt of hits and all... It is a good day to die."
He trundles down tha hall way as quietly as is possible
K'nara d20=19 d20=5 Friday October 27th, 2000 6:12:05 AM
(OOC: made a "to hit" roll & then a Strength check.)
K'nara's hand shot out and grabbed ahold of the topmost spike on Dakar's head, staying the dwarf's progress for a moment.
"HOLD it a second!" she whispered fiercely. "Let Milo go to the door first, so he can listen...THEN follow him as quietly as you can. We gotta give him a chance to listen for anyone..." After saying this, the tall human let go of Dakar.
"Fluet, you're with me...we'll go to those stairs and try to hear anything from downstairs..." K'nara ordered, "Shad and Ingrge, then Figment and Olana to bring up the rear, okay? Let's do this as quickly and quietly as possible..." With this last order, the bladesinger reached behind her right shoulder and unsheathed her sword, then proceeded to step as lightly as possible down the hallway after Milo and Dakar had gone.
Olana Friday October 27th, 2000 10:40:03 AM
Olana nods at K'Nara's suggestion, staying to the rear and keeping her eye on the street. She looks for something to jam the door open just in case they need a fast exit.
Dakar Friday October 27th, 2000 5:03:48 PM
grumbling softly the Painmonger agrees to do as K'nara suggests... He appears anxious, almost nervously so, but there's a glimmer behind his eyes that's reminiscent of anticipation.
Ingrge Friday October 27th, 2000 7:46:47 PM
With a small grin back at the others as he hears the click of a lock and the door pops open. As K'narra issues orders, Ingrge nods and with a glance over to Shad steps aside to let the others pass.
Milo d100=36 d100=46 d100=51 Friday October 27th, 2000 11:53:38 PM
Hearing his name, Milo snaps out of his reverie and into focus. Moving swiftly and silently from the darkness of the alleyway, the halfling moves quickly through the doorway, and passes Dakar, laying his short sword blade on his own shoulder and giving the dwarf a friendly wink. As silent as ever he was, (OOC: 36% on MS roll) and moving quickly, the halfling goes so far as a quarter of the way down the stairs, but finds it difficult to hear anything distinct over the sound of armor and weapons jingling behind him. He has no better luck at the door, and makes a gesture that indicates as such, points to the door, then the stairs... and shrugs his shoulders, as if to ask which way they'd prefer to start.
DM Jan (Obsidian) Saturday October 28th, 2000 8:26:22 PM
As the party moves inside quietly - there is a strangled "Aaaargh!!" sound - somewhat muffled, coming from down the stairs. Right after this, someone starts talking behind the door to the right - again, it's muffled and someone would have to put their ear right up to the door to attempt to hear what is being said behind it.
K'nara Monday October 30th, 2000 6:20:19 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons bit her lip--it was clear Milo couldn't hear anything from behind the door even as the sound from downstairs indicated somebody down there who wasn't getting treated the way most would prefer. But going downstairs without peeking into the area beyond that closed door would be folly...
K'nara gestured to Milo then pointed to the door. She lifted a hand to "shade" her eyes, pointed to the door again and then lifted a finger to her lips as though shushing the halfling. The female fighter hoped Milo would be able to get her meaning.
Milo d100=77 d100=60 Monday October 30th, 2000 10:54:39 AM
Gesturing to K'nara with his thumb up, Milo turns to the door, and listens again for a moment. Still not being able to make out the sounds on the other side, he silently grabs the handle, and attempts to open the door just a crack so he can get a look at what is inside.
DM Jan (Obsidian) Monday October 30th, 2000 11:25:35 AM
Milo does indeed manage to open the door very slightly - and hears this snippet of a longer conversation. "So he hasn't broken yet?" "Nope. Stubborn as a mule." "I wonder why he's holding back?" ::eating sounds:: "Dunno - man like that - I'd have thought he'd have sold his own brother." "Strange. Still - we HAVE to find out how he got out of jail. Parnoth wants to know how his impenetrable prison just got penetrable. And if we don't find out... well, you know what the consequences will be." "Don't remind me. Okay - well, I'll just finish this, and then go down and see how it's going. I think he has a couple of fingernails left. If not I'll start on his teeth." ::more eating sounds::
Figment Monday October 30th, 2000 2:25:53 PM
The mage waits until Milo closes the door and whispers to K'Nara "I would suggest we go get our quarry now and fight our way out only if we are forced to. I think we have the firepower to take them if need be. I would suggest we hurry...". He stands ready to cast.
Flueterflam Monday October 30th, 2000 4:57:58 PM
The bard stays behind K'nara. He anxiously awaits the decision to be made. Fluet appears tired and nervous, but keeps quiet.
Dakar Monday October 30th, 2000 8:10:58 PM
The berserking priest merely twists his face into a snarl as the door closes. The anger can be seen boiling in his veins, almost radiating off of him in palpable heat... He drops his shoulders and softly begins mumbling something under his breath.
K'nara Tuesday October 31st, 2000 6:31:37 AM
"Noted, Figment," K'nara replied to the wizard in an equally soft voice, nodding, "But I'd rather us take out these guys up here first and then go down to where they have their...guest accommodations. I don't want our only known way out blocked." Here the dancing hazel eyes of the human bladesinger fell upon the battlerager of the party.
"A Silence spell on this doorway would keep any others downstairs from hearing us as we acquaint these agents of the Green One with the effectiveness of Dakar's brand of combat..." The grin on the warrior woman's face was fairly wolfish. "...does anybody cast such a spell? If so, cast it. If not, we rush in on the count of three..."
Olana Tuesday October 31st, 2000 11:12:22 AM
Olana listens hard as Milo opens the door a little - trying to figure out how many people are beyond it from the sounds within. She then moves to the right side of the door, and makes sure she can easily slide her sword from its scabbard.
DM Jan (Obsidian) d100=17 Tuesday October 31st, 2000 11:23:11 AM
More groaning sounds come from the cellar. Behind the door on the right, someone says - "Hey - you hear that?"
Milo Tuesday October 31st, 2000 11:31:57 AM
Milo flattens himself out on the side of the door so as not to be noticed when it is opened, then he readies his short sword, and looks at Dakar expectantly...
Figment Tuesday October 31st, 2000 11:55:10 AM
The mage whispers back to K'Nara in resignation, "I have no such spell - but I can cast my web spell into the room there and hold those guys before they see us. Just give the word and I'll do it.". If the warrior woman says yes he moves quickly to the door and begins to cast, motioning Milo to open it back at the correct moment - and blasts them.
Shadrach Tuesday October 31st, 2000 12:54:24 PM
Shad wondered if K'Nara was going senile. It had only been two minutes since he offered, hadn't it? Shrugging, the priest began to pray, concentrating his spell onthe door to the right.
Shadrach Tuesday October 31st, 2000 12:55:28 PM
((OOC: That would be the Silence spell.))
Dakar the Painmonger d20=17 d20=9 d10+6=8 Tuesday October 31st, 2000 1:32:08 PM
Bellowing with silent rage as he charges through the door, Dakar acquaints the one nearest the door to the taste of his blade (AC -2, AC 6) biting into his flesh. The words flow forth from the vindicators lips as he enters his berserking song. The fury of Domi is unleashed upon those who would perform torture on the innocent.
Ingrge 2d4(2+4)+1=7 Tuesday October 31st, 2000 8:35:55 PM
Before he can get out any kind of word, Dakar busts past hitting the door with his shoulder and almost running down the little halfling. With a sigh directed at K'narra and a shrug of his shoulders, Ingrge steps through the door after Dakar and lets fly with a magic missile at the nearest opponent on the left.(8 points)
K'nara Wednesday November 1st, 2000 6:24:42 AM Hackenslashin' battleragers!!! K'nara thought to herself, rolling her eyes and following the overzealous dwarf warrior-priest as he enthusiastically engaged...whomever it was in the room in his unique brand of combat. She held back from immediately attacking, wishing to see who and/or what was in the room first.
Olana d20=7 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 11:58:25 AM
With as nasty laugh, the elf turns on Shad's opponant. As to why the other had run off like that - she had no idea, but this was getting good. Overconfidence and the new armour letting her miss, she squares up for another blow.
Shadrach d20+3=5 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 12:07:31 PM
"Ah bless it!" Shad yiped as he got stuck, and tried to riposte, swinging heavily and missing (AC13). He grinned weakly at Olana as she joined him.
DM Jan (Obsidian) d20=2 d20+1=3 d20+1=11 d20+1=4 d6=5 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 12:37:43 PM
The bolter goes down with a THUD after a meeting with Dakar's axe.
Figment's bolts of energy go whistling out into the corridor, hitting the first man up the stairs and flinging him against the wall. The man's clothes throw off smoke and he yells - "Get him!" - while recovering from the blow.
Ingrge's staff find's his opponant's skull, which cracks like an egg, and the man falls to the floor.
Milo manages to sneak and hide by the door into the corridor.
K'Nara discovers the answer to the question - "What has six legs and goes WOOF?" as her sword spectactularly ignites the web - and the three helpless men start screaming.
Olana and Shad do a fancy dance around their man, who manages to avoid their blows with some fancy footwork.
Out in the corridor, Fluet's carefully planned backstab (x3 modifier) hits the last man up the stairs, who falls back with a whump whump whump, until he hits the bottom - lifeless.
Obsidian retaliate -
6 in the room are now dead. 3 are on fire. 1 is still gamely battling on, missing Shad narrowly with his blade.
Out of the four others who arrive up the stairs -
1 is dead. 1 is wounded but recovering to fight the next round. 2 are rushing into the room in a battle charge along with the cry of aaaaaaaaaargh - attacking Figment who gets hit for 5 damage as one of the blades makes it's mark.
Smoke is now rising from the web. There's an awful gagging burning smell and it's getting hard to see.
Figment d4+1=4 d4+1=2 d4+1=4 d4+1=2 d4+1=3 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 12:50:52 PM
The mage whirls into action as the two new swordsmen attack, thinking how much magic he is having to expend in this fight. He fires 3 more missles at the same guy he hit the first time - hopefully finishing him off before having to deal with the two new threats. He refrains from calling to Dakar for help so as to not compromise Milo's backstab efforts. (11 Dmg Note: all damage rolls of 1 are to be rerolled - or at least that used to be Jerry's rule. 2 roll above were 1s.).
Flueterflam d20=5 d20=20 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 1:17:43 PM
The bard heaves a sigh of relief now that he doesn't need to hold his breath. Despite his pounding heart, he runs down the stairs the retrieve his dagger from the dead guy. (voluntary dex for the stairs) Luckily, in his somewhat frantic state, his is able not to trip. Being down by the door now, Fluet hopes that everyone can handle themselves. He cracks the door open a bit to see if anyone is in the room. Through the crack, he is not able to make out anything. (voluntary per, failed)
Dakar d20=16 d20=18 d10+6=11 d10+6=14 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 3:44:43 PM
Dakar has the two new entrants taste his steel as he cuts deeply into one, and then, spinning his axe head, circles around and delivers a vicious chop to the second. The dwarves bellows cut through the smoke and ash, and they seem to have taken on a primal, inhuman quality. His face is wild, and flecks of blood stain his clothes and bear. The butcher has taken over and the bellows have become a deep passionate battle song.
Milo d20+4=20 d6+1=2 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 7:06:11 PM
As the men charge into the room to be met by Dakar, Milo whirls to face their backs and promptly buries his short sword (OOC: AC-2 for 6 damage) in one of their backs.
Ingrge d20=18 d20=10 d4=2 d4=4 Wednesday November 8th, 2000 7:36:59 PM
Ingrge watches for a moment with a grim satisfaction as his opponent's head splits open from his staff strike. With a deft movement Ingrge reaches for his bandolier of daggers and with a practiced move throws his two magic daggers at Shad's opponent (hitting AC -5 & AC 3 for a total of 10 points of damage) and watches with glee as they immediately remove themselves from their target and return to the bandolier.
K'nara d20+4=16 d20+4=11 d8+4=11 d8+4=9 Thursday November 9th, 2000 6:24:13 AM
"Cover Figment!" bellowed the warrior woman as she struck at her burning foes in an effort to dispatch them as quickly as possible. (OOC: first blow hits AC-2 for 11hp damage; second blow hits AC 3 for 9hp damage.)
Olana d20=14 d6+1=3 Thursday November 9th, 2000 10:56:49 AM
Avoiding the man's sword swipe, Olana dips and thrusts her own blade toward him, smiling grimly when it hits home. Glancing around she reckoned it was time to leave this room because of the flames.
DM Jan (Obsidian) d20+1=20 d6+1=4 d4=4 Thursday November 9th, 2000 12:01:04 PM
Figment's attack howls toward the man shouting at the top of the stairs, hitting him hard. He slides lifeless to the ground in a smouldering heap.
Dakar attends to the two rushing Figment, chopping away like a madman, and when Milo leaps up, embedding his own weapon into the one nearest - that man crumples in a heap.
Combined attacks on Shad's opponent, render him somewhat dead with a terror-striken look on his face.
K'Nara attempts to finish off those in the web. One of them - her first hit - is sort of sat there burning away and has stopped screaming. The second has staggered away alight, but falls when she delivers another blow. One of them is still screaming and flailing about - now free of the web and moving erratically about the room.
The fire is now licking at the wooden floorboards.
Downstairs - Fluet will have to open the door wide to see inside, but he can hear a low moan coming from within.
Obsidian retaliate -
9 of the ten men in the room are now dead. 1 flails around in his death throes - completely on fire - K'Nara - roll under you dex to avoid 4 fire damage.
3 of the 4 men from downstairs are dead. 1 is wounded and still in melee counterattacking Dakar, swinging at the dwarf killing machine with his longsword, hitting home for 4 damage.
Dakar the Painmonger d20=17 d10+6=15 Thursday November 9th, 2000 12:05:24 PM
He snarls at the pain, now havinng become a quite feral creature. He knees his opponent in the stomach, causing them to double over, before bringing the axe down for what he hopes will be a final death blow (AC -2, 15 damage). The song of fury continues uninterrupted, and he quickly turns in place, his eyes glowing wild and bright, and his very presence seeming to be filled with the strength of rage.
Figment d20=11 Thursday November 9th, 2000 12:39:00 PM
The mage races over the the fallen leader of the Obsidian and yanks off his rings. He also pulls his blades out and leaves them for anyone who might want a soveigneer "We'd better not dally, I think a fire will garner a lot of attention.". The mage scans the fallen for anything that might appear magical (Int by 7) or worth grabbing. He also rifles through the effects of the leader looking for maps, orders, etc.
Ingrge Thursday November 9th, 2000 6:21:51 PM
With a quick glance around, Ingrge ses that the fighting is well under hand and quickly assists with the removal of any valuables and weapons that are not owned by members of the party and helps Shad get them out of the room. As Shad grabs the eye ring Ingrge says' "be careful of that one my friend, I don't think your scarf will protect you from it."
Milo Thursday November 9th, 2000 7:48:47 PM
Seeing the fire getting dangerously close to catching the building on fire, Milo drops his backpack, and pulls the thick winter blanket that he has strapped to the bottom, rolled up like a bedroll. Moving quickly, Milo throws the winter blanket over the flames, and begins beating them out furiously.
Shadrach d20+3=5 Friday November 10th, 2000 12:58:06 AM
Shad looked puzzledly at Ingrge, leaving him and Figment to their looting. He ran over to back up Dakar and missed completely again.
K'nara d20=1 d20=17 Friday November 10th, 2000 6:46:59 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons danced out of the way of the figure in flames and over to the door, where Figment and Ingrge were quickly divesting the agents of Parnoth of those items which they would never be needing again.
"Aye, mage--you, Fluet and Ingrge go search the lower level for the person we came here for...the rest of us will tend to the fire and these others left up here..." she ordered, then held up her sword, "Lucia!" K'nara sheathed her now-extinguished blade, then went to help the halfling put out the fire by going back to the dinner table, yanking off the table cloth and throwing it over the dying man lurching around the room, slapping the fire out none too gently.
(OOC: made the Dexterity check; rolled to hit AC-1.)
Olana Friday November 10th, 2000 10:25:11 AM
"I'll go and keep watch at the door," said the elf, picking up a spare longsword and wrinkling her nose at the smoke. Standing by the main door - she'll wait till the fire's out before she opens it, and has a peek outside.
DM Jan (Emerald Talons 14 Obsidian 0) Friday November 10th, 2000 10:44:04 AM
With a final whack from Dakar, the man falls to the ground, slipping past Shad's trident.
As weapons and rings are hurriedly collected by Figment, Ingrge and Olana, Figment is aware that "some" of the weapons appear magical - the jewelry most certainly. The rings will need identifying. Did that one holding the green eye just blink at him while he was taking it off? Maybe it was just a trick of the light. No sign of any maps or orders. Milo's "put out the fire" stamping dance does it's job, and the flames - deprived of oxygen, shrink to nothing. K'Nara has similar success with the now dead burning warrior.
Down below, the low moan of someone in pain continues.
When Olana looks out - she'll see that all is quiet for the moment, although there are thin curls of smoke escaping from cracks in the walls and window casings.
Figment d20=12 Friday November 10th, 2000 11:24:17 AM
The mage realizes that the green dragon ring is most likely a scrying device and stashes it under the dead leader immediately - hoping that the dragon did not get a good look at who is in the room with him. Although, he knows it's probably too late. "We are going to have company very soon. Lets get scarce - and no more talking in here! We're being watched!".
Dakar the painmonger d8=5 Friday November 10th, 2000 1:28:29 PM
His bretahing is scarce and shallow as the dwarf begins to wipe the blood of the fallen off himself. It is only then that he realizes that he has taken numerous wounds in the short combat. A quick incantation later and the largest of the wounds heals (I think I have another 5 hp of damage left). He remains oddly silent for a few moments, before finally rousing himself to a state in which he can understand and comply with Figment's suggestions.
Ingrge Friday November 10th, 2000 6:12:28 PM
Sketching a playful salute to his group leader Ingrge finishes with his pile and with a nod toward Figment, rumages through his pouches and asks, Well shall we? It seems the mages have become expendable. How are you on spells? I have a few left, so when we go in you go in low and left and I'll go in to the right. I will cast a sleep spell on any enemies I see and we go from there all right? Almost without waiting for an answer, Ingrge is out the door and finally seems to find what he is looking for passes a small flask to Dakar as he passes. Drink what you need and save the rest there are three doses in there. With that he heads down the stairs trying to step over the bodies without to much more noise.
Milo d100=3 Saturday November 11th, 2000 2:14:36 AM
Watching Ingrge move quickly out the door, Milo turns, and snatching his backpack (though leaving his blanket) he straps it on as he is moving to catch up with his friend. As he moves up behind Ingrge, he does so with absolute silence... (OOC: Nailed my Move Silently roll again) and draws his short sword, following him, ready for action.
Shadrach d8=3 Saturday November 11th, 2000 9:47:13 PM
Shad sighed, wishing he'd been more use. The fire was out and although everyone had gotten nicked, nobody looked too bad. He cast a Cure Light Wounds spell, in case trouble showed up quick.(C3)
K'nara Sunday November 12th, 2000 1:46:51 AM
Upon hearing Figment's words, the human bladesinger wasted no more time since the fires were out--she simply went down the stairs, looking and listening for any clues to where the men who'd come up the stairs had come from...and seeing Fluet paused at a door.
"Quickly, bard!" she whispers fiercely. "We might be having unwanted company soon!"
Flueterflam d20=3 d20=20 d4=1 d20=2 Sunday November 12th, 2000 11:24:32 PM
Hearing K'nara yell, Fluet turns around, nods his head, then moves back about a step and a half. With a solid blow, he side kicks the door open. (str check) With knife in hand, the bard runs in after a second of effect after kicking the door. If the bard sees any more Obsidian looking people, he runs full force at the guy and, using two hands, stabs his dagger into the brunt of that man. (Natural 20!! hmm, but only 1hp damage) But, if no one is there, Fluet searches quickly for where the moaning is coming from. (voluntary per passed)
Olana Monday November 13th, 2000 11:41:30 AM
Staying by the door, the elf hisses - "Make it fast! It's quiet out there now, but someone might see the smoke." She'll stay guard there unless fighting sounds suggest otherwise.
DM Jan (Obsidian) Monday November 13th, 2000 11:48:54 AM
The strange eye ring is tucked back under the dead leader, and the fires have gone out. Down below - Fluet bursts into the room beyond the door. Inside is what looks like a man strapped to a table. He seems concious but only just. Fortunately - there is no one else in there. Outside - the streets are still quiet.
Dakar the painmonger d8=1 d8=8 Monday November 13th, 2000 11:55:35 AM
Dakar chants again, returning to a far more passive state than he was moments ago (rerolled the 1 on cure light wounds, got 8 points). He hands the proferred potion back stating "I rely more on my faith to act as healer."
Figment Monday November 13th, 2000 1:55:32 PM
The mage finishes his search and quickly looks around the room for anything that might be of interest - a desk w/ drawers, papers, a scroll, etc. If he sees anything he grabs it for later perusal as he moves to the outside door and waits for the others to procure their quarry. He looks out the door and down the street in all directions for any sign of activity.
Shadrach Monday November 13th, 2000 6:07:54 PM
He went to the stairs, waiting to help the others.
Milo d100=40 Monday November 13th, 2000 7:22:56 PM
Moving quietly halfway down the stairs, Milo stops for a second to hold his breath as Fluet kicks the door in. Then seeing there is no trouble, the halfing turns on his step, and heads back up... stopping to speak to K'nara for a moment, "I'll keep watch on the outside... I'll, bang on the door if I see trouble." Milo then makes his way outside, and disappears into the shadows at its base, silently watching the street. (OOC: Passed my Hide in Shadows roll 40%)
Flueterflam Monday November 13th, 2000 8:04:43 PM
The bard runs towards the barely conscious man. He begins to unstrap the man. Quietly, so the man will not be startled, "We're here to help. Are you ok? I'm with people who can heal you.(hopefully)" If the man appears to be slipping into unconsciousness, Fluet lightly slaps his face to wake him back up.
Ingrge Monday November 13th, 2000 8:26:21 PM
Seeing Fluet charge by him and kick the door in Ingrge turns back around and while everyone is focussed on the downstairs door slips back into the other room and with a rag wrapped around his hand, he slips his hand under the dead body and wraps the rag around the eye-ring, removes it, ties it in the rag, and places it in to an empty pouch. When finished Ingrge wraps up all the other items in a cloak and joins the others in the hall.
K'nara Tuesday November 14th, 2000 6:38:16 AM
The warrior woman looked around in the hallway, trying to see if there were any other doors or exits besides the way the Emerald Talons came in.
Olana Tuesday November 14th, 2000 11:30:41 AM
Watching Milo move outside into guard position, the elf slips back inside and down the stairs. She grins at Fluet as he slaps the man around, then says - "We need him to be quiet." Helping to untie the man quickly, she pulls him roughly off the table. "On your feet, and don't make a sound," she growls.
Dakar the Painmonger d8=1 d8=7 Tuesday November 14th, 2000 11:31:55 AM
Dakar is the last to leave the room, still settling from the combat. He goes to join Fluet and looks over the man's industries. "Oath-breakers all." the dwarf spits "May they find no welcome in the arms of Gargul for these crimes." Quickly chanting in dwarvish he lays a hand on the captor (rerolled 1, got 7 points of healing). "That should stabalize him, but we need to move quickly."
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Tuesday November 14th, 2000 11:51:01 AM
As Dakar and Shad are occupied with various healing spells, Ingrge procures the strange ring from beneath the dead leader's body, and bundles the weapons together.
K'Nara notices that the dark corridor goes a little ways beyond the stairwell and ends in a door. There are no sounds coming from beyond it. An earlier perusal of the building on the outside suggested a building of some size - like a warehouse - with two storeys - and a rear door, so it's conceivable that there are more rooms to explore.
Figment is unable to find anything else of interest.
As Fluet unties the man, he stirs a little - until a slap brings him concious. "Get me outta here - get me outta here," he croaks. Fluet can see that the man looks in his thirties, is extremely unkempt and smells like a garbage dump. His watery grey eyes flit toward the bard mistrustfully. When Olana arrives, the man narrows his eyes at what she says, but shuts up. When his feet hit the floor he hisses in pain. With no prompting, he begins to shuffle to the door, obviously eager to be away.
Outside, both Fig and Milo see men on horseback ride past the end of the street. Luckily the smoke has dissipated. Milo is close enough to see that the men are wearing guards uniforms like those at the main gate. Maybe it's the night watch or something.
Figment Tuesday November 14th, 2000 2:33:47 PM
The mage sighs in relief as the guards move by. "That was close. I'm glad to see the dragon hasn't activated his forces yet. I hope leaving that green dragon ring here will break any chance that he can track us. But I'm sure we'd better hurry.". The mage pops his head in the door and says "Hurry guys, one contingent has already came by. We'd better leave right now.".
Shadrach Tuesday November 14th, 2000 3:30:58 PM
"Green dragon ring? Probably the same as the amulets he gave us originally. With them, he could hear us, see us, and do magic through them." Shadrach prepared to move out into the streets. Then he whispered to the others, "We can't be sure there aren't more spy magic on that jewelry. I suggest we keep it covered and watch what we say. It would be better if we left that junk someplace other than where we go with our friend."
Milo Tuesday November 14th, 2000 7:52:52 PM
Coiled to spring from his perch at the base of the door, Milo nods and winks his acknowledgement of Figment's statements, and then turns his head, and keeps his watch steady until everyone has vacated the building.
Ingrge d20=15 Tuesday November 14th, 2000 8:50:38 PM
(failed Wis roll) Listening to those around him comment about the ring, Ingrge thinks about saying something, but seeing as it is wrapped in a dirty cloth and burried deep in his back pack, he figures that it is safe for the time being and says nothing about it.
K'nara Wednesday November 15th, 2000 6:31:25 AM
"Anybody got a spare cloak or something for this guy..?" K'nara asked as she returned to the main body of the party members. "Let's get this guy covered and get the hell outta here." She waited long enough for someone to produce a cloak for their rescuee and then led the party back out to rendezvous with Milo for his observations.
The sooner we get our butts back to the Heated Cross, the better... the female fighter thought to herself, intending to lead the party there as soon as Milo gave them the "all clear."
Olana Wednesday November 15th, 2000 10:34:17 AM
Olana narrowed unusually cold eyes, shoving the man along. "Move it, rivvil(lang.drow = human)," she muttered. There was no way he was getting her cloak - even the sewers smelled better than he did.
DM Jan (The rescue Part 1) Wednesday November 15th, 2000 10:46:49 AM
The man is able to walk a little better after Dakar's spell, and makes the stairs fairly quickly, his eyes shifting between the rest of the party as he arrives at the front door. "Get me outta here," he repeats before going into a coughing fit. Outside, it is still clear and just after midnight. Those who stayed briefly at the Heated Cross know that it is north east of their position, a few blocks away from this insalubrious district, north of the Stinking Hole, and near the river.
Flueterflam d20=4 Wednesday November 15th, 2000 10:50:09 AM
"Olana, what the hell is your problem?????" Fluet hissed. "Leave the guy alone." Fluet shoves Olana away from the man. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I don't like it. Somethin's not right." After a few intense moments of impaling Olana with his wrinkled nose and a mean frown, Fluet whispers into K'nara's ear, "I think something's wrong with her. I don't know what it is, maybe she's possessed or somethin. I think everyone should watch her closely though." Then he returns to the man's side. He takes off his cloak and wraps it around the man. Speaking to him quietly, "I'm sorry about her. I think she's a bit tense or something," he lied. "Is there anything you need right away?" (voluntary chr, passed)
Milo Wednesday November 15th, 2000 11:12:57 AM
Looking over to Figment for a moment, Milo points at him, then his own eyes with his index and middle finger, and then points out to the street beyond. Then, he quietly slips into the building for a moment, pads down the stairs, and speaks quietly to K'nara... "The street is clear, and Figment is outside watching still." and then whispering, "I think I'll be invisible for our journey through the city... I'll remain slightly behind the group, and watch for trouble." With that said Milo starts moving back up the stairs, as an afterthought, he pauses to ask, "Have we verified this man's identity yet?"
Figment Wednesday November 15th, 2000 12:29:53 PM
The mage continues to keep a look out and waits for the others to emerge.
Dakar d20=10 Wednesday November 15th, 2000 2:35:54 PM
Dakar falls in step behind Olana, watching her carefully. He attempts to recall the language that she speaks, but fails to recognize it. Still, he regards her with deep suspicion, unaware of what has come over the elven maid as of late.
Ingrge Wednesday November 15th, 2000 7:14:31 PM
Walking past and Olanna mouths her Drow utterings, Ingrge turns to her and growls a few words at her. " Venoriia DOSSTAN DARTHIIR dalninil." As he catches up to the front as Milo asks his question, Ingrge turns to the injured captive and says, "Oh I will find out who he is and what he knows and he will tell it to me willingly if he knows what is good for him. So one way or another we will get the information we need. As he reaches the front of the group he takes the lead to Heated Cross, watching for any who might be showing too much interest in the late night wanderers.
Shadrach Thursday November 16th, 2000 12:12:52 AM
He stared at Olana in shock. He'd hardly ever seen her behave so viciously, except for the one time she'd threatened that grey elf with a dagger. Seeing that Fluet was protecting the man, Shad moved out ahead, already knowing the way to the Heated Cross. If he saw guards, he'd warn the others, hopefully to stay out of sight.
K'nara Thursday November 16th, 2000 6:18:43 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons didn't reply to either the thief or the bard.
"Follow me." she said in an urgent whisper, then cautiously but quickly headed to where Figment awaited.
"Anyone unwanted about?" she asked him. Upon hearing confirmation that they were still undiscovered, K'nara would sheathe her weapon and hastily show the others the way to the Heated Cross.
Olana Thursday November 16th, 2000 10:56:44 AM
Olana blinks, astonished at Fluet's reaction, and when Ingrge mutters those words she begins to look downright confused. Then her face changes again, glancing at everyone with a look of cunning that is rapidly replaced with a sweet smile. "I'm sorry," she says lightly. "Don't know what came over me." She moves out with the rest of them.
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Thursday November 16th, 2000 11:15:16 AM
The party moves swiftly through the dark streets. At this time after midnight, there is no one around except for the patrols. Everywhere, doors and windows are closed, shutting out the darkness, and few lights shine in any of the dwellings the party happen to pass by. The rescued man's behaviour leads everyone to believe that he's not particularly nice. He virtually snatched the cloak from Fluet and gripped it about him like it was his own and that Fluet had stolen it from him. Out in the streets he mumbles and utters curses under his breath constantly.
Because of those on the lookout fore and aft, the party manages to reach The Heated Cross without intervention. Here, there is a light in one of the windows.
Figment Thursday November 16th, 2000 12:02:08 PM
The mage makes sure and close the door into the Obsidian stronghold as they leave and he keeps his eyes peeled as they move through town. When they finally get to their destination he approaches the door first - as he was the one the waitress Cherry spoke to - and knocks lightly on the door.
Flueterflam d20=13 Thursday November 16th, 2000 3:19:54 PM
Fluet looks at the man, mildy surprised after Fluet's attempt to be nice. But he shrugs off the feeling. Noticing the man isn't doing too well, the bard tries to make conversation. "So, are you ok? I seems that being under Obsidian's care might have gotten you a little on the edgy side. Do you have any family or relatives?....." He continues on talking until hitting some subject that strikes some kind of quiet conversation. (vol chr passed)
Milo d100=95 Thursday November 16th, 2000 6:10:43 PM
Just as he said he would, as Milo steps out onto the cold, dark street, he activates his ring, becoming invisible. As the party moves out, he hangs back, looking and listening for any signs of trouble. (OOC: Failed Detect Noise roll at 95)
Ingrge Friday November 17th, 2000 7:49:29 AM
As k'narra moves up to join Ingrge in leading the way to the Inn, Ingrge moves close and whispers. "There are several things about this which I do not like." First off that was far too easy, Secondly i'm not sure we have the right person and Thirdly and possibly most important is that Olanna has become very erratic and may be hazardous to our health. if you have not noticed she has started speaking in the languge of the underdark.
Olana Friday November 17th, 2000 11:33:04 AM
Moving along with the others, strange thoughts flit through the elf's mind. Tell her to shut up would they? Look at her accusingly do they? Talk about her behind her back will they? Well - one day they would pay. Oh yes they would. By Lloth, she would have her revenge.
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Friday November 17th, 2000 12:14:11 PM
Shortly after Figment knocks on the door, it is opened and Cherry's face is seen beyond it. "Come in, come in," she whispers beckoning them hurriedly. The party's rescuee is still churlish despite Fluets attempts and looks at the place with distaste. "What's this dump?" he mumbles.
Figment d20=14 Friday November 17th, 2000 2:50:12 PM
The mage smiles at Cherry's beckon. He enters with the others. He also notices that Olana's unusual disposition has now been going on for some time (Int) - very unlike her. He begins to watch her a little more closely trying to see if he can figure out what's going on. Whenever it is feasible he sits or stands near her and tries to speak with her when possible.
Shadrach Friday November 17th, 2000 8:32:35 PM
"A safehouse," he whispered. He checked the streets hurriedly and stepped inside. "K'Nara, we have to move the stuff someplace else now, before someone gets the bright idea to track it. Even simple Locate Object spells work on stuff they know."
Dakar Friday November 17th, 2000 10:08:53 PM
"Spellcraft. Something I care nothing for." Dakar glares at the man as he continues to complain. "Just as we have granted you healing, we can take it away. Do not forget that we shed blood for your freedom. And in my culture, blood shed for a brother gives the brother a responsibility, a calling, to shed an equal amount of blood if called to do so." He raises one of his mailed fists, the long spike protruding. "Understand?"
Flueterflam Saturday November 18th, 2000 8:51:50 PM
Since his attempts at talking to the man failed, and he a few minutes to think, he started wandering why he exploded at Olana. Before the bard walks in, he holds Olana back, so that he may have a word alone with each other. "Sorry about that. I really shouldn't have gotten so mad. But I don't think you should have treated him so poorly. Although, after trying to talk with him, I'd agree that he might deserve it. But we didn't know that then." For a moment, Fluet gazes deep into her eyes. He pierces her soul, in search....search of something. "I just need to know why you're acting the way you are. It's just not you. Lately you've been so irritable. But normally you're always so cheery. You always lighten up my mood," smiling, "and I thought that I was the on who was supposed to make everyone happy." Then he grabs her hand gently and holds it to his heart. With that, he leaves her and walks through the door.
Milo Monday November 20th, 2000 12:09:36 AM
Entering the house last, Milo moves in quietly, closing the door behind him. He then proceeds, to stand away from the group, and just keep an eye on everybody, especially the man. He periodically changes where he is standing in the room so as to keep people from knowing precisely where he is at any given time.
Olana Monday November 20th, 2000 11:44:56 AM
Olana smiles at Fluet a little too sweetly. "I'm alright, really I'm alright. Maybe I had something bad to eat or something," she offers as an explanation before moving inside. In the tavern, she keeps her back to the wall, glancing around, extremely defensive, checking and rechecking her weapons. Occasionally she will glance at the escapee with open hostility.
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Monday November 20th, 2000 12:04:40 PM
Inside The Heated Cross, it is warm and well lit. At this time - now very early morning - it is also empty apart from Cherry, and what looks like the landlord, who's wringing his hands and muttering nervously. ".. don't want Mop here. Not Mop....."
Cherry beckons everyone in, appearing to recognise the man brought in. "I hope you didn't encounter too much trouble," she says, closing the door rapidly behind everyone. "The landlord here has offered places to rest up, and there's some food. But we can't stay too long. Has he said anything?" she asks, looking at the man.
In answer to that, after giving a scowl at Dakar, the man blurts "Oh? And what do you people want exactly? Eh? Eh? What makes you think I'll tell you anything. Maybe you should let me go." Then he sniffs the air. "That food? I'm as hungry as a horse."
As for Olana, Fluet was close enough to see that Olana looked rather ill, with dark shadows beneath her eyes, her skin a pasty colour, her hair lank and lifeless. Figment also notices her defensiveness, her glances not at all friendly. Something is obviously wrong.
Dakar the painmonger Monday November 20th, 2000 12:36:16 PM
"By the oath! I swear there are no thankful humans in this world... Always an exchange. Have none of you people heard of the common good?" Dakar pounds his fist into the wall, sending a tremor up the building. He slumps against the wall and takes several deep breaths. "I give up on this one... he is yours to question."
Shadrach Monday November 20th, 2000 5:49:33 PM
"Mop? What do you mean Mop? Why would Mop be here?" Shad looked nervously around for Parnath's right hand man.
Ingrge Monday November 20th, 2000 7:09:37 PM
Starting at hearing the name of Parnoth's right hand, Ingrge stares hard at the injured man.
Milo (Invisible) d100=40 Monday November 20th, 2000 7:32:20 PM
Sensing that something is amiss when he sees Shad's and Ingrge's reactions, he silently draws his short sword, and moves as quietly as a mouse, positioning himself behing the man they just rescued, and waits to see what happens next.
Figment d20=8 Monday November 20th, 2000 9:31:38 PM
At Cherry's expression of concern the mage says "We did indeed encounter some resistance. We had to kill about 10 of them to spring him. I doubt they will be very appreciative of that. Food would be a good thing...".
As the man is identified as 'Mop' and not knowing the significance of it, he notices the prisoner's interest in food. "So you want food, eh? An exchange might be arranged I think, but I doubt you'd really want us to let you go. If the black robed ones got you once, they would probably get you again. We might actually be able to get you out of the city and safely away if you tell us what we want to know. You will find us not nearly as draconian as they, but we do have our means. But I would rather call you ally than enemy, though. Perhaps we can work out a deal?". The wiley mage makes his pitch in a way that is appealing to the guy in hopes of getting him to cooperate (CHA).
Flueterflam Tuesday November 21st, 2000 1:45:47 AM
Taking a moment inside to warm up and shrug his thoughts off his shoulders, he grins. Then snickers. "Thank you Dakar. You have obviously chosen to display the non-human quality of giving your opinion without the want of any exchange..." the bard jokes, and makes sure that the dwarf realizes that he really is joking. Fluet pats him on the back, "I'm just givin' you a hard time. You have to ease up a little. Being this tense outside of battle won't get you very far."
After lightening his own mood, Fluet takes several moments to consider the very recent events he'd just witnessed. He quietly asks Cherry if there is a room he could occupy during his short stay, or a room away from the common one so no one might disturb him. Without looking at a soul, the bard wanders casually over to K'nara. Whispering in her ear, "Shit...sorry, don't mean to cuss, but there's definitely something wrong. I'm gonna try to pull Olana away for as long as possible. If it works, don't get us until you guys all know what's goin on, and where we're all headed. Well....yeah..." After stopping with an obvious thought, Fluet drifts away from the female warrior. He finds himself in a corner making no eye contact with anyone. Just drifting in his own thoughts
With what seems like hours to him, but in reality is only about five minutes, Fluet strolls over to Olana. He takes hold of her hand softly. Quietly, "I need to talk to you...alone." Assuming Cherry pointed him towards a different room, that's where the bard leads her. In the room, "Wanna sit down?" Depending on the response, he sits or stands as well. "Olana...I don't know what it is. You just look as though you haven't slept for days. You've been acting really strangely. The problem is that it isn't constant. It comes in spurts. You're just fine, ::BAM:: you're weird. And just as fast, you're fine again. I've been tryin to think of lots of different reasons. And I narrowed it down to two things. It either has something to do with those weird beetles or our encounter with the youth just before arriving at this city. I have to ask, were you bitten by one of the bugs?" Flueterflam waits for a bit, letting everything he just said soak in. "What I've also decided is that however you were affected, it has somehow grabbed a hold of your spirit or your mind. I'm not quite sure how to describe it cause I'm not really sure exactly what's going on. It's all truly speculation. But I DO know for a fact that you've changed. I'm afraid of what may happen if this can't be figured out." He puts his head in his hands and breathes deeply. "Olana, you have to help me here. The way you've been acting could put all of us in danger. You may get yourself killed, or one of us for that matter."
Fluet looks suddenly defeated. He appears as though he'd permanently lost his soul. His gaze dropped from the elf to the ground. "I don't know....I just.....don't know. Please just talk to me. Please." He lifts his head enough for Olana to see a tear stroll softly down his cheek.
Olana Tuesday November 21st, 2000 11:02:08 AM
Olana gives an insolent shrug at Fluet's suggestion, but she follows him anyway. Anything to avoid those accusatory eyes of the others. But oh... she'd get her own back, yes she would.
Once they are alone, she gives the attitude that she's only half listening, although when she see's the tear, something changes. Sitting down heavily, she whispers "Not the beetles, and not.......it won't let....me...." the look on her face one of total horror.
But then she changes again, and a slow smile appears. "It's not me - it's them, and I bet they're conspiring against you too. Oh yes. We're going to have to kill them, one by one, come from behind, when they're not expecting it. It's the only way to survive. Lil arlurl velve zhah lil velkyn uss (drow - 'the best knife is the unseen one')." With that, she took out one of her daggers and examined the point of it. Her smile becomes cold enough to freeze a cow.
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Tuesday November 21st, 2000 11:32:08 AM
Cherry rolled her eyes and frowned at the Innkeeper for a moment and then stepped forward toward the unkempt man. "This 'gentleman' you have rescued goes by the name of Clegg. He is the one who we've been trying to talk to for the best part of 10 days now. He escaped from prison, didn't you, Mr Clegg," she said, giving the man a wry smile. "And the question is - how on earth did you accomplish such a feat?"
The man broke into a yellow toothed grin and gave Cherry a hearty slap on the backside. "Ha ha! Wouldn't you like to know, wench! Do yer job and fetch me something to eat. And ale! I want ale!" Something Figment said, made him turn and look at the mage. "A deal, eh? Heh - I bet you don't have half the money I'm owed. I'm not going anywhere until I get what's owed to me. Deal indeed. Help me get my money! Then we'll talk about deals. Where's my dinner?"
With a growl, Cherry heads over to the Innkeeper who looked ready to knock the other man's block off. "Stop talking about Mop," she says. "We'll get this done as fast as we can, and as discreetly as possible. We owe you a great debt and we thank you. The future of the Kingdom rests on what we accomplish here. Now lets go and get some food organised." They disappear into the kitchen, the inkeepers conversation - "... discreet? That man said they killed 10 people! How discreet is that? If Mop finds out, they'll come down here and.... you know I've got a livelyhood, children to feed. This cloak and dagger stuff is all very well but....." - is cut off as the kitchen door closes.
Meanwhile, Fluet is alone with an unstable elf with a drawn dagger.
Ingrge Tuesday November 21st, 2000 7:22:57 PM
Walking over to the extremely rude and loud Clegg, after making he is sure that he is not the afore mentioned Mop in disguise, Ingrge stares down at him slaps him across the face and says, "Now shut Up and Listen! We just saved your bacon and you are going to listen to what I have to say." With that Ingrge grabs the side of Clegg's head and placing his mouth near his ear whispers something and then awaits his rection. (DM Email)
Milo (Invisible) d20=6 d20=11 Tuesday November 21st, 2000 7:55:54 PM
Attempting to discern the man's validity from his manner is nearly impossible for Milo as he listens to everyone in the room interact with him. (OOC: Voluntary Wis check at 6) Though Milo feels as though he may attempt to milk the group for more than his information is worth. Growing tired of the absurdity of it all, and very impatient with this rude human, Milo steps up behind the man as Ingrge is whispering in his ear, and removing a dart from his pouch, he very carefully reaches up and pricks the man on the arm with it... just enough to draw blood. (OOC: 11+4 for backstab hits AC 3) As he circles around the front of the human, becoming visible, Milo remains out of arms reach, looking to Ingrge, "I apologize friend, but I must interrupt, I'm sick of this filthy worm and his demands." Milo reaches into his satchel drawing forth his vial of silver mercurium, and holding it out for all to see, "Mr. Clegg... I've just injected you with one of the more deadlier poisons known to this world." Milo quickly puts it back in his satchel, and begins to circle the man sitting in the chair, out of reach, and ready to spring aside in an instant. As he circles around to a point where the man can't see him, in winks and smiles ever so briefly at his elven friend, "I have an antidote for this poison, but I won't be administering it to you unless you very rapidly, and very politely tell us how you escaped from the prison." As Milo continues to talk, he describes in lurid detail how the poison takes hold of your body, and eventually kills you.
Shadrach Tuesday November 21st, 2000 10:53:01 PM
Relieved that Clegg wasn't Mop, Shad sat down to observe their captive. Shad wasn't hopeful about the use of force in getting the man to talk--hadn't he just been tortured? And the man had nerve and smarts...somehow they had to get him to talk without him escaping them in turn.
Olana Wednesday November 22nd, 2000 11:08:33 AM
Plots and counter plots flit through the elf's mind like bats. She feels tired, exhausted, and feels her eyelids dropping.
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Wednesday November 22nd, 2000 11:29:47 AM
Looking at Ingrge and then snarling at Milo who poked him with something sharp, the man gives them both a "here we go again" look. "Listen," he growls, "You wanna know how I got out? I'll tell you - but on my terms. Something tells me you're not gonna bring that foul snake of a dragon into this, and as for you," he said - pointing a finger at where he last saw Milo, "you give me the antidote you scurvy little imp or you'll get nothin' from me!" He glowers at everyone before continuing. "There's a man - a wizard. He got me out. He's got the secret. He owes me money. You and your band of toughs help me get it from him - he's an evil son of a toad's toe nail, so you have my permission to bruise him a little. Heh - bruise him a lot for all I care. But he has the means to get in and out of that place. That's the deal, my friends." With that he sat back and waited.
Milo Wednesday November 22nd, 2000 12:34:25 PM
Batting his eyes innocently at the man, Milo turns on his heel and snorts, muttering under his own breath, "Scurvy little imp... indeed." Walking over to the innkeeper, Milo speaks in low tones to the man, "I'll give that man an antidote he'll never forget..." In a normal speaking voice, "Good sir... I need a few items from your larder in order to make this man," Milo indicates Mr. Clegg, "an antidote." Milo winks, and then almost whispering... "I'll need one egg, a drop of vinegar, a half mug of warm ale, a clove of garlic, and some day-old goat's milk." Milo offers the innkeeper a gold piece for his trouble. Keeping his back to the group, and Mr. Clegg in order to hide his work, Milo proceeds to mix his ingredients together thoroughly in a large mug. Lastly, he pulls a pouch from his hip, and pretends to pinch something within, draw it forth, and sprinkle it in the drink before stirring one last time... With one last nod to the innkeeper, the halfling takes his conconction, and proceeds to move carefully across the room with it, a look of studied concentration on his face. Reaching Mr. Clegg, if offers him the mug, "Your antidote sir."
Figment d20=11 d20=11 Wednesday November 22nd, 2000 12:56:44 PM
Frowning at Milo's approach - and realizing that Milo is lying (Int), the mage decides to continue the coversation. "Gentlmen please. Let's try diplomacy first, and then you can do your worst after that, if necessary. Somehow, though, I don't think we'll need it.". Turning to the worm of a man, Figment continues (Cha). "Let me make sure I understand what you're saying: A wizard got you out of the prison and this guy can do this at will. And he did this for you, why? If he owes you money, then it would seem to me that getting you out would be the last thing he'd do. If you want us to help you with an evil mage, we'd probably be willing to if it gets us what we want. But before we would risk it, we'd have to be sure you were being honest. We don't care who you are, we don't care what you'll do after we let you go. We only care about this deal we're about to make and I promise, we'll have your head if you lie to us about that. The rest - well - we can be flexible. So fill us in on who this guy is, where he is, how we can get to him, where he keeps his money, and all that. And one other thing: Are you saying you know how he does it, or that we need to get that from him? That would be important to know. It would also be good if you would tell us what you saw him when he sprung you. So what do you say?".
Flueterflam d20=9 Wednesday November 22nd, 2000 4:16:18 PM
As Fluet sees he couldn't quite break through to the old Olana, he considers talking, fighting, lying, doing whatever it may take to figure out how to stop whatever it is that was controlling her. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Olana becoming sleepy. The bard almost snickered evilly, but held his smile just enough. He waited until she slowly dropped away into dreams. While waiting, he felt control over the situation knowing that he may be the only one with power enough to control the half-crazed elf.
Ingrge d20=11 Wednesday November 22nd, 2000 8:25:09 PM
Seeing Milo putting away the dart after his ruse, Ingrge mutters under his breath, let's go with overkill why don't we? Giving one last glare at Clegg, he turns and finds a seat. pausing at the last moment, only to catch Clegg's eye and to say, Personally I could care less about that green, slimy, scaled, over-sized, earth worm. He really isn't worth my losing muxh sleep over, but I understand he wants YOU very badly, and if I don't feel we have gotten the information we need from you, I will keep my promise. With that said, Ingrge snears and sits down.
Olana Thursday November 23rd, 2000 1:25:21 AM
In her sleep, Olana smiles, her slender fingers caressing her armour. Occasionally she mutters phrases in drow.
Shadrach Thursday November 23rd, 2000 1:25:50 AM
He looked glum while he listened. What were they going to do if Olana betrayed them under her present mood? Perhaps this was a good time for an augury.
K'Nara Thursday November 23rd, 2000 1:30:37 AM
She kept a straight face while Milo mixed his 'concoction', folding her arms. "Good point. Why does the wizard who aided you owe you money?"
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Thursday November 23rd, 2000 11:26:54 AM
Clegg stabbed a finger toward Figment. "Ya see now THERE'S a man I can do business with." He leans over a table and sweeps it clear, causing a couple of mugs to go clattering. "Okay - hey girl!" he shouts toward the kitchen. "Bring me some paper and something to write with while you're fetching my dinner!" Then he looks at the others conspiratorily. "Let me explain. This wizard - and no, I'm not gonna tell you his name or where he is. I'm not stupid. I'll take you there. Anyway - this wizard developed a potion that will protect a man trying to negotiate the invisible barrier that surrounds the jail. It doesn't last forever - but certainly long enough to get in or out providing you don't hang about."
He paused, scratching his filthy hair, and about that time the kitchen door opened to allow Cherry through with plates of hot food. "Just meat, potatoes and gravy I'm afraid," she said, plonking the plates on various tables. "But it should keep you going." She is followed by Milo who offers the mug to Clegg. The man stares at it for a moment and then downs it in one gulp. What follows is the loudest *BELCH* ever heard. Clegg then shakes his head, looking totally stunned. "Woah... got any more of that stuff?" Cherry disappears back into the kitchen and starts to-ing and fro-ing with ale and some paper and charcoal.
"Right" - croaks Clegg. "The reason I got involved was simple. He needed someone to test the potion. He promised me 300 gold. In this town that's a LOT of money. It was worth the risk. I can move to Plateau City with that kind of money. So I got myself arrested and thrown in the clink." He leaned back and laughed. "Well - the darned thing worked like a charm! Trouble is - he's gone back on his word and won't pay me, the lousy rat faced toad eating double crossing no good......" Clegg slammed his fist on the table. "I'll get what's coming to me if it kills me! Anyway... when I was at his house I saw a ton of that stuff - all in little bottles. Right next to his beetle collection."
He looked at them all in turn. "Well? Are you with me? I'll even throw in a plan of the jail."
In another part of the Inn, Olana sleeps on, her hands wrapped around the armour she wears. Her hair now has narrow streaks of pure white in it, nestled in amongst the blonde.
Shadrach Friday November 24th, 2000 12:19:03 AM
Shad squeaked. "Beetles? Beetles? What color? What color beetles does he got? Does he breed 'em?"
K'Nara Friday November 24th, 2000 12:23:04 AM
She looked meaningfully at the others. "Would you submit to a truth spell?"
Milo Friday November 24th, 2000 3:18:50 AM
A sour look on his face as his ruse fails to pan out, Milo steps away from Mr. Clegg with a particularly disgusted look on his face, and bored with the whole "make nice with the rude smelly human routine" he steps quietly out of the room to peek in on Flueterflam and Olana, and see if they are both okay. Thinking to himself, 'Feh... these guys don't need my help here... I'll go see if Fluet has figured out what is up with Olana yet.'
Flueterflam Saturday November 25th, 2000 2:08:10 AM
When Milo appears, Fluet looks up at him happy for a moment. With his action, he suddenly looks towards the sleeping elf to make sure that she didn't see his reaction. Seeing she's sleeping, the bard puts up his hand in a sign of distress to get Milo's attention. He puts one finger to his mouth to keep everything quiet. Fluet mouths the words, 'get rope, two or three people jump her at one time!!!!' Before Milo can turn to comply, 'HURRY!!!' in the loudest quiet he can visually send. While he waits, he turns towards the elf. She was so perfect, but suddenly so corrupt. That instant, Flueterflam vows to kill whoever was the cause of this. And if possible, he would torture the person for as long as possible without killing him or her. There would be no easy escape from this bard.
Olana Saturday November 25th, 2000 7:02:58 PM
Sleeping - dreaming. Maybe while they were traveling through streets - take out one at a time, using her dagger. It was the only way - then she could get out of town quietly. Go somewhere dark. Survival - that was the main priority of the accursed.
Ingrge Sunday November 26th, 2000 1:56:22 PM
Sitting and observing for a while, Ingrge interrupts the process by standing and walking in between Clegg and K'narra and staring up at their Human leader. "K'nara, don't you think it would be wiser to take this to a more private room instaed of letting who knows who hear what we discuss?"
K'nara Monday November 27th, 2000 6:21:41 AM
Looking around the deserted tavern, K'nara pointed out to Ingrge: "There's nobody here, but we probably ought to get our 'guest' to a private room...the better to use that truth spell to confirm his story..." The tall human woman stood up.
"Say...where did Fluet, Milo and Olana go..?" she asked, only just noticing their absence.
Milo d100=53 d20=5 d20=8 Monday November 27th, 2000 10:52:58 AM
Without moving from his spot, Milo quietly slips the backpack off of his back, and opens it, pulling a length of silk rope from within. Stalking silently as a cat, the burglar expertly creates a loop with a slip knot. (OOC: 53% on Move Silently should pass as well as 5 on my Rope Use roll) As he approaches Olana, a tear rolls down his cheek. Ever so gently, with a feather touch (OOC: Dex check passed by 9) Milo guides Olana's hands till they are together in front of her, and then he very slowly and deliberately slips the loop around them, and pulls the rope tight, whispering to Fluet, "Take her weapons."
Flueterflam d20=5 Monday November 27th, 2000 11:02:43 AM
Fluet feels a shudder in his soul seeing Milo's emotion. He felt the same way. But, for now, nothing else could be done. Nodding to Milo, the bard whispered quietly back, "I'll explain why soon." Slowly, he begins disarming her with as much stealth as his body will allow him. (dex passed by 7)
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Monday November 27th, 2000 11:04:21 AM
The man named Clegg snorts in between mouthfulls. "Truth spell? NO way. What better idea to get the location of the wizard's place eh? Don't think I'm falling for that" he says, occasionally stabbing toward everyone with his fork. " Listen - I don't trust anyone, but let me tell you something. I can't get at my money. That stinkin' wizard is too strong. But with YOU people - I have a chance. And he DOES have the potions. I'm guessing you wanna break into the jail. Heh - the gods only know why. Nothing in there but people like me!" He finishes with a roar of laughter. Picking up the charcoal - he starts to draw, and then glances at Shadrach. "Those beetles? Heck I dunno what he does with 'em. Horrible big green things they are. One of 'em followed me all the way to the jail. Found it in my trouser turn-up. Tasty though. Made a good snack while I was in prison."
Meanwhile - in the other room, the elf sleeps on, for the moment exhausted - oblivious to that fact that she's being disarmed and tied up.
Figment d20=12 Monday November 27th, 2000 11:20:42 AM
The mage listens to the others but does not take his eyes off Clegg. "OK Clegg, we'll get you your money. It's a deal - provided my colleagues are satisified that you are telling us the truth. We will go with you to this guys place and we'll help you get your money. If he should meet an unfortunate demise in the process, you can have anything else you see of interest as well - once we have a look. All provided we get the potions and this map of yours. I would think you also had some concealed way in and out of the prison? You will need to explain to us how you actually got out of your cell block and to the barrier as well. Once we're done with this undertaking, we'll shake hands and part ways. How does that sound?". If he agrees, the mage stands and waits for the innkeeper to give them a key.
Flueterflam d20=2 d20=3 Monday November 27th, 2000 11:54:05 AM
While disarming the elf, Fluet thinks about possible reasons again. The beetles? Those young elves? Obsidian? Was there something that he had forgotten? To be on the safe side, the bard decided that maybe they should take everything of the elf. They should probably even take off her clothing and armor and reclothe her with something safer. To Milo, "Let's take everything. We can't be too sure. She might even have something hidden where we'd never expect." Having spoken, and disarmed her weapons, Fluet proceeds to take all other possessions and move them into the common room where everyone else is. (disarm dex passed by 10 : move between rooms quietly dex passed by 9)
Ingrge Monday November 27th, 2000 7:10:39 PM
Getting a bit disgusted with our friend Clegg Ingrge walks up to him only inches from his face and asks, Just how much money does this wizard owe you any way? And what were you supposed to do for it?
K'nara Tuesday November 28th, 2000 6:40:42 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons frowned at Clegg as she listened to him speak, then addressed Ingrge.
"Clegg here was supposed to be a guinea pig for this potion-brewing wizard, apparently." K'nara said. "I can guess that the mage in question is about as honorable as Clegg here, thus was he cheated out of his fee." She folded her arms across her chest.
"Very well, Clegg--" the redhead acquiesed, "--we will help you get your money if you help us. Finish your meal...we have to make sure you're fit for travel and then we'll go." Since nobody answered her question about Milo, Fluet and Olana, K'nara turned, muttering, and went to look to see where the trio had gotten to...
Olana Tuesday November 28th, 2000 10:44:02 AM
The elf's dreams twisted into something alarming, as though she was being trapped or something, and so she starts to awaken.
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Tuesday November 28th, 2000 10:58:39 AM
In answer to Ingrge's question, Clegg grunts and stabs his fork toward K'Nara. "Yeah what she said," he mutters. After a couple more mouthfulls he shrugs at Figment. "I'll have this plan done by the morrow, and I'll tell you everything I know about getting in and out. It's easy once the barrier problem is taken care of, so long as you're fast. You the leader of this group?" he asks him before shovelling in more food and then pausing to leer at K'Nara's rear as she leaves the room. The Innkeeper returns from the kitchen and hands out keys to some of the rooms. "I have other residents," he says, "So I'd be grateful if you were all fairly quiet." Cherry offers to stay with Clegg and watch over the map drawing. "Get some rest," she whispers to them.
K'Nara finds the others in another room, where Olana suddenly wakes up. The look on her face is a mixture of rage and cornered rat. Fluet's attempts at removing anything else are only partially successful. This is because for some reason - he can't seem to get the armour off. Maybe the catches are stuck or something.
Figment d20=4 Tuesday November 28th, 2000 11:31:21 AM
Smiles at Clegg's guess. "Let's just suffice it to say I'm one of several you need to keep happy. Who leads this group is not your concern - or your business. Cherry is quite correct, we exerted a great deal of power in getting you out. We need to recharge for this new guy. He sounds pretty powerful.". The mage begins to leave for a room, until he realizes the noise from the other room is Olana. He excuses himself and goes to see what's up, wondering a bit more about why she could be changing so rapidly. When he sees her hair, and hears her drow words reverberating in his head, he realizes what is going on - or at least has a working theory (Int by 14!). "Olana, it's your armour. You got it from that drow weapon down in The Maw. I warned you about using it but did not realize it was changing you - until now. You need to take it off. Can you?" Looking back into the other room he calls in a calm voice "Ingrge, I need your help if you have a minute.".
Flueterflam Tuesday November 28th, 2000 3:29:09 PM
Fluet jumps back, seeing Olana awake. Yelling at K'nara, partially because of becoming startled seeing her and partially Olana waking up, "We have to get her away from everything of hers. I don't know what it is, but something's affecting her. I only have two possible reasons, but it might be something else. Whatever it is, we have a better chance if she can't do anything while we're figuring it out." Fluet points out the now white hair on the elf's head. "She becoming a dark elf. DAMN you Olana, how the hell did you get yourself into this???!!!!" Fluet yells enraged by his powerlessness. "First of all, no matter what you think, we are trying to save you? Secondly, we will not try to kill you? Thirdly, how the hell did you start becoming a DROW?????" All rational thought seems dissipated at this point from the bard.
Milo Tuesday November 28th, 2000 5:28:58 PM
As K'nara enters the room, Milo is startled, but regaining his senses, he looks up to her pleadingly, and squeaks out, "She has gone mad... help us help her... please." Milo holds up the end of the rope that he is holding with the other end binding Olana's hands, and fear is clearly etched into the halfling's brow.
Dakar the Painmonger Tuesday November 28th, 2000 6:26:13 PM
"DROW?!" The seemingly somnambulent dwarf is quick to suddenly rouse himself. One glance at Olana and the struggles that Fluet is having with her armor. "We'll shell that armor off her if we have to. Quick cutting and dwarven steel." He reaches for his axe haft, readying it for quick usage in whatever scenario should arrive from this most improprietous turn of events.
Ingrge Tuesday November 28th, 2000 7:41:32 PM
Hearing the ruckus and Figment's call for help, Ingrge steps forward. "Hmmm... The armor huh? Suppose I should've thought of or seen that. Well, What are your tho... Whoa Dakar, hold up a minute this is still our Olanna. Put your can opener away. If we need your assistance we will give you a ring."
Shadrach Tuesday November 28th, 2000 8:04:33 PM
Shad listened to the others yells but elected to stick around and watch Clegg. Cherry was a good spy, but he didn't believe Clegg's story for a minute. As long as the party needed him, Shad was going to guard the man.
Olana d20=19 d2=2 Tuesday November 28th, 2000 10:29:16 PM
Startled at being surrounded, frightened to discover her weapons have gone, and outraged, the elf gives a snarl and kicks out, giving Fluet (assuming he's the nearest) a nasty kick, before pulling against the rope and trying to make a break for it. She doesn't look as though she recognises anyone.
K'nara d20=19 d4=1 Wednesday November 29th, 2000 6:23:48 AM
"Turning into a--?" K'nara gasped, then pulled back one fist and tried to land a punch on Olana as the mystically-mind-morphing elf tried to flee the room (hits AC-1 for 1hp of damage), intending to knock the ranger unconscious with the blow.
Milo d20=19 d3=2 Wednesday November 29th, 2000 11:29:42 AM
More assured that he has assistance Milo charges Olana, with rope in hand, hitting her at the knees in an attempt to knock her feet out from under her. (OOC: 19 hits AC-1, 2 hps of subdual damage)
DM Jan (The Rescue Part1) Wednesday November 29th, 2000 11:40:33 AM
Cherry looks somewhat relieved when it's obvious that Shad is going to stay and help keep an eye on their cantankerous charge. As for Clegg, for the moment he seems intent on drawing his map. He has a definite gleam in his eye, and is muttering - "... oh boy, you're gonna get it, you double crossing freak... no one messes with Clegg.." etc. etc. ad nauseum.
It is now well after midnight.
In the other room, things are getting a bit too lively as the elf wakes up and makes a break for it - savagely punching Fluet and pulling wildly at Milo's rope - although after an unfortunate meeting with K'Nara's fist, and the body of Milo, she falls back onto the ground, unconscious for the moment.
As some of you have realised - strange things have been happening lately. After donning the new armour, Olana began to act more sullen, hanging back, and suffering from a complete lack of any sense of humour. She began to look tired and haggard, and now looks positively ill. She started to utter strange phrases in Drow. During the battle with the men from Obsidian - her particular opponent screamed and ran as soon as he was hit. Downright weird. After that, her deterioration seems to have accelerated - manifesting itself in paranoid delusion, a penchant for violence, and white streaks in her hair.
The armour has gotta come off - but how? The bard found that he could not get it off using his hands.
Figment Wednesday November 29th, 2000 12:08:30 PM
Seeing Olana subdued for the moment, the mage turns to Ingrge. "We need a dispel magic spell to weaken the armour long enough to get it off her. It is too powerful to be destroyed so easily. I do not have it memorized. Do you?"
Dakar the painmonger Wednesday November 29th, 2000 6:47:14 PM
"STOP!" the dwarf shouts to Olana in common, invoking words of Domi as he does so (command). He imposes himself between Olana and the exit and drops his shoulders, bracing himself to bar her exit. "If we cannot remove the armor, the curse must be removed in another way, whatever way is necessary to cleanse the drow taint on her." The vindicator spits to one side. "I shall see justice be done by whatever means are necessary."
Ingrge Wednesday November 29th, 2000 8:29:15 PM
As Olanna makes her break for freedom, Ingrge barks out a command in a fluid but gutteral language. "XUAT MELEE DALNINIL! XUN IZIL DOS PHUUL QUARTHENLUETH DRO!!"
Turning momentarily to Figment. "No I don't have the spell. But if you have it written down, see if you can read it as a scroll out of your spellbook. I will buy you a new copy for you to put back in your book."
As Dakar makes his pronouncement, Ingrge all but screams at him. "If you touch her with that blade, dwarf, it will be the last thing you ever do in this world. Stop her from leaving but DO not harm her."
K'nara Thursday November 30th, 2000 7:01:13 AM
The tall human female looked even more pained than Olana possibly could when K'nara's fist connected with the ranger's chin. Then Dakar and Ingrge's words added to the bladesinger's internal burden.
"Knock it off, you two!" K'nara barked at other elf and dwarf. "We need cool heads to prevail over this...Olana is far too important and too good a friend to abandon to this...this accursed fate. We will do what we can to help her...but I must admit that there may be nothing we can do unless we can get this armor off her." The warrior woman's stern expression spasmed into pain and not a little bit of guilt.
"This is all my fault--" K'nara admitted in a grating voice, "--for 'twas I who gifted the armor to Olana... I knew that I couldn't use it, and even suspected that I couldn't stand up to the magic that it is made of--but I thought that Olana could utilize its abilities. I--I thought she was stronger than I..." The leader of the Emerald Talons blinked her hazel eyes and looked at Figment, Ingrge and Dakar.
"We don't have time to seek out any spellcasters who may have the experience to exorcise Olana," she pointed out, "Not while we're in the middle of a city run by the Green One! Do what you can to free Olana of the curse."
K'nara didn't even want to think about the consequences of failure to do just that...
Figment Thursday November 30th, 2000 10:40:52 AM
Looking at Ingrge with some pain at the thought of losing magic, the mage's face hardens with resolve. He drops his pack, pulls out his book, and opens it to the correct page. Looking around to the others he croaks out in hope and desperation, "Any other ideas? Can you clerics remove a curse, or bless her and then try before I do this?" He looks around to see if there are any other ideas.
Olana Thursday November 30th, 2000 10:46:52 AM
Unconscious. But the thought process didn't stop. Inside her head, a battle raged - chaotic good v. lawful evil. Both wrestled for control, the evil organised, presenting logical argument and slow but relentless strength - the good using assumptions it had always used, leaping forth here and there with counter arguments. It was utterly exhausting. It was nightmareish - a snake-whip snapping alter ego inside her head. The women used those didn't they? An evil creature to fear and destroy. But SHE wasn't evil - she wasn't! Was she?
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Thursday November 30th, 2000 10:52:54 AM
As the others ponder over the possessed elf situation, Clegg continues his artisty. He glances up at Shad for a moment. "Why did you ask about the beetles, you a beetle collector?" he said, raising a curious eyebrow.
Flueterflam Thursday November 30th, 2000 2:43:45 PM
The bard frowns at the sting of the elf's kick. He decides to move further away to avoid further incident. "If you guys can help, then do it. Stop wasting time. Nothing good will happen if we just argue." Fluet has definitely lost touch with control. He is urgent, angry and unhappy. He begins pacing back and forth thinking of any way he can help.
Shadrach Thursday November 30th, 2000 4:21:11 PM
Shad listened worriedly to the noises, but stayed resolutely. He replied to Clegg, "We've run into Parnath's incredible spy network before. Made us suspicious when these green beetles kept showing up around us. Maybe your wizard knew we were coming." Suddenly Shad grinned, thinking he'd figured something out. "You didn't volunteer to go to jail just to test some wizard's potion that might or might not work. You were caught in a crime, weren't you? Or maybe the wizard tipped off the guard to make sure you had no choice, hunh?"
Milo d20=18 Thursday November 30th, 2000 6:48:37 PM
Working quickly, Milo gathers in the slack on the rope, and then binds Olana's ankles as best he can. He does his best to make sure that she cannot get loose, but that the ropes won't damage her either. That done, he drops the remainder of the rope, and moves well behind Figment, not wanting to get caught in the spell. "Go ahead Figment... cast the spell, then we'll peel her outta that armor... I've got enough cash stashed away to replace the spell in your book a few times over, and still eat well..." The halfling grins.
Ingrge Thursday November 30th, 2000 6:59:13 PM
Looks at K'narra and with a hurt look asks, "What did I do? I just Commanded her in the only language she probably understands at this moment not to fight. As Figment steps forward to do his thing, Ingrge steps aside and gets ready to help in whatever way he can.
Figment Thursday November 30th, 2000 11:29:51 PM
The mage casts the spell and watches as the words disappear from his book. But only for a moment as his concern for Olana overrides his personal loss.
K'nara Friday December 1st, 2000 6:17:44 AM
The woman warrior looked as though she wanted to tear off the mesh caul that bound her hair and then start in on yanking out the chestnut tresses themselves.
"Sorry, Ingrge," she said with a sharp sigh, "It...it's not you... or even you and Dakar... it's the thought that I caused Olana's current condition. Whatever may happen, this will be the last time that I allow the use of magic items of dubious origin by anyone other than myself." K'nara looked over to see how the progress with the adversely-enchanted ranger was going...
Milo Friday December 1st, 2000 10:33:45 AM
Focused on the task at hand, Milo waits until the incantation is complete, and then after confirming with Figment that it is safe to proceed, he moves quickly to Olana's side and attempts to start removing armor.
DM Jan (The rescue Part 1) Friday December 1st, 2000 11:07:28 AM
Clegg blinks at Shad for a moment, and then leans back in his chair and bursts out laughing. The man was obviously in a good mood at the prospect of getting his money back. "Hey, I never said I was an honest man," he chuckles. "Okay, so he caught me trying to steal one of his nags. A 'customer' of mine wanted a white mare. And ya know my customers never want to pay full price if you know what I mean. "The thing is, I'm good at what I do. Clegg's the name, acquisition is my game. Don't know how he caught me, but we made a deal, then he ratted on me." He then leans forward and whispers. "You know what I think? I think that wizard has got his fingers in a whole lotta pies. A WHOLE lotta pies. And the scaly one don't know anything about it." His eyes flit back and forth as he speaks. "Them beetles. Spies I reckon. They get everywhere. He has tanks full of 'em. All different kinds." He then grunted, and looked down at the table. "This map's about done. I need to get some sleep."
In the other room, Figment casts the spell, and sees the words fade from his spellbook. Olana's armour comes off easily now. The trauma of this reawakens the elf. Those stood nearby can see that her naturally thin elven physique looks almost stick-like. (STR/CON -4)
On a 24 hour clock, it would now be approx 2AM. Outside, except for the occasional patrol, and a few rats scurrying about, all seems quiet.
Olana Friday December 1st, 2000 11:09:47 AM
Awakening as the armour comes off, Olana curls up into a ball. "Not my armour, please... not my armour," she pleads, and starts to cry.
Figment Friday December 1st, 2000 11:56:36 AM
The mage closes his book slowly and moves back as the others pull off the armor. "This is a powerful item. I suggest we rid ourselves of it as soon as possible.". After a moment of reflection he smiles and says "Hey, this may not be a total loss. We could always trade it to the evil mage for some of his potion and in that way avoid a fight - maybe...".
Flueterflam Friday December 1st, 2000 2:08:46 PM
After they pull of the armor, Fluet feels guilty for having things get as far as they did. The bard feels responsible, though he really had nothing to do with it. To help in his own way, he lays next to Olana and comforts her. "Are you ok?"
Dakar Friday December 1st, 2000 5:43:17 PM
"TRADE?!" The dwarf's voice booms with anger, resonating throughout the small room. "We cannae TRADE this! It is pure evil to the touch. The only possibly recourse for this item is to destroy it, utterly and completely. I suggest we bring it to a priest of Alemi as soon as possible. I am sure the god of Good would be more than satisfied upon rendering this object of evil to dust." The dwarf looks to Olana. "It is for your own good girl, ye cannae have the blighted thing back."
Ingrge Friday December 1st, 2000 7:14:15 PM
With a noticeably loud sigh of relief as the armor is removed, Ingrge walks over to Figment and solemly looks at him in the eyes and simply says, "Thank you." At Dakar's outburst, Ingrge turns and very quickly adds his voice to the discussion. "For one of the first times, I fully agree with our esteemed dwarf. This piece of evil needs to be destroyed."
Shad Friday December 1st, 2000 9:26:05 PM
"We'll all need to rest up before this one." He got up and spoke to Cherry. "Our new friend Clegg needs a room. We'll pay for it." Lowering his voice, he added, "One without any windows, if possible."
K'nara Monday December 4th, 2000 6:07:37 AM
Upon seeing the sorry state of the elven ranger, K'nara's pained face went completely blank.
"That armor goes if I have to destroy it with my bare hands." she said in a flat yet resolute voice. "To the temple of Alemi, I suppose...though 'twas the priests of Alemi that gave me a clean bill of health for this armor the last time Figment and I took it there..." The leader of the Emerald Talons turned to the human mage.
"Figment, have you any way of securing either the armor or Olana herself, so that Olana may be protected from any possible...telepathic persuasions it may try to tempt her with? Such an artifact as this will not easily let go of any victim its begun to bond with, I suspect."
Figment Monday December 4th, 2000 10:10:41 AM
The mage nods to Ingrge, not wanting to make too big a deal out of his loss. He frowns and the lines on his face deepen at K'Nara's question. "I'm afraid I do not possess any magic that could help our friend resist the armour. That ranges more into a clerical or divination magic I simply have not studied. I would venture to guess that the best thing to do is get it as far away from her as possible. Let's ask Cherry if there is a Temple of Alemi here in this city. If there is one near I would recommend we take it there now - and that I be the one who carry it. When we first acquired it I was able to handle the armour and resist its pull - at least for a short time. I would expect with that experience under my belt that I would be the one most able to escape unscathed from its magic - and even if they don't see anything wrong with it as the others did, it will at least no longer be our problem to deal with. I would also strongly suggest that we hurry. The spell I cast was powerful, but this item is more so. It will not be dampened for long."
DM Jan (The Rescue Part 1) Monday December 4th, 2000 10:50:20 AM
Cherry nods at Shad and goes into the kitchen to find the Innkeeper. Returning shortly, she says "There's a room that will do upstairs. I'll sleep on the floor outside the door if I have to. C'mon you," she adds, beckoning to their new 'friend'. Clegg breaks into a grin. "Hey no need for outside the door. Stay in the room with me. That way you can keep a real good eye on me there." His raucous laugh is interrupted as Cherry gives him a sharp kick. Cherry leads the man upstairs to a room with a 'very' small window. The map is left on the table.
Elsewhere - Fluet comforts the sobbing Olana and the others discuss what to do with the offending armour. Emerald Kingdom natives remember there is indeed a temple of Alemi - up in the centre of the City where all the visitors tend to stay. However - is IS late, and being on the streets might draw unwanted attention. The Innkeeper shuffles past. "Don't you lot ever rest?" he asks wearily with a yawn.
Milo Monday December 4th, 2000 12:20:59 PM
Starting from dozing off, as the innkeeper passes, the halfling shuffles over to the man, "I could use a room with a soft bed good sir... and a nice hot bath in the morning." Milo produces a pair of gold coins, though from where is a mystery... then looking to his friends, "I think perhaps we could settle this in the morning after we've all had time to let sleep clear our minds and refresh our bodies." With that, assuming the innkeeper gives him a room, the weary halfling trudges off to bed.
Figment Monday December 4th, 2000 12:25:20 PM
The mage looks concerned but then relents, I'd say it too risky to be seen wlking to the temple this late. We must guard this armor, monitor Olana - in a separate room, and our criminal partner in the other room. And speaking for myself, I must also rest to replentish my spells. So, my good innkeeper, would you please show us to our rooms?".
Flueterflam Monday December 4th, 2000 3:30:52 PM
Fluet nods off. The stress and late hours combined to knock the bard out.
Shadrach Monday December 4th, 2000 6:03:50 PM
Shad picked up the map and stuck it in his carryall pouch. He settled himself to sleep the night outside Clegg's room.
Ingrge Monday December 4th, 2000 8:59:38 PM
I don't really need any sleep just about four hours to collect my thoughts so, put that armor in a cloth bag tie it shut. Put that bag in another bag and then give it to me. I will make sure it gets to the temple and I will not be seen. I will use my last potion to ensure that I am not seen.
K'nara Tuesday December 5th, 2000 6:32:50 AM
The human bladesinger frowned, then shook her head.
"As long as Olana remains secured in one room and the armor in another, that appears safe enough for now." she said firmly. "We must not only get rid of this accursed armor but cure Olana of its influence as well, and we might as well do both at the same time--save ourselves the extra trip AND your potion for a time when we may truly need it." Here K'nara went to sit down in the chair by the small desk.
"I will stay here with Fluet and Olana. When...if...he sleeps, I shall be awake to make sure our ranger doesn't escape her bonds and tries to act on her...Drow-like tendencies." the redhead told the others, sighing and scrubbing her already-tired face with both her hands. "I'd appreciate it if someone could relieve me after a few hours, just so that I, too, could get some sleep."
Olana Tuesday December 5th, 2000 11:37:35 AM
Someone was missing. Like a best friend, a mentor - just up and gone. Leaving a hole. It was confusing because she mourned their loss, but also her head felt clearer, her body less drained. What was going on?
DM Jan (The Next Day) Tuesday December 5th, 2000 11:56:36 AM
The night rolls on. Through his door - Clegg can be heard snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Everyone else has the opportunity to get 'some' sleep at least. Luckily Olana seems too exhausted to make a break for it, giving any who guard her a quiet night.
As dawn breaks a stranger who was sleeping in another room, walks out and almost trips up over Cherry and Shadrach. "Folks sleeping in corridors," he mutters. "Standards are definitely dropping in this place." He shuffles off downstairs.
Anyone who spent the night within a 10' radius of the armour, may be coming around to the idea that perhaps it would be a good idea to sell, rather than destroy - or hey, maybe try it on. I mean look at the workmanship, the obvious skill that went into it's construction. It was unique. Such a pity to destroy. ((Those within 10' roll save against spells))
Figment d20=13 Tuesday December 5th, 2000 12:09:33 PM
The mage is not affected by the armor - but even so makes sure it is as far away from the others as possible knowing what is going on. He then rememorizes his spells.
Milo Tuesday December 5th, 2000 4:47:45 PM
Stretching as high as his diminutive frame will go, Milo comes lightly from his room, looking for the innkeeper to provide him the bath that he asked for before going to bed... and breakfast as well...
Shad Tuesday December 5th, 2000 5:49:16 PM
Looking a little rough, Shad put on his outer things to be ready for anything. With a sigh, he waited for Clegg to come out.
Ingrge Tuesday December 5th, 2000 7:31:15 PM
Ingrge shrugs his shoulders at K'nara's pronouncement and merely says, "Ok but don't look to me for answers if it takes someone else over while we sleep." "That," indicating the armor, "took over the mind of an elf. Not a halfling or a human, BUT an ELF, but if you say we sleep with it ok. I will relieve you in a four hours." With that said Ingrge finds a quiet corner in the inn and drops into his reating trance.
K'nara Wednesday December 6th, 2000 7:18:19 AM
The tall redhead watched over Olana, her resolve to cure the elf of the malady K'nara unwittingly visited upon her foremost in the human's mind.
Ingrge relieved her after four hours, but sleep was still hard to come by for the bladesinger. K'nara managed a three-hour nap before her instinct to go train prodded her awake again. She communicated with Greymalkin via the ring he left her, telling him of her friend's transformation as she went through the motions of a simplified version of her routine--it was very hard to do the leaping, twisting movements of the bladesong style when you had to train inside the room of an inn, so the Maulk was putting her through the paces of close-contact defensive melee...while also having her practice some strange hand movements.
What's with the waggling fingers and invisible swirls, master..? she mentally asked the elf, who told her to never mind the questions, just practice the hand movements, too--once she got them right, their purpose would be revealed to the human trainee.
So K'nara did as she was told.
Olana Wednesday December 6th, 2000 10:36:18 AM
Olana pushed herself up into a sitting position, watching K'Nara, watching Ingrge, watching the sleeping Fluet. She felt confused and disoriented. Thinking about her armour just made her want to cry, so she tried not to think about it. Even so, she felt unprotected and vulnerable, but at least her stomach didn't feel as queasy.
They'd tied her up. But why? She'd only been trying to protect herself. "Untie me?" she asked weakly.
DM Jan (The Next Day) Wednesday December 6th, 2000 10:55:31 AM
Breakfast smells waft from the kitchen, and some of the other patrons descend to eat a hearty plateful of eggs, bacon and beans.
Clegg bursts out of his room. "Gods, I could eat a horse!" he announced, giving Cherry a cheeky grin and Shadrach a wink. "Let's go." On the way into the tavern main room, he whispers - "So whats the plan? Eh? Eh?"
Milo's bath is in a small room dominated by a large tub filled with hot soapy water. The room is obviously used by other patrons, some of whom keep banging on the door. "C'mon will ya? We gotta be on the highway by midmorning!" yells a voice, followed by some talk in a hushed voice. "So anyway - slaughtered like pigs in a butchers I heard." "Naaaw.. you're puttin' me on." "Well, thats what I heard."
The tavern main room is abuzz with frantic but hushed conversation. "I thought they were invincible...?" "Obviously not. I reckon it was Parnoth. They'd displeased him somehow..." "Funny though - you'd think there'd be guards all over..." "Exactly... thats gotta mean the dragon did 'em in.." ".. tried to cover it up, but the lads at Hengors stables saw 'em trying to clean up the mess..." ((Sending the map sometime today))
Figment Wednesday December 6th, 2000 2:30:41 PM
Feeling somewhat refreshed from at least a little sleep, the mage makes sure the armor is very well wrapped. He leaves it and goes downstairs to eat. Spotting Cherry and the others he seats himself with them. "So, Cherry. We must begin this day with a visit to the Temple of Alemi. Other than that, I'd say we need to work at concluding our business with Clegg here and then afterwards we can discuss what we need to do next.". The mage eats his food and quietly listens to the banter around the inn - not at all happy that the news about their little altercation last night is already on the street. And VERY disturbed to hear that there is no change in the guard activity. He thinks to himself..."Something is wrong. If this action is known, and the dragon isn't responding, then he must be trying to find us without us knowing it - or he already has found us...". The mage begins casually glancing around for anyone that might be 'looking' for someone.
Flueterflam Wednesday December 6th, 2000 4:53:11 PM
Fluet wakes disoriented. He rubs his blurry eyes and looks around as though he doesn't remember anything. For several minutes he listens to the patrons outside of the room he occupies. "Hmm... wonder what all the fuss is about!?" Then the bard looks over at Olana. It all felt like a dream to him. "You ok?" Turning his head towards the group's ever fearless leader, "what are we gonna do now?" After a response Fluet turns back to the elf, "Olana, do you understand what happened? Do you have any idea about how you were plotting to kill everyone? Does that ring a bell? Well.....even if it doesn't, just be glad that we don't hold it against you." He cracks a slight smile.
Shadrach Wednesday December 6th, 2000 5:59:14 PM
Shad's bloodshot eyes kept roving around the common room. "We need to go to a room to talk. Not out here."
Milo Wednesday December 6th, 2000 6:28:08 PM
Luxuriating in the hot bath that seems almost like a pool to someone Milo's size, the diminutive burglar pays very little attention to the grumbling outside the door, whistling loudly while he bathes. Once he is certain that every ache has disappeared under the ministrations of hot water and strong soap, the halfling emerges from his bath, drying and donning leather armor and fresh clothing, which is all black, though comfortable and clean. Slipping his satchel over his head, Milo makes it a point to be sheathing his sword just as the door is opening for him to leave. Nodding to the grumbling crowd outside the door, he continues to whistle as he proceeds to the common room. Sitting right next to Shadrach the halfling looks up at his bleary eyed friend, winks, and smiles at the Bonze, "Why Shadrach... you look like Donyra himself... or is it herself... the gods are a confusing lot aren't they?" Turning to the rest of the table... "So, what's for breakfast?" then conspiratorially under his hand to his friends, "If you look miserable, and suspicious, folks will suspect you." The halfling nods, and places an order with the waiting staff for some of those eggs, bacon, and beans.
Ingrge d20=6 d20=18 Wednesday December 6th, 2000 6:41:07 PM
Having relieved K'narra, Ingrge sits and watches his stricken companion with a worried look. Every now and again he feels the niggle of the armor trying to insinuate itself in to Ingrge's mind. *Hmm, maybe we don't have to destroy it. Maybe it should be given to a temple for study?*
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Ingrge realizes that perhaps he is not as focussed as he should be and once again starts thinking about their upcoming mission and their newest party member.
As people wake and start going about their morning chores, Ingrge suggests that they have breakfast sent in to their rooms and not go in to the public room.
K'nara Thursday December 7th, 2000 6:02:38 AM
The leader of the Tines returned to where Olana was being guarded in time to see the ranger wake up, confused and weak.
"We will eat breakfast and then help you with your armor, Olana." K'nara told the bound elf, then nodded to Fluet. "Untie her and let's go." She turned and joined the others for breakfast, not talking much either to the gregarious Clegg or to the others of her group, anxious to get them over to the temple of Alemi as soon as possible, that the cursed armor be properly taken care of once and for all.
Olana Thursday December 7th, 2000 10:38:00 AM
The elf holds out her hands and feet to be untied, looking somewhat bewildered at Fluet's comment about killing everyone. Smiling weakly at K'Nara, she says - "I'll be alright.. I'll be alright."
DM Jan (The Next Day) Thursday December 7th, 2000 10:57:10 AM
Breakfast over with, Cherry beckons everyone into the room where Olana, K'Nara and Ingrge are - and makes sure everyone knows where the Temple is situated. She then disappears momentarily into the kitchen, returning with a big plate of sausages for those who havent eaten. Clegg pokes Shad in the ribs and exclaims "You look how I feel!" "We need to pay a visit to the wizard," he says then to no one in particular, an evil grin appearing.
Cherry is concerned that Olana doesn't have an elf tag. "What if she's caught in the streets?" she exclaims.
Out in the tavern, Fig didn't notice anyone paying any interest to his own group. They were too busy gossiping and wondering and gossiping some more. There is a lot of to-ing and fro-ing in the tavern now - as people walk past carrying bundles of their belongings, ready to move on.
Cherry's directions to the Temple coincide with what Emerald locals remember. It's north west on the main thoroughfare alongside hotels and stores used by visitors. In fact they passed it by as they moved further into the City on their way to the Stinking Hole.
Outside, the City is already bustling as people start to go about their business. It is a sunny day - and the air is fresh after the previous night's rain. Behind the tavern, cries can be heard coming from the docks as boats are manouvered here and there.
Figment Thursday December 7th, 2000 11:20:42 AM
Once done eating the mage returns to the room and mentions to everyone "I think we have a problem. The locals know of the raid last night and there is no additional guard activity in the city. I fear the lizard knows of us already somehow and is tracking us - or is looking for a way to track us without us knowing. Any ideas on this? Perhaps we should ask those we are going to meet with if they can detect if we are being watched?". Turning to Cherry, "Do you have any friends where we are going this morning - our first destination I mean?".
Flueterflam Thursday December 7th, 2000 12:00:01 PM
Fluet begins untieing her. He was hesitant because he wasn't sure if it was ok with everyone else. But when K'nara told him, he felt more assured that things were getting better. While untieing Olana, "I'm really sorry about all this. Maybe I can tell you sometime after all this is over with. I think you'll be more likely to understand better then. And please don't be mad at us. We only did it to protect all of us, including you." For the next few hours, Fluet appears somber and even guilty looking. The bard appears as if he blames himself for everything that happened.
Dakar Thursday December 7th, 2000 1:08:14 PM
"I dinnae like any of this" states the dwarf, breaking his long silence. "I dinnae like it at all... Magic, guards, prisons. Things bode ill, but now I sound too much like the Bonze, do I not?" he forces a chuckle and looks down, obviously troubled.
Milo Thursday December 7th, 2000 4:06:13 PM
After eating a good sized breakfast for someone his size, Milo seems thoughtful, though untroubled, "If my opinion counts... I think that 'you-know-who' doesn't know a thing... I think he is waiting for us to slip up." Quietly... "Its not like we left anybody breathing back there... if the P-man wanted to catch us... he is waiting for us to get cocky, stupid, and sloppy... so lets just be as careful as usual... and we should be just fine.." Milo's thoughtful expression grows troubled, "I have some theories about our current circumstances, but I don't want to speak them in our present company." Milo looks hard a Clegg, and then reaches to grasp his rope back from Fleuterflam.
Ingrge Thursday December 7th, 2000 7:15:08 PM
Kind of glum and quieter than usual, Ingrge eats and listens, not really saying anything and continually looking more and more pensive.
Shadrach Thursday December 7th, 2000 7:48:10 PM
Still keeping a worrisome eye on Clegg, Shad went to K'Nara. He whispered to her, "What about the stuff we picked off those guys? A Locate Object spell could detect something from that stash if it's unique enough. There could be plain clothes Obsidian looking through the streets. To say nothing if one of those things was like those scrying amulets old Greenie gave us last time. I say we leave the junk somewhere til we're ready to leave."
K'nara d20=4 Friday December 8th, 2000 6:23:02 AM
K'nara ate many of the sausages, knowing she was going to need the energy. Then she raised her eyebrows at Figment's information.
"Mmmm...it will pay to be cautious." the human bladesinger said, nodding. "We'll just have to make sure that Olana looks VERY ill, since we are taking her to the temple of Alemi to be...cured. Come here, Olana...I can work with some of the stuff that's lying around here..."
Using strips of cloth made from one of the pillowcases, K'nara "bandaged" Olana's head, using her skills to Disguise the elf. (OOC: made the Disguise skill check by 12.)
"All right, then..." the female fighter said, standing, "...we'll 'carry' our injured ranger to the temple, finish our business there as quickly as possible...and then pay a lovely little visit to that wizard. Nice and social. Ready? Let's go."
Olana Friday December 8th, 2000 10:41:52 AM
Still puzzled at what Fluet says, the elf lets herself be bandaged till she looks like a skinny human child with malnutrition and head injuries. Still, she felt better than she had for a while - sort of calm and lightheaded, although there was just some nagging feeling in the back of her mind... "My armour!" she exclaimed. What about my armour?"
DM Jan (The next Day) Friday December 8th, 2000 11:08:30 AM
Cherry looks toward Figment. "At the Temple you mean? Hmmm... I don't think so. There are no Tines there for sure." She offers to stow some of their gear while they're away. "I presume you're coming back here before going to the prison?" she asks.
Clegg "borrows" a cloak from some hapless traveler, wrapping it around himself to hide most of his features. His chatter becomes intense as he walks along. "Jail's easy once you get past the top level. Goes down in a spiral. Hardly anyone about. They're all up top feedin' their face in the guardroom." "Wizard's another matter. Goes by the name of Robas. One o' the top men in Parnoths high falutin' council. Heh."
In the streets, people go about their business, and apart from the occasional patrol, there's no evidence to suggest a manhunt is on. This may or may not be strange depending on one's interpretation of what was going on. Was Figment's paranoia well founded? Or maybe Milo was on the right track.
The streets near the Temple show evidence of more wealth, as people there wear better clothes, and some ride in carriages. It smells better too. Strange accents are heard, as merchents from other cities haggle amongst themselves. The Temple itself is set back a little, at the top of a dozen marble steps, between what looks like two better class hotels.
Figment Friday December 8th, 2000 1:22:08 PM
The mage winces as Cherry mentions their destination and the Tines. "My dear, please refrain from referring to our company or specific destinations as someone may be listening. Paranoid, perhaps, but I think justified in the case. Please write down a rendevous point for us to meet after we conclude the efforts with our friend here (glancing at Clegg).". Making sure to shield Clegg from seeing it, the mage makes sure it is seen by all in the party, and then destroys it. When Shad speaks to K'Nara, the mage mentions "There may be wisdom in Shad's words. Perhaps our destination will be able to aid us with our need.".
Shadrach Friday December 8th, 2000 6:25:16 PM
Shad walked along officiously, as if he were hired to guard these people.
Ingrge Friday December 8th, 2000 6:29:29 PM
Looking more and more nervous and uneasy as the group heads out, Ingrge finds some point to pull K'narra aside and in a very quiet voice says, I think I may have messed up. I didn't think it was wise to leave it behind, and I was careful that nothing else including myself was seen and it has been packed away since then but I may be the reason there is no search party looking for the culprits that attacked the obsideon.
Milo Monday December 11th, 2000 10:35:54 AM
Packing his rope away into his backpack, and securing his other possessions, Milo gives his pack to Cherry to hold onto while he is out and about... to Cherry, "Could you have the washing person here clean these for me..." Milo hands Cherry his dirty laundry rolled into a tight ball and tied at one end. Without further ado, the halfling falls in behind his friends, and quietly trails their progress through the city.
Olana Monday December 11th, 2000 10:56:25 AM
The elf wanders along with the others in a daze. How did she get here? What were they doing? It's like she had been in a dream world for a while. She stuck close, feeling a little agrophobic.
DM Jan (Out in the City) Monday December 11th, 2000 11:05:32 AM
Cherry had nodded at Figment back at the Heated Cross and had scribbled on some paper - 'HC - look for 2 lamps in upper right window.'
On the steps of the Temple is one of the priests, who is talking to a poorly clad elf sweeping the marble stairway. He is a middle-aged man, wearing pale robes, and has a red jewel hanging from a chain around his neck. On seeing the party he smiles and approaches. "Greetings," he says. "Have you come to pray?"
Figment d20=10 Monday December 11th, 2000 11:31:08 AM
The mage smiles at the priest and looks at the jewel on his neck. He compares it to the one around the neck of the female priest they met back in the elven village to see if it identical or similar (i.e. the marker of Alemi - Int by 8). Either way he looks around and hopes they can move inside quickly and get out of the street. He looks to K'Nara to speak the priest.
Flueterflam Monday December 11th, 2000 7:11:42 PM
Fluet twiddles his thumbs, lost in his own thoughts.
Shadrach Monday December 11th, 2000 9:07:27 PM
He frowned, wondering if the priest would squeal to the authorities once he noticed Olana's lack of tag. Something to ask that elf about, maybe.
K'nara Tuesday December 12th, 2000 6:50:34 AM
The tall human female stepped forward, bowing.
"We would ask that you see what ails our young friend here...mayhap it is a curse of some kind that only your order may remove..?" K'nara said, then shrugged. "I know not--but I do think that such a possibility is better explored in private, holy one...if you'd please."
Olana Tuesday December 12th, 2000 4:00:50 PM
Olana starts to look back and forth. What were the priests going to do? Maybe she should make a run for it. And where was her armour? She felt naked without it. Trust - it was something that seemed to ebb and flow....
DM Jan (In the City) Tuesday December 12th, 2000 4:15:36 PM
"A curse?" says the priest with a raised eyebrow. "Oh dear, oh dear...." Beckoning to them, he adds. "Come with me. Let's see what we can do," and leads them up the steps.
The elf sweeper watches them pass, curiosity etched on his face.
"What are we doin' 'ere?" grumbles Clegg, shuffling from one foot to the other. "Bunch o' charlatans this lot are anyway. Priests. What did priests ever do, eh? Eh?"
At the top of the steps are two pillars and a pathway which lead to a quadrangle with a fountain in the middle. Fern-like plants grow here and there - giving the place an aura of quiet and calm. Somewhere, the quiet murmurs of praying can be heard. There is a smell of incense.
"Now," said the priest. "Who is the troubled one?" Figment noted that the man's holy symbol was remarkably similar to what Lorna wore, back at the elven village.
Figment Tuesday December 12th, 2000 4:43:57 PM
The mage watches as the priest moves around. He keeps a close eye on the goings on around the temple. He guides the priest away from the others - specifically Olana and Clegg - and in a low voice so those 2 cannot hear says "My dear sir, we have discovered an item which this poor soul (glances back at Olana) wore that has been imbued with the soul of a drow Matron. It nearly took her over but we were able to get it off her. Now, it has left her mind scarred. We respectfully request two things of you: That you check her for residual effects and cure her if she has any, and to take the armour from us and dispose of it as you will. We will be more than happy to make a handsome tribute to Alemi in return.".
Dakar Tuesday December 12th, 2000 6:20:58 PM
"Alemi is a just and fair god. Surely you can do something to help her. May the light of the gods of good shine upon the places and shadows that you walk in." States the dwarf. He seems a bit hesitant lately, more prone to say nothing when he cannot be pleasant... Or when he simply doesn't know what to do. "Argh, human lands... I shall never get used to them."
Ingrge Tuesday December 12th, 2000 7:00:58 PM
Walking along side of K'narra, Ingrge stays quiet as they talk with the priest.
Shadrach Tuesday December 12th, 2000 7:15:21 PM
Shad delayed outside and approached the elf the priest had been speaking to. "Excuse me, will you speak with me?"
Milo Tuesday December 12th, 2000 11:17:38 PM
Not having a great deal of practical knowledge regarding religion, Milo remains silent throughout the dealings with the priest of Alemi. Though being naturally curious, he remains close at hand, observing everthing that goes on.
Flueterflam Wednesday December 13th, 2000 1:30:02 AM
The bard wonders around the general area. He's just looking for something else to do. The whole priest thing just wasn't him.
K'nara Wednesday December 13th, 2000 7:00:06 AM
Keeping a steadying--and firm--grip on the ranger, the leader of the Emerald Talons left the explanations of their presence to Figment and Dakar, instead turning a sharp and rather glacial eye upon Clegg.
"We shall tend to YOUR business soon enough," she reminded him in a low voice, "We are here in order to make sure that--when we go do so--we'll be able to go meet your...former employer at full strength."
Olana Wednesday December 13th, 2000 11:20:01 AM
Olana starts to wail. "I don't wanna go.....let me out...please..." her eyes shift toward anyone she thinks might help her, Fluet in particular.
DM Jan (In the City) Wednesday December 13th, 2000 11:49:31 AM
The priest nods at Figment and Dakar. "Drow you say? Ah... a sorry part in the history of the elves. Would that we could help mend the breach, but alas the elves have always considered that to be their problem to solve, and their territory." He looks behind him for a moment and beckons. A moment later, two more priests arrive, younger and more able-bodied. "We'll deal with this the best we possibly can. As for donations - of course we ask for nothing, although all donations are very gratefully received. Our work must go on."
He gives a bow and then takes the armour, leaving the two other priests to take the crying Olana from K'Nara and follow him into the gloom of the temple.
Meanwhile - outside on the steps, the elf sweeper looks up at the imposing human bonze, before glancing around. He has that 'what have I done wrong?' look on his face. "What do you wish to know?" he asks. At that moment, a fat, shiny green beetle buzzes past lazily - disappearing into the crowd in a southerly direction.
After a while, the priest returns, along with Olana. She certainly looks a whole lot better, although the white streaks in her fair hair remain. The priest beckons to Figment and Dakar, leaving Olana with the others. "Your elf was indeed rather ill," he says quietly. "However - blessings and healing can work wonders. I think you'll find her demons have gone now. A few hearty meals and she'll be as right as rain." He hesitates for a moment before continuing. "The armour however. Hmmm... interesting. We could detect no evil upon it, in fact it was difficult to discover anything about it whatsoever. That's unusual I'd say. Maybe part of it's magic includes an extremely good shield. To most - it seems as harmless as that plant over there. Very interesting indeed. I would ask that we keep it here, under lock and key of course - for further study. Something is obviously wrong if it affected the elf in that manner." He shrugged. "If all else fails - then maybe we shoud destroy it. That's if you don't mind."
Stood next to K'Nara, Clegg rolls his eyes and then says to the warrior - in a put on naughty boy tone - "Okay - can we GO now?"
Shadrach Wednesday December 13th, 2000 1:15:25 PM
"Are the priests of Alemi sympathetic to the elves here?" Shahd asked the elf, his eyes tracking the beetle.
Figment Wednesday December 13th, 2000 2:37:56 PM
The mage bows to the priest. "We thank you for helping our friend. The armour is indeed powerful. I would strongly suggest you keep your initiates clear of it as it casts spells. It tried to get to me last night but I resisted it's charm. Your fellow priests might not be so fortunate. I would also strongly recommend you destroy it immediately and not try to understand it. Perhaps a prayer to Alemi or one of his minions might allow you insight into how to proceed? As for our friend, your help is appreciated a great deal.". The mage offers a bag of 20 gp to the priest. "Alemi is good in ANY locale, we hope our small gift allows you to further his work in this place. We have one other request of you before we leave. We feel as if we are being watched. Maybe even scryed upon. Is it possible for you to detect such things and if so, would you? We do not wish trouble in this town, but we fear we may be the focus of an attack of some kind by some unfriendlies. Perhaps an item we carry or something we've touched recently has left an aura...". The mage trails off his words and lets the priest form his own conclusions.
Flueterflam Wednesday December 13th, 2000 2:46:42 PM
Hearing the priest talk, Fluet barges into the conversation, "Feel free to destroy that thing at any time. I don't think any of us will miss it or it's effects." Then the bard strolls over towards the elf. He appears happier and much more friendly, in general, when she returns obviously better. "You look kinda cute with those streaks." The bard winks at her rather sexually, and then walks over to Shad to see what he's talking about.
Ingrge Wednesday December 13th, 2000 7:46:41 PM
Keeping toward the fringes of the group and the going ons and only steps forward when Figment profers the donation. "Here let me take care of that My friend. Moments later Ingrge profers a bag of his own. After giving the bag to the priest, Ingrge steps back toward the fringes watching Clegg and K'narra.
Milo Wednesday December 13th, 2000 10:37:32 PM
As everybody else seems to have concluded there business with the priest of Alemi, Milo steps humbly up to the human and asks if he may speak with him privately for a moment. Assuming the priest agrees, the halfling speaks, "I see more and more these days that the gods play a prominent roll in the lives of those who I've come to call my friends... I was wondering, if it wasn't too much trouble, if I might ask of you a boon? I would like any book that you may have that explains Alemi and his role in the grand scheme of things. If I had the time, I would just stay and learn in person, but I have important business to settle just yet. I would be willing to make a generous donation to your church..." With that, Milo produces, from his satchel, a ruby (OOC: value 500 gp) but holds it so only he and the priest of Alemi can see.
K'nara Thursday December 14th, 2000 6:28:53 AM
The warrior woman all but ignored Clegg as she turned to Olana, her hazel eyes searching the elf's wan face.
"There--I told you we would take care of your armor, did I not?" she asks of the ranger with an ironic smile. "How are you feeling? Clegg is impatient to get his payment, and I would like to see him get his due as soon as possible...but only if you're feeling up to it, Olana."
Olana Thursday December 14th, 2000 11:07:37 AM
Olana nodded at K'Nara and smiled apologetically. "I'll be okay. Honest. And thank you." Glancing at the others she said. "I.. I'm not quite sure what really happened. But I know I became a problem, and I'm sorry." She gave a solemn bow to the priest and then set to - checking herself over, reclaiming any weapons etc, and getting herself ready to be part of the team once more. "Cute, huh?" she said to Fluet, cracking the first grin in days.
DM Jan (In the City) Thursday December 14th, 2000 11:34:44 AM
While K'Nara talks to the rejuvenated elf, the priest accepts any donations given to him graciously. At Figment's comment about being watched, he looks around for a moment before answering. "You must be new to our fair City," he says guardedly before glancing pointedly at Ingrge. "Our protector The Dragon watches over us all. It is something we get used to after a while, although it must seem strange to a visitor." Addressing everyone he says - "You have the blessings of Alemi. May you tread carefully, and witness many sunsets. As for the armour - I will see to it's destruction."
With that he moves off, only to be stopped by Milo. "I think we may have such a tome," he replies. "And your donation is 'most' generous. If you wish to join the priesthood you must come and talk with me some time." A small book, covered in ancient cracked leather is found and handed to the halfling.
Outside, the elf leans on his broomstick. "It's better than most places," he says in answer to Shad's question. "You get fed, and you don't get beaten." Shad notes that the beetle buzzed off vaguely in the direction the party had all come from. They are joined by a fidgeting Clegg who's eager to be off.
Shadrach Thursday December 14th, 2000 4:20:42 PM
Shad gave the elf a gold. "Thanks!" He joined his companions inside. "I think we should go. I saw one of those green beetles heading the way we came."
Figment Thursday December 14th, 2000 4:23:26 PM
The mage smiles and nods at the priest knowing that they will get no help from them on the scrying. As they leave the mage says "I guess we'll just have to take our chances. Let's get this over with. It's good to see you more yourself, Olana. I missed your cheerful smile.". The mage, however, keeps a close eye on her progress. Especially as they leave the armor behind since she heard it was going to be destroyed.
Figment Thursday December 14th, 2000 5:13:46 PM
When the mage hears about the beetle he says "Did it see Clegg? I'm sure they'll be out in force looking for him. Which way did it go?".
Milo Thursday December 14th, 2000 7:29:13 PM
Milo gets a queer expression on his face at the mention of joining the priesthood, "Thanks... I'll keep that in... mind." Carefully placing the aged book into his satchel the halfling rejoins the group, though he has an introspective look on his face...
K'nara Friday December 15th, 2000 6:27:07 AM
The female fighter glanced around at her comrades.
"If we're all done here now," she said to them, "We've got work to do. Let's get going." Now K'nara turned to Clegg and gave him a short bow. "G'head...show us the money...or, rather, the way to the wizard's." She followed the escapee out of the temple.
Olana Friday December 15th, 2000 10:48:17 AM
The elf thanks everyone and smiles. "I'm going to be okay," she assures them all. As they travel through the City, she will look out for somewhere to buy a set of leather armour. She stays huddled in her cloak as they travel however, and whispers to Ingrge. "How did you get that tag? I suppose the less I show myself the better. I need some more armour. I've got money, but I don't know whether I should buy it or not. What do you think would happen if I'm seen without a tag?"
DM Jan (In the City) Friday December 15th, 2000 11:03:01 AM
The elf looks at the gold in shock, and thanks Shad profusely.
It is now around lunchtime, and the surrounding streets are busy. People are on foot and in carriages, making progress difficult in this particular area. Clegg ducks and dives, leading everyone through the throng in a northerly direction. There are plenty of stores around.
After about half an hour's walking, after the main street heading out of the City is crossed, he leads everyone through the garden district, and into what is obviously the better part of town. Here the houses have three storeys at least, and are of better construction. High walls surround many of them. Clegg's swagger becomes less noticable, and he seems to becoming more nervous at every step. "Er.... maybe we need a plan," he says, stopping at a junction. "I'm open to suggestions."
Figment Friday December 15th, 2000 12:30:26 PM
Seeing Olana move on from her old armor, the mage smiles. He whispers back to her "I would recommend against entering a store, my dear. I doubt they allow elves to arm themselves here anyway. I think we should move on and get this done, and maybe we can find you something to cover up your ears with along the way.".
Milo Friday December 15th, 2000 4:21:59 PM
With the light of an idea filling his eyes, Milo steps quickly over to Olana... "Here, take this, it only works once a day, but I think it'll do the trick..." Milo is holding up his ring... "You have but to concentrate for a moment, and you'll be invisible... Take care what you do after that however... Any hostile action will dispell the enchantment, and the ring will be useless until the next day..." With that, Milo takes a firm, but gentle hold of her hand, and slips the ring on her finger... blushing, "Um... you can borrow it till we get outta here... " The halfling turns to slink off to the back of the group.
Dakar Friday December 15th, 2000 5:48:04 PM
"I am, as is well known, Never adverse to sheer force of arms" Smiles the dwarf. Happily things are turning out well for him... He seems to be reattaching to the world around him, and slowly merging into the city... although an air of disgust still surrounds him
Ingrge Friday December 15th, 2000 7:51:38 PM
As Olanna asks him about his tag, Ingrge looks down at it and with a light frown on his face says, I had it placed there legally. It seems that I am in reality right now someone else. At least according to the tag. I will see what i can do to find one for you.
Flueterflam Saturday December 16th, 2000 2:30:45 AM
Fluet waits around for a decision on where to go. He whistles merrily to himself.
K'nara Saturday December 16th, 2000 7:45:06 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons eyed the wizard's domicile, frowning in concentration.
"Milo...Fluet...you're probably the best ones to try to case the joint." she said firmly. "Go see what you can discover about it--you know, points of entry, anything that looks like it may be some kind of security precaution...the usual--and, especially, the UNusual." Looking around at the surrounding area, K'nara went on to add:
"We could try to ask the locals about what they know of the wizard...whether he goes out or has something delivered to him on a regular basis...or something that we might be able to use to our advantage." She glanced at Clegg.
"However...I think that Shadrach and Olana--with her hood drawn--should stay out of sight, along with Clegg...in case there's a patrol or something that may recognize either Olana as an untagged elf or Clegg from the jail."
Flueterflam Sunday December 17th, 2000 3:21:35 PM
Fluet nods to K'nara. Fluet waits for Milo to be ready, then heads off in the direction of the wizard. "When we get there, let's split up for about 20 minutes and meet somewhere and try to tell if either of us missed anything."
Olana Monday December 18th, 2000 11:03:10 AM
The elf nods at Ingrge and Fluet. "I suppose I'd better keep a very low profile." As Milo gives her the ring, she smiles. "Thank you Milo," she says. "This means a lot. I'll try and use it as a last resort - say if we're stopped and I'm likely to be a danger to everyone. I'll let you have it back as soon as we're through this."
DM Jan (In the City) Monday December 18th, 2000 11:27:28 AM
Clegg points out the building belonging to the wizard, which lies at the end of the street. "People won't talk to the likes of us round here," he tells K'Nara. "we're too scruffily dressed - except for him maybe." The man looks at Figment and then wrinkles his nose.
Those who go to look the building over find the following - A three storey house with no entry way or windows on three sides of the building on the ground floor. The fourth side however is enclosed by a 10ft high garden wall. Here - there is a very ornamental wrought iron gate, with shiny green metal beetles worked into it's design. A shiny brass plaque is also stuck on the front. Etched into it's surface is the following -
'A pox on hawkers and streetsellers! Tho'if you solve this riddle, maybe you have what interests me.'
'Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.'
below this - four symbols are carved which would be recognizable by a wizard as the signs for earth,fire, water and air.
Across from the front gate, are a row of charming little shops painted in jolly colours, displaying their wares in the windows - a sweet shop, a tailor, an entomologist, and a tobacconist.
Meanwhile, Clegg is still talking. "They say he never goes out. No one's ever seen him come outta that gate. I reckon he has a secret way, but I've never found it."
Flueterflam d20=3 Monday December 18th, 2000 12:37:38 PM
Fluet reads the plaque. "Hmmmm...sounds like wind or somethin'." He notes to himself the riddle and moves on to look for anything else. Find the gate to be the most prominent feature of the building, the bard finds his way to the opposite side. Speaking quietly to himself the whole while, "now if i was a wizard, i would do one of two things to get out unnoticed. Use a spell, or make people believe that where i leave, is opposite of where i really do. therefore, this side," as Fluet reaches the noted side, "must be the most obvious for some kind of secret or trick." He stands about at the center of the wall, resting his back upon it. He looks directly away from the house trying to note any strange things in the distance that stand out. (voluntary per, passed)
Dakar Monday December 18th, 2000 3:44:23 PM
"Seems quite simple to me." states the dwarf. "It's air." The dwarf points a chubby finger towards the symbol, tapping it slightly. "That's obvious for anyone to see that has a head on their shoulders..." He chuckles to himself and shakes his head, obviously in a more jovial mood.
Figment Monday December 18th, 2000 4:32:52 PM
The mage nods at Clegg's perception of the Talon's lack of fashion. "You may be correct in that, Clegg. However, I do not think asking the locals about this guy will yield too much information, unless they have seen him leave by means other than the fromt door. I also do not believe announcing ourselves at the front door will be very effective either - even if we guess his riddle correctly. I suspect we should be looking for a secret door, or figuring out how to fly over his place to look at it from the top. I'm afraid I do not have that magic as of yet. Tell you what, I'll walk around the shops and see if I can get any ideas from the store owners. Also, keep your eyes out for those green beetles.".
Milo Monday December 18th, 2000 5:39:51 PM
"Wind is definitely the answer... I think I had a cousin who had that riddle posed to him at one time... Anyhow, its my experience that wizards have there place well guarded... Look at the green beetles in the iron here... More than likely he is using those as some kind of magic sentry..." Milo puzzles over the entire structure, as he is moving back from the wrought iron gate, and examining the entrance... He also looks at the streets around the house for possible entrances into some kinda sewer system... He mutters to whomever is listening, "Perhaps he doesn't go in from this way at all, but from above..." he looks up to the roof, "Or below..." and continues his purusal of the grounds around the building.
Ingrge Monday December 18th, 2000 8:10:53 PM
Standing in the shadows, Ingrge plays with one of his belt pouches and awaits orders.
K'nara d20=13 Tuesday December 19th, 2000 7:04:00 AM
The female fighter stared at the inscription, barely able to read the fancy script. As for fathoming its meaning, K'nara shrugged. (OOC: missed her Intelligence check by 4.)
"I don't do riddles." she said aloud. "However, your answers that agree upon 'air' as being the right response...that DOES seem to make sense." The chestnut head tilted to one side as she sifted tactics through her nearly-overtaxed brain.
"If guessing that riddle manages to open the gate, I suppose that's the best way for us to go inside." she added, frowning.
Figment d20=1 Tuesday December 19th, 2000 10:53:25 AM
The mage evaluates the guesses and carefully considers the riddle himself (Int by 17!).
Olana Tuesday December 19th, 2000 10:57:51 AM
Keeping her cloak tightly around her, and useless at riddles, Olana instead keeps her eyes on the streets for any trouble and glances in the shop windows to see if anyone is peeping out and watching.
DM Jan (In the City) Tuesday December 19th, 2000 11:21:02 AM
Fluet's perusal of the rear of the building reveals nothing out of the ordinary. The wall he leans on seems smooth and impenetrable, and the street ahead of him seems to contain nothing but other houses with similar walls.
Looking up, Milo can see a few tree tops perching over the garden wall, and beyond that - the house - where all the windows seem to have their curtains firmly closed. The roof looks like - a roof. At ground level - the street looks tidy and well swept. There are no grates or manholes nearby.
As Figment crosses to the little shops, he sees the following in the shop windows- The sweet shop has a colourful display of gumdrops and jelly beans in tiny baskets. The tailor has a rather grand looking men's coat draped on a mannequin, worked in navy blue silk with ivory lace peeping from collar and cuff. The entomologist has a display of beautiful butterlies, beetles and other strange insects, mounted and displayed in tiny glass-fronted boxes. The tobacconist has a rack of wonderfully carved pipes and there is rich aroma of pipe tobacco coming from the door.
Because of the reflection of daylight in the windows, Olana cannot see whether anyone is looking out or not.
At the gate, Clegg hisses urgently to Dakar "Noooooo!! Don't touch -" and then " - oh!" as the door swings open silently. With a nervous twitch he adds, "I tried that - blew me straight across the street. Heh. Must have pressed the wrong thing. Heh." He winks at K'Nara and cranes his neck - trying to look beyond the gate.
Figment Tuesday December 19th, 2000 11:47:08 AM
The mage pleasantly smiles at the shopkeepers as he passes. When done he goes to the gate with the others and follws them through.
Flueterflam d20=18 Tuesday December 19th, 2000 11:48:31 AM
Fluet, seeing nothing unusual, turns toward the wall. Though it seems impeneratable, he decides to search it anyway. He places his hands against the wall first, to get the feeling of the wall. Then he runs his hands along it, just to make sure that looks aren't deceiving. Anything that seems just slightly out of place, he studies for a few minutes, just to see if his mind was playing a trick on him, or if he really found something strange. (voluntary per check failed)
Flueterflam Tuesday December 19th, 2000 11:55:53 AM
After the bard checks the wall and is thoroughly satisfied he didn't miss anything (although he might have!), he walks over to the vendors. Fluet doesn't associate with any of his party, acting as though he were by himself. He takes note of the vendor with the beetles, but moves on to the tobacco vendor. "So, I hear some strange things have been taking place. I just arrived in town a few days ago and was wondering if I could catch up on the news around here." While he waits for a reply, he glances at the entomologist to see if the man is watching the gate and his party.
Ingrge Tuesday December 19th, 2000 5:25:24 PM
As Ingrge watches the others, and plays with his pouch, a satisfied smirk touches on his mouth. Hoping that he hasn't caused any major difficulties for anyone, he strolls up to K'narra a smile flirting with his lips. So, who gets to be the Bad Cop this time?
Milo d20=8 d100=18 Tuesday December 19th, 2000 6:22:09 PM
Stepping quickly past the open gates, Milo examines his immediate surroundings for any sign of an ambush (OOC: Int roll at 8). Then, continuing to remain alert to his surroundings, Milo slides off into the shadows, and looks about for any obvious entrances to the main building structure.
K'nara Wednesday December 20th, 2000 6:43:23 AM
"We'll wait and see, Ingrge--" the human female replied to the elf, "--who knows...from Clegg's description of the wizard, we may have to both be the Bad Cop." She winked and then gestured for everyone to go through the open gate.
"Might as well enter like peddlars," K'nara said, stepping through, "After all...we ARE coming to collect on a debt owed...to Clegg here, that is."
Olana Wednesday December 20th, 2000 11:11:28 AM
The elf moves forward as K'Nara beckons. "That shop selling those insects... don't you think thats kind of strange?" she says, with a puzzled expression. "I mean who'd be interested in that kind of thing except for -" She makes a gesture toward the house they are entering.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Wednesday December 20th, 2000 11:35:59 AM
None of the shopkeepers are outside their stores or near the windows. Most of them have signs in the door that say "OPEN" - but their doors are shut, and its difficult to see inside because of the surrounding daylight. ((Figment,Olana, and Fluet - roll under INT, to notice movement inside one of them.))
Occasionally, there is the clatter of a horse and carriage passing the end of the street, but other than that - it's very quiet.
Just inside the gate of the wizard's house - is a 10ft x 10ft stone square, inlaid with two strange patterns, one on the left, one on the right. This has to be stood on, in order to enter the garden. Beyond that - the path extends straight toward the house. It is coloured in horizontal stripes - alternately green, then yellow - about a foot wide. At the end of the path - 4 steps rise to the door - and there, sat either side of the door are two huge - HUGE - stone dog statues wearing spiked collars. On the left- a dog wears a green coloured tag - the other on the right - a yellow.
Surrounding the path is a mass of squat green shrubbery with nasty spikes. There are also fruit trees here and there, rising up out of the tangled ground cover. Clegg is getting more nervous by the minute.
Figment d20=19 d20=17 Wednesday December 20th, 2000 12:23:07 PM
The mage does not notice anything in the stores (Failed Int). He moves on with the others. "I suspect we are detected at this point so I would suggest that we parlay before we 'encourage' cooperation.". The mage examines the patterns to see if he can make out what they are (Int by 1).
Dakar d20=12 Wednesday December 20th, 2000 4:58:18 PM
"I don't see anything here." States the dwarf (failed int by 3). "Let me take point, whatever's thrown out won't be tough enough to level me." He hoists up his axe and trundles forward, past the stone dogs, seeming to address this as he would any other dungeon crawl.
Ingrge Wednesday December 20th, 2000 6:17:21 PM
Hey Dakar, Hold up a moment I think that our friend Clegg here ought to take point as he has been here before and besides it is his money we are here to help him collect.
Shadrach Wednesday December 20th, 2000 6:59:37 PM
He shrugged as K'Nara ordered them forward and kept pace with Clegg. "Ugly tile pattern. Wish I prayed for magical detection this morning. Anybody see a doorbell? Maybe we don't HAVE to beat him up."
Flueterflam d20=11 d20=8 Wednesday December 20th, 2000 9:59:23 PM
Fluet is close enough to notice whether any action is taking place in the shops. (Made INT by 3) The bard decides not to join the group, and walks inside each of the nearest stores, one by one. He looks around, acting interested in the wares, BUT taking careful notes any strange behavior from the shopkeep. (vol per , made by 6)
K'nara d20=5 Thursday December 21st, 2000 7:01:55 AM
K'nara frowned in concentration when she digested Olana's observation.
"D'you think that there may be something this bug-seller may have to tell us about those kinda-magic green bugs that we've been coming across..?" she asked, then scanned the pathway--AND those huge stone dogs--with sharp hazel eyes. "THIS wizard sounds like the type to have at least one or two magic safeguards in place...IS there some kind of doorbell around here..?" She looked around, fighting the urge to draw Lucia from its scabbard on her back.
Olana Thursday December 21st, 2000 11:12:40 AM
The elf nods at K'Nara. "That's what I'm guessing. He could even have part ownership in it or something. You see I would have expected a jewelers maybe, in an area like this, not a bug store." Seeing Fluet go in the stores, she hisses "Careful!" at him.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Thursday December 21st, 2000 11:33:09 AM
Neither at the gate, or by the door, is there any sign of a doorbell, or anything else that might obviously attract the house occupant's attention.
As Figment examines the patterns on the stone, he sees hidden within them a couple of sigils, possible safety wards, only identifiable by a wizard who spends hours studying these things. Clegg rubs his chin. "Ya know come to think of it, when I came here last I saw him crouch down and draw something on those - oh %%$#&!!!! (<---well known human expletive)." For a moment he stands bug-eyed, then hides behind the tall figure of Shadrach, clutching the bonze's robes like a frightened child.
The reason for his fright becomes apparant. Ingrge's warning comes too late as Dakar steps forward, his feet landing on the yellow tiles, then the green - there is movement up ahead by the door. The huge stone animals open their eyelids to reveal the blackest of eyes, and they begin to move. ((You have 1 round until they are upon you - fight or flight time. If you choose to fight you have init, but it's missile combat only until the next round.))
Across the street at the stores - When Fluet enters the Entomologist, he finds a tall, slender man stood there, with long grey hair and wearing a long navy blue apron. He had been standing at the window looking out toward the house. On seeing Fluet, he narrows his eyes and peers snootily over pince-nez, perched on the end of his nose. "We're CLOSED!" snaps the man, before hurrying behind the counter. He disappears quickly through a door, slamming it behind him.
Dakar Thursday December 21st, 2000 2:24:49 PM
"AH HA!" yells the dwarf. "And thus, the fray is joined!" He grins and drops into a waiting position, imposing himself between one of the dogs and the rest of the party and gesturing to it with a look of sadistic glee on his face. "I shall turn you into rubble, mindless one, fear the wrath of the battle god!" A brief chant, and a halo of energy surrounds Dakar as he invokes the blessing of his god around him (protection from evil).
Milo Thursday December 21st, 2000 3:32:43 PM
Milo remains to the rear of the group, staying hidden in the shadows as the dogs animate. The burglar swears silently to himself for not noticing so obvious a trap, and silently draws his short sword, prepared to help his friends out, though staying put in the hopes that he might be able to get at the backs of one of the mage's guardians.
Figment Thursday December 21st, 2000 3:56:33 PM
The mage scowls at Clegg. "You might want to remember those kinds of details a little more quickly next time.". He turns, prepares to use his wand, and allows the fighter types to pass him (i.e. get between him and the dogs). He fires at the dog with the green collar using the fruit trees and the house as anchors. He makes sure not to block the door with it.
Flueterflam Thursday December 21st, 2000 5:12:51 PM
Fluet quickly takes off in pursuit of the man. "If you take a second to talk to me, then we both may be better off!!!"
Shadrach d8=1 Thursday December 21st, 2000 11:43:29 PM
"Never would've expected a wizard to guard his house magically!" Shad commented sarcastically. He bowed his head and whispered a prayer to Donyra (Aid, +1 to hp).
K'nara Friday December 22nd, 2000 6:41:05 AM
(OOC: are we doing this as 2nd Edition or as 3rd Edition? We never DID get the call to convert our characters to 3ed, you know...)
"SonuvaB--" the female fighter began to swear, then cut herself off as she immediately reached over her right shoulder for her sheathed sword, addressing the halfling in the party: "Milo--we'll try to keep these...things...engaged--you skirt around the battle and see if you can't open the door into the house--the rest of us will fight for as long as we can and either run for the doors when you open 'em...or out to the street if these dogs kick our butts too hard..." K'nara's bastard sword cleared the tooled scabbard and she automatically fell into her combat-ready stance taught to her by her elven mentors.
Domi, guide my hand... the human bladesinger thought to herself as the stone creatures drew closer and she readied for battle.
Ingrge d20=12 d20=20 d20=5 d6=2 Friday December 22nd, 2000 9:55:14 AM
(Actually Donna, we did get the call but we havent all complied it seems so I would guess we are still 2E at the moment.)
With a heavy sigh as the Dwarf wades in to the obvious protected area, Ingrge draws his bow and quickly fires off 2 silver arrows at the green collared one (AC 1 & AC -7 for 4 & 8 points)
Olana d20+1=4 d20+1=9 Friday December 22nd, 2000 11:09:26 AM
The elf frowns as the dogs animate and approach. Taking her bow, she fires 2 arrows at the beast with the yellow collar, only to see them whistle past. "Fluet's not come out!" she exclaims while re-loading.
DM Jan (The Wizard's House) d100=64 d100=42 d20=12 d20=18 d8+1=6 Friday December 22nd, 2000 11:54:40 AM
(It becomes 3rd Edn when I say so. Don't worry - you're about to get the call. We'll try and switch this thing over Christmas.)
The canine stone guardians lumber forward. Their hard, stone hides (AC 2) gleam in the sunlight, and Dakar is near enough now to see they are covered in runes.
The yellow collared one rears up, swiping at the dwarf with massive paws, connecting with one of them for a bludgeoning 6 DAM.
The green one is stopped in it's tracks by Figment's web, but by sheer weight, it's gonna break outta there in 2 rounds. Ingrge's arrows hit the beast well, but after 2 'dink dink' sounds - the arrows fall to the ground, leaving the stone with hardly a scratch.
Because of the tight prickly foliage, there's no way Milo will get around with cutting his feet to ribbons. Clegg is hanging on to Shad for dear life, yelling - "Why are they fighting?? Why aren't we running??"
Meanwhile - over at the Entomologist - Fluet follows the man into a back room. This room carries the sound of buzzing and skittering, and the bard see's cage after cage of a myriad of different insects. The is no sign of the man, but off to the left is a curtain. It's moving slightly as though someone passed throu.
Figment d20=12 Friday December 22nd, 2000 12:13:36 PM
The mage moves over to the green symbol on the 10' square and attempts to decipher it and figure out a way to dispel or 'turn off' the creatures (Int by 6).
Flueterflam Friday December 22nd, 2000 12:26:57 PM
The bard jumps through the curtain, yelling. "WAIT!!!!!!!!!! It's IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!"
Ingrge d20=17 Friday December 22nd, 2000 2:58:05 PM
Watching as his arrows bounce off the now living statue, Ingrge mutters "I was afraid of that. Dropping his bow Ingrge takes a moment and casts "Blindness" on the green collared one.
Milo d20=19 d20=3 d6+1=3 Friday December 22nd, 2000 7:51:47 PM
"No can do boss... the plantlife is too conveniently placed here," As Milo steps suddenly out of the shadows, striking at the nearest dog's flank with his shortsword. (OOC: AC -2 for 3hps)
Bellowing with pain the dwarf swings his axe in two broad strokes (AC -1, ac 5, 14 and 8 damage respectively) hoping to chip away at the stonework while beginning his dwarvish battle chant.
Shadrach d20+3=19 d6+5=8 Sunday December 24th, 2000 8:10:38 PM
The big Bonze laughed and stepped forward, swinging strongly at the yellow-collared dog on Dakar(AC-1, D8). "'Cuz adventurer's like a bull! Adversity just makes him more determined!"
K'nara Monday December 25th, 2000 8:34:40 AM "Lucia!!!" yelled K'nara, causing her sword to spring to flaming life. Then she stepped forward, intending to cover Figment as the mage pondered the way to possibly shut down the stone sentries. (OOC: I do believe that the dogs aren't within melee range just yet, so she'll wait for that.)
Olana d20+1=6 d20+1=9 Monday December 25th, 2000 12:20:51 PM
The elf fires two more arrows at the yellow coloured stone beast, growling with disappointment as they fly straight past again. Obiviously she was not yet back up to full strength and her usual accuracy. Then - "I'll be back in two shakes of a lambs tail! I'll just stick my head around the door of that shop - make sure Fluet's alright." she yells, leaping toward the shop door across the street.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) d20=19 d20=17 d8+1=2 d8+1=4 Monday December 25th, 2000 12:36:25 PM
Milo's, Dakar's and Shad's attacks all make a nice *dink *dink *dink sounds against the creatures, and very slight chips are made in the stonework. There is also a crunching sound, as the massive green-collared stone dog starts ripping its way out of the web. (One more round - and it's out.) The yellow dog lashes out with two heavy stone paws - clipping Milo for 2dam, and Dakar for 4dam.
Ingrge is unable to tell if his spell has worked as yet. As Figment crouches to examine the left sigil - he notices slightly beyond it, on the first green horizontal stripe on the path ahead - marks have been made in chalk and then rubbed away.
Olana can see no one in the shop - but a rear door is open, and the sound of buzzing is coming from beyond it.
Meanwhile - beyond the door, and the curtain in the back room of the shop, Fluet sees steps going down into the gloom. There is also a faint smell of sewers.
Shadrach d20+3=21 d6+5=11 Monday December 25th, 2000 9:49:01 PM
Whistling cheerfully, Shad whirled and hit the yellow-collared dog on the other side (AC-3,D11).
K'nara d20+4=19 d12+4=11 Tuesday December 26th, 2000 6:10:36 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons danced up to the yellow-collared giant dog and whacked at it with her flaming blade (hit AC -3 for 11hp damage).
"Milo--try to get the front door open--and be careful..!" urged K'nara once more. Then she returned her attention to the magical statue with which she was engaged in combat.
Dakar d20=19 d10+6=10 Tuesday December 26th, 2000 1:41:06 PM
Dakar again swung heavily into his adversary, landing another chipping blow on it, while diving deeper into his song of battle. "Mayhaps we should... Retire from this combat if we make no more headway in the next few strokes?" the dwarf suggests. It obviously pains him to do so, but then his eyes gleam momentarily. "I shall stay here to cover your retreat. I will fend off these hell-borne creatures til my last breath." His eyes alight with inner fury, and he seems briefly renewed, his song crescendoing to new heights as the blood streams from his wounds. "TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE!"
Figment d20=2 Tuesday December 26th, 2000 11:59:46 PM
The mage quickly looks around for any sign of a piece of chalk as he opens his pack. He rummages through and pulls out his quill and ink well (assuming he sees no chalk), and begins to carefully retrace the sigil as exactly as possible (Int by 16!).
Milo d20=16 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 3:10:47 AM
Feeling both heroic, and stupid, Milo sheaths his weapon, and attempts to charge past the stone dog in a series of cartwheels and flips. (OOC: Made my Tumbling roll by 1)
Ingrge d20=7 d20=12 d20=8 d20=20 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 8:59:35 AM
After casting his spell Ingrge, knowing he has little else that can help in this situation, starts looking around for a possible way of turning these guys off. (Looking for anything that might possibly be a trigger or switch etc. if anything similar is located will try triggering it with something other than my hand and from a short distance away. 3 perception rolls all made and one to hit roll if necessary.)
Olana Wednesday December 27th, 2000 10:50:33 AM
The elf runs into the back of the shop, sword removed from its scabbard, looking for clues as to where Fluet has gone.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) d20=10 d20=1 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 11:08:13 AM
Shad, K'Nara and Dakar attack the yellow collared stone dog as it rears yet again, preparing to strike. Small chips are made in the stone and K'Nara's sword leaves a decorative sooty mark on its flank.
There is a loud RIIIIIIP!! sound as the green collared stone guardian finally breaks free of the web. It steps out, its heavy paws rearing to strike. Then something strange happens. As Figment traces the sigil on the green stripe, the creature grinds to a halt, and finally freezes, reared up on hind legs. It is now as still as a statue.
Milo rolls right into it, and will have to crawl through its legs to get beyond. He is now out of range of the yellow collared dog.
Ingrge can see another sigil within the pattern on the right side of the stone square, and has noticed what Figment did on the left side.
Old Yeller(-collar) twists and swipes at its other attackers - K'Nara and Shad - barely missing K'Nara, swinging wide of Shad, but preparing to deliver more blows.
While all this is going on, the brave Clegg is crouched by the gate - jibbering merrily - his former swagger somewhat subdued.
Meanwhile - in the shop - Olana also sees the massive insect collection in the back room - skittering and chittering in their small cages, and catches the sight of Fluet disappearing beyond the curtain.
Shadrach d20+3=9 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 11:54:31 AM
Shad accidentally jabbed the tile and missed the dog. "Er, I'm not sure we're doing anything here. I hit him pretty good already and so has Dakar!"
Flueterflam d20=11 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 1:24:49 PM
Fluet pauses a moment in the gloom making sure nothing was horribly out of the ordinary. (made vol per by 3) Then, after feeling comfortable nothing would kill him, he quickly begins running, following the scent of sewers.
Dakar d20=19 d20=20 d10+6=8 d10+6=8 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 2:04:27 PM
Dakar strikes again, with two more powerful blows landing on the dog (AC -4, AC -5 8, 16 damage respectively), and as he does so, he closes range with it, so that only he may be the one to bear the brunt of its strikes. "YARRRGH!" he cries, gutturally, as he drops his axe and prepares to... grapple? with the thing?
OOC: I have no idea what the multiplayer level guidelines are like for conversion and this is stymying me quite a bit... if anyone wishes to send info...?
Ingrge Wednesday December 27th, 2000 4:33:18 PM
Catching Figment's eye and looking for a nod Ingrge's hand is poised over the other sigil ready for Figment's acknowledgement. When received Ingrge immediately traces the pattern.
Milo d100=24 Wednesday December 27th, 2000 4:34:24 PM
Milo nearly faints as the dog comes to a screeching halt in front of him, but seeing that it is no longer animated, the halfling burglar steels himself, and approaches the front door, examining it for any possible traps, magical or mundane. (OOC: Rolled 24% and made my Find Traps roll by more than half)
Figment Wednesday December 27th, 2000 6:09:55 PM
The mage sees Ingrge and gives a nod. He races over to his side and applies the ink if tracing does not have the desired effect.
K'nara d20+4=23 d20+4=13 d10+4=13 d10+4=7 Thursday December 28th, 2000 6:29:39 AM
Once again the tall redhead danced by the dog, striking at the stone beastie a couple of times (first blow hits AC -3 for 13hp damage; second blow hits AC 1 for 7hp damage) as she performs her elven-inspired battle ballet.
Olana Thursday December 28th, 2000 10:43:00 AM
Olana looks beyond the curtain. "Fluet!" she whispers, and then "Darn it..." Quickly she runs back and tells the others. "There's steps leading down. I think Fluet might have found something. Maybe it's a passage."
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Thursday December 28th, 2000 11:04:46 AM
As Shad makes some fine sparks on the stone path with his trident, K'Nara and Dakar continue to make headway on the stone monster, adding to the chips already made, K'Nara's blademarks highlighting in relief the carved runes on the creature's skin.
Meanwhile, Figment and Ingrge work on the other sigil, and as it is enscribed onto a yellow stripe, the huge stone beast grinds to a halt, one of its paws in mid swipe, parking itself right next to Dakar's ear. It is now still. Clegg - seeing whats going on, stands up and brushes himself down. "Course - never doubted you for a minute," he says with a grin.
As Olana returns and tells the others, Milo who is up at the door can't see any traps as such. There is a door handle, and a brass knocker. It's strange though. The door is very very hot to touch - as though there's a fire on the other side of it. That's weird, because there are no signs of fire coming from the house anywhere else. It was almost as if the door led to somewhere else. Mind you - this WAS a wizards house after all.
Down in the tunnel, Fluet moves alongside a stone channel full of smelly sewer water. The direction he was heading seems to suggest that the tunnel leads under the house. There is a low glowing phosphorescence, but it's fairly dark and he'll have to roll under DEX to stop from stepping into the smelly water occasionally. Up ahead are some steps. In the gloom he can see that every other step is painted yellow, and there is something at the base of them.
Back up on top - there is a distant, but getting ever louder clatter of hooves. Someone is obviously coming to see what all the commotion is about.
Milo d100=61 Thursday December 28th, 2000 1:17:31 PM
Jerking back from the heat of the door, Milo's head perks up at the sound of approaching hooves, and he dashs back down the steps around the dogs to K'nara, "That door is hot as blazes... In my professional advice, I say we look for another way in. I can't help but think that opening the door will get somebody incinerated... and oh yeah, somebody is coming," and with that said, Milo attempts to duck back into the shadows. (OOC: missed Hide in Shadows roll by 1%)
Figment d20=3 Thursday December 28th, 2000 2:25:36 PM
The mage notices which store Olana came out of and comes to the realization that they are probably not doing this right (Int). "So Fluet found something over at the bug place, eh. Sounds about right. This guy making a frontal assault very difficult but making him an easy way to get in and out without having to arm and disarm all his traps. Not bad... I'd say we'd better hurry and get off the street as that approaching 'interested party' will most likely be very pleased to find us.". The mage hurries over to the Entmology store.
Dakar d8=6 d8=6 Thursday December 28th, 2000 6:02:10 PM
"Hmm. I have half a mind to pulverize this thing." states the dwarf, restrapping his great axe across his back while at the same time reaching for his warhammer. He seems fully prepared to reduce the great stone work to so much rubble, but waits a moment, reconsidering, and instead chooses to cast a pair of curative spells on himself. His bruises color to normal flesh and one can hear his ribs knitting back into place. "Ah, solid dwarven magic, reliable as the earth."
K'nara d20=2 Friday December 29th, 2000 7:03:27 AM
The human bladesinger paused en pointe for a moment, almost not believing that that the stone sentries were both halted. Then she stood down from her combat stance.
"Lucia." she murmured, extinguishing the flames of her blade and re-sheathing the weapon as both Milo and Olana made their discoveries known. After Figment added his own conclusions, the leader of the Emerald Talons nodded her cauled head.
"Everyone in that bug shop!" she ordered, making haste to follow those who'd already left. K'nara wondered exactly what they'd find there...
(OOC: don't know how far they'll get, but I rolled a voluntary Dex check in order to see if K'nara ends up stepping in smelly water...she made her Dex check by a hefty 16.)
Ingrge Friday December 29th, 2000 8:59:18 AM
Sighing with relief as the last beast is stilled, Ingrge wanders over to the hot door and inspects it, without touching it. As K'narra makes her decision, Ingrge is heard to mutter, "In, out, wizard, bugs, I wish we would do something right the first time."
Flueterflam d20=11 Friday December 29th, 2000 12:05:14 PM
(made dex by 1) Fluet, seeing the odd steps ahead, decides to step on the NOT-yellow colored ones. He decides that that is the most logical decision, as all the beetles were green, and the wizard was probably tied in with all this. THEREFORE, he concluded, there was no good reason to step on the color that most opposed green. Up the steps, the bard takes his time, making sure NOT to step on any yellow.
Olana Friday December 29th, 2000 1:37:02 PM
The elf nods at K'Nara's command. "This way," she says hurriedly. "Behind a curtain in the back, there are steps leading down. Oh.. and there's lots of bugs too." She races back across the street, into the shop, and down those steps after Fluet, hoping he hasn't got himself into a heap of trouble.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Friday December 29th, 2000 1:48:43 PM
As Ingrge inspects the front door, he too can tell that it appears more to be the door to a furnace rather than the interior of the house, and the statue looks almost thankful as Dakar puts his axe away.
Just in time, everyone makes it across to the shop, just before a town guard patrol comes clattering along the street on horseback.
Inside the shop, the back room seems almost alive as the contents of tiny cages flap, skitter and chirrup. Down the steps, everyone is hit by a wonderful sewer smell, and K'Nara at least manages to step nimbly along, avoiding the brackish water as Fluet did before her.((Everyone else - roll under your DEX or start paddling.)) Ahead are steps upward - every other one painted yellow, and to one side something is sat at the base of them.
Ahead of the others, Fluet makes the steps without any mishap, and comes to a plain wooden door with a latch. Clegg shambles along, stepping in the water frequently, seemingly unaware of the nasty pong coming from it.
Ingrge d20=12 Friday December 29th, 2000 2:50:15 PM
Following along in K'narra's footsteps, Ingrge makes it safely to the base of the steps. and takes a look at what is sitting there.
Shadrach d20=20 Friday December 29th, 2000 5:19:59 PM
Shad followed the others, banged his head on a low stone arch, and promptly stepped into the blecky water with both feet. "Ow!"
Milo d20=18 Friday December 29th, 2000 8:42:51 PM
Padding along quietly behind the others, Milo is briefly distracted as Shadrach smacks his head on the low ceiling, then, not paying attention to what is going on, the halfling steps right into the brackish water, "Ewww..." Milo steps back for a moment, shaking the disgusting water off his feet before proceeding.
Flueterflam d20=20 Friday December 29th, 2000 11:34:24 PM
Hoping someone else has followed him, thinking specifically of Olana since he heard her yell after him just moments before, yells back into the sewers, "Do NOT step on the yellow steps, no matter how long it takes, they're evil or something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Without pausing another moment, the bard inspects the door. (failing to notice ANYTHING) Fluet then slowly unlatchs the door (or tries to) and when the door opens, if it does, he jumps into the next room screaming, "BOO!"
Figment d20=12 Friday December 29th, 2000 11:50:37 PM
The mage makes it down to the path successfully and moves along behind the others. He disdainfully notes "Seems the sewers here smell like the sewers in Plateua City. Hopefully we'll meet no large reptiles in our traverse as we did there. And maybe the house won't be full of-". The mage shudders as he remembers the dead bodies posing as marienettes and hopes he hasn't distracted anyone with his bad memory.
K'nara Monday January 1st, 2001 5:24:16 AM
Frowning as she continued to follow the sound of the bard in the sewers, K'nara took great care to obey Fluet's shouted suggestion.
Olana d20=14 Monday January 1st, 2001 6:46:45 PM
Olana manages to traverse the passage without getting her feet wet. She crouches beside Ingrge to have a look at what he is examining before looking up the steps. "It looks like a similar arrangement to the one up top," she whispers. "Colours are dangerous with this one." Following suit - she takes the steps slowly, stepping on the non-yellow ones.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Tuesday January 2nd, 2001 10:48:11 AM
As Ingrge and Olana take a look at what's at the base of the stairs, in the gloom they can make out the stone carving of a rat. It has huge nasty teeth and is sat alongside a small grate that looks like it has swung open occasionally due to scrape marks on the floor.
As the others make their way gingerly up the steps, Fluet the reckless bard leaps into a room with a cry. He is greeted with an empty cellar. Ahead are wooden stairs leading up, and a door at the top - slightly ajar.
Ingrge d20=4 Tuesday January 2nd, 2001 10:54:23 AM
Taking a look at the grate, Ingrge uses evey little bit of perceptual ability he possesses and tries to tell if the grate might have been opened in the last few minutes. (made by 8) Knowing that this is not his area of knowledge, he turns to Olanna. "Can you tell if this grate has been opened very recently or if some one has passed thru recently?
Milo d100=48 Tuesday January 2nd, 2001 11:29:50 AM
Following everyone into the cellar, Milo seems a bit twitchy as he gets closer and closer to what he believes is the home of a very powerful wizard. With a look of mild shame he turns to Olana, "Um... I, well... were not outside right now, and I... um... well, I'd sure feel more comfortable going in here if I had my... ahem... ring to use." The burglar smiles weakly. "Oh, and before you check that door, let me have a look... I mean even a door cracked open thus could possess a trap." Milo casually inspects the wooden steps for traps before proceeding up them. (OOC: Made my find traps roll with 48%)
Figment Tuesday January 2nd, 2001 12:09:28 PM
The mage examines the work of this mage as he moves along noting the way he crafts his wards and glyphs. He makes mental notes so that when they see these in the future - which he's sure of - he'll know what to generally expect.
Flueterflam d20=9 Tuesday January 2nd, 2001 3:00:50 PM
'Uh oh' the bard thinks to himself, 'empty cellar'. Just to be on the safe side, Fluet walks around the perimeter of the room. Once at the stairs, he pauses to study them, noting any feature out of the ordinary. (made int/per check)
K'nara Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 6:51:02 AM
The human bladesinger entered the basement area after passing the large rat statue. She looked around at the stairs and then at Ingrge inspecting the grate.
"Been used recently, you think..?" K'nara asked her second-in-command, casting another look up the stairs that Milo was checking for traps. "Milo...you see or hear anything..?"
Olana d20=18 Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 10:54:03 AM
Olana squints down at the grate but fails to see whether anyone has passed through. "I can't tell," she whispers, "although whoever we're chasing, they'd have to be pretty small to get through that." Up in the cellar room, she prepares to ascend the the stairs, after slipping Milo his ring. "Thanks for this before," she says with a smile. "And you're right. I doubt we'll find any elf police here."
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 11:09:53 AM
An inspection of the cellar brings an impression that it is a room rarely used. As the elves ponder over the grate, Ingrge can see a slight layer of dust and muck on the ground in front of the grate. It does not appear to have been disturbed all that recently.
As Figment studies these things - the coloured steps, the stone rat - everything seems a similar set-up as up at the main door. There are glyphs on the rat, and the grate next to it is rat-sized. There are no protective sigils here, but then, not all of the steps are coloured.
Up at the slightly open door, Milo cannot see any traps. However - there is a slight smell of what seems like burning paper wafting through, and the sound of distant, harried muttering. Through the crack can be seen another flight of stairs, carpeted and leading up.
Milo Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 11:38:34 AM
With a wide-eyed look on his face, Milo turns to the group with a forefinger held gingerly against his pursed lips then in an attempt to communicate with the party silently, he holds his nose as if in distaste, and that puts both hands in front of him, wriggling his fingers. Turning quickly to the door, he activates his ring, becoming invisible, and attempts to crack the door just enough to slip his diminutive head by and have a quick peek.
Shadrach Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 11:40:06 AM
Shad leaned up against the wall, trying not to shake. Fig was right. This place was just like that manor in Plateau city. They'd gotten into trouble by going up from a cellar, too. He still had nightmares about that place.
Figment Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 12:25:56 PM
The mage moves on with the others and makes sure to put his feet where they did since it appears they did not trigger the rat. He prepares to move on up into the house - relieved to be almost out of the cellar.
Flueterflam Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 2:57:47 PM
Fluet walks quietly up the stairs. And slowly.
Ingrge Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 7:04:41 PM
Responding to Knarra Ingrge says, It hasn't been used recently and as Olanna has said something would have to be fairly small to get thru. Before we go up, don't forget to skip the yellow steps, I will try and spike this shut, so we don't have any suprises from the rear.
Dakar d20=1 Wednesday January 3rd, 2001 8:18:50 PM
OOC: Apologies for my absence, moving back into school. Back now :)
IC: Dakar trods flat footed along the ledge until he catches up to the others. "Odd, most people I knew used their front door for guests... Seems that isn't the case here though."
K'nara Thursday January 4th, 2001 6:21:34 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons nodded her acknowledgement of Ingrge's opinion, and gave a soft, wry chuckle at Dakar's.
"Somehow I doubt THIS wizard is particularly hospitable." she said in a low voice. "Let's give Milo a moment and then try to follow him up the stairs as quietly as possible..." Here K'nara unsheathed her sword and added: "...oh--and mind the yellow steps--we don't need more stone critters trying to chomp us!"
Olana Thursday January 4th, 2001 11:32:45 AM
The elf creeps upstairs with the others, feeling a bit undressed for the occasion without any armour and still having the constitution of a wimp, she doesn't do anything too brave like get up to the front of the party. Although rest assured, she will dive into the fray if necessary.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Thursday January 4th, 2001 11:54:07 AM
As Milo opens the door he sees 6 carpeted steps straight ahead, and at the top of them to the left, light from an open doorway. There is a definite burning paper smell coming from up there, and a sound of things being torn, other stuff being knocked over and some frantic muttering. He manages to catch the following words - "....no need to panic ..... (expletive) Parnoth..... burn it..... it all.."
In the sewer, Ingrge notices a few holes in the grate that he might be able to wedge a spike into.
In the cellar, brave (Sir) Clegg, clutches at Shadrach again. 'I'm right behind ya, buddy," he chitters nervously. "Right behind ya."
Milo (Invisible) d100=53 Thursday January 4th, 2001 2:39:34 PM
Turning to his friends as they come up the stairs, Milo whispers, "There are a few carpeted steps ahead, and then it sounds as if someone in there is scared... it may be a trick... so be careful, I'm heading in to see if I can get into a good position... follow when you're ready." With that said, the invisible halfling draws his short sword and pads quietly into up the carpeted stairway, and peers into the lighted room where the muttering is coming from.
Shadrach Thursday January 4th, 2001 3:02:06 PM
He nodded and turned to Clegg, putting a finger to his lips. He tightened his grip on his trident.
Figment Thursday January 4th, 2001 4:57:28 PM
The mage follows the others up the stairs and prepares to cast, not wanting to be caught by suprise.
Ingrge Thursday January 4th, 2001 7:09:02 PM
wedging two spikes into the grate so it shouldn't open, Ingrge quicly follows the rest of the groupgoing through his spell in his mind trying to see what might be of use.
Dakar Thursday January 4th, 2001 8:20:48 PM
Dakar picks his way slowly up the stairs following K'nara but keeping an eye on Clegg. Mumbling to the leader he says "I don't trust the wily one in the rear... he may know something that we don't. He may be a deceitful agent, spreading lies."
K'nara d20=2 Friday January 5th, 2001 7:14:13 AM
Again the dwarven battlerager's words smacked of wisdom, so K'nara paused long enough to whisper to Olana:
"Keep an eye on Clegg--if there's a battle, I want to be sure he doesn't turn tail and run...but I don't want to see him get hurt, either. Stay in the rear with him."
After listening to Milo, the tall human warrior nodded.
"I'll count off three--we go in when I hold up my third finger, okay..?" she said in a low voice, looking around at the others. "Dakar and me first--Ingrge and Shad next--Fluet and Figment third...and Olana and Clegg can bring up the rear. Ready..?"
K'nara shifted her bastard sword to her right hand, nodding as she silently counted off ten, then held aloft her left thumb. Another ten nods and her left index finger popped up. Ten more seconds and she flashed a total of three fingers on her left hand. Then she kicked the half-open door completely ajar and charged into the room...
(OOC: K'nara's counted off one-half round [or 30 seconds]--if there's combat, then Milo & the mutturing merchant will likely have their half of the round to themselves before the rest of the Talons enter the room. I rolled a Strength check in case K'nara needed it to kick open the door.)
Olana Friday January 5th, 2001 10:43:35 AM
The elf slips toward the rear of the party on K'Nara's instructions, and stands next to Clegg, giving him one of her sweetest smiles, right before she pulls out a couple of daggers.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) d4+1=4 d4+1=5 d4+1=3 d4+1=5 d4+1=2 Friday January 5th, 2001 11:13:22 AM
Getting everyone in some semblance of order, the two warriors move past Fluet and the invisible Milo, and everyone charges into the room.
They are greeted by the following - The room they enter is fairly big - it's wizard heaven - where sofas and a crackling fire in the hearth are surrounded by piles of books, tables full of weigh scales, sacks of powder and big glass bottles. Racks of jars and vials line the walls - all labeled. On one table stands a large square wooden box, about 20 inches in diameter.
A man who Fluet recognises as the entemologist is stood in front of the fire where currently books and torn papers burn. One book - a bright green one - says "How to Kill Dragons" on a cover which quickly mottles and ingites. 'Spawn of Parnoth!!' he yells as they enter. 'You won't get anything from me!' Obviously prepared for an attack, there is a soft whoosh and a *whump whump whump whump whump* as 5 magic missiles leave his fingers. K'Nara and Dakar take the brunt of them. (K'Nara 12dam, Dakar 7 dam.) It's party time.
Figment Friday January 5th, 2001 12:41:05 PM
The mage counters the wizards words with "We are not from the dragon. We oppose him. Perhaps we can be of help to each other!". The mage does not wait for a response. Instead, he blasts him with his web spell plastering him to the wall. He makes ESPECIALLY sure not to get the sticky - and flammable - mass too close to the flames of the fireplace.
Milo (Invisible) Friday January 5th, 2001 12:53:00 PM
Milo stands against the door frame, shaking his head slowly back and forth as he pinches the top of his nose with fore finger and thumb in a show of exasperation which of course is completely lost on everyone due to his current state of transparency. "Big folk... I just don't understand... " Looking up and muttering to no one in particular, "If I should grow to be twice my height, I would think I'd lose half my wits. Bless the gods for making me who I am today... a small sensible ..." trailing off, Milo remembers... 'hey.. I have a book' Seeing that Figment has effectively dealt with the wizard, Milo steps into the hall, away from the door, and sits on the floor up against the wall. Pulling the ancient book of Alemi out, he begins to read to himself.
Flueterflam Friday January 5th, 2001 3:10:28 PM
Fluet falls back by Fig. Then moves out of EVERYONE's way, so as not to be hurt in any way. Muttering, "why's everyone always so assumptuou?" "Hey mage, we're here for YOUR help, to destroy that green guy YOU hate so much. Give us a second to explain before tryin to kill us."
Dakar the Painmonger Friday January 5th, 2001 3:14:14 PM
Dakar yells "OATH!?" as the glowing beams of energy strike his chest. As the smoke curls up from the seared skin he curls his upper lip in anger. "WE ARE NOT FROM THE BLEEDING DRAGON! Crimey. Shoot first and ask questions after seems to be the methodology here, isn't it? I've got a right mind to bash your skull in, but luckily my companion here." Dakar grunts again, prepared to shoulderslam the wizard if he attempts to wriggle free of the web, in an attempt to knock him into the ground.
Shadrach d20+1=16 Friday January 5th, 2001 3:25:35 PM
He rushed in, ready to keep going in case Figment's spell missed. (AC2 for grapple if web missed.)
Ingrge d20=9 Saturday January 6th, 2001 10:17:41 AM
stepping into the room, Ingrge ducks the 5 fiery misslies and a quietly muttered "Show off," is heard. As he sees his companions working and taking care of business, Ingrge quickly heads over to the fire to see what he can pull from the flames before being totally destroyed. (Dex roll made by 9)
K'nara (who had thought to let Milo go first, but...) d20+9=22 d10+2=10 Monday January 8th, 2001 6:56:26 AM
K'nara snarled an epithet as the damage from the wizard's offensive spell slammed into her, then leaped forward, her blade aiming for the hand from which the missiles launched. (OOC: I'm rolling as per 3ed rules--hitting AC 22 and causing 10hp damage total. K'nara's sword is NOT flaming...yet.)
Olana Monday January 8th, 2001 10:50:17 AM
The elf slips in with the rest, keeping a good eye on Clegg. She ducks as the missiles go flying and moves further into the room, checking for other possible threats.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Monday January 8th, 2001 11:29:23 AM
With a squawk, the wizard get's tangled into Figment's web, and glares at those before him malevolently. Any conciliatory explanations he hears do not appear to alter his 'sunny disposition'.
Ingrge manages to rescue a sheaf of papers from the fire, the bottom part of which is burned away. A quick flick through reveals... - note about blackmailing another member of the council. - The opening paragraph about a plan to enslave all non-humans in the City and it's surrounding areas. - An extremely derogatory note about Mop, the dragon's right hand man.
Whoever these were addressed to - has been burned away.
There is a muffled sound of commotion coming from outside, beyond a curtained window. Also, the big box on the table starts to hum, and is moving slightly.
The wily Clegg starts running about the room, frantically searching for something.
((OOC - not at 3rd Edn yet folks. Still 2nd until I've got everyone's sheets in and I give the dreaded "call". I'll negate K'Nara's attack so the sword doesn't get stuck in the web.))
Milo (Invisible) Monday January 8th, 2001 1:13:25 PM
Curious about the commotion, Milo hops up from where he is sitting, closes his book and places it carefully inside his satchel. Then,he quickly stalks over to the curtained window and has a peak outide.
Figment d20=17 Monday January 8th, 2001 3:23:44 PM
The mage glares at the mage and says "Either cancel the attacks you just initiated or we will kill you while you are immobile. We'll at the very least burn your house and all your work if we are unable to kill you - which I really doubt we'll have much trouble with.". He glances around at the room trying to determine where this set of potions might be and what that box is doing (Int - by 1).
Ingrge Monday January 8th, 2001 7:19:25 PM
making sure the papers are out, Ingrge quickly scans the papers and then puts them in a pocket for later study. Wth a quick flip of his wrist, he pulls aside the curtain to see what is to be seen.
Dakar Monday January 8th, 2001 8:02:27 PM
The battle-rager turns to his companions. "How long will the web last?" he murmurs, trying to be out of the Wizard's hearing. He keeps his gaze steady, focused at the mage before him and his hand stays near his axe.
K'nara Tuesday January 9th, 2001 7:02:56 AM
Seeing that Figmentary's spell stopped the wizard, K'nara stayed her blade and resheathed it instead.
"I believe you owe our client here some monies for services rendered." she said to the Webbed wizard in a hard, frosty voice as she nodded her cauled head at the busily-searching Clegg. "We're just here to see that he's paid what he's owed...in fact, we may have business to conduct with you ourselves..."
Olana Tuesday January 9th, 2001 11:20:09 AM
Olana sticks to Clegg like glue, with an eye to what the others are doing. If he tries anything funny, she's right there to stop him.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Tuesday January 9th, 2001 11:58:54 AM
As Milo and Ingrge take a look outside, they see the following -
Below them is the front path leading to the house. There look to be about two dozen soldiers out there. One of them has stepped on a drawn sigil, scuffing it and rendering it useless, and so now about 8 of them are getting clobbered by a newly activated stone dog guardian. Their captain is red-faced and yelling at someone who is crouched over and hastily redrawing the sigil. The captain happens to look up toward the window. "Open up!" he yells. "Open up for the City guard!"
Meanwhile - the trapped wizard is glaring at K'Nara, Figment, Fluet and Dakar. "Don't give me your lies!" he spits. "I've been following you! I know you are servants of the dragon! You've done his work before! Your infiltration into that paltry excuse for a resistance was clever but you don't fool me!!" He continues to wriggle, mumbling something, and the box on the table becomes even more agitated. "My beauties!!" he yells, and the box lid starts to come off as though something is trying to push it's way out.
As Figment, and K'Nara glance away and toward Clegg, they see him pointing at a rack of squat little bottles on the wall. "That's what you need!" he exclaims, "and here - is what I came for!" He holds aloft a heavy sack, then turns to Olana. "Outta my way little girl," he snarls. "I'm getting outta here!"
Figment Tuesday January 9th, 2001 12:53:42 PM
The mage runs over to the potions, grabs them, and shoves them in his pack. "Ok guys, I'd say we leave now and set this thing on fire. Let the guards deal with this guy. We've got bigger fish to fry!". With that he prepare to depart, not wanting to engage whatever comes out of that box.
Shadrach Tuesday January 9th, 2001 1:16:12 PM
Shad rushed over to the box and pushed down on the top with all his weight. "I hate bugs.."
Milo (Invisible) Tuesday January 9th, 2001 2:28:42 PM
Quickly moving out from underneath Ingrge, Milo's disembodied voice can be heard as he makes his way across the room towards the open door, "Um guys... we've got big trouble, city guard... whoa... big trouble... remember folks, discretion is the better part of valor," then mumbling to himself, "and since cowardice is the better part of discretion," louder again, "Lets get outta here." The halfling's voice can be heard trailing off as he turns the corner, and heads for the way they came in...
Flueterflam d20=10 Tuesday January 9th, 2001 4:44:49 PM
"Um, i agree with Milo. If the guard's coming we better hit the sewers and hang out for awhile." Fluet looks around at the wizard's stuff. Tryin to notice anything that seems so exotic or unusual that he might ask someone about it. (made vol per)
Ingrge Tuesday January 9th, 2001 6:47:53 PM
Seeing the guards and then hearing Milo's disembodied voice coming from practically below him, startles Ingrge a bit and hastily he back pedals and as people start talking about tactical retreat, Ingrge looks around for anything that might be useable and quickly accesible, particularly any nearby scrolls or spell books etc.
Dakar Tuesday January 9th, 2001 7:51:57 PM
"Well, Wizard? What shall it be? A certain death with the guard or offer assistance to us? My word is always true and I shall tell you that I have had no dealings with the dragon. You may use divination magics to make sure of this afterwards but for now your choice is twofold." The berserker keeps his hand by his axe, continuing to stare down at the mage.
K'nara Wednesday January 10th, 2001 6:34:15 AM
Mightily tempted to just leave the wizard here and run, K'nara jerked her head towards the door.
"Everybody out, now! You all know where to go from here. I'll cover you..." Then she turned hard hazel eyes toward the wizard in the web. "What do you choose, mage..? To stay here for the guards to find...or to come with us?" K'nara drew her sword from her scabbard once more, this time uttering the magic word to activate its flames. She wouldn't move until everyone else was out of the room and she was covering the Talons' retreat. It would be up to the trapped wizard whether or not he would go with her.
Olana Wednesday January 10th, 2001 11:15:03 AM
Giving Clegg a firm smile, the elf replies. "You get to leave when K'Nara says so." As the warrior gives the order to retreat, Olana asks "What if he lies? What if he tells the soldiers we were here to rob him and sends them after us?" Backing toward the door, she will try and organise Clegg's retreat in such a way that he doesn't just run off and leave them.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Wednesday January 10th, 2001 11:36:21 AM
As K'Nara's sword ignites, the wizard appears to become equally inflamed, refusing to answer either her or the dwarf, instead he repeats his spell at the top of his voice.
Beneath the burly Shadrach, the box jumps and lurches. (Shad - roll under your strength to keep the lid on.)
Figment collects the potions from the shelf on the wall. There are twenty of them.
As Fluet and Ingrge take a look around the room, amongst all the jumble are two well-worn, bound notebooks and a clutter of scrolls here and there. (Both of you roll a d10 - your result is the number of scrolls you manage to grab on your way out.)
To the invisible Milo approaching the doorway - their escape looks clear - for now.
Clegg, regarding Olana with suspicion, runs for the exit with his bag of money. It's almost written on his face that he'll try and escape them all as soon as he possibly can.
Figment 5d6(5+4+3+3+4)=19 Wednesday January 10th, 2001 12:25:28 PM
After closing his pack, hefting it up onto his shoulder and moving to the exit, the mage calls out. "Forget the wizard, he'll get us if he can. Shad, throw the box into the web. That should hold whatever it is long enough for us to get out of here. K'Nara, if you will evacuate I will cast a spell I've been holding in reserve for just such an occasion. It should give the guard plenty to deal with.". He goes down the stairs half way and waits for K'Nara and the others to move out. Then he casts... In an instant and with a loud whooshing sound the room is engulfed in a huge ball of fire.
(NOTE: He does NOT cast if the others don't leave.).
Milo (Invisible) Wednesday January 10th, 2001 3:54:49 PM
Ahead of everyone else, Milo blazes a trail down into the sewers, looking for any hostiles as he moves quickly along. Once he reaches the bottom of the wooden steps, he stops, turns and waits as patiently as possible for his comrades to catch up.
Ingrge d10=7 Wednesday January 10th, 2001 6:01:26 PM
Grabbing 7 of the scroll like papers Ingrge heads out the door abd back the way they came. waiting for the others at the bottom of the stairs.
Flueterflam d10=7 Thursday January 11th, 2001 12:22:52 AM
Fluet grabs seven scrolls and manages to keep them relatively nice while shoving them into his pack. He also takes the extra time to make sure and pick up the notebooks and slip them next to the scrolls. He hurries out of the room hoping that he hasn't been cursed. Once to the stairs, the bard carefully does NOT step on ANY yellow steps.
K'nara Thursday January 11th, 2001 7:02:13 AM "Lucia!" K'nara uttered in a hard voice to match the hard look on her face, extinguishing her sword yet again. "All right, mage--it is YOUR decision." Stepping back, K'nara gestured to Dakar to urge him back out of the room. "Go, now, warrior, there's nothing left for us here...Shad--throw the box into the web and let's go..!" As soon as everyone else in the party was out, the human bladesinger left, too, nodding her acquiescence to Figment's intended course of action.
Then K'nara hurried carefully forward to help Olana keep Clegg in line during their escape from the basement.
Olana Thursday January 11th, 2001 12:05:01 PM
"Not the yellow ones!" calls Olana to Clegg as she follows the rascal out of the room and back down into the sewer, making sure he doesn't get too far away.
Shadrach d20=13 Thursday January 11th, 2001 12:57:52 PM
(Made Strength check)Shad pushed down on the boxlid. Something sure wanted out. He picked up the box and turned it over, so the lid was on the bottom, then jammed it into the web. Then he finally took to his heels down the stairs, trying to avoid the yellow.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Thursday January 11th, 2001 2:21:56 PM
All looks clear to Milo as he waits for the others down below in the sewer. Up above, he can make out the muffled clatter of hooves and general confusion.
Shadrach pushes the struggling box into the web. The bottom of it becomes dislodged and two angry wasps - the size of loaves of bread - emerge - their buzzing silenced as their wings get caught in the web. "My beauties!!" screams the wizard, obviously most upset, and still fixing K'Nara and Dakar with an evil glare. As everyone leaves hurriedly via the stairs, Figment's spell goes off, and the entire room is soon alight. The stone rat at the base of the stairs stays immobile.
In Figment's pack are 20 potions. Fluet carries 7 scrolls and 2 notebooks. Ingrge carries 7 scrolls. Clegg has a big sack of gold coins which he is holding like a newborn babe and is regarding both Olana and K'Nara suspiciously. 'Gonna let me go now?' he asks.
Milo (Invisible) d100=69 Thursday January 11th, 2001 3:03:07 PM
Thinking to scout the way, Milo quietly makes his way up the steps to the shop, making sure to step only on the green ones, and look to see if the coast is clear. Once he has seen, he then makes his way back down the green steps to the cellar, and continues to wait for his comrades.
Figment Thursday January 11th, 2001 3:40:24 PM
The mage smiles at his spell and mutters rhetorically toward the trap door - which he closes. "So do you like your ribs well done? I hope so you worthless scoundrel.". Getting back into reality, he turns to Clegg, "Do you know another way out of this place? I'm guessing that going back up top here may not be a healthy thing to do. Maybe we should move down this wretched path and see where it leads. And Clegg, leaving our presence now would be foolish with the city guard being so close - even though having you with us is rather dangerous too...".
Flueterflam Thursday January 11th, 2001 5:33:39 PM
After grabbing the extras, the bard makes sure, no yellow steps are trodded on. He waits at the bottom and yells to everyone coming down, just to be safe, "Make sure you don't step on the yellow ones!!!"
Ingrge Thursday January 11th, 2001 7:23:03 PM
Calling back over his shoulder, Ingrge yells to Clegg, we might need a bit more information from you so stay close or you will never spend that gold, that you so dearly love.
K'nara Friday January 12th, 2001 6:58:54 AM
Ignoring Clegg for the moment, K'nara addressed the party's thief:
"Milo...see if any of the city guard above are interested in the bug shop at all." she told him, "See if there's any other exit out of that shop other than right onto the street where the guards are. Be careful!" The female fighter then glanced at Clegg.
"We'd be remiss if we didn't at least see you safely away from the city guards." the redhead said firmly. "There's also the small matter of confirming that the potions we're in possession of are the ones we bargained with you for. A little more patience on your part and we'll have you away from here and on your way to enjoying your...pay." K'nara nodded to the sack that Clegg was clinging so determinedly onto.
Olana Friday January 12th, 2001 10:57:01 AM
The elf looks at K'Nara. "He's not going anywhere," she affirms, giving Clegg one of her cheery grins.
DM Jan (The Wizards House) Friday January 12th, 2001 11:18:57 AM
Up the top of the steps and then inside the shop, Milo gets into a position where he can see outside. Most of what he can see through the window - is a row of horses arses, lined up with their backs to the shop. Every now and again he catches a glimpse of what lies beyond - guards battling the the stone monster while getting yelled at by their captain on horseback. There is a lot of milling around, but no one seems to be paying attention to the shop itself. Then there is a cry of 'It's down!" followed by a large cheer. Milo also notes that it's starting to get dark outside.
Back down in the cellar, the stone rat that was guarding the underground entrance to the wizards house crumbles to dust.
Clegg looks peevishly at Figment. "What - you think cos' I'm poor I spend all my time down the sewers? How the heck should I know where anything leads?" He cuddles his pile of cash, looking at everyone in deep suspicion before adding shiftily - "Down that way - past the steps next to the shop - probably would take you to the garden district."
Figment Friday January 12th, 2001 12:27:34 PM
The mage smiles at the seedy man "My friend, I would venture to guess that hasty escapes are a normal occurrance for you. As you can see, we are in the sewers too so we are no better than you on that front. Please prepare to lead the way - if our halfling friend does not give us the news we want to hear.". When the rat crumbles, he calls out "The evil mage is dead. His rune spells are released. That means that the guard will not be distracted for long. We'd better leave quickly. K'Nara, I believe a trip down 'memory lane' here would be preferrable to going up top now that the mage is dead. They have nothing to keep them busy any more.".
Milo (Invisible) d100=28 Friday January 12th, 2001 12:33:50 PM
After coming back down the steps into the cellar, only stepping on the green ones... Milo makes his way quicky to K'nara's side... and then his disembodied voice comes from the silence, "I'm one step ahead of you boss... Okay, here is the deal... there is a line of horses out there, and the city guard just finished taking the stone dogs down... My guess is there trying to break down the front door about now. So... if we're quick, we should be able to get out through the bug shop, with none the wiser... Heck, if we wanted to be daring, we could even swipe their horses... But I'll leave that up to you." The halfling can be heard chuckling softly to himself. (OOC: I'm no thief... I'm a Safe Entry Technician... or Wealth Redistribution Engineer)
Shadrach Sunday January 14th, 2001 4:01:47 PM
"Stealing horses so the guard can chase us through the streets doesn't sound too sneaky," Shad grumbled.
K'nara Monday January 15th, 2001 6:21:49 AM
"No, Shadrach, it does not." K'nara agreed rather cheerfully with the mournful bonze, actually slapping him on the back (gently, of course!) "We will exercise the better part of valor today...so it's off to the garden district. Let's go." The woman warrior linked an arm through Clegg's.
"I just HAVE to make sure you stay safe!" she assured the man in a jovial voice.
Olana Monday January 15th, 2001 10:37:51 AM
Pausing to glance around, wondering where Milo actually was, the elf then had to smile at K'Nara's treatment of Clegg. Taking out her bow she said, "I'll take the rear and watch our backs. That way they might get the 'point'that we don't want anyone to follow."
Flueterflam Monday January 15th, 2001 12:00:02 PM
Fluet hangs in back near Olana. He seems rather quieter than usual. But the bard keeps eyeing Olana. Whenever she notices, he darts his eyes elsewhere, pretending he wasn't doing anything specific.
DM Jan (In the Sewer) Monday January 15th, 2001 5:23:55 PM
Clegg gives K'Nara a sour smile, but makes no effort to break away from the party. Those who can see better than others in the gloom see the sewer passage running off in the direction where Clegg pointed.
Up ahead, every so often there is a dim column of light coming from the street grates above, although this seems to be lessening by the minute as darkness approaches. At one side of the passage is a channel of brackish water, roughly about a foot in depth. The passage is about 7ft high here, but seems to shorten to a height of 5 ft later on. So far, there is nothing to suggest that the guards above are intent on investigating anything underground.
Figment Monday January 15th, 2001 5:41:03 PM
As the party moves down the passage, the mage offers "I'd say we should wait for complete darkness and then open up one of these grates. Preferrably one which is near our rendevous point so we are not exposed for long. As I recall we need to go to the garden district anyway.".
Milo (Invisible) Monday January 15th, 2001 7:59:24 PM
As the party begins moving down the passage, Milo takes point about 50 ft ahead of the group giving his eyes a chance to adjust to the relative darkness of the sewer. Being careful to stay out of the water, he proceeds to keep his eyes, and ears open for possible trouble.
K'nara d20=1 Tuesday January 16th, 2001 6:56:31 AM
K'nara concentrated on her mental map of the city, approximating exactly where the group was in relation to the streets above. (OOC: aced the voluntary Intelligence check.) When she felt they were near enough to where they had to go, the redhead stopped the party's progress.
"Milo, take a quick peek to see if the coast is clear." she said to the halfling. "Need a boost up..?"
Shadrach Tuesday January 16th, 2001 8:50:47 AM
Shad said, "He can stand on my back. This hunching over is giving me a permanent crick, anyway."
Olana Tuesday January 16th, 2001 11:43:46 AM
The elf keeps alert as they move along, looking behind often to make sure no one was following. "Mind your head," she says to Fluet as they approach the lowered ceiling.
DM Jan (In The Sewers) Tuesday January 16th, 2001 11:57:51 AM
The journey through the sewer is without mishap but gradually more and more uncomfortable for those over 5ft tall. Milo, and those that follow him can hear and sometimes see the goings on in the streets above, but no one seems to be looking down.
As K'Nara stops the party, Clegg gives her a look and makes a somewhat rash gesture of poking her in the ribs. "You've been down here before, eh? eh?" he asks with a crooked grin. 'I knew you were villains - despite that one's posh clothes. Bet he's the biggest crook of the lot, eh?" With a nod of his head he gestures toward Figment, although after glancing in Dakar's and Shad's direction, he decides to shut up. For some reason Milo and the elves don't seem to bother him as much.
At this particular grate - all seems quiet. The grate itself is metal and has algae and moss growing on it. (Whoever lifts it will need a STR of 11 or above.)
Figment Tuesday January 16th, 2001 12:31:39 PM
The mage watches while the grate is lifted and waits his turn to exit to the street. He looks on with a bit of distaste as Clegg tries to make himself look better by talking down his comrades.
Milo (Invisible) Tuesday January 16th, 2001 3:31:26 PM
Still invisible, Milo taps Shadrach to let him know where he is at, and then with the bonze's assistance, climbs up and pushes ever-so-gently on the sewer grating in order to get a peak at what is about.
Flueterflam Tuesday January 16th, 2001 5:12:08 PM
"Mind my head heh?" the bard mutters. He gets a sad look on his face. And he seems to lose himself after that, as though he were pouting.
K'nara Wednesday January 17th, 2001 7:37:54 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons glanced around at the others in the party, eyeing Clegg and then looking expectantly up at Milo...or, rather, at where Milo was supposed to be.
"What's the word, Milo?" she asked in a low voice, starting to get a bit of a crick in her back from having to hunch over her six-foot-tall frame to fit in the tunnel. "Is it all clear..?"
Olana Wednesday January 17th, 2001 11:13:44 AM
The elf looks puzzled at Fluet. "What?" she whispers. "What's wrong?" Fumbling with her cloak, she prepares to hide her features as they return to the streets.
Flueterflam Wednesday January 17th, 2001 11:18:52 AM
Fluet turns to Olana and as visibly as possible frowns more. "nothing....."
DM Jan (In the Sewer) Wednesday January 17th, 2001 11:19:04 AM
Immediately outside the grate is what looks like a small park with lots of shrubs. It is early evening now, and stars are beginning to appear in the sky. In the distance there are lights and the sounds of merriment, as the City kicks off it's evening activities.
Shadrach Wednesday January 17th, 2001 4:04:05 PM
He lightly held Milo's ankles to make sure the halfling didn't fall as he pushed up. "Where do we go from here?"
Figment Wednesday January 17th, 2001 5:09:57 PM
The mage follows the others out and breathes deeply of the much less tainted air. "We are to meet at our previously specified rendevous point. I'd say we shouldn't tarry in getting there.".
Note: Can't remember the name of the place and the Archives are not up yet. I'm assuming Figment would remember...
Milo (Invisible) d100=4 Wednesday January 17th, 2001 6:07:45 PM
Milo heaves a pushes the sewer grate completely off of the hole, and then holding to the lip with one hand he half whispers down to the group, "All is clear, hang on a sec." With that, the burglar grabs the lip with both hands, and giving Shadrach's hands the shake, deftly pulls himself up and out of the sewers. (OOC: 04% on climb roll is a complete success) Once up and out of the sewer, he quickly looks around for something sturdy to tie a rope too. Once spotted he quietly shouts down to his friends, "Um... do any of you have any rope?"
Dakar Wednesday January 17th, 2001 8:31:36 PM
The painmonger rouses from his near comatose state. He looks somewhat peevish. "Whenever I walk around a city I tend to bring rope with me, not leave it back at the inn I stay at. Never know if you'll need it. This just happens to be the one time I forgot." No sense of sarcasm can be detected in his voice, he, on the other hand, does seem entirely serious.
K'nara Thursday January 18th, 2001 6:16:34 AM
"We don't need a rope to get out, Milo..." K'nara replied, "...it's only perhaps five feet to the exit up. If it's clear, then, everybody out--we need to get over to where we're going to break into the prison." The human fighter helped everyone up and out of the sewer.
"Quickly now--we'll just move along until we get where we're going..." K'nara urged, her hand pushing Clegg along with the rest of the party.
Olana Thursday January 18th, 2001 10:49:29 AM
Olana asks for help out of the hole. Once out, the elf keeps her eyes on the surroundings in case of possible trouble. "Should we go back to the Heated Cross?" she asks K'Nara. "Maybe get more information from Clegg? And we acquired some weapons, and things from the wizards house. Maybe they'll help if we can figure out what they are."
DM Jan (Back in the City) Thursday January 18th, 2001 11:14:00 AM
Figment remembers talking to Cherry back at the Heated Cross, and her mentioning that if all was clear, then she would put a lamp in an upstairs window.
Clegg starts to whine. 'Awwww c'mon let me go. You got what you wanted."
As everyone emerges from the hole, they can all see that they are in the grounds of a small park in the midst of the City. From the noise and bustle beyond the trees at one end of it - it appears that the park borders on the area where all the hotels and recreation areas are, where most visitors stay.
Figment Thursday January 18th, 2001 12:00:44 PM
The mage takes his turn extricating himself from the sewer. To Clegg he tries to calm him some. "Don't worry, my friend, we'll let you go soon enough. I doubt you'd do any better being by yourself anyway. I'm sure the guards would like to get their hands on you now even more than before. Besides, if you weren't with us you'd still be losing body parts one at a time. At least now you have a defense if the guards find us.". As they walk back toward the Heated Cross, the mage whispers to K'Nara outside earshot - and hopefully notice - of Clegg. "We cannot let him go before we conduct our assault on the prison. He knows too much and if the guards get him, I'm sure the green one will be involved in the interogation next time - and he would get what he wanted. We'd better leave him with our hosts - or take him with us when we go.".
Shadrach Thursday January 18th, 2001 3:36:06 PM
"The identifying spells'll take awhile, best if we holed up safe while we did that." Shad helped the shorter Dakar out and then stretched to his full height with pleasure. "Thank goddess we're out of there!"
Dakar Thursday January 18th, 2001 7:25:41 PM
"Was it the smell that got to you or just being underground?" the dwarf asks the bonze. "In any case, remind me never to take you into the goblin warrens if a little sewer like that churns your stomach. I'd hate to see the look on your face when you got to the refuse pit lad"
Milo (Invisible) Thursday January 18th, 2001 8:42:38 PM
Choosing to remain in a state of transparency, Milo falls into line next to K'nara, whispering, "I'm right here... should you need me." He remains silent for the rest of their walk to The Heated Cross.
K'nara Friday January 19th, 2001 7:04:59 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons, after they had all clambered into fresh air, turned to Clegg.
"We'll go back to the Heated Cross, where you'll be safe." she told him. "The rest of us need to sift through what we got just now and organize for our...visit to the Green's...guesthouse." Again taking one of Clegg's arms, K'nara set off for the tavern where she used to work as a bouncer.
Flueterflam Friday January 19th, 2001 10:46:42 AM
Fluet yawns. His mood slowly becomes fairer. He keeps to himself, and follows the others.
Olana Friday January 19th, 2001 11:24:24 AM
Wrapped up in her cloak, Olana sticks with Ingrge as they make their way back to the Inn. She figures if he's obviously tagged, then people will assume she is too. Still.. she can't help feeling worried.
Ingrge (Jan) Friday January 19th, 2001 11:28:18 AM
Ingrge re-assumes his 'servile elf' role as they reach the surface, while on the lookout for any trouble. He advises Olana to relax and just do what he does.
DM Jan (Back in the City) Friday January 19th, 2001 11:51:05 AM
The Emerald Talons emerge once more into the City, no doubt accompanied by the pops and cracks of bone joints belonging to those who stand higher than 5ft. Clegg appears to accept that he's better off with the Talons protection and so shambles along, huggling his sack of money. It is dark and early evening. Beyond the park, the City is alive with revelers and street acts hoping to benefit from rich visitors, who can be identified by their better clothes as they stroll about. On the journey back to the Heated Cross (south east of the park), the following is noted -
A conversation snippet - "... a 1000 gp to whoever catches them. Can you believe that?... that's more than..."
On one street corner, three street urchins are playing with that looks like a large green beetle, which is spinning on it's back crazily.
Another conversation - "...aye... going up a storm it is. Rich man's house. Bet it was one of those council lackeys. Bet you can see the smoke if you go to the end of the street..."
Near to the Heated Cross, the streets become painted with shadows and are less traveled. The tavern itself seems lively enough from the outside.
Figment Friday January 19th, 2001 12:19:28 PM
Relieved to hear that their tracks are most likely covered for the time being, the mage strides to the inn and looks up for the appropriate window for the lit lantern. He notes it's proximity in referrence to the rest of the building so he can find it from the inside. "I would think we would do well to let Milo enter first to determine if we are being expected by anyone other than our intended contact, seeing how the interest in our existence in increasing.".
Shadrach Friday January 19th, 2001 4:35:45 PM
"If your goblin tunnels are of a proper height, it wouldn't be so bad." Shad tried to look casual as they hung out in the street.
Milo (Invisible) d20=9 Friday January 19th, 2001 6:01:34 PM
"Good idea Figgy..." Milo's voice pipes up from behind the mage, and then he is off. Carefully, Milo steps in line behind a larger patron entering the inn, and follows him on through the door, breaking away once inside. He looks around the main floor for possible trouble. (OOC: Made voluntary perception with 9)
Ingrge Saturday January 20th, 2001 3:19:13 PM
Walking appropriately behind the rest of their group and taking Olanna in tow, Ingrge makes his way back to the Inn and as the others go in, takes Olanna around back to check the stables and their horses.
K'nara Monday January 22nd, 2001 7:03:00 AM
"Everybody up to the room as soon as you can." K'nara said, nodding, then hustled Clegg into the tavern and towards the hallway that would lead them upstairs.
Olana Monday January 22nd, 2001 10:45:33 AM
Olana follows Ingrge around the back of the Inn. If there was likely to be an ambush, then it could well be here. After taking a good look around, she whispers - "I think the horses are a couple of streets away aren't they? Near to that other place we went..."
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Monday January 22nd, 2001 10:54:46 AM
As the invisible Milo moves into the tavern, he can see quite a few patrons sat around, and Cherry waiting tables. Nothing looks particularly suspicious.
As for Cherry, as soon as she spots the others, she gives a barely imperceptible nod toward the stairs. "Why did we come back here?" hisses Clegg. "Why aren't we leaving town?"
Out the back of the tavern, the stable lads are going about their business, and Ingrge and Olana can hear distant cries from people loading boats at the nearby dock. There doesn't appear to be anyone there who shouldn't be. One of the lads approaches. "If you're looking for work, I'm sorry but we ain't got anything here. Sorry an' all."
DEH Monday January 22nd, 2001 11:35:44 AM
The mage speaks to Clegg as they enter the inn. "My dear sir, you may recall that we have other business here. Our efforts here are far from over. Please cooperate with us so we can get it done quickly and be gone from this place.". As they begin moving toward the stairs and the lad addresses them as potential employees he chuckles. "We did not come here for work son, we came here to retire to our room from our work.". He tosses him a gold piece "We may have need of you later to bring us dinner. We'll contact you when we're ready.". He follows the others up the stairs and helps locate the correct room if it is not already found.
Figment Monday January 22nd, 2001 11:36:25 AM
(OOC: Sorry, above post is Figment)
Ingrge Monday January 22nd, 2001 6:35:06 PM
(OCC: Who says he was checking on their real mounts <GR>)
Ingrge looks at the stable hand and quietly says, "thank you for the information, however we were sent to check out the accomodations for our master's beasts.
Shadrach Monday January 22nd, 2001 8:52:06 PM
Shad, who thought they'd walked, waited while the others slipped off, shrugged and walked inside. He told Cherry, "Need a room again. That one still open? I'll just hie myself upstairs."
Milo (Invisible) Monday January 22nd, 2001 9:32:28 PM
Hearing K'nara's request to meet upstairs, Milo takes a few moments to saunter around the room, listening in on people's conversations. Once he has collected any juicy bits of gossip he makes his way upstairs to the room.
Dakar Monday January 22nd, 2001 11:03:21 PM
Dakar hefts his axe over his shoulder and trots off upstairs to comply with the wishes of the fearless leader. Still, he seems hesitant. He turns to Milo and says, "Little friend. I miss the underground world. Things were much simpler there. You knew who your friends and enemies were."
Flueterflam Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 12:33:31 AM
The bard keeps to himself. Fluet appears to be barely conscious enough to follow the group. He seems to be very preoccupied. Although, he does not appear unhappy, just curious, and inquisitive.
K'nara Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 7:44:55 AM
Quickly the woman warrior all but hauled Clegg across the crowded tavern area and up to the more private area of the inn, really not stopping until they got to the room they'd started out in. Once there, however, K'nara pushed the whiny paranoid into a chair.
"LOOK--" she started to almost yell, but pressed her lips together and continued in a tight, but less loud, voice: "--you have your money...we need to make sure that WE got we were looking for...AND neither you nor we can afford to attract attention to ourselves by bolting from the city while we are being searched for by the Guard...GOT it?" K'nara sighed.
"Really...I would LOVE to just be gone from this danger zone, too, but the Green Meanie has had several hundred years to develop his security system for the capitol--you still need us if you want to guarantee that you'll live to spend your money."
Olana Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 11:09:09 AM
Something gives Olana the impression that subtlety and subterfuge are not her speciality. So she keeps her mouth firmly clamped shut and concentrates on acting like an impoverished elf in someones service, keeping her un-tagged parts out of site and leaving the talking to Ingrge. What he was up to, she didn't know for sure, but she'd wait and see.
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 11:53:40 AM
Clegg opens his mouth like a fish, but is stopped from uttering a retort to Figment's comment by being hauled off by K'Nara.
Cherry gives a curtsey to Shadrach. "Yes, sir. I kept your room open, sir. If you'll just let me serve these beers, I'll follow you up with a key." She places 4 jugs of ale on a table full of patrons and disappears into the kitchen.
Fluet notices a fellow bard in one corner of the Inn, regaling a gathered group with some wild tale that obviously needs a lot of hand gestures. One man sat alone at a table seems to be looking at Dakar's axe with longing.
At the door to the room upstairs, someone is waiting. It's Lorna - the cleric of Alemi, who first contacted the party near the elven town of Titania. She beckons everyone in to the room as they come up the stairs. "Bless Alemi that you are all safe," she says. "Cherry told me where you had gone - do you have the potions? I say, who's this curious fellow?" She regards Clegg like an inquisitive bird.
Clegg looks astounded at Lorna for a moment, but is stunned into silence once more as K'Nara tells it to him straight. With an exaggerated sigh, and a roll of his eyes he says - "Look - I can tell you how to get in - how to get out. Thats all. As for the dragon - no one can beat him. No one. So it's useless to try." Then he gets a crafty look. "Hey - what about me and you eh? I like a woman with spirit, an' I'm rich now. Why don't we leave town together - head for new territory? We'd make a good team. How about it, love?"
Milo catches the following -
"... and THEN - as those unfortunate members of Obsidian sit down for dinner, safe in the knowledge that are the most elite force in the City - five HUGE barbarians burst in! Obisidian put up a fight - but one by one - they are TORN - LIMB from LIMB!..." (Fluet would probably catch the above too, coming from the bard.)
"... d'ya believe all this?" "Nah.... barbarians. I ain't seen no barbarians. Still, they'd have to be something like that to..."
".. gotta be the work of the Dark One, I reckon" "Shhh.... don't talk about 'im."
"... much would an axe like that bring? Can you get me a buyer?"
"... fire up town." "Yeah? Is it still going?" "Dunno. But patrols are spilling outta the barracks like swarms o' bees."
Outside, around at the stables, the lad regards the two elves. "Hmmm, lets see. I got room for a wagon, and four horses. Thats about it. Look - if your masters don't take you in at night - it's nothing special round here, but it's clean and dry, and your welcome."
Figment Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 12:07:13 PM
The mage smiles as he spies Lorna at the room. "Ah, it is good to see you my dear. Come in and let's visit.". The mage leads the cleric into the room. After she is comfortably seated he offers "I'm afraid we have not been terribly covert in our travails this day. I hope it doesn't damage our reason for being here. We have what we believe are the potions and our 'friend' here is the one taken by the guard. We felt it best to keep him with us until we concluded our business here as it would be disastrous if he were retaken. We are ready to continue our efforts after a brief respite - if possible. Of course, with the city guard on alert I'm not sure the best thing to do at this time. Perhaps we can get some intelligence reports from our friends in the city?".
Flueterflam Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 2:18:03 PM
Fluet keeps an eye of the other bard out of the corner of his eye. He watches the gestures and makes note of anything noticeable (including anything that may help himself perform in front of other people).
Milo (Invisible) Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 2:50:52 PM
Slipping into the room and shutting the door behind him, Milo slips his ring from his finger just long enough to become visible once again, "Speak for yourself Figment... I can assure you that I went completely undetected..." The halfling grins from ear to ear... "although the fireball was a nice distraction..." Then turning to Lorna in a most unusual display of humility and reverence, Milo bows down to one knee, and standing, looks her square in the eye, "Mistress Lorna, I wish to speak with you about ALEMI in private at your earliest convenience...I have some questions." Milo holds up the ancient book that he received at the temple, and taps the cover lightly.
Ingrge Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 4:37:59 PM
(OOC, Now I am confused. Did we or did we not leve our mouns and wagon here?)
Well thank you for the offer, we may take you up on it as the inkeeper doesn't seem to like elves inside. Does any one else stay in the barn I would hate to find a knife at my throat as i came in from a late delivery.
Dakar Tuesday January 23rd, 2001 7:20:47 PM
The dwarf's face grows red at Clegg. "Warriors and cowards are a mix of fools. No hearthguard would be seen with the likes of you." To Lorna he turns next, "Ah, priestess of Alemi. It is a gift to see you again."
K'nara d20=3 Wednesday January 24th, 2001 7:27:10 AM
For a good ten seconds, the human bladesinger was rendered speechless by Clegg's utter selfishness and ego. Then the proposition he'd made sank deeply into her mind...and the room turns red.
One...two...three... K'nara counted mentally, literally shaking with anger. Fortunately for the oblivious Clegg, the wisdom of her mother's advice to always count to ten before acting on anger won out over the female fighter's considerable impulse to just beat the bloody tar out of the preening man! (OOC: Made my Wisdom check--although I should point out that, had we been operating under 3ed rules, K'nara would have ABYSSMALLY flunked a Diplomacy check! ;D)
"Cleric, it is good to see you again," K'nara turned to Lorna and bowed respectfully, pointedly ignoring Clegg, "We have scrolls that our mages must check, as well as potions that we'd like to discover the purpose of before we complete our appointed task. I also think there may be an item or two that Ingrge needs Identified..?" Here the chestnut-haired warrior looked to her second-in-command, the question on her face obviously referring to the rings that the elf got from their encounter with Obsidian.
DEH Wednesday January 24th, 2001 10:39:54 AM
The mage remembers the ring he pulled off the Obsidian leader. "Here is a ring from that encounter. Ileft the other one there under the ring leader as it was clearly a scrying device and I knew we would not want to be traced. I also have the potions we think we need here in this pack. I do not have the strength to figure out what they are exactly and still be in top form for our objective. If you have the means I would be most grateful to find out what it is. It is the only ".
Shadrach Wednesday January 24th, 2001 10:55:19 AM
(How 'bout Intimidation, K'Nara?) Shad bowed to the cleric and sat down, fingering his trident suggestively while staring at Clegg.
Olana Wednesday January 24th, 2001 12:34:48 PM
Olana smiles and nods, peeping out from her cloak, occasionally glancing around and checking for trouble. Remembering the last time they were here, she and Ingrge didn't get thrown out, so maybe they could join the others after all.
Figment Wednesday January 24th, 2001 12:50:23 PM
(For some reason my Post Name has been reset twice by the system. I thought I'd done it right last time but now I'm sure of it. Sorry about that. DEH).
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Wednesday January 24th, 2001 1:04:27 PM
Cherry appears at the door with a sack of stuff. "I kept all this for you," she says. A muffled clank of weaponry is heard as she drops the sack on the floor. 'Maybe what you can't use, you can trade."
"Well hello, young man," says Lorna to Clegg, before giving Figment, K'Nara and Dakar a warm smile. "It is good to see you all too - safe and sound. I think Cherry might be able to help you with intelligence," she adds. "I've only just arrived here myself." To Milo she says, "Why yes of course! I would welcome a discussion on such a dear subject."
Clegg pulls a face at Dakar but then decides to halt his pitch to K'Nara on seeing the burly figure of Shadrach looking in his direction.
Cherry, on overhearing K'Nara says "I know someone in the City who could probably help with identifying if need be. I've checked with the Innkeeper. You can stay here for a couple of nights providing you don't attract attention. In the meantime I'll find out what I can. All I know for the moment, is that this evening's patrol seems heavier than usual."
Fluet hesitates in the tavern a few moments, and manages to pick up a few do's and don't's while taking a quick study of the other bard's oratory skills.
Outside - the stable lad says to Olana and Ingrge - "Well - I'd ask your masters first. The kitchen would be warmer, but - if they do pitch you out, you could do worse than sleep here." The sky is now pitch black as the City heads into late evening.
DM Jan (Stuff) Wednesday January 24th, 2001 1:26:58 PM
Inside the sack are -
4 good quality longswords 3 good quality shortswords Also the following blades, which appear to have some magic about them but will need investigating - 1 schmitar 2 longswords 1 shortsword.
Figment has a ring that exhudes some kind of magic, but the exact properties as yet are unknown. He also holds 20 "get out of jail free" potions - providing they work.
Ingrge is in possession of 7 scrolls that will need studying by someone with a wizard's training. Fluet is in possession of 2 scruffy looking, well thumbed notebooks and 7 scrolls - all of which will require a wizard's study to reveal what they are. Some people have a lot of reading to do.
The ring that held the green eye left the party's possession a while ago.
Flueterflam Wednesday January 24th, 2001 2:05:09 PM
The bard quietly says to Figment as an aside, "I'd like to talk to you about some of this stuff sometime soon. Whenever we get a chance to rest for awhile that is. No big hurry." As the bag of goodies is supplied to the group, Fluet makes it clear that he's somewhat interested in the magic longsword, unless they find it cursed of course.
Figment d20=4 Wednesday January 24th, 2001 3:15:24 PM
The mage smiles at the thought that they will have time to recover before attempting the jail raid. "I will avail myself to the scrolls and notebooks. I also think that we would do well to get Cherry's help in identifying the items we have and finding out what the guard is up to. And we must definitely rest and get ready. I think I will retire for the evening, replentish my spells, and then analyse the scrolls and notebooks. That is, of course, after I have a visit with Lorna - if she is not too tired...". (Cha by 10).
Figment Wednesday January 24th, 2001 3:56:30 PM
The mage also nods to Fluet and quietly says "Sure, how about the next open time?". If there is a break between planning, dinner, and visits with Lorna, the mage catches Fluets eye and steps over to a quiet corner somewhere. "So what's on your mind?".
Flueterflam Wednesday January 24th, 2001 7:36:40 PM
"Well, i just wanted to talk about the stuff I 'found' from his place." Fluet tries not to be too specific in case anyone is listening. "I'm just interested in knowing what's in the notebooks. And maybe if I can try to pick up anything from them. Nothing complicated of course, but just something that may help out in the future." He winks at Figment. "Never know when the smallest thing you never thought you'd use will save your life."
Milo Wednesday January 24th, 2001 8:43:40 PM
As Figment and Flueterflam step off to one side to talk wizard talk, Milo quickly steps in, and bowing with a flourish of his cloak, pipes up, "Ahem, now seems to be as good a time as any to discuss ALEMI... perhaps in another room? I have questions, and perhaps a request." Milo's indicates the door with a quick nod and a gracious smile.
Ingrge Wednesday January 24th, 2001 9:59:03 PM
taking a peek in to the barn, (what is in there please. # of horses, etc.)Ingrge thatnks the stable lad and with a nod to Olanna heads back around front and enters the inn.
K'nara d20=10 Thursday January 25th, 2001 6:16:57 AM
K'nara frowned as she thought over the party options.
"Those guards looking around for us have me a bit concerned," she admitted, "...BUT...I'd rather we go after our...quarry as fully powered as possible. Besides...Olana needs new armor--though I suspect getting elf-sized armor in Emerald City right now is going to arouse suspicion." The human bladesinger tried to use her brain this once, but the solution to getting the elven ranger suitable armor escaped her average intelligence. (OOC: missed the voluntary Intelligence check by one, dang it.)
Olana Thursday January 25th, 2001 11:18:43 AM
Olana scurried after Ingrge and into the Inn, keeping the lowest of the low profiles, presuming the others were upstairs. To be honest, she was feeling a bit vulnerable, and would be really happy when this was all over.
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Thursday January 25th, 2001 11:40:28 AM
Cherry has managed to secure two rooms for the party, and disappears down to the kitchen to bring up some food.
When she returns, she listens to K'Nara going over the options. "Hmm.. there's someone in town who can supply the armour, it just might cost a little more thats all. Money does a lot here, because of it's scarcity. What is your plan for tomorrow? I know you have the weapons and armour to investigate. Will you want a look at the prison?"
She then beckons for K'Nara to follow her out of earshot of Clegg. "What do you want to do with him?" she whispers. "If you get what you need, and someone can knock him out - I might be able to keep him here a little while, but not for long."
Ingrge and Olana enter the tavern. No one shows them the slightest bit of interest, as they are still listening to the bards tale of huge barbarians splattering the elite force of Obsidian. Down in the barn, Ingrge had noted 4 unsaddled horses and two carts, along with piles of feed and two stablehands playing some kind of card game.
As Fluet and Figment discuss the spellbooks, Lorna the priestess talks to the halfling, Milo. "Tell you what," she offers. "If you have time tomorrow, lets spend some of it together, and we can discuss what's on your mind. I know the book you carry well." After spending some time talking to Figment and Dakar, Lorna retires for the night.
Clegg, maybe a little punch drunk from all the money he's carrying decides to get into a stare-off with Shadrach, who towers over him by about a foot. The night draws in.
Milo Thursday January 25th, 2001 11:51:06 AM
To Lorna,"Sounds great milady... well, I'll see you in the morning, I'm going to go read some more..." With that, Milo adjourns to the other room where it is more quiet, and after lighting the lamp there, sits quietly and reads the ancient book of ALEMI until well after midnight before retiring for the evening.
Figment Thursday January 25th, 2001 1:15:12 PM
makes sure the items of interest leave with Cherry for identification. He nods to Fluet and tells hime he'll provide comment of the contents of the notebooks. After a good meal and conversation, he retires for the night after offering to take the last watch of the evening to supervise Clegg.
Ingrge Thursday January 25th, 2001 6:28:34 PM
walking into the inn, Ingrge looks around, seeing who is in the inn and then looks for someone who might be working here.
Dakar Thursday January 25th, 2001 7:39:32 PM
Dakar stays seated providing double guard for Clegg. He sleeps in his chair, snoring for a brief time, before waking up to act as double supervision on any necessary watch. Every once in a while he glances back at Clegg and runs his thumb against the sharpened blade of his axe.
Shadrach Thursday January 25th, 2001 8:17:13 PM
Listening to the conversation around him, Shad waited til Olana showed up. He waved to her. "Here, I want you to try on my armor. It's magical and might shrink to fit you. It can change it's looks to seem to be normal clothes, so if you can wear it, you wouldn't arouse suspicion in the streets."
K'nara Friday January 26th, 2001 7:37:10 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons bit her lip as she considered the options...then heard Shadrach offer Olana his magic armor. DOH! Of course that was the answer! Getting human-sized armor for Shad wouldn't be as big a problem as getting anything for an elf would be in Emerald City's current clime!
"We'll start the intended retrieval tomorrow, then," K'nara told Cherry, "I'll talk to Clegg one last time--just to make sure he's told us EVERYthing he can remember...then you should probably use your contacts to get the man out of Emerald City. We do NOT want the Guard nabbing him if we simply let him loose within the city limits."
Going over to each of the other Talons, K'nara tells each one: "We'll start the rescue tomorrow morning--after getting Shadrach some replacement armor. Clegg will be turned over to Cherry and the rest of the Tine network so that they can safely smuggle him out of the city." Then, seeing how Clegg and Shadrach are eyeing each other, some impish impulse causes the female fighter to say out loud:
"Why, you two look like you'd just LOVE to be bunkmates! I know that our resident bonze here will be HAPPY to watch over you as you sleep, Clegg!" Her hazel eyes dance with humor, then K'nara adds: "Fluet can relieve Shad after a couple of hours, then Ingrge can keep watch...and then I'll stand guard for the final couple of hours."
Olana Friday January 26th, 2001 2:10:52 PM
Olana finds her way back to the others, not cut out for Ingrge's subterfuge and being tagless - better off hidden from general view. Her faces changes from that of a rather nervous elf to one filled with hope as Shadrach offers his armour. "Oooooh, thank you, thank you!" she exclaims, giving him a beaming smile. "When we're out of all this mess I'll make it up to you. I can let you have it back and get some of my own." She tries it on at the earliest opportunity.
Shadrach Friday January 26th, 2001 2:15:02 PM
For a moment, Shad blushed at the attention. "Aw, I never needed that kind of fancy get-up. I usually wear the same clothes day in day out." He asked K'Nara, "So we're not going to wait to identify the potions exactly?"
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Saturday January 27th, 2001 1:43:53 AM
Down in the tavern, the tale ends, and people start to leave for the evening. Ingrge can see a man working behind the bar, but there's no sign of the Innkeeper at this point.
Upstairs, those instructed by K'Nara take their watches over the disgruntled Clegg, doubled up with Dakar, whom Clegg regards grumpily for about half an hour before settling to sleep, and snoring gently. The night is uneventful.
In the morning, Cherry comes in briefly and asks to borrow Clegg for a short while. As breakfast is sent up - they both re-emerge. Cherry has a supressed smile on her face. Clegg - much to his obvious disgust - is now dressed as a washerwoman. He sits down grumpily. "She says you need to ask me questions," he grumbles. "And if anyone starts laughing, I ain't saying nothing! Now what do you want to know?"
Cherry adds quietly that she has the weapons and the ring to take for examination, and knows somewhere to purchase armour. To those who check over the scrolls, it looks like it will take about 6 hours to decipher them.
Lorna appears and gives everyone a warm smile, pausing to look at Clegg for a moment, a mystified expression on her face.
Ingrge Saturday January 27th, 2001 9:59:52 AM
Finally making up to the room, Ingrge looks around at the others and with a nod to K'narra says that he is going to freshen up, get a little rest and then try to figure out the scrolls that they picked up.
After a four hour long resting trance, Ingrge starts pouring over the scrolls trying to decipher each.
Flueterflam Saturday January 27th, 2001 12:25:17 PM
The bard gets comfortable for awhile. He lets himself nod off until he needs to relieve Shad.
Milo Saturday January 27th, 2001 8:37:44 PM
After a hastily taken warm bath, Milo comes bouncing into the room, sees Clegg... his eyes widen, and he barely manages to hang onto the ancient book of Alemi that he is carrying as both of his hands come up to cover his mouth and stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble out. Then biting his tongue, he turns quickly to Lorna, and bows, "Good lady, would you like to discuss Alemi over a hot breakfast downstairs?" Regaining his composure, he gazes up at the priestess with a look filled with both reverence and deference.
K'nara Monday January 29th, 2001 6:42:56 AM
The human bladesinger looked abashed at Clegg's petulant statement, though her disappointment was so obvious that it had to have been an affectation.
"Now, Clegg, ol' buddy, you wound me to the heart, you do!" K'nara said chidingly. "What happened to that...sensitive guy who propositioned me so tenderly..?" Here the woman warrior pinched the man's cheek with a smile. "I just want to make sure that you've remembered everything about the jail you miraculously escaped from--it IS rather important to us, you know...why...how in the Wold can we hope for Flueterflam here to get his epic song about you completely correct if I don't go over the facts again..?" Her cauled head nodded towards the bard.
"We will be going the opposite way you did to get out..." K'nara added, "...which means you should tell us where you came OUT of the prison first, then the progress in reverse order from there..."
Flueterflam Monday January 29th, 2001 11:12:32 AM
"ZZzzZZzzzzzzzzzzz......." Fluet sleeps soundly, stirring slightly at the sound of his name. But he remains sleeping, and appears to mumble audibly enough to know that he IS talking, but the words don't make much sense.
Olana Monday January 29th, 2001 11:51:48 AM
The elf gets some rest. On awakening, she checks the armour Shad gave her, making sure it fit, and tested its encumberances. Once satisfied with that, she started to sharpen her weapons and check her arrows. Having noted the haul they acquired from Obsidian - she reckoned one of those long swords wouldn't go amiss either - if it was special. But then - no doubt they'd find out soon. With a soft chuckle, she prods Fluet as breakfast arrives. "You going to eat?" she asks, taking some fruit and bread if there is some.
DM Jan (The Heated Cross - Following Morning) Monday January 29th, 2001 12:09:12 PM
"Okay - this is what happened," said Clegg, giving K'Nara a glum look. "The wizard got me caught, and gave me a potion to sneak in with me. he left me to my own devices to get outta the cell. Well - that was easy," he added with a smirk. "It's just a lock. They don't go overboard with locks - the barrier's the thing ya see."
He wiped his nose on his sleeve and continued. "Anyway. I picked my way out around the time there's a watch change, swigged the potion, an' then slipped out with those who were delivering dinner to the night guard. They have a wizard on the outer gate, who gives the deliverers some kinda temporary charm - doesn't last long tho' - heh, you should see 'em run. I had to run like the wind to keep up." For a moment, he broke up with laughter before continuing. "Guards themselves must have something more permanent. One thing I should warn ya. That potion tastes right foul. Had to puke as soon as I got outta sight. Gads, I don't know whats in it - but it don't half make ya feel rotten."
Cherry asks if someone would accompany her with whatever needs identifying. "Might need some money," she says apologetically. Lorna nods at Milo's suggestion. The scrolls and books slowly begin to reveal their secrets to all that can read them.
Flueterflam Monday January 29th, 2001 3:28:18 PM
Fluet stirs at Olana's prod. With a slight morning smile, he slowly opens his eyes and lets them adjust to the light. Upon hearing Cherry ask for assistance, "I'll go." Then the bard yawns loudly. "If no one else wants to that is." The bard proceeds to look around for food.
Milo Monday January 29th, 2001 3:54:29 PM
"Excuse me... " Milo apologizes as he steps away from Lorna just long enough to fish a pouch, from some unseen location on his person, and retrieve what look to be five jade cut in the shape of crescent moons from it. He smiles at Cherry, "Here sweetie... these should cover the expenses... or at least part of 'em," and he drops the five jade (50 gp each) into her hand. He then turns back to Lorna and quietly escorts the priestess downstairs where they sit with warm bread and tea, and discuss Alemi. Milo asks question after question, with one answer leading to three or more questions, frequently referring back to the book he is carrying. In the end though, all his questions seem to boil down to one... "Um, Lorna, could you teach me how to pray to Alemi." Milo looks surprised to hear the words come from his own mouth, but once said, his face seems to radiate peace.
Figment d20=9 Monday January 29th, 2001 4:53:45 PM
The mage pays any additional moneys Cherry thinks she needs and after speaking with Lorna heads to bed. Upon his watch, he replentishes his spells and then carefully studies the scrolls and notebooks, noting whatever secrets they reveal (Int by 9).
Shadrach Monday January 29th, 2001 5:58:36 PM
Shad asked Cherry where he could get human-sized chain mail quickly. He also offered to go with her if she needed lots more money.
Ingrge Monday January 29th, 2001 6:43:39 PM
Having studied a batch of scrolls through the night, Ingrge plops down next to Figment, So I guess we ought to compare what we have in order to see how we can best aid ourselves and the group. That and when you have a spare moment I now have a copy of thet Dispel magic spell of yours, you had to ruin for Olanna.
K'nara Tuesday January 30th, 2001 6:58:42 AM
"Oh...just swell. We have to sneak in AND out of the prison from that one access point, hmmm?" the human bladesinger frowned. "Okay...anybody here have any suggestions on how we can manage that? It looks to me that we'd probably have to do practically the same thing as Clegg did--get ourselves arrested and then bust out of the prison during a watch change..."
Olana Tuesday January 30th, 2001 10:58:02 AM
"Maybe we should take a look at the place," offers the elf, " and see what we're up against. There might be other ways - or we might be able to sneak in, or something." Looking at Ingrge and Figment - busy with the scrolls, and seeing that Milo had gone down to breakfast, she adds - "They're busy. Shad's got to get some armour, and him and Fluet were going with Cherry, aren't they? Maybe the rest of us could do a quick recon and meet up later."
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Tuesday January 30th, 2001 11:54:49 AM
Cherry looks relieved as Fluet and Shadrach offer to accompany her, and thanks the others for the cash. "It's not too far - but it's not in exactly the best part of town," she says. "I suppose the sooner we get there, the sooner we're done." She picks up a bundle that contains the ring, and the weapons, and sets off.
"In order to pray, all you have to do is open your heart, and Alemi will be listening," says Lorna to Milo at breakfast. She talks with him at length about the book, and her own personal theological journeys.
So far, the mages have been able to determine the following - One of the books carries instructions on how to improve memory and logic, with a magical effect. 2 second level arcane 'summon swarm' scrolls. 1 third level arcane 'summon monster 111' scroll.
"What about me?" wails Clegg.
Figment d20=9 Tuesday January 30th, 2001 12:01:06 PM
The mage continues to look at the notebook regarding intelligence and memory. After a time he tears himself away, compares notes with Ingrge, and looks at the other scrolls. He continues until they have them all analysed.
Milo Tuesday January 30th, 2001 12:32:38 PM
With a look of simple awe on his face, "You mean all I have to do is say something and really mean it? Okay then..." Placing his hands in his lap, Milo closes his eyes and concentrates on relaxing his entire being. Again, fishing that same pouch from some unseen place on his person, he deftly opens the pouch, and pulls a ruby from its interior. Holding it between him and Lorna so no one else can see, he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. And then, in nearly a whisper, so that only Lorna can hear him, "Alemi... please watch over me and my friends as we try to right a wrong that has been done to a good person... you know who I mean... and please help my friends to not be too hasty, or noisy, while we're doing it..." That said, Milo looks up at Lorna with a serene smile on his face... "Like that?" Then remembering where he is, he quickly drops the ruby back into his pouch, and after sealling the container, makes it disappear.
Ingrge Tuesday January 30th, 2001 6:48:39 PM
listening with a quarter of an ear to what their fearless leader is saying, Ingrge comments. "well before you all decided to go and butcher all the Obsidian guards I actually had a plan but since we don't have any usable uniforms.....
As Clegg whines yet again, Ingrge looks up sharply and says, "Well, I am sure I can find a farmer out there who would like to have a good time with a new skirt."
Dakar Wednesday January 31st, 2001 1:58:04 AM
"Well Ingre, next time I'll try not to cut the cloth when I cut the flesh. I dinna know that the uniforms were needed so severely." Dakar says to Ingre, his voice without a hint of sarcasm. He picks up his warhammer. "That's what the blunt end is for."
K'nara Wednesday January 31st, 2001 7:20:02 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons eyed Ingrge and Dakar, half a smile on her face at the dwarf's dour sarcasm.
"He's gotcha there, Ingrge." she said, winking at the elf. "And I think Olana has an idea...as long as we're waiting for Fluet & Shad to get back from ID'ing them items, Milo and I could go check out the prison site and brainstorm something when we get back to here. What d'you say, Milo..?"
Shadrach Wednesday January 31st, 2001 9:19:12 AM
He shook his head. "Try to run when you get into trouble today." He left with Olana.
Flueterflam Wednesday January 31st, 2001 11:25:36 AM
Fluet heads out with Cherry and Shad when they're both ready. He lets out one last yawn, and stretches before heading out the door.
Olana Wednesday January 31st, 2001 11:56:40 AM
Looking around for a moment, Olana whispers to K'Nara. "I think Milo's downstairs talking to Lorna. Dakar and I could go with you, although if I'm caught -" She sighs. "I'll stay here for now. I won't risk everyone till we're ready to do this."
DM Jan ( Out and About) Wednesday January 31st, 2001 12:41:28 PM
((OOC - all treasure listed is 3rd Edn compatible))
Eventually, Ingrge and Figment manage to figure out what all the paperwork means, and realise the party has acquired the following -
The two scruffy notebooks - though fairly light - contain pages heavy with very very tiny spidery script, which is difficult to read. They are Tomes of Clear Thought and will take about 48 hours solid reading to get through. There is magic interlaced in the pages, beginning to fade as the pages are read, and it is estimated the magic could well disappear after 6 days. At this point there is no indication of the actual measure of benefit that is likely to be gained. The scrolls are - 1 Summon Monster Lvl 3 3 Summon Swarm Lvl 2 2 Fog Cloud Lvl 2 1 Whispering Wind lvl 2 1 Major Image Lvl 3 3 Spider Climb Lvl 1 2 Glitterdust Lvl 2 1 Charm Monster Lvl 4
Cherry sets off with Shadrach and Fluet, heading south in the general direction of The Stinking Hole, turning off a couple of streets away, not far from where their horses are stabled. There - is a blacksmith, and clanging sounds can be heard from the yard. Inside - are two human men with biceps like tree trunks working on anvils, and a couple of elves shoveling coal for the fires. Another man, in a scruffy green robe approaches. Cherry talks to him quickly, and he takes the items from her hands. He points over to a small enclave where various pieces of armour are displayed. "I have armour for sale over there," he announces to Shadrach before disappearing through a door. "I have some decent chain at 150 if yer interested." About an hour later he reappears looking a little tired, but with a definite gleam in his eye. "Oooh, lets see," he says rubbing his hands, and placing the scmitar, 2 shortswords, and the two longswords on the table. "6 items... hmm... thats gonna cost ya 350 gp. I can do you a deal and take the 6 non magical weapons off your hands for 30gp. That means a cost of 320 gp." "Now see the scimitar? Look at the handle. Specially designed for throwing that is..." He describes the weapons -
Scimitar of Throwing +2 (can become a ranged weapon within 10 feet) Longsword +2 Longsword +2 Shortsword +2 Shortsword +2
Then he scratches his chin. "As for the ring, hmmmm.... well - it's just a Ring Spell Turning. Magic isnt used much in this town, so it's probably not worth much to you. Tell you what!" he beams. "I'm a generous man. If you let me have the ring - I'll not charge you for the rest of the stuff. I'll even throw in some chain mail for free! How about that?"
K'nara and whoever decides to go with her, head off toward the jail, which is - as K'Nara remembers, east of their position across town - not far from the Council Palace. The streets are busy, and it is late morning when they arrive. There is a Guardhouse next to a bridge over a dry moat, and then the main gate. The moat looks about 30 feet deep, and there is a strange shimmer over the place. This doesn't seem to be stopping some children playing nearby. At lunchtime, two delivery men arrive with baskets at the gatehouse.
Figment Wednesday January 31st, 2001 5:55:29 PM
The mage is taken aback by the discovery of the tomes. "My goodness, Ingrge. I must have one of these. They will increase our ability to cast. I wish we would have taken some more time to gather more magic from this guys place. I bet we would have really found some amazing things. I'm totally shocked that he was so easy to take down...". The mage prepares the list of information and gives it to K'Nara when she returns.
Ingrge Wednesday January 31st, 2001 6:25:54 PM
My My, What a find is right. since te books are written for mages I suspect that we each should take one to read. I think we should eventually try to get some of these scrolls written down in our books to add to our potential arsenal, but I guess we should wait till the boss shows back up.
K'nara d100=5 d20=15 Thursday February 1st, 2001 6:31:57 AM
After checking with Milo to see if he was available to go with her to case the prison, K'nara made her way to the location and skulked about accordingly. (OOC: made the Hide in Shadows roll easily) She spent most of her time trying to see if there was anything particularly out-of-the-ordinary that the group could use to their advantage, but the only thing that happened was the lunchtime delivery. (OOC: didn't make the voluntary Perception check.)
"Hmmm...let's see who's the lucky chef that gets the prison concession..." she mused, following the pair of delivery people when they came back out of the jail. Maybe the establishment that provided the vittles would be willing to "rent out" the task of delivery to the Emerald Talons...
Milo d100=83 d20=1 Thursday February 1st, 2001 5:10:46 PM
As K'nara drops by his table on the way out, Milo looks to Lorna briefly, "I'm sorry, I have to go take care of business as it were, though I'd like to discuss the responsibilities of Alemi's clergy later on perhaps..." With that Milo gives a short nod to K'nara, and falls in beside his friend... on her reconnaisance of the prison. (OOC: Attempted to hide with K'nara unsuccessfully, though I aced my perception check.)
Olana Thursday February 1st, 2001 7:20:35 PM
The elf stays behind along with the mages, and gets in some sword practice while wearing the new armour.
Shadrach Thursday February 1st, 2001 11:55:58 PM
Shad snorted at the blacksmith's deal. "We'll keep you in mind, but there's a lady who'll hit us with the flat of her blade if we sold magic without consulting her. I'll take the chain mail, though." He slipped his hand into his sash and pulled out some fine pearls (100gp ea). "These ought to cover my armor."
DM Jan (Out and About) Friday February 2nd, 2001 2:43:26 AM
Olana, Ingrge and Figment stay back at base.
After a bit of haggling at the blacksmiths - Cherry, Fluet and Shadrach manage to pay for the magic items and the chain mail with three of Shad's pearls, and those things Milo gave to Cherry.
Out at the prison - Just down the road are various baker's and food vendor's kitchens. It's chaos with steam, ovens, boiling water and people in cooks hats and aprons - running in and out of one building and into another. There are good smells and bad smells - as scents of food and kitchen refuse combine. There's a laundry too, where an elf can be seen carrying sacks from the kitchens. Their proximity suggest that perhaps these places serve both the prison and the palace beyond.
K'nara Friday February 2nd, 2001 6:11:59 AM
Frowning, K'nara looked specifically for the people who had delivered the food to the prison, intending to ask them who ran the food vendor's. Once she found out who was in charge, she'd see about whether the Talons could pinch-hit as personnel for the dinnertime delivery.
Dakar the painmonger d20=1 Friday February 2nd, 2001 11:22:14 AM
Dakar stumbles over to K'nara, trips, and swears "OATH!" Apparently fortune has not favored the fool as he has fallen flat on his face while attempting to hide, having missed a large rock that lay close to the ground. ::grumble:: "Damn rocks, always so much easier to see underground."
Figment d20=20 Friday February 2nd, 2001 11:54:03 AM
The mage finishes replentishing his spells and re-examines the potions more carefully to make sure they are identical in consistency and ingredients (20+4+4=28 DC). "Ingrge, I'd say we better get this done and out of the city so we can take advantage of these tomes. Looks like they'll not last too long now that we've begun to read them.". He reports his findings on the potions to the others and prepares his equipment for the infiltration.
After making sure Clegg is out of earshot, he talks to Cherry. "Once we have secured our quarry, where do we take him? Out of town or somewhere else?".
NOTE: I intend to begin using #rd Ed rules on all checks and "non-combat" rolls. Is this OK?
Flueterflam Friday February 2nd, 2001 2:29:40 PM
"Looks like i didn't need to come along in the first place. I didn't realize you'd do all the shopping." Fluet follows the two back, walking casually behind them. The bard appears easy going and not too caught up with the task he must soon engage in.
Ingrge Saturday February 3rd, 2001 11:10:58 AM
Hmm, Yes I had noticed that I wonder just how long it will take to digest one of these. where have the others gotten off to. I would like to hear what they plan for us to do, for i am tired of wearing this tag.
Shadrach Sunday February 4th, 2001 10:38:59 PM
"Aw, it was nice to get outside," Shad smiled at the sunny sky. Then he abruptly remembered the Obsidians and guard likely to be looking for them. He hunched over and muttered, "Maybe we ought to get back to the inn with the others."
Olana Monday February 5th, 2001 10:52:50 AM
Back at base, Olana waits for the others to return and practices more swordplay, concentrating on the interplay of two weapons within the scope of Shad's armour.
DM Jan (Out and About) Monday February 5th, 2001 11:06:03 AM
Out at the kitchens near the prison, K'Nara finds one of the delivery men who looks astounded at her request. "You wanna go where??" "Listen," he says conspiratorily. "Me and some of the lads are supposed to go back tonight after the watch change in 6 hours. That place gives me the creeps. You want to deliver instead. That's fine by me. We'll go to the tavern. You'll have to be here in 6 hours time though."
The man gets swallowed up by the bustling kitchens and disappears. The streets continue to be busy, and no one over at the prison notices anyone paying any attention.
At the blacksmiths, Cherry pays up and returns with the others back to the Heated Cross with the others and the now identified weapons and ring.
At the Heated Cross, a rather bored Clegg, still in womens clothes starts poking fun at Ingrge and Figment. "What is it with you spell merchants anyway," he says jovially. 'I've heard you're all stark raving mad."
As the day wears on - something in the air appears to change. It's a subliminal thing, hardly felt, but for some reason, everyone feels a little different. Maybe it's just a slight change in the weather.
((3rd EDITION SWITCH ALERT))
Figment d20=18 Monday February 5th, 2001 12:27:24 PM
The mage chooses to ignore Clegg for the most part but tries to be civil on hopes of keeping his disposition reasonable. Even if he himself is no threat to the party, he could do something stupid and jeopardize their mission. Instead he chooses to prepare for the assault and hasty departure from the city.
He graciously accepts the ring from Cherry and says to everyone when they return, "I think one detail we need to make sure of is remove the barrels from the wagon before we depart. That way the guard will not wonder why we are leaving with what we came in with. Perhaps we could exchange it for something from here that sells well in Plateau City...". He scans his memory of the restaurants there to attempt to remember anything culinary that would fit the bill. (18+6+4=28 DC).
Ingrge Monday February 5th, 2001 8:14:15 PM
Waiting and talking, Ingrge grimaces anytime Clegg opens his mouth. Finally at Clegg'c mage comment, Ingrge turns to him and with a cold smile says, Now Clegg, you are already are wearing a dress, would you like to have the body to go along with it? Or perhaps you would like to start on a diet of, Oh.. let's say... Flies?
Milo Tuesday February 6th, 2001 12:39:29 AM
Milo half mumbles, "Six hours got it..." then glancing up to K'nara briefly, assuming she is ready to leave at this point, Milo turns, and begins making his way back to the Heated Cross.
K'nara Tuesday February 6th, 2001 7:29:20 AM
The tall human female nods to the delivery man and then to Milo.
"Time to let the others know what we've found." K'nara commented, swiftly joining the halfling thief in their return to the Heated Cross. She planned to wait until everyone was back at the room before explaining what they'd found out.
Shadrach Tuesday February 6th, 2001 8:29:48 AM
He changed into his new armor, then went to join the others. He smiled at Figment. "I had a feeling somebody'd snap that up. With all these magic swords, maybe we ought to become weapons merchants. Or give 'em to the elves."
Olana Tuesday February 6th, 2001 11:25:25 AM
As the others return, the elf bombards them with questions - "What did you find out? Do we have a plan? Will it be difficult? When are we going to do it? etc etc...." - bouncing up and down on her toes excitedly and eager to be off and get this thing done.
DM Jan (Back at the Heated Cross) Tuesday February 6th, 2001 11:50:34 AM
As Figment ponders a way out, he seems to remember a few stores selling cheeses, and some selling grain on the edges of the neighbourhood that had all the hotels for visitors.
Clegg thinks for a moment about Ingrge's proposal, until it suddenly clicks that the elf has offered to change him into a toad or a lizard or something worse. "You! You -" he splutters, then falls into a glum silence.
Cherry, Fluet and Shadrach get back safely with the weapons and the ring. "He been behaving himself?" asks Cherry, nodding toward Clegg.
Not long after, K'Nara, Milo and Dakar arrive back from the reconaissance mission, also without incident, although they have witnessed a lot of patrols, including those garbed in the manner of Obsidians. Just before they enter the tavern, they see Lorna the cleric sat outside, telling a story to a group of scruffy urchins. She nods, acknowledging them discreetly - the kind of nod she would give to any passing stranger.
Dakar Tuesday February 6th, 2001 12:47:59 PM
"I can't say I like the look of this. We must stay alert." Dakar swings his war axe over his shoulder. "Hmm, feels a bit lighter than it used to. Interesting."
Figment Tuesday February 6th, 2001 2:19:43 PM
The mage offers his thoughts on the acquisition of foodstuffs from here on their way out of town. That way they can look like they actually traded something as they leave. He listens as he hears K'Nara's ideas on getting in and out.
Ingrge Tuesday February 6th, 2001 5:03:20 PM
Allowing himself the luxury of a rare grin, Ingrge looks at Clegg and winks, just to make him wonder just whether or not Ingrge might do it. As Cherry asks how Clegg is behaving, Ingrge replies,with a grin, "Oh our little toady is just hopping right along."
Flueterflam Tuesday February 6th, 2001 11:30:59 PM
The bard waits around somewhat patiently. Although, he appears somewhat anxious. "So do we have a definite plan, or are we still planning on just waltzing in?" Fluet snickers. "I must admit I think it would be fun, though. Oh, and another thing, are we dividing these weapons among ourselves, or just gonna let them rust? If the former, I'd like to go for one of the short swords."
Milo Wednesday February 7th, 2001 12:21:25 AM
Seeing Lorna, Milo pauses briefly to listen to her story. Afterwards he approaches her quietly, "Ah... I want to thank you for your assistance and patience with me, I really enjoy discussing Alemi and his precepts with you. He definitely gives me something to think about." That said, Milo passes quietly into the Heated Cross to where his friends are talking, and listens quietly, assuming that K'nara will fill them in on the plan.
K'nara Wednesday February 7th, 2001 6:48:35 AM
"I've contacted the guys who deliver the food to the prison...they seem to be willing to take a...um...respite from their duties tonight at six o'clock." the leader of the Emerald Talons said. "We'll see about having as many of us become the deliverers as possible. Depending on how many of us can actually pose as that kind of personnel, we'll have to see about using other kinds of disguises to sneak in." Looking a bit embarrassed, K'nara glanced at Olana.
"Being women, Olana and I could, uh, present ourselves as 'working girls' looking for a quick silver or two from the guards." Her cheeks colored a bit. "That could also serve to distract whomever's on duty long enough for anyone not disguised as the food deliverers to sneak into the place. I...I'll think a bit about that one." K'nara's hazel eyes regarded those whom went out to Identify the magic items.
"So...what is it that we've got..?" she asked.
Olana Wednesday February 7th, 2001 10:46:41 AM
The elf bats her big blue eyes jokingly and lets out a nervous giggle at K'Nara's suggestion, then looks puzzled. "I'm an elf though," she ponders. "I bet they wouldn't want anything to do with me - although I bet I could pass for a servant easy enough. That's all elves seem to do here." Looking at the weapons, she adds - "One of those longswords would come in handy."
DM Jan (Back at the Heated Cross) Wednesday February 7th, 2001 11:00:41 AM
Lorna smiles at Milo. "May Alemi bless you, and always be with you, your friends too" she says as he goes to join the others. Inside the Inn, as Clegg stares at Ingrge with a sour expression, Cherry goes through what she brought back from the blacksmiths.
"A ring of Spell Turning - the blacksmith really wanted to get his mitts on that one. The 2 longswords, and the 2 shortswords are enhanced (+2), so is the scimitar (+2), although he said that particular weapon was specially designed so it can be effectively thrown and used as a ranged weapon. "This is quite a haul - Parnoth arms his soldiers well, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with them - the blacksmith would have told me if there was." She looks over at Figment and Ingrge on her way to get some tea and cakes. "Did you two uncover some nice surprises, too?
Figment Wednesday February 7th, 2001 1:00:54 PM
"Ah yes, we have two books of arcane knowledge which apparently increase one's mental acuity in an unspecified, but permanent fashion. We also have several scrolls with a number of wizard spells. Which we would expect seeing their origin. They are - if you're interested: 1 Summon Monster Lvl 3, 3 Summon Swarm Lvl 2, 2 Fog Cloud Lvl 2, 1 Whispering Wind lvl 2, 1 Major Image Lvl 3, 3 Spider Climb Lvl 1, 2 Glitterdust Lvl 2, and 1 Charm Monster Lvl 4. Some of these I already have, some I do not. They will make an excellent addition to my - and Ingrge's - arsenal.". As the options for infiltration are shared, the mage offers his ideas. "I could become invisible and attempt to enter - or exit in that way. I think it's use in exiting would be safer. I would discourage the idea of you two posing as ladies of the night because you would be separated from us. I think staying together will be crucial.".
Dakar Wednesday February 7th, 2001 1:30:17 PM
"Ugh. Prostitution is such an ignoble business. Especially to be undertaken by a warrior woman. But if it the only way." Dakar spits on the inn's floor. "I despise trickery. Mind me not to answer any questions posed. It could create problems for us. Perhaps I should pose as a mute, due to that?"
Milo Wednesday February 7th, 2001 2:57:38 PM
Milo has a look of extreme disinterest as he glaces over the proferred treasure. Then turning to his friends, "Okay, lets see, I agree with Figment about the 'being separated thing...' its not really a good idea.. and I agree with Dakar in the 'he shouldn't do any of the talking thing...' he might very well give us away in his noble honesty... In my humble opinion, we should all dress down in simple clothing, meaning no obvious armor, hide one weapon a piece on our persons, for those of us who rely on such things..." Milo smiles at Figment, "and once we are past the guards, the more of us that we can make invisible... the better... It may not be a bad idea to purchase the silence of the regular workers with a few coins for their ale, and once we're in, I'd like to take point... may Alemi bless us in this 'intrusion'." Milo face kinda quirks at his final statement, but then he seems rather satisfied with himself.
Shadrach Wednesday February 7th, 2001 3:32:33 PM
Shad stared at Milo, brow crinkling. His hands squeezed around the sahuagin trident given to him by Gold Dragons. It was a beautiful weapon, cruelly barbed with undulating carvings. It was too large to hide in clothing. He looked down at it, wishing he could take it with him. "I'll have to get something else...a club, or mace, maybe," Shad said without enthusiasm.
Ingrge Wednesday February 7th, 2001 7:14:16 PM
Listening to K'narra's plan, and Figments comments Ingrge thinks a moment and then simply states. I think the Ladies go in Invisible and the rest of us as the food team. The ladies could carry some of our extra weapons so they are close at hand and not obvious. I think Milos suggestion about lubricating the regular crew is a great one. As for the Invisibility part of it, for myself I would be glad to give my remaining potion to one of them If I may have one of the tomes.
K'nara Thursday February 8th, 2001 7:33:04 AM
Strategies presented themselves, flaring to life and then fading from consideration as her friends and colleagues all gave K'nara their input. Rubbing her chin, the redhead gave a nod as she settled on the likeliest course of action.
"All right, then--I think the Invisibility spell is a good idea..." the female fighter said firmly, "...Olana and I will be invisible, and we'll carry the weapons with us so that you can look like the food delivery guys. Milo, don't use your ring...we'll keep that to use on what's-his-face when we get him."
Olana Thursday February 8th, 2001 12:23:32 PM
Olana nods vigorously - obviously preferring the invisibility idea on account of being an 'illegal visitor' in the Emerald City. She picks up one of the new, fancy longswords, trying it for size. "I'll carry whats needed," she adds with a smile. "I might be small, but I'm strong."
DM Jan (Back at the Heated Cross) Thursday February 8th, 2001 12:43:51 PM
As Clegg mumbles to himself, huggling his gold which is hidden under his dress, everyone else discusses strategy and various plans are put forth.
Cherry returns with an urn of tea and a plate piled high with currant buns. "Oh... you mean Caden Tremaine," she whispers reverently, going all starry-eyed for a moment as K'Nara mentions who they're about to rescue. Snapping out of it, she looks around for the map that Clegg drew of the prison, and on finding it - she spreads it out on the table, next to the buns. Clegg cranes his neck for a look. "Hmph..." he says, poking at finger at his drawing. " Once you're over the moat bridge - providing they're all playing cards, you might do it. A sleeping draught would be better though - knock 'em out. Specially at the check -in. That way you can sneak down the steps. "Did I mention the cells go down in a spiral? Alphabetical order." He then bursts out laughing. "Tremaine, you say? Gads, thats nearly at the bottom!" Further mirth is stifled as he pushes a currant bun in his mouth.
Figment Thursday February 8th, 2001 12:57:58 PM
The mage smiles at Clegg's suggestion. "A good idea my good man, I'll prepare a sleep spell for that purpose.". He reviews his spells and makes sure they are optimized for this operation.
Milo Thursday February 8th, 2001 1:15:06 PM
Milo looks pale at K'nara's suggestion, "Um... not use my ring... uh.. okay, if you say so." He grabs a sticky bun, and begins to gnaw on it absentmindedly while he goes through possible hide strategies in his head. Then resolved, he looks up and smiles, "Sure, okay."
Flueterflam Thursday February 8th, 2001 8:39:57 PM
"So, when are we changing our clothing?" Fluet twiddles his thumbs, feeling inadaquate about his role in the whole scheme.
Ingrge Thursday February 8th, 2001 8:59:12 PM
Tremaine, why does that name sound familiar? Hmm... as Clegg mentions the alphabetical thing, Ingrge frowns. "of course we have to go nearly all the way down. We can't ever seem to do things the easy way. At Figment's comment about the sleep spell, Ingrge nods, That will give us two then, as I have a specialized version of it memorized already.
Dakar Friday February 9th, 2001 2:04:55 AM
"I will not remove my armor. Perhaps it would be best that I be made invisible to act as a pack mule. I could carry the gear of the rest with ease. But I will not remove my armor." Dakar glares at Milo. "You may live by subterfuge. I live by my martial prowess."
K'nara Friday February 9th, 2001 6:48:59 AM
Smiling at the party's thief-cum-cleric, K'nara amended her order to Milo:
"Well...try NOT to use it, because Tremaine may need it." Then, upon hearing Dakar's objection to subterfuge, K'nara opened her mouth, closed it, harrumphed and then spoke with a curt nod.
"Aye, then, cleric of Domi," she agreed, "Since it would be hard to pass off a spiky, armored earthkin as a mere delivery man, you should be invisible. I will remain visible, then, since my bayra--" Here the leader of the Talons indicated the long tunic she was wearing, "--can easily cover the studded leather armor I wear. My presence may also, hopefully, keep the guards from noticing Ingrge and Figment casting their spells." The fleeting grimace on K'nara's face showed that she did NOT look forward to that part of the rescue.
"Now...you've all gone through this lot of stuff..?" the auburn-haired woman nodded to the table that now only had the scrolls and the swords on it. "If you have, then I can take that scimitar, I suppose. It's not a flamer, but one never knows when one can use the extra effectiveness such a weapon can provide." Then her sharp hazel eyes fell upon the pile of scrolls on the table.
"Master Greymaulk tells me that I am a few weeks from being able to cast spells..." the Wold's only human bladesinger held up the hand with her silver ring on it and waggled the fingers, indicating the means by which she communicated daily with the Gold Dragon, "...I should like a scroll or two of the lowest level spells, and then Figment and Ingrge can divide what's left between them, if that's agreeable to all..?" (OOC: that translates to giving K'nara two of the Spider Climb scrolls if neither Ingrge nor Figment objects.)
Olana Friday February 9th, 2001 11:28:41 AM
Olana moves over to Fluet and gives him a mischievous smile. "Are you nervous?" she asks. "I am, but just think what a great story this will make. Think of the crowds that will come to listen."
Flueterflam Friday February 9th, 2001 11:53:12 AM
"Do you think I'll actually be able to use our names within our lifetime though? I doubt it, unless our good old green friend is conveniently removed." The bard sighs deeply, "Oh well. I guess I can settle for being referred to as 'hero' and 'mighty warrior'." A large snicker appears as Fluet cannot contain his sarcasm.
Several minutes later, "So, Olana, would you mind doing that eyelash thing again?" Fluet winks.
DM Jan (The Heated Cross) Friday February 9th, 2001 11:58:15 AM
Plans are made. Weapons and magic 'stuff' are appropriated. After a bit of scurrying about, Cherry manages to come up with a few scruffy tunics, and as the afternoon wears on - Clegg starts to get nervous. "What about me? What about me?" he keeps asking, ad nauseum. As the time comes to set off, Cherry speaks up. "Well - I can smuggle Clegg here out of the City. Do you have everything you need?" Clegg pipes up - "Don't take the potions till you're ready to cross the bridge, an' like ah said - they'll put a fire in your belly. I got the screaming sh - " His sentence is cut short by a clip round the back of the head from Cherry. She continues. "Lorna will stay in the City, and keep her eye on things there. I'll wait outside the City gates with a few others of the Tines for when you bring Caden out. Good luck - and may your gods be with you."
Milo Friday February 9th, 2001 12:38:26 PM
Undaunted by Dakar's glowering look, Milo smiles serenely at the dwarven priest. "I understand the tenets of your faith as you have spoken them, but I must ask you two questions.. If you do not use subterfuge, then why would you submit to an invisibility spell? My second question is simply... What makes someone a great warrior? Their armor? I would contend otherwise... as K'nara wears relatively light armor, and is, in my estimation, a great warrior. At any rate, if you choose to utilize invisibility, you will get no further arguments from me... I merely wanted to bring that up for your own consideration." With that the smiling halfling accepts a plain tunic from Cherry, donning it, and shifting his jeweled short sword behind him in such as manner as to be hidden under his cloak. "There, I look a very plain halfling indeed..." looking to K'nara... "Ready..." Then under his breath... "Alemi, give me the wisdom to know truth, the patience to wait for it, and the strength to endure the wait."
Figment Friday February 9th, 2001 12:46:34 PM
Begrudginly, the mage winces as he hears K'Nara's interest in the scrolls, but says nothing as she takes possession of her choices. Instead he focuses on what he has and what he needs to do to make preparations for the assault including modification of spells (1 hour).
Ingrge Friday February 9th, 2001 7:25:45 PM
Looking at Figment as he comments about preparations, Ingrge walks over and sits near the other mage, If you would like, I think we might benefit by perhaps comparing notes to see how we might best plan our magic assault or defense we might find that there are some spells that we might want to both have that one of us does not currently know.
Figment Saturday February 10th, 2001 2:13:57 PM
The mage shares his plans for spells and strategy with Ingrge. He offers him his list of known spells in return for his. At the opportune moment, he makes him a proposition. "Ingrge, I think it would be in both of our best interest to share these scrolls and both make them part of our spell books. What do you think?".
Shadrach Sunday February 11th, 2001 8:11:21 PM
Shad came back from shopping. He changed into an oversize tunic and cloak. He wriggled a bit from hiding a morningstar down his back. "Well, it fits. Just hope I don't have to sit back. I'm ready as I'll be."
K'nara Monday February 12th, 2001 7:04:09 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons rigged the magic scimitar's sheathe so that--should the fighter ever need to use it--she would draw the curved blade from behind her left shoulder. She nodded her cauled head at Cherry's volunteering to take Clegg from the city soon.
"We'll meet you outside the city, then--where the boundary of the Culverwood starts." K'nara agreed. "Keep Clegg safe--he's a pain in the neck, but he did help us. If we don't rendezvous with you by dawn tomorrow, disperse and go to safe houses. Assume that we, too, have been captured or killed." The human bladesinger frowned, hoping that this would not be the case.
"Getting in will hopefully be easy enough," K'nara addressed her own group, "Assuming that the ward which the guards cast upon us is an 'area effect' deal rather than an individual spell that has to be cast on each person. After the protection has been cast, we should probably just act as though we are going to deliver the food until we are out of their sight, go spring Tremaine, come back towards the exits and THEN have the Sleep spells cast upon the guards near the exit...and then only if it looks like it will be necessary." The female fighter rubbed her chin as she continued to plan out loud.
"Olana and Dakar would be invisible, so they'd hold not only the weapons but the spare potions, too. We'll each carry one bottle, which means that Olana and Dakar will both have, um...two? We got ten jail potions, right..?" The not-as-book-learned-as-she'd-like-to-be fighter started counting on her fingers.
Olana Monday February 12th, 2001 11:14:02 AM
Olana asks Dakar what he wants to carry, and then takes her own share of the load of potions and extra weapons. Then, with a wink at Fluet, she says "I'm ready!"
DM Jan (Time to get the Prisoner) Monday February 12th, 2001 11:25:35 AM
As everyone makes plans to get in and out of the prison, the time approaches to leave.
Cherry makes sure Clegg's jaunty headscarf is tied properly, and tells him it's time to go. Pausing at the door, the man turns and says - "Hey look, er... be careful okay? And thanks." With a sheepish look, his swagger nowhere in evidence, he leaves with the Tines barmaid.
Out on the streets, it's mid to late afternoon. There are patrols everywhere, as though they're looking for someone. Lorna the priestess has made her way over to the prison, and is sat nearby talking to the playing urchins about being good little boys and girls and not ending up in a place like this.
At the gatehouse, it's business as usual - with two bored guards stood there half asleep. Over at the kitchens, a group of serving lads talk in whispers about a night on the town.
Figment Monday February 12th, 2001 11:43:33 AM
The mage prepares to depart. "There are 20 potions K'Nara. My hope is that we'll have plenty left over to give to these noble freedom fighters so that they will have them in case they are ever needed again. I will have prepared 3 invisibility spells. I will cast them when you tell me to - and on whom you tell me to. I would prefer to keep one in reserve for myself if possible. Other than that, I'm ready. I would say we should load our stuff in the wagon before proceeding to the prison. We should also buy our goods for transport out of the city. Perhaps Cherry could see to that? Have our wine barrels brought here to your inn keeper, and buy us some cheeses and other culinaries to take out of here. Good cover I'd say.". He offers gold for this purpose. More than enough to cover whatever may be needed.
Flueterflam Monday February 12th, 2001 7:42:33 PM
"Careful Olana. Don't want those pretty eyes of yours gettin' hurt when we go in." Fluet half snickers, half smiles. Then he quiets down and concentrates on the task at hand. He closes his eyes and thinks through any possible scenarios that could happen after they reach the inside of the prison, no matter how unlikely. Even if he isn't physically ready, Fluet thinks, he can at least be mentally ready.
Milo Monday February 12th, 2001 8:40:16 PM
Milo's face is unreadable as they walk through town to the appointed rendevous point. Being the 'professional' in the group, at least where breaking into places is concerned, he refuses to show his friends that he is positively terrified of this job. Instead, he occupies his mind by deftly flipping through his satchel with his small hand, practicing naming, in his head, every item in there... without looking. Muttering to himself, "Okay Milo... time to put up... or shut up. Alemi, guide me"
K'nara Tuesday February 13th, 2001 7:06:14 AM
"Twenty potions..?" K'nara echoed, then sighed. "Gotta work on my math..." She shrugged and then glanced around the room.
"Looks like Cherry already left, so we'll just have to make sure that the wagon's all set to leave ourselves, Figment." the bladesinger told the mage. "Now, I suppose that we should give our obvious weapons into the tender care of Olana and Dakar, here, eh..?" K'nara smiled, removing both the scimitar she'd just donned and her beloved bastard sword and handing the weapons to Olana.
"Now...are we all set? We have to go meet the delivery guys so's we can swap places."
Olana Tuesday February 13th, 2001 11:02:42 AM
The elf carefully stashes the weapons about her person until she's bristling with them. "Heee - I feel like a walking weaponsmith," she chuckles. Pulling her cloak over everything, and the hood over her features, she'll follow the others as they begin this final task. "I've never seen a prison before," she whispers to Fluet. "I don't really know what to expect."
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Tuesday February 13th, 2001 11:11:52 AM
As the appointment approaches with the kitchen lads - decisions must be made, for there will be little time to go shop for more goods and stock the wagon which are south of the Heated Cross. Whoever chooses to do this may well miss their rendevous at the prison.
As twilight approaches in the eastern part of the City, the kitchen boys get their food baskets ready, but some of them have combed their hair, and the one who talked to K'Nara has donned his 'Sunday best' neckerchief.
Figment Tuesday February 13th, 2001 12:18:46 PM
The mage shrugs and says "I guess we'll have to abandon that idea because we should not split up again before we leave town. We'll just assume the guards are not too interested in the cargo.". As they approach the boys, he smiles and chooses one who is his size. He waits for the warrior woman to set things up.
Ingrge Tuesday February 13th, 2001 6:30:05 PM
Following along with Figment Ingrge says, Perhaps I should cast the first sleep spell, particularly if there is a chance of anyone hearing the casting and interupting it or warning others. I can cast sleep silently, so there will be little or no movent an no sound to let it be known there is a spell being cast.
K'nara Wednesday February 14th, 2001 6:26:12 AM
K'nara approached the young man she'd spoken to before, eyeing his "gussied up" appearance.
"Is there a special occasion that I'm not aware of," she asked him with a smile, "...or are you just glad to see me..?" As she listened to the guy's reply, the human bladesinger removed 20gp from her belt pouch.
"Here's some gold for your trouble," K'nara said, "Thanks for the opportunity. Anything we should keep in mind when we make the delivery for you..?"
Flueterflam Wednesday February 14th, 2001 11:37:41 AM
Fluet still ponders any possible mishaps, and attempts to figure out anyway to avoid or get out of those situations. He quietly watches the others, waiting for the 'GO' command.
Olana Wednesday February 14th, 2001 11:50:49 AM
Wandering the streets with the others, Olana couldn't help wondering what a nice place this COULD be - if it wasn't for the underlying tyrany that meant those of her kind were reduced to nothing short of slavery. It was something she thought she'd talk to Ingrge about. Maybe - once this was over and they'd rescue that man - they could DO something about it. It wasn't like her to get frustrated and bitter, but this situation tainted her with sadness and moments of silent anger. That nasty dragon - what a perfectly horrid creature he was. As they neared their destination, she prepared for confrontation, channeling some of that silent anger. "May the forest dwellers keep us safe," she whispered.
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Wednesday February 14th, 2001 12:08:33 PM
The lad outside the kitchens grins and his cheeks colour a little as K'Nara talks to him. "We don't get out much," he says, his eyes almost popping out as the warrior hands over the cash. "We know a place where some of the lasses from the laundry go after work, and we figured.. well, ya know." Some of the other lads give a soft, almost reverant 'Ohhh........'as they see the fortune given to them.
They hand over long, starched, white aprons and four baskets that contain cold cuts, cheese, fruit and freshly baked bread. "You just go to the gate house," continues the lad, his accent very similar to Cleggs. "There's a stickman - a wizard. He'll put a spell on you, but it don't last long. Ya gotta get in, and get out. No one will say nothing - all they want is their dinner." He looks puzzled for a moment, and then - "Why would you people wanna go into - no, we don't want to know, right lads?" He grins at his pals and chinks the coin in his hand, and with that - they take off.
The prison gatehouse is a short distance away and round a corner, although it's low, solemn grey wall is evident at the end of the street.
Dakar Wednesday February 14th, 2001 12:19:37 PM
The self-monikered Painmonger fidgets nervously. He briefly turns to Milo. "Our religion teaches that prowess in force of arms is the pinnacle in life. As to why I submit to invisibility... Not being there is better, to me, than trying to be someone I am not. I have tried that before, and were it not for that I would still be allowed to sleep in my ancestral home." He turns to Olana. "I will bear whatever you do not want to. Give me the load of your burdens and I shall carry them."
Figment d20+10=26 Wednesday February 14th, 2001 12:58:50 PM
The mage smiles at the big plans the boys have. "I would suggest that you not show anyone your treasure. A thief would be more than happy to take it for themselves. If you have a safe place you might leave some of it behind so if something like that happens you don't lose it all. I hope you have good luck this night. One other thing: Not only do you not want to know why we are going to the prison, you do not want to mention to anyone why you have the night off - or where you got the cash. Your parents or an authority figure might decide to take your cash and ruin your night asking you lots questions. And the girls would have to find somebody else to be with...". (DC 26 Etiquette+Cha) The mage dons an apron and grabs some food. After the boys leave, the mage offers and idea. "I suppose I can tell them I own the place and that we prepared the food up special for them this night. Maybe they'll buy it since I'm obviously a bit older and well-dressed than they are.". The mage takes a look at the name of the place they are leaving to be sure he says it properly.
Ingrge Wednesday February 14th, 2001 6:13:20 PM
picking up whateve it is that needs carrying Ingrge Grumbles, "I can't believe I have to carry this to feed the Grren one's lackeys when my kin are sufferring."
Shadrach Wednesday February 14th, 2001 11:02:11 PM
"I don't suppose one of you could carry a trident?" Shad asked Olana and Dakar plaintively before they took off. He followed K'Nara, looking worried.
Milo Thursday February 15th, 2001 2:50:56 AM
To Dakar's response, the look on Milo's face changes to one of concern, "Perhaps you'll tell me more about that sometime... or not... its up to you." As they get to the boys, Milo takes one of the smaller aprons, and after a few adjustments to the straps, puts it on. Grabbing one of the trays of food he looks to his friends, "Ready as I'll ever be." Milo grins.
K'nara d20=7 Thursday February 15th, 2001 6:56:56 AM
The human bladesinger grabbed an apron and put it on, then exchanged Shadrach's trident for one of the food trays.
"Here, you take this..." K'nara said comfortingly to the bonze, "...and Olana will keep your trident safe." So saying, the female fighter gave the forked weapon to Olana.
"Only four baskets and four aprons, so we have to spread 'em around a little..." K'nara told the others, "...I got an apron, so I'll skip holding a basket..." The leader of the Tines organized those who would remain visible into various stages of disguise. (OOC: made a Disguise check roll...but I can't recall if we're doing the 3e D&D stuff yet...)
"There, that's the best we can do on short notice..." K'nara said after everyone had either a tray or an apron (or both). "You'd best cast that Invisible spell on Olana and Dakar, now, fellas...it's about showtime." The tall redhead rolled her shoulders and breathed deeply, concentrating on appearing like a laborer who would be in a hurry to get this unwanted job done.
As soon as everyone was ready and the ranger and the painmonger were spelled, K'nara issued some last minute pointers:
"Remember, now--those of us visible will be fearful and in a bit of a rush, obviously because of the nature of this delivery." she said firmly. "Olana, Dakar...you two must pay attention to when the rest of us move--so our footsteps can cover yours up--and, especially, to however it is that we delivery people get those wards placed on us...we don't know if it's an area effect or if it's individually applied...either way, you'll have to use your judgement as to whether or not you'll be needing to use a potion to get through the magic trap area. Are we all ready now? Let's get going, then..!"
Figment Thursday February 15th, 2001 10:16:31 AM
The mage casts a spell and Dakar disappears from sight. "Everybody needs to carry at least 2 potions. Just in case.". With concern the mage offers a thought to Ingrge. "Don't fret, my friend. By carrying this load you are going to reduce your kindred's suffering a great deal. Probably more than any of us can imagine. Do you have a spell for Olana? If not I have a spare.".
Olana Thursday February 15th, 2001 11:04:53 AM
Olana gives some of her stuff to Dakar so their load is shared, then takes the trident, wedging it somewhere behind her so she's not likely to trip over it. Her only worry was that if she had to bend over then she might poke someone in the eye with it. "I'll take good care of it," she says, waiting for the almighty invisibility spell, and checking she had her prison potion within easy reach. She endeavours to stay in the middle of the group or thereabouts.
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Thursday February 15th, 2001 11:29:59 AM
((Yep - we're now 3rd Edn :) ))
As everyone makes ready, the twilight deepens over the City, and cicadas and other insects start their evening racket over by the dry moat. The aprons will need some slight adjustment to make them look like they've been tied on by someone who does it every morning. Figment notices a peeling sign nearby that says 'Craddocks - fine cuisine since -' the sign is old and peeling and any other words have just been worn away.
At the jail gatehouse. There are two guards stood by the bridge, talking idly to one another. One of them yawns. There is a light on in the gatehouse itself,as though someone resides within. The bridge to the jail proper is about 20 feet wide, made of wood, and two more guards can be seen at the other side of it at the prison entrance. The view over the bridge is slightly distorted however, for halfway over the bridge is what looks like a slightly sparkly shimmering curtain - which extends from the grassy bottom of the dry moat - up vertically through the bridge, and stretches up to an undeterminable height in the air. A sparkling, transparent wall - it surrounds the prison completely. It looks almost beautiful.
To one side of the gatehouse, about 50 feet along the moat, a woman dressed in long clerics robes is sat talking to a group of small scruffy children who are sat crosslegged surrounding her. At one point she makes a gesture, and the childrens laughter drifts over to the prison bridge. Behind everyone, the City's lights begin to come on, and distant revelry can be heard. It sounds and looks inviting, certainly moreso than the prospect of what lies ahead.
Figment Thursday February 15th, 2001 2:43:44 PM
The mage follows the others to the prison and prepares for the extraction. [OOC: Ingrge, be sure to comment on Olana's Invis spell.]
Ingrge Thursday February 15th, 2001 9:22:03 PM
Shuffling to the rear of the party with his trays, Ingrge addresses Figment's question. "A spell I do not have, I do have a potion which may last a might longer."
Flueterflam Thursday February 15th, 2001 10:19:07 PM
Fluet prepares himself, asking others for any help if becomes difficult to tie the apron well. "So, where's the stuff I need to carry to look real?"
Figment Friday February 16th, 2001 12:00:08 AM
The mage offers to Ingrge. "I'll use my spell since one cannot drink a second potion while the first is in effect - usually poisonous.". He casts his 2nd Invis on Olana.
K'nara d20+2=16 Friday February 16th, 2001 7:20:17 AM
Surveying the group that now appears to be six underlings from a food establishment, K'nara nodded her cauled head at the rest of the party.
"Here's the last tray..." K'nara handed the food over to Fluet, "...okay, everybody, stick together and follow my lead..!" So saying, the woman warrior went quickly over to the first set of guards at the jail's bridge.
"H-hey..." she greeted them a bit nervously, "I...I'm Vesta...from Craddock's..? We're here...to deliver the food..?" K'nara hoped that she sounded for all the Wold like a new apprentice who got stuck with the most onerous chore of the establishment she was training at. (OOC: rolled a Bluff check.)
Shadrach Friday February 16th, 2001 10:37:50 AM
Shad shuffled his feet while they waited for the go-ahead. He wondered who the lady sitting so close to the prison was.
Olana Friday February 16th, 2001 11:26:13 AM
Olana breathes a sigh of relief as she winks out of visible range, and endeavours to keep within the centre of the group without harpooning anyone with the trident and other assorted weapons.
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Friday February 16th, 2001 11:52:01 AM
"Craddocks? Yes!" One of the guards punches the air while adding to his fellow. "Told you it was Craddocks turn. Miles better than the others." He walks over and digs into Ingrge's basket, ignoring Ingrge's actual presence completely, grabbing some food for himself and the other guard. "I'd better get the wizard," says the other guard. "Naw, let 'em starve, lets have a feast, here eh?" After a good belly laugh, the second guard disappears into the gatehouse.
Guard Number One slaps K'Nara on the rump. "Oooh nice and firm. Have you working hard in the kitchens do they?" he asks loudly with a cheeky grin. The grin fades, as his eyes meet Shadrach, maybe someone he doesn't want to mess with, and Figment who perhaps looks of a higher station than him and is perhaps one of the master cooks or at least something like that. To Figment he says, "Your place makes the best. Our compliments!" Ingrge and Milo, being elf and halfling are deemed not worth bothering about so don't get a second glance. Olana and Dakar of course - 'aren't there'. Fluet he stares at for a moment and then says with an evil leer - "Hey pretty boy, don't let the wizard get his eyes on you, heh."
Right at the moment of this conversational highlight, the other guard re-emerges with a thin wizened old man who has spaced-out eyes and a robe that has seen better days. Once again, Ingrge's basket takes a pasting as the old man grabs some food. "This spell will last 15 minutes," he announces. Then he takes out a battered wand and bobs the following people on the head - K'Nara - Figment - Shadrach - Fluet - Milo - Ingrge. He pauses at Fluet and says - "If you get bored, wanna learn some spells, come and see me, eh?" With a lecherous wink - he's gone, two loaves and a turkey leg in hand. Those "bopped" on the head feel a teeth-jarring shock for an instant, and then it's gone.
Ahead lies the shimmering curtain, and the prison.
Ingrge Friday February 16th, 2001 7:26:25 PM
Gritting his teeth, Ingrge memorizes faces, making quiet promises that these too would pay for the indignities pressed upon his brethren.
Flueterflam Saturday February 17th, 2001 7:34:54 PM
Fluet nods to the wizard, "yes, sir" The bard trully considers the offer, as a possiblity some day. Maybe of course. After the feeling dissipates he quickly follows the others in order to get past the sparkling curtain.
Shadrach Sunday February 18th, 2001 2:54:15 PM
He grimaced, knowing the others would need to drink a potion to join them. Shad milled around, pretending to be confused, and said, "Is that all? Can we go in now?"
Milo Sunday February 18th, 2001 10:27:48 PM
Accepting the spell, Milo stands quietly waiting to follow his friends into the prison. His face betrays no emotion, but in his mind he is praying furiously, 'Alemi... please get us out of this place safely... Alemi... please get us out of this place safely... Alemi...'
K'nara Monday February 19th, 2001 6:57:30 AM
For a split-second, K'nara's reaction to the first guard's overly-familiar "salute" was for her to instinctively reach behind her right shoulder...for the sword that was no longer there. The redhead switched the gesture to patting her cauled tresses and grinning (albeit tightly) at the lout.
"Why, yes, indeedy, sir! On my feet ALL day long!" the leader of the Emerald Talons simpered, secretly wishing a very painful and itchy rash upon the man in a VERY specific spot.
Ah, well--the Talons had business to tend to...hopefully a task that would cause trouble for this guard. Heh heh.
Once the wizard got finished "bopping" each of the visible party members, K'nara nodded to the rest of the party.
"Okay, this is the part that they said we had to hurry--" she told them, hoping that Olana and Dakar were drinking the potions as she spoke, "--so, c'mon, everybody...let's get this food in and ourselves out double quick..!"
K'nara herded the others along towards the barrier, jogging along at a smart clip and praying that those potions that they'd gotten from the wizard worked, or the Emerald Talons would be in BIG trouble.
Olana Monday February 19th, 2001 10:39:35 AM
As quietly as she could, the elf took hold of the potion she had tucked away in a pocket, and counted silently to herself 1... 2... 3... then downed its contents. Ewwwww. Then she followed the others across the bridge.
Figment Monday February 19th, 2001 11:20:26 AM
The mage nods to the guard "Thank you, I hope you enjoy the fare we have brought today.". He follows K'Nara into the prison recalling the map carefully and making sure they move in that direction. He makes lots of noise to hopefully cover his invisible comrades' entry and makes sure and look for signs that they made it in alive.
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Monday February 19th, 2001 12:33:10 PM
Going through the curtain feels strange. There is power here. Lots of it. Figment, Fluet, Ingrge, Shad, Milo who have still to take the potion feel a tingle down their spine that makes them shiver as they pass through, and they pass through unscathed. Those who have taken the potion however (K'nara, Olana) feel... nothing. It's just as though the curtain was never there. ((Potion takers - roll fortitude against DC14 - any less and you start to feel queasy))
Beyond the curtain - the two guards wait expectantly at the main prison door which is always open. Beyond that - at the right can be seen someone leaning over the processing desk, looking out toward the bridge and grinning. It looks like the food is expected.
Shadrach Monday February 19th, 2001 9:22:41 PM
He huffed at their destination and turned to look back. "Whew. Wonder what happens if you're too slow?"
Dakar d20=9 Tuesday February 20th, 2001 2:56:30 AM
Dakar quaffs the potion quickly and heads in after the others. His silence is the norm for the dwarf, especially since he does not dare give away his invisible location. (passed Fortitude check).
Figment Tuesday February 20th, 2001 11:38:56 AM
The mage approaches with the others and delivers the food. He looks for the right time to break and go after their quarry. He also looks for keys to cells - in case they are locked and less lax in their security as the front gate. He watches Ingrge to make sure all the guards find sleep. If they don't he makes sure the rest of them do. In his thoughts he muses "If Ingrge can cast sleep without movement then it's possible we could get in and out and they not realize what we've done...".
Olana d20+3=14 Tuesday February 20th, 2001 11:59:03 AM
Feeling no particular after effects, Olana breathes a quiet sigh of relief as she passes through the curtain. Moving ahead, she stays near enough to hand the others thier weapons when they need them, but uses her invisibility to have a go at scouting around.
Dakar Wednesday February 21st, 2001 12:00:04 AM
Dakar keeps the rear, hoping not to run into Olana. He tries to be quiet, and removes his axe from it's holdings. He moves the potions and checks them to ensure that they remain unbroken in their bottles. To himself he thinks something about how they should have switched to metal flasks. He dares not speak or sigh, but only waits.
Milo Wednesday February 21st, 2001 1:35:32 AM
After setting his basket down, Milo turns and walks away from the desk quickly enough to get out of the area of his friend's enchantments, but slow enough to not look suspect.
K'nara d20+2=19 Wednesday February 21st, 2001 6:20:21 AM
The tall female spoke over her shoulder to Figment just before the party reached the second group of guards.
"Only if we absolutlely HAVE to..." she said, then turned a bright, if nervous smile on the next guard they met, "...Sir--your victuals are here...uuuuhhh...how many more for us to feed? The master just growled at us and, well...we're here." She shrugged, striving once more to look like an apprentice who was just trying to get her unwanted job done. (OOC: rolled another voluntary Bluff check.)
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Wednesday February 21st, 2001 10:52:03 AM
"Food's here!" announces the guard behind the check-in desk just inside the building to the right. He then walks around and helps himself to a few things from Shad's basket. "Just put the stuff over there," he says, pointing to outside the guardroom doors ahead. He is obviously expecting the deliverers to leave straight afterward. There is a muffled cheer coming from straight ahead - behind the closed doors. Number of persons beyond - unknown.
At the gate here is the man at the desk, and just the two guards by the door.
Those having a quick scout around, see the following -
To the right, is an open door where processing cells can be seen. There is one man sat there locked in one of the cells. Ahead - the doors (2 of them) to the guards room are shut. To the left is a set of broad stone stairs, curling downward.
Olana Wednesday February 21st, 2001 10:55:48 AM
The invisible elf moves toward the guardsroom doors, looking for a way to try and subtly jam them shut - with a wedged dagger or something.
Flueterflam Wednesday February 21st, 2001 11:03:51 AM
Fluet acts as though he is newer in the food business. He quietly waits as if the others will do what he needs to do first, so that he can follow their lead. In fact, he is waiting as such, but for the sign to attack, run, or do whatever they will be doing.
Figment d20+12=31 Wednesday February 21st, 2001 12:24:18 PM
The mage looks around for keys. Turning on his etiquette as a Sr. Chef of the best restaurant, he talks to the the guard as they walk, in a non-chalant way (DC 29! Used Cha modifier instead of Int +8 etiquette). "Seems like the security is not all that tight for a prison. Are the prisoners locked into their cells or are they just too afraid to come out and risk facing you guys? I could see why they would be. No complaint or anything, just a concerned citizen wanting the streets to be safe.".
Ingrge Wednesday February 21st, 2001 7:05:41 PM
Ingrge watches as the three at the check in get there food. As they sit down to eat, Ingrge manages to find the time to quickly cast a silent spell toward the three from behind them and waits for the spell to take effect. (sleep)
Dakar Wednesday February 21st, 2001 10:59:07 PM
The dwarf tenses, as he notes what Ingre is doing. His blood seeths in anticipation of the coming combat, hoping that they can quickly dispatch anyone that is left behind after the initial spell. His axe is readied, and he is prepared to strike, if he must.
K'nara d20-1=7 d20-1=4 Thursday February 22nd, 2001 6:38:31 AM
The disguised bladesinger stepped back from the three men who would (hopefully!) be sleeping soon, thanks to Ingrge's carefully prepared spell. K'nara's sharp hazel eyes went to the prisoner in the processing area...would he be trouble, or was he someone whom would remain silent upon the promise of being freed himself..? (OOC: made a voluntary Spot check, along with a Sense Motive check in order to see if K'nara could apparently judge the man via her inspection of him.)
DM Jan (The JailBreak) 2d4(4+4)=8 d20+1=5 d20+1=18 Thursday February 22nd, 2001 12:52:50 PM
The man at the desk took more meat and bread out of the baskets and handed food to the guards at the gate. "Yeah we got keys," he calls back to Figment. "I got keys right - " With a soft *THUD - he lands on the floor, along with the two other guards. One of the bread rolls held starts to roll outside and comes to rest at the prison side of the curtain. It catches the attention of one of the guards at the other side of the bridge, who looks puzzled.
K'Nara's examination of the man in the holding cell reveals that he looks rather drunk and lifeless.
Olana notices that the doors to the guardroom appear to open outwards. There is a chair by the check in, that might block one of the doors.
Olana d20+4=10 Thursday February 22nd, 2001 12:57:04 PM
As soon as the guards at the door drop, the chair seems to move by itself as Olana drags it over to the right guardroom door and will try to quietly wedge it there. (Achieved DC10 on dex check) Then she gets ready to break out the weapons.
Figment Thursday February 22nd, 2001 1:10:11 PM
The mage whispers to Olana or Dakar. "Get the keys from that guy. If I do it they will notice. Go down and find our guy, let him out, get a potion in him, and get him up here. If you hurry, maybe we can replace the keys, turn this guy invisible, and leave without incident. We'll just stand here and look like we're waiting and then provide cover if we have to fight.". The mage prepares to cast another sleep spell on either the guards across the bridge or any guards coming through the doors.
Milo d20+14=15 d20+14=28 Thursday February 22nd, 2001 2:24:58 PM
"Oh no... I'm truly sorry Figment, but I'm a horrible guard... I'm going down," and without further ado, Milo slips into the stairwell, quietly drawing his short sword from underneath his cloak as he takes point skulking in the downward passage. (OOC: Achieved DC15 Hide and DC28 Move Silently)
Dakar Thursday February 22nd, 2001 4:14:31 PM
"I'm following the runt," mumbles Dakar, "Olanna, the keys are yours." He prepares his axe to tear out the legs of anyone who catches the halfling novitiate as he skulks.
Ingrge Thursday February 22nd, 2001 5:22:18 PM
Shad help our sleepiy friends to sit back up in their chairs. bind and gag them as well but try to do it seripticiously. Hey Figment, now you wouldn't happen to have something like a fireball spell now would you? It might be interesting to get to that other door cast it inside and lock that door as well so no one can escape. If Figment says he does have something like that Ingrge heads toward door 2 with his iron spikes, ready to open the door for Fif's spell and to wedge it shut immediately after.
K'Nara d20-1=17 d20+2=14 Friday February 23rd, 2001 7:12:28 AM
Glancing at Figment and Ingrge, the leader of the Emerald Talons shakes her head.
"NO fireball! That will DEFINITELY tip off the guards on THAT side of the--" K'Nara's head jerked in the direction of the guards on the other side of the bridge, then her hazel eyes widened as she realized that a bun had rolled out and gotten one of the outer guards curious. (OOC: I rolled a Spot check to see if K'Nara caught the potential snag in their break-out plans, and I'm assuming that she did, indeed, see that one of the outer guards is looking back at the check-in area.) Thinking quickly, the tall red-head seized the nearest sleeping man and held him against her, backing up so that she was framed by the (open?) doorway to the jail so that the outer guard could see her. The sleeping guard's lolling head wedged into the junction between her neck and shoulder, looking for all the Wold (K'Nara fervently hoped!) as though he was getting a bit amorous with the redheaded "delivery girl." (OOC: 2nd roll is a Bluff check.)
"Oh, now, aren't YOU being silly..?" giggled K'Nara, moving her guard slightly but being as careful as possible so as not to disturb the magically-sleeping man, "...see..? You've lost your bun..!" She giggled again and then addressed the others, shuffling the sleeping guard back into the check-in area.
"Go in one of the doors WITH the food--make a big production of it so that the guards inside are concentrating on the food...cast Sleep on them while they're distracted." K'nara ordered Ingrge and Figment, then carefully laid her burden down on the desk in the check-in room, next to the man already asleep there. "Shad--check that other guard and make sure he can't be seen by the others outside. Milo, Fluet, Olana and Dakar go get Tremaine and get him UP here as soon as you can...but leave us our weapons first!"
Flueterflam Friday February 23rd, 2001 10:53:14 AM
Fluet nods to K'nara. "Are you sure you want me to go? I don't know how secretive I will be." He shrugs his shoulders and follows Milo, not seeing where Olana or Dakar, into the stairway.
DM Jan (The Jail Break) Friday February 23rd, 2001 11:18:31 AM
The guard on the other side of the bridge nudges his friend who for the moment is stuffing his face. "Some people just don't know when to give it a rest, do they," he grumbles. "If I did that, I'd get caught fer sure." "Report him, then," says the other with his mouth full. "You report him," comes the surly reply. The guard continues to glance over the bridge now and then, seeing K'Nara and her charge disappear back into the prison.
Inside the jail itself, Olana props the chair against one of the guardroom doors. Behind it - there are voices - which Ingrge, Figment, Shadrach and K'Nara can hear also. "Where's our dinner?"
As Milo, Fluet and Dakar start their descent down the wide stone stairs, thy can see the passage beyond beginning to curve downward to the left in a sweeping spiral. On the left wall - are the cell doors, set into the wall as that too curves and follows the sweep of the passage. It's dark, light provided by the occasional flickering torch, and it smells damp, and like the earth.
Olana d20+10=30 Friday February 23rd, 2001 11:24:04 AM
Olana moves quickly, handing out the weapons she'd been given, then checks one of the sleeping guards for keys ((Search Skill - DC 30)) before descending with the others.
Figment Friday February 23rd, 2001 1:00:04 PM
The mage nods to K'Nara and makes sure he has plenty of food on his tray. He walks into the guards room, finds a place to set down the tray (table or something), and then moves back from it to the door. He then waits for the hungry guards to go to the table - knowing most if not all of them will - and then casts sleep once he has the largest group possible in close proximity. He prepares to blast them with his web wand if any escape it's effects.
Milo d20+14=21 d20+14=28 d20+6=22 Friday February 23rd, 2001 3:00:54 PM
Milo continues to slip down the stairs, easily remaining silent and hidden.(DC 21 and DC 28 respectively) He remembers someone mentioning that Tremaine would be towards the bottom, but he stops briefly to consider, 'How the dickens will we know which cell?' Turning to where his invisible friends are supposed to be following, Milo listens for sounds of Dakar and Olana (Listen check DC 22). Once he hears them approach, Milo steps into the middle of the passage and puts his hand up, in order to stop them, whispering, "Olana? Dakar? How do we know which one is his... if you guys can identify him, perhaps you should be looking into the cells, seeing as how you're invisible. The less ruckus the better." Milo's grin can be seen faintly in the dim light as he turns to continue downward.
Ingrge Saturday February 24th, 2001 6:31:45 PM
Mouthing the words "spoilsport" at K'nara's dissent on the fireball, Ingrge also picks up a tray of food and follows Figment into the room. Placing his tray alongside of the other Ingrge too backs up and gets ready to cast his Web.
K'nara d20+4=11 d20+4=16 d20+4=22 Monday February 26th, 2001 6:55:32 AM
As the others worked on their particular assignments, the human bladesinger quickly and carefully cut pieces of cloth from each of the Sleeping men's clothes, carefully gagging them and then using their own belts to tie their hands to the various table legs and/or behind their backs. (OOC: Rolled three separate Use Rope checks.)
"Hurry, hurry, get that guy up here..!" K'nara urged the trio who'd gone down into the prison proper to retrieve Tremaine under her breath, hoping that they would do so soon and without incident.
Dakar Monday February 26th, 2001 6:39:47 PM
Dakar moves by each cell peering into its contents as he wanders. This may be more difficult than he had originally assumed... what did that damnable criminal look like? His brain was beginning to hurt and for a moment he considered extracting the information from a guard higher up.. Where is that damnable prisoner.
Asst. DM Kent 10d20(5+10+15+19+17+3+13+13+5+1)+2=103 3d20(5+9+2)+2=18 d20=13 d20=20 d20=2 d4=4 d4=1 Monday February 26th, 2001 6:58:47 PM
As Figment and Ingrge set down the food in the guard room and back off, 10 guards quickly make their way to the table and start grabbing at whatever they can.
"Hey, should we save some for patrol C?"
"Nah, they can eat IF there is anything left."
As they gather around the table, Figment casts his spell and watches as four of the guards fall face forward onto the table.
As Ingrge watches the results of Figment's spell he casts his web toward one end of the the table and a group of 3 startled guards and manages to pin all three to either the table or near wall.
There are two awake and unwebbed guards both of whom react quite negatively to their friends being spelled, take a second to throw their eating daggers at the two mages. (Figment 1 point damage, Ingrge 4 points)
Shad and K'narra secure their guards and leave them as natural looking as possible.
Milo, Fluet, Dakar and Olanna start their way down the spiral staircase and make it down a few flights when milo stops and asks how they were going to find the right prisoner.
Olanna whispers back they are in alphabetical order starting with A and going down from there. I expect that our bird is pretty far down. As for how we will know, she points at the approaching door and at some writing on the door, perhaps that will help.
Figment d20+2=17 Monday February 26th, 2001 9:30:11 PM
The mage blasts the remaining 2 guards with his web wand, and tries to capture any of the sleeping guards in it he can as well - in case they wake up at some point. Once both are caught he saysin a quiet menacing voice "I can burn you out if you don't be quiet. If you survived I would then blast you with some other stuff. If you stay quiet I'll let you live. It's just that simple... (DC 17 to intimidate, + any modifier for suprise/superior position)". The mage prepares to cast again in case they say anthing else.
K'nara Tuesday February 27th, 2001 6:52:03 AM
The woman warrior stuck her head in through the door, surveying the situation and grinning at the very efficient way Ingrge and Figment have handled things.
"Great!" K'nara approved. Then she went rummaging through her backpack for her extra clothing. Upon finding a shirt, she sighed and cut it up into gags.
"C'mon, Ingrge...we have to make sure these guys stay quiet." she told the elf, starting with one of the still-conscious guards.
Milo d20+14=18 d20+14=30 Tuesday February 27th, 2001 11:05:37 AM
Whispering... "Oh...excellent... I see the writing on the wall..." The halfling grins yet again, and sets off down the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible... (OOC: Hide DC18 Move Silently DC30)
Figment Tuesday February 27th, 2001 11:14:19 AM
The mage puts his hand on K'Nara's arm as she walks toward the web. "If you go near the web, you will be snared by it. We cannot get to the guards to gag them. They either must be quiet or die. But don't worry, we have an understanding - I think...". He looks back at the guards and waits for them to respond on way or another, prepared to cast magic missle at any who have second thoughts.
Olana [Invisible] Tuesday February 27th, 2001 11:21:15 AM
Olana reads the writing on the door. She then quickly and quietly moves on down the stairwell looking for the right cell. She searches for a middle aged to elderly male elf as well as any signs that might be up.
Flueterflam d20+9=20 Tuesday February 27th, 2001 7:53:04 PM
Fluet pipes in quietly, "Gee, i feel there's no reason for me coming down here. Seems so easy." The bard follows several feet behind Milo, hoping he won't bump into either of his invisible companions. If Fluet hear's anything on his decent that isn't Milo, he creeps into the shadows for several moments in case any wondering guards are around. (ooc: hide DC 20)
K'nara Wednesday February 28th, 2001 6:43:50 AM
The human bladesinger paused, then nodded.
"Okay, then...I'll go get that magic blaststone that we got for this occasion..." K'nara said, then slipped back out to the check-in room, where she quickly mashed together some of the buns and then wrapped the large, lumpy mass up in the strips of would-be gags, finally securing her extra caul over it so that it looked like a strangely-packaged round stone of sorts.
"Any sign of the others yet, Shad..?" she asked the bonze softly, nodding her auburn head towards the spiral staircase that Olana, Milo, Dakar and Fluet had descended.
ASST DM KENT d20=13 d20=6 4d20(14+7+9+13)-4=39 d20=12 Wednesday February 28th, 2001 8:13:35 AM
(OOC ladies and Gentlemen: Please remember that there is a one post per day rule unless otherwise stated. Also be aware that I simply ignore second posts so if you make a mistake on your first post either edit it and fix it or email me and I will.)
With the guards in the room all tied up, so to speak, four of the webbed ones curse you all and try and attack anyway, but fail miserably and now their weapons are stuck in the webbing as well. K'narra gets ready to gag and tie them but with Figment's reminder realizes that she won't be able to safely reach them without getting stuck herself.
Figment and Ingrge share a quick grin of satisfaction and wait for their leader to decide what happens next.
Olanna, Dakar, Milo, and Fluet are heading deeper and deeper in to the prison's depths and are only up to the prisoner named Franklin, who happens to see Fluet and yell out." Hey, Who are you and What are you doin down here?" So far everything else seems to be quiet down here.
Milo d20+14=16 d20+14=30 Wednesday February 28th, 2001 10:10:37 AM
After hearing the prisoner, Milo waits till they're well past to pause momentarily, "Hey Fleut... try and keep your head below the window.." The halfling smiles to himself and then continues his rapid pace down the stairwell thinking, 'T.. T.. who has the T... I'd give anything now for a lovely spot of T...' (OOC: Hide check DC16, Move Silently Check DC30)
Figment Wednesday February 28th, 2001 10:46:53 AM
The mage waits for the others to get back up. He keeps and eye on the guards, making arcane gestures with his hands any time they make too much noise. He listens for any sign that the guards or mage at the bridge are aware of what is happening.
Olana Wednesday February 28th, 2001 10:48:51 AM
Realizing that the names are written on the doors, the dextrous elf moves down the stairs more quickly until she approaches the "T's". She then slows and looks for the elderly Tremaine.
Dakar Wednesday February 28th, 2001 1:33:17 PM
Dakar brings up the rear, slowly following the rest. He glowers, invisibly, at the prisoner who sees Fluet, hoping that his anger will be palpable. He ponders for a moment, cloaking them in silence, but then decides against it and trods forward into the darkness.
Shadrach d4+1=4 Wednesday February 28th, 2001 2:34:33 PM
Shad came back from checking down the stairwell. "Not back yet. It'll be several minutes, if they have to go all the way down. Plenty of time for the other guards to get suspicious." He added gloomily. He brightened. "I asked for several spells to create silence, stop missiles, and a cover of fog. We might be able to fight our way out. Guess we should get ready while we're waiting." (Cast Bull's Strength, 4hours, Str22, +2att, +2dam.)
Flueterflam d20+9=12 Wednesday February 28th, 2001 5:58:07 PM
Fluet cusses silently. The bard drops his head below the area in the door where he's visible. Every door after that, he ducks his head BEFORE passing by the door. All the while, cursing inside about being too tall. (ooc: Hide DC 12 [ouch])
Asst. DM Kent d20=13 d20=6 d20=10 d20=17 d20=16 d20=9 d6=5 d6=4 Wednesday February 28th, 2001 7:47:55 PM
Olanna, Milo, Fluet and Dakar keep spiraling downward and are now at the "L" prisoners, when suddenly the air is thick with flying arrows, coming up from below you. Most miss but Milo is struck once for five points and Fluet is struck for four points.
Above in the guard room k'narra leaves the room and returns with her contraption, Shad sticks his head in with his message, Figment makes threatening sounds and as K'narra steps back in, Ingrge looks at her and says I still think just dropping a fireball into this room would have been more expedient. I mean with the door closed the sound would have been minimized and we wouldn't be split up right now. It really isn't too late you know. With all of them incapacitated we would only have the few at the gate to take care of.
K'nara d20+2=22 Thursday March 1st, 2001 6:39:33 AM
The tall redheaded fighter grinned at Ingrge.
"Why, you ARE bloodthirsty for an elf, aren't you?" she said jovially, then set down her bundle on the edge of the table and fixed a cool eye upon the Webbed men.
"Listen carefully, because I will only explain this once..." she told them in a very intimidating voice, "...what you see here is a very special item. It's a magic blastone that--once I activate it--will become EXTREMELY sensitive to sounds. For a period of one hour, any sound from inside this room that is louder than a whisper will cause it to release the fireball spell stored inside it--resulting in a very fiery and painful death for everyone in this room." She nodded to Figment and Ingrge. "We're leaving as soon as I activate the blaststone, fellas...ready..?" After a pause, K'nara leaned towards her homemade "blaststone" and said quite clearly: "Shazzbot!" Then she turned and nodded with a smile at the trapped guards, silently shooing Ingrge and Figment from the room. The leader of the Emerald Talons also exited, pausing only long enough to put a finger to her lips as a final admonition to the guards to remain quiet.
"Shhhhhhh...!" she hushed them softly, then gently closed the door behind her. Once the door was closed, K'nara motioned everyone over to the stairs.
(OOC: made another Bluff check to see if the Webbed guards are scared into being quiet.)
"You're right in one thing at least, Ingrge..." K'nara said as she went over to the stairs, "I don't like that we've separated from the others...and I'm getting nervous about the time it's taking for them to get back up here. Let's go after them!" K'nara drew her bastard sword from her back and descended the stairs quickly.
Milo d20+14=26 d20+14=16 d20=2 Thursday March 1st, 2001 10:32:34 AM
Gritting his teeth as the arrow thumps into his diminutive frame, Milo whispers, "Sorry K'nara" and then activates his ring, becoming invisible. Crouching down as low as he possibly can, Milo clings to the inside wall as he moves down looking for either the trap he set off, or his would-be attackers. (OOC: Hide DC26, Move Silently DC16, Spot check for traps DC2)
Shadrach Thursday March 1st, 2001 1:58:25 PM
"What? We're going down?" Shad stood in confusion as the daring half-elf rushed past him. "Oh well," he shrugged, clutched his beloved trident, and ran after her.
Figment Thursday March 1st, 2001 5:55:21 PM
The mage frowns. "If we leave this position unguarded that means we might have to fight our way up. I think Ingrge and I should stay up. It's to our advantage because there's only one way out of that hole." He stands ready in case the webbed guys make noise or the guards in the front get suspicious.
Olana [Invisible] d20+15=26 Thursday March 1st, 2001 5:59:26 PM
The nimble elf races on down the stairs calling out quietly "I'll go get him. You guys take care of this.". She increases her speed and races down as fast as she can (DC 26) to find her quarry.
Flueterflam d20+9=21 Thursday March 1st, 2001 8:47:04 PM
The bard inhales deeply at the pain and surprise of the darts. He quickly move back away from where they were, because of his lack of invisibility. He finds a dark area and creeps into it as quietly as possible, hoping nothing else will endanger him. (ooc: HIDE DC 21)
Ingrge d20=18 d20=9 d20=13 d20=17 d20=5 d20=16 d100=89 d6+1=2 d6+1=4 d6+1=5 Thursday March 1st, 2001 9:45:50 PM
Caught between K'nara and Figment, Ingrge doesn't know which way to go or where to go. His indecision and Shad and K'nara's movement toward the stairs have caught the attention of the outside guards who were trying to see what their mates were up to. Seconds later the sound of an ear-piercing alarm is sounding. The Guards and the mage are now heading toward the jail entry.
Down below, Dakar, Olana and Fluet are hit with more arrows. (Dakar 2 pts, Olana 4 and fluet 5)
Milo manages to dodge the arrows that careen by his head and just ahead see six figures with bows reloading for their next round.
K'nara d20+9=29 d20+9=22 Friday March 2nd, 2001 7:16:57 AM
"Dammit! Just what I was trying to avoid!" K'nara growled, immediately screeching to a halt and turning around. "Nevermind, Shad--we HAVE to stay up here...keep the way clear for the others to get back up here." Into the sheath the human bladesinger's weapon goes, to be traded for a shortbow.
"Get that wizard first--we don't need any extra magic crap to have to deal with!" K'nara knelt in the doorway, drawing from her quiver one of her magic golden arrows and aiming it carefully, lining up the wizard in her sights...
Shadrach Friday March 2nd, 2001 10:56:37 AM
He nodded and moved out of the way. Bowing his head, Shad held the whistle around his neck and prayed for Donyra's help.(Cast Prayer. +1 luck to saves, skill checks, attack and damage. -1 to foe's same within 30ft.)
Figment Friday March 2nd, 2001 11:34:58 AM
Not worrying about the guards in the room any more, the mage moves first to the corner of the check in room. "K'Nara, we must make sure the gate cannot be closed. If they can we're finished!". He looks quickly at the Gate to make sure it cannot be closed "remotely" (i.e. is there a mechanism or way they can close it without manually pushing it.). Not wanting to risk a spell firing through the invisible shield, he decides to move out to the bridge and passes through the shield. He then blasts the guards and the door to the gate house with his web wand - hoping to catch the mage but at least block his exit.
Olana [Invisible] Friday March 2nd, 2001 11:40:04 AM
Olana continues to race down the stairs to find the elf. When she does she begins trying keys to the door.
Dakar (Inivisible) Friday March 2nd, 2001 4:49:01 PM
The dwarf wheels on those behind him and grits his teeth. He utters off a quick spell of silence targeted at the center of the guards before he prepares to charge. (OOC: I was invisible at the time the hail of arrows came flying at us, but I assume that was taken into account?)
Milo (Invisible) d20+4=15 d20+14=33 Saturday March 3rd, 2001 1:00:06 PM
Using invisibility and his small stature to his advantage, Milo slips through the archers to the other side, and turns on his heel. Knowing that his battle worthy dwarven companion will engage the enemy, he waits to see Dakar come out of invisibility in order to flank the dwarf's chosen opponent. (OOC: Made a voluntary Dex check DC15 to get by the guards, and a Move Silently check DC33 to remain unnoticed in his invisible state.)
Flueterflam Saturday March 3rd, 2001 6:55:55 PM
Fluet runs back up the stairs where he came from, hoping to avoid the onslaught. He prays that the invisible others can hold themselve's. As for him, he wasn't safe enough or healthy enough now for more pain.
Asst. DM Kent d20=14 d20=14 d20=9 d20=5 d20=20 d20=6 d20=1 d20=16 d20=20 d6=3 d6=5 d20=15 d8+2=7 Sunday March 4th, 2001 5:39:27 PM
With the aid of Dakar's silence spell, Olana somehow manages to get past the six guards blocking most of the stairwell, and is nearing her goal - the name on the door nearest to her says Taltrey. Eight doors further along she sees the name she is searching for. Using the skills she has acquired over the years, she takes a look at the keys she has and finds four keys that might work.
Figment sees nothing obvious that might be used to close the door remotely. As he approaches the magical shield and steps through he feels a major jolt and then he is through - the guards are already half way to the barrier themselves, and Figment's wand sprays a web that attempts to net all three.
Milo squeezes through the guards and stands to the rear waiting for his sign.
Fluet retreats and exits the stairwell.
K'nara is within range of her target and lets fly with her golden arrow and it flies true and as it strikes the wizard there is a shimmer as the arrow strikes home and a flash of lightning occurs. The injured Wizard and the remaining unwebbed guard hurry toward Figment, the guard stopping only for a moment to fire his crossbow at Figment striking AC16 for 7 points.
The Guards below fire another 6 arrows up the stairwell. Dakar is struck one time for 3 points.
K'nara d20+9=23 d6+1=5 Monday March 5th, 2001 6:53:18 AM
"Oh, Domi spare me these pig-headed spellcasters..!!!" the leader of the Emerald Talons grumbled as Figment put himself directly in the line of fire of their foes.
K'nara reached for another arrow, this time drawing a "regular" magic arrow (OOC: it's only +1) and aiming, once more, for the wizard.
(OOC: rolled 23 to hit and 5hp damage if it strikes.)
Dakar d20+12=19 d10+5=14 d20+12=29 d10+5=9 Monday March 5th, 2001 12:55:13 PM
Eerily moving silently, the battle-hardened dwarf charges for his enemies, lashing out with his war axe and slicing a deep gouge in the archer's flesh (AC 19, 14 damage). (if that killed him, then): Felling one opponent, he turns to the next, as the first falls silently screaming. His axe lashes out again, again drawing forth blood. Now the enemy has a visitor to deal with, and they will find him to be quite a rude guest.
Figment d4+1=5 d4+1=3 d4+1=5 Monday March 5th, 2001 2:16:23 PM
The mage fires his attack at the old wizard hitting him with 3 firey bolts for 13 DMG.
Figment Monday March 5th, 2001 2:43:36 PM
NOTE: Magic Missile
Olana Monday March 5th, 2001 2:47:02 PM
The ranger races to the correct cell and begins to try keys. She looks down the stairwell to make sure there are no more guards. Then she whispers to the elder elf, "I am here to free you. Please be ready to come with me." She tries each of the four keys in the lock.
Milo (Invisible) d20+7=20 d20+7=27 d20+7=11 4d6(4+1+3+1)+1=10 4d6(3+1+2+1)+1=8 Monday March 5th, 2001 6:08:25 PM
Seeing Dakar become invisible, Milo lines himself up, flanking an archer directly opposite the dwarf. (OOC: If Dakar dropped that first opponent, then I flank the second one that he squared off on.) Spinning his short sword in a deadly arc, Milo strikes the archer in a sneak attack. (OOC: Hit AC 20 and AC 27 which is a critical threat, but AC 11 I'm assuming misses, so not a critical hit. Total damage for the sneak attack is 18 hps.)
Ingrge d20=9 d6=3 Monday March 5th, 2001 10:14:56 PM
Lining up along side K'nara, Ingrge says about the golden arrow shot, "Now that's what I call a real bolt." He then curses as he lets fly with an arrow of his own as, due to the haze, he's not really sure if it hits or not (AC 19, for 4 points).
Shadrach d20+14=29 d8+9=15 Monday March 5th, 2001 10:33:41 PM
Shad automatically reached for his bow, only to remember he'd left most of his gear behind. "Goddess bless it! Well, if he can do it..." The priest charged out after the wizard (or the guard if the wiz is already dead), thrusting brutally with his trident (charge 40ft, Shad AC16, hit AC29, damage15).
Flueterflam d20+9=28 Monday March 5th, 2001 11:06:37 PM
The bard stays as hidden near the entrance to the stairwell. (ooc: Hide DC 28) He slips his +2 dagger out of from under his disguise. Fluet holds it ready for any 'intruder' that pops out from the stairway.
A Moment of Silence (DM Jerry) Tuesday March 6th, 2001 10:46:19 AM
...and for a moment, all was silent in The Wold.
Asst DM kent d20=14 d20=15 d20=1 d20=5 Tuesday March 6th, 2001 6:16:20 PM
Olana whispers to Tremaine and is answered with a soft croak. "I'm not sure how much help I will be in getting out. My legs have been bound for the past four days and I no longer have any feeling in them." On her third try she finds the right key and opens the door. She is appalled at what she sees. First off even she has to stoop down to get in to the cell and once she does she can't stand up. In front of her, bound hand and foot is what appears to be an old human male. There are bruises and burns all over his body and patches where he is caked in dried blood.
Dakar's first attack rocks the archer he faces and the second attack just about cuts him in half, as he falls to the ground a bloody mess.
Almost at the same time another archer is attacked from behind by Milo, and his strike must have found a home in something vital, for this archer also falls to the ground dead.
Having been caught by surprise by invisible foes, all the archers can do is swing their bows like unwieldy clubs. Two do so with little success, but the other two turn and run back down the stairs drawing their swords as they retreat.
Almost at the same time and even shooting through their own people,(-3) the approaching wizard is struck by K'nara's and Ingrge's arrows and Figment's magic missiles and goes down hard not to move again.
Shad charges through the ward and feels a major jolt as he passes through, but still manages to skewer a guard, but in doing so draws the guard's ire. The guard cursing as he is run into by Shad, curses again as he drops his sword on the ground.
Fluet manages to find a quiet and fairly dark place near the stair well to hide.
Olana hears running footsteps coming down the stairs quickly.
Figment d4+1=4 d4+1=5 d4+1=2 d4+1=2 d4+1=3 Tuesday March 6th, 2001 7:04:34 PM
The mage casts 3 more magic missiles at the guard standing before Shad - hoping to prevent his ally from being attacked at all (4+5+3=12) DMG. He then moves over to the fallen wizard and begins relieving him of any "no longer need possesions". He tries to steer clear of Shad and the guard - even if he has no weapon drawn just now. He grabs the wand he used allow them to pass through the barrier - and anything else of value or magical he can find.
Olana [Invisible, played by DEH] d20+10=23 Tuesday March 6th, 2001 7:13:03 PM
The wiley elf pulls the cell door ALMOST closed - sure that the guards won't be looking too close at it just now... Once they pass, she approaches the man in surprise whispering "I thought you were an elf - not a human...". She immediately cuts him loose and pulls out a potion of healing and water. She looks around to see if she notices any traps - just in case (DC 23, Search+Int).
Dakar d20+8=14 d8+5=9 Tuesday March 6th, 2001 7:53:36 PM
His mouth forms the words "Oh, you think you're getting away, do you?" but no sound comes out. He pulls the warhammer from its place at his side and hurls it in one motion. (That should be AC 15. If it's a hit, then 9 damage)
Flueterflam Tuesday March 6th, 2001 8:05:04 PM
The bard waits quietly in his dark corner, watching, if he can, the happenings of K'nara and company. He still pays attention to the stairs, ready to strike the moment an enemy appears.
K'nara d20+9=17 d10+2=12 d6=6 Wednesday March 7th, 2001 8:37:30 AM
Eyeing the scene of battle before her, K'nara withdraws towards the spiral stairway and yells down:
"Hurry it UP! We got COMPANY!!!" Then she switched her bow for her sword and ran out to the fracas on the bridge, yelling as she did so:
"Lucia!" The woman warrior's sword flared to life as she approached the battle.
(OOC: I don't think K'nara can shout AND attack at the same time, but I rolled in case you believe she can, o mighty DM--which, I must admit, I hope she CAN--that is some SERIOUS damage if she hits! ;D)
Milo d20+5=10 d20+5=18 d6+1=4 Wednesday March 7th, 2001 10:13:15 AM
Turning to face the bow swinging archer, Milo smiles as he steps up and his short sword becomes a blur, lashing out at his would-be attacker. (OOC: I'm positive that AC10 misses, but if AC18 hits then he takes 4 hps)
Shadrach d20+13=28 d8+9=12 Wednesday March 7th, 2001 1:27:26 PM
The incredible strength he'd prayed for earlier made it easy for Shad to punch his trident into the guard again, casually ignoring the attempted parry. The tines of the trident bit deep (Hit AC28, damage12).
Ingrge Wednesday March 7th, 2001 7:55:26 PM
Muttering a curse about moving interference, Ingrge puts away his bow and looks around for his staff, wondering where Olana had placed it. Finally seeing it resting near the guardroom door, Ingrge retrieves it and heads toward the exit along with the Lucia-wielding K'nara, and grins as they reach the barrier.
Asst DM Kent d20=6 d20=8 Wednesday March 7th, 2001 9:17:02 PM
As Figment's missiles go off and strike the guard just as Shad skewers him again. The struck guard collapses in a pile on the ground. As Figment searches the wizard, suprisingly there is no wand. And only a ring and two daggers are really of any interest.
Olana closes the door and moves to Tremaine. After she pours the potion down him he looks a bit better but still looks very weak and not very mobile. He also sounds better as he says, No, as far as I know I have always been human. I have many friends that are elves though." No traps are sighted.
Dakar swings at the guard who is quickly drawing his sword and connects. The guard in turn swings and misses as he was trying to rush things a bit.
Milo's second attack strikes home on his foe and he is rewarded with a grunt. The guard, having dropped his bow, tries for a quick draw strike and misses.
Dakar and Milo hear K'nara's call from above.
Figment Thursday March 8th, 2001 12:29:02 AM
Seeing the outside is secure for the moment the mage decides to look for the origin of the alarm and sees if he can turn it off. If it is not apparent he then atempts to enter the guard house - unless covered by web - and looks around for the wand and other interesting items.
Dakar d20+10=29 d10+5=13 Thursday March 8th, 2001 1:05:50 AM
Dakar pulls out his axe, so that he doesn't have to stop to retrieve his hammer, and in one quick swipe, bites deeply into the guard he faces. (AC 29, 13 damage)
K'nara Thursday March 8th, 2001 6:49:43 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons followed Figment.
"I can use Lucia to burn away the web if it's blocking your way, Figment..." she offered, looking around to see if there was anybody else to fight.
Milo d20+5=9 d20+5=22 d6+1=2 Thursday March 8th, 2001 11:20:10 AM
Again, Milo sets his short sword and motion, powerful magic making it blur with speed as he cuts into his attacker. (OOC: Hit AC 9 which is a miss, and AC 22 for 2 hps) Looking to the guard, "You have one chance to give up before my dwarven companion takes your life."
Shadrach Thursday March 8th, 2001 12:40:27 PM
Shad took hold of the downed guard's belt and hurled him off the bridge. He repeated the process with the others. Then he went to the head of the bridge to listen in on what the group found in the guardhouse.
Olana Thursday March 8th, 2001 2:06:10 PM
The elf works quickly once the guards pass. She cuts the man loose, gives him another healing potion, and tries to help him to his feet. She continues to whisper. "We must hurry or we'll lose our chance to get out of here. The Tines await your return.".
Olana (Invisible) [Played by DEH], cont. d20+3=20 Thursday March 8th, 2001 2:09:49 PM
Once the man is on his feet she looks outside to make sure the coast is clear. Once sure, she opens the door and begins to help him up the stairs. If he cannot climb she carries him - even with her diminutive stature (DC 20 str check).
Asst. DM Kent d20+2=13 d20=6 4d8(2+5+6+1)=14 4d8(5+3+5+3)=16 d20=12 d20=19 d20=8 d20=6 d20=1 d20=17 d20=9 d20=11 d20=14 Thursday March 8th, 2001 8:52:41 PM
Olana helps a still wobbly but much healthier looking Tremaine out of the door and starts up the stairs slowly. He is definitely leaning on her for support but is kind of walking on his own.
Dakar's opponent is bleeding profusely but is still standing his ground but misses with his return stroke.
The other Guard grins at Milo and with a mighty swing of his sword missed the diminutive one.
Figment and K'nara reach the bridge house and find the door shut but web free. As Figment reaches for the handle he is greeted with a severe jolt, as a bolt of electricity surges through his body for 22 points of damage (reflex save for 1/2 damage DC 16).
Shad dumps the mage and the dead guard off the bridge. The remaining guard struggles in his webbing.
Ingrge goes as far as the barrier but does not exit the prison.
The slept guards are now awake, the ones in the guard room wake up noisy and their webbed companions wait for the "bomb" to go off. When it doesn't they really start struggling.
Flueterflam Thursday March 8th, 2001 9:39:19 PM
A dark figure waits for the return of his friends in the darkness. His own breathing thunders loudly as anticipation stabs into him. No moment is made by the bard as he still awaits either his victorious friends, or a mob of angry archers.
Olana Thursday March 8th, 2001 11:58:26 PM
The ranger makes sure and shut the door of the ceel as they exit. She continues to help the man up the stairs, fearing this will take a while. She makes sure and tracks their progress by noting the names as they climb. She also makes sure to listen for the guards who are now below them. "Just do your best to go up. We must get out as fast as we can.".
Figment d20+4=18 Friday March 9th, 2001 12:04:33 AM
The mage recoils at the jolt. Fortunately for him he was anticipating a possible bad move and releases the handle before the charge can do its full damage (Saved). Not feeling so good he decides to quaff a potion before doing anything else (Don't have my book to see appropriate roll, please roll restored HPs, Thanks.).
K'nara Friday March 9th, 2001 6:48:33 AM
The human bladesinger frowns, looking at the door that just zapped the Talons' wizard.
"Should *I* try to open it, too, or is it still trapped, you think..?" she asked. As she waited for the mage's opinion, K'nara glanced back at the bridge, where Shad was quite efficiently taking care of the casualties there and then beyond the bonze to where Ingrge was.
Milo d20+5=7 d20+5=8 Friday March 9th, 2001 10:20:16 AM
In his attempt to keep clear of the guards rather large sword, Milo's next foray of attacks swing wide to the left and the right respectively, "Um... Dakar... Help!"
Shadrach d20+6=10 Friday March 9th, 2001 10:52:30 AM
Shad ambled up. "Need help?" He reached out and tried to open the door.
Dakar d20+10=27 d10+5=14 Saturday March 10th, 2001 1:39:36 PM
"DIE ALREADY" Yells Dakar, the silence effect fading as he buries his axe deeply into the guard. He turns to the one fighting Milo, to try to help the wee one.
Asst. DM Kent 10d20(3+9+4+9+4+8+2+14+2+17)+20=92 3d10(7+10+3)+4=24 d20+2=14 Saturday March 10th, 2001 6:37:07 PM
As K'nara waits for an answer, Shad walks up and grabs the door. As he does, he feels a major jolt go through him that sits him on his tailfeathers. (24 points reflex save DC16 for half damage.)
Figment drinks his potion and all of his injuries seem to vanish. (back at full points)
Olana and Tremaine's progress is slow but steady and they have reached the "Ps". They hear sounds of combat up the stairs and soft conversation and steps somewhere behind them.
Dakar's attack sends his opponent crashing into the wall and he slumps down but is obviously not dead. At Dakar's second attack, the guard barely even gets his sword up in time for even a partial block and pays the ultimate cost as Dakar's cleave truly does just that.
Milo's opponent grins at the little fellow as he swings his readied blade and then they are both covered by blood and brain matter of Dakar's opponent and the guard's strike misses Milo again.
Ingrge watches the trio outside to see what is going on.
Quite a racket is coming out of the guard room as they struggle to escape. Moments later 6 armed guards come rushing out the door, looking around to see what is around.
Shadrach d20+2=8 2d8(2+2)+4=8 Saturday March 10th, 2001 10:23:59 PM
"OWW!" Shad proved that, indeed, the trap was still active. Wringing his hand, he stepped back and prayed to his goddess (Failed save, cast Cure Moderate Wounds +8,Hp25).
Milo d20+5=8 d20+5=25 d20+5=25 2d6(4+6)+1=11 Sunday March 11th, 2001 1:36:37 AM
Ducking the guard's swing, Milo observes his state of distraction, and sets his short sword in motion. The blade is a blur as the initial swing misses, but setting Milo up for a critical strike to the man's gut. (OOC: 8 misses, but hotdog if that ain't a natural 20 for a critical threat, and confirmed critical strike, Damage totals at 11 hps)
K'Nara d20+9=18 d10+2=12 d6=5 Monday March 12th, 2001 7:08:07 AM
Having received her answer with Shadrach's unintended but nonetheless graphic demonstration, the leader of the Emerald Talons turned back towards the jailhouse with the intention of going down the stairs to help Olana and the others...
...just in time to hear (and at least partially see) the reappearance of the formerly-Sleeping guards.
"Ingrge needs help!" she shouted, running back to join her elven comrade in battle, her sword Lucia aflame as she strikes at the first guard she can reach.
(OOC: hits AC 18; does 12hp damage plus 5hp fire damage)
asst. dm kent Monday March 12th, 2001 7:33:48 AM
(ooc it will be at least one full round before you can make it back in....If you can make it back in.)
Dakar d20+12=25 d10+5=12 Monday March 12th, 2001 11:52:29 AM
Dakar brings his axe to bear on the grunt facing Milo, burying it deep and watching him slump to the ground. He then turns to the group facing them and curses under his breath. "By the oath, why can't sleeping guards lie?"
Figment Monday March 12th, 2001 1:34:39 PM
The mage smiles and shakes his head at Shad. "If you have a way to make fire, burn the web here and kill that guard. Then come and help the warrior woman.". He moves back to the other side of the barrier once again braving the shock of the shield. Once there he pulls out a rotten egg, waves his hand, and immediately a cloud of fog engulfs the guards. He centers it so as not to catch Ingrge in it - or the entrance to the stairwell.
Shadrach Monday March 12th, 2001 1:51:19 PM
Shad grimaced, but nodded. Putting his back to the wall, he began to rummage through a sack until he came out with his flint and steel. Picking up his trident again, he made his way along the bridge to where the guard lay webbed.
Olana Monday March 12th, 2001 1:53:22 PM
The elf continues to help the man up the stairwell, hoping those behind her do not close and break her cover and that those ahead are dispatched before they get to them. If their progress gets them to the battle, she stops them before they round the corner and can be seen and if there's time gives him another healing potion in hopes of increasing their pace.
Ingrge Monday March 12th, 2001 5:58:29 PM
Standing, sword at the ready, Ingrge mutters under his breath, "I knew I should have fire-balled that room."
Flueterflam d20+9=27 Monday March 12th, 2001 7:07:33 PM
The bard waits quietly in the shadows. His heart has ceased to pump as loudly, and he starts to zone out into his imagination. For the moment, he is present physically, not mentally. (ooc: Hide DC 27, to stay hidden)
Asst. Dm Kent d20+2=18 d20+1=10 d20+2=11 d10=8 d20=13 d20=18 d20=20 d20=20 d6+3=6 d6+3=9 d6+3=6 d20=12 d20=11 d20=9 Monday March 12th, 2001 8:18:53 PM
Milo's and Dakar's strikes descend upon the guard and leave him lying still on the stairs.
K'narra, Shad and Figment all rush back to aid Ingrge and find that as they approach the area where the shield started they are engulfed by an overwhelming and incapacitating pain (save make fortitude save DC 22 or take 16 points damage 1/2 if save. Now that you have left the prison, Each round you are subject to the shield's effects exponentially.
Olanna feeds the last potion to Tremaine and finally the man is starting to make it on his own. and at the end of this round come upon Milo and Dakar standing over the four dead guards.
The six guards look around and seeing only Ingrge, three come toward him and three go toward their bound and gagged partners. The three coming toward Ingrge fan out and step into Ingrge's space attacking him almost as one. Th first guard weaves through Ingrge guard and hits him for 8 points.
Ingrge watching them approach takes his attack of opportunity on the lead attacker scoring a hit and then quickly strikes again (Crit), nearly severing his opponent's head from his body. (21 points)
K'Nara d20+10=15 d20+10=21 d20+9=17 d10+2=8 d6=5 Tuesday March 13th, 2001 7:13:45 AM
The female fighter swore mightily as she was quite painfully reminded of the presence of the magic barrier (OOC: did not make the first Fortitude save). Quickly she rummaged about for and seized upon one of the confiscated potions and, wrenching the cork from the bottle with her teeth, guzzled the nasty-tasting concotion down, just barely avoiding vomiting it back up again (OOC: made the Fort save for that one, though!). Throwing the bottle down so that it landed in the moat, K'Nara snarled and ran to the aid of Ingrge, the flaming blade of Lucia looming ahead of her like a lethal beacon.
(OOC: don't know if you think she can close now that she's halfway there--rolled to hit AC 17 with 8hp damage and 5hp fire damage if she CAN hit this round.)
Figment d20+3=15 d8+5=12 Tuesday March 13th, 2001 10:11:25 AM
The mage staggers in pain as the shield does it's damage. He backs out of the area, drinks a healing potion, and checks on the progress of Shad and his flint and steel (12 points reatored).
Milo Tuesday March 13th, 2001 11:00:03 AM
Seeing the man being helped up the stairs by an invisible person, Milo assumes that he is Tremaine, "Good sir, come this way, Dakar and I'll forge ahead to clear the way." A quirky look crosses Milo's face, as he hears the rhyme and he finishes, "Cause I'm sure in this place that you don't want to stay..." The halfling grins from ear to ear, then, with short sword in hand he begins to ascend the stairs as quickly as possible.
Olana Tuesday March 13th, 2001 11:54:53 AM
The elf whispers "There are at least two still behind us. We aware of them.". She continues to walk next to Tremaine until they get to the top. Wondering if the others have fared OK.
DM Jan (The Jailbreak) d20+2=14 d20+2=7 Tuesday March 13th, 2001 2:40:32 PM
(Forgive me if I get some of this wrong.)
Down in the spiral dungeon - Olana, the limping Tremaine, and the fearsome twosome of Milo and Dakar head up the spiral passage. If they're quick, they can get back up to the surface in two rounds. They can all hear the sounds of fighting above. At this moment there are no signs of any more guards down in the dungeon. Either they are hiding to strike - or they're dead.
Up at the surface level in the prison - Ingrge is set upon by the remaining two gaurds facing him.(One swings wildly, distracted by the approaching K'Nara - the othere barely misses). The other three are in the process of trying to release the sleeping entrance guards. Two of them break off this task as K'Nara comes hurtling over the bridge and into the prison, and get into a position to meet her. K'Nara is now within combat distance. Fluet, in a partial trance - sees a whirl of action going on before him from his place of hiding. It's a surreal scene, and it ain't getting any better. Maybe there's another way out... and maybe there isn't.
Out at the other side of the barrier, Shadrach and Figment suddenly feel a chill. Something isn't right. A disembodied voice coming from nearby whispers... "If you value your life, stay perfectly still." Shadrach has heard this voice before - a while ago - in a not particularly good situation. (Shad and Figment - roll an INT check)
Figment d20+4=18 Tuesday March 13th, 2001 4:08:58 PM
The mage hears the voice and decides not to move - except to quaff another potion (shield potion). He sniffs the air and looks for any signs of an invisible creature. He also analyzes the tamber of the voice to try and determine how big the creature may be (i.e. a whisper from a man-sized creature is easily distinguished from a giant sized creature). He makes sure he only has a quick step to get off into the dry moat. He doesn't look down into it to try and mask his intention. (Since he crossed the moat and saw Shad depositing the fallen into it, he should easily know how deep it is.). He takes a defensive posture, prepared to cast, retreat into the prison, or jump off into the moat at a moments notice.
Dakar Tuesday March 13th, 2001 7:26:23 PM
"By the Oath, why did they not just knock the guards unconscious... It is better to leave an enemy bleeding to death than merely asleep." Murmurs the spiky one. He returns to his invisible state and hurries faster than before. "I shall aid the others," he claims "Domi shall grant me the strength."
Ingrge d20=13 d6+3=7 Tuesday March 13th, 2001 7:39:00 PM
Deciding that his luck is going to leave him soon, Ingrge swings at guard 1 facing him (hitting ac 23 for 7 points damage)
K'Nara d20+9=21 d10+2=11 d6=6 Wednesday March 14th, 2001 7:07:38 AM
K'Nara grit her teeth in a savage grimace as she swung Lucia to lethal effect. (OOC: hits AC 21 for 11hp damage and 6hp fire damage; K'Nara has the feat Combat Reflexes, but I don't think (from your description of the current battle topside) that any of her opponents have done anything to enable her to utilize Attacks of Opportunity.)
Milo Wednesday March 14th, 2001 10:19:20 AM
Thinking to himself, 'I don't remember there being this many stairs coming down." The halfling continues to climb, moving as quickly as possible without risking a fall.
Olana Wednesday March 14th, 2001 11:56:54 AM
Olana does everything she can to help Tremaine move quickly up the spiral passage and keep up with Milo and Dakar while glancing behind her from time to time. "There's fighting ahead," she whispers to the man. "So stay behind us and keep your head down."
Shadrach d20+7=18 d20+7=11 d20+2=17 Wednesday March 14th, 2001 12:13:56 PM
(Failed fort save, failed fort save again, int check 17) Shad, wracked with pain from the shield, dropped the flint and steel, to guzzle one of the mysterious potions. He doubled over trying not to throw up. Feeling weak as a kitten, he stayed still as the voice spoke to him (hp9).
DM Jan (The Jailbreak) d20+1=13 d20+2=4 d20+3=20 d20+1=7 d6+1=6 Wednesday March 14th, 2001 12:20:32 PM
Dakar, Milo, Olana and Tremaine reach the base of the final stairwell that opens up into the surface level of the prison. From their vantage point, they can see Ingrge battling against two opponants and a dead body of a guard by his feet. There are sounds of battle further inside the room too. It will take this round to get into position - combat next round.
"Someone give me a weapon!" says Tremaine urgently. By the light coming from above it can be seen now that his wounds have been healed - he's not an old man at all, although he is currently staggering about like one due to muscle atrophy. There is a determined gleam in steel blue eyes below a mess of cropped brown hair.
On the surface level - Ingrge and K'Nara battle grimly with the guards. K'Nara's blade strikes hard at one of her two opponants, causing him to stagger back, but he's not quite down yet. One of them manages to hit K'Nara for 6 DAM. Ingrge connects with one of his attackers, causing a howl of pain. They swing back but fail to connect. Over by the entrance - a guard is frantically trying to wake and let loose his three fellows. "C'mon! Wake up, or the dragon will have us all!" he yells, slapping their faces. One of them wakes and starts to wriggle.
Outside the prison at the other side of the bridge - as Figment glances into the moat, he notices a female figure in long robes who has apparently climbed down there. She looks to be hiding, whispering to herself, and looking toward the prison entrance. There is still a feeling of menace here, silent, waiting. And the the voice says to Figment and Shadrach. "Tell your friends to come out. Nice and slow." While lying on the ground, it comes to Shad where he's heard that voice before. It is the voice of Mop.
Dakar Wednesday March 14th, 2001 12:38:14 PM
Dakar hustles up the stairs as fast as his squat dwarven legs will carry him, turning invisible as he goes and lifting a quick prayer to Domi. "May my blade be slaked with the blood of mine enemies. May my axe by satiated by the taste of bone of my foes."
Dakar Wednesday March 14th, 2001 12:45:15 PM
Seeing his embattled friend the dwarf reacts quite harshly. He grits his teeth and prepares to charge in to the fray, weapons at the ready.
Ingrge d20+10=19 d6+3=5 Wednesday March 14th, 2001 6:10:55 PM
Grinning at the hapless guards and their poor swordsmanship, Ignrge replies with another slash at his already wounded connecting with his rapier(AC 19 for 5 points)
K'Nara d20+9=24 d10+2=12 d6=4 Thursday March 15th, 2001 7:33:07 AM
The human bladesinger was completely enthralled within the savage art taught to her by Gemsmith and Greymaulk, dancing around her opponents and striking at them with deadly determination. (OOC: hits AC 24 for 12hp and 4hp fire damage.)
Flueterflam d20=5 Thursday March 15th, 2001 10:18:29 AM
The intrigue of what is through the door next to the bard, gets the better of him. He quietly moves over to the door and peers through. If no one is visibly present, he walks inside an immediately looks for a way to escape AND things to take with him. (ooc: voluntary INT check DC 5)
Olana Thursday March 15th, 2001 11:03:47 AM
Olana hands Tremaine two of her daggers. "Don't do anything stupid," she says, astounded at herself for being so outspoken. "We're supposed to get you out of here alive." She then bounds to the top of the stairs, ready to help her comrades in battle.
Figment Thursday March 15th, 2001 11:10:47 AM
The mage decides to press his luck and races back into the prison hoping the owner of the voice is not near enough to attack him. He tries to make sure that he doesn't betray the presence of the priestess below as he moves. He breaks left once inside the gate so he can see the group of guards trying to loosen the bonds of his comrades. He pulls out a rotten egg and casts. A green noxious cloud appears in the center of the guards not engaged with K'Nara and Ingrge (Sinking Cloud). He tries to get them all - not cutting them any slack this time. He then looks back to see if this new threat reveals himself adding to the others "We've got a new invisible threat at the gatehouse!".
DM Jan (The Jailbreak) d20+1=2 d20+2=19 d6=6 Thursday March 15th, 2001 11:29:38 AM
Olana, Milo, Dakar and Tremaine arrive at the top of the steps to see the following -
Ingrge has two opponants - one of which falls to the ground quite dead after being skewered by Inrge's sword. The remaining man swings wide again, missing the elf. K'Nara is a whirl of death and destruction, cutting an already wounded man to pieces, leaving her with only one foe. This foe, fighting desperately, manages to get through her defences for 6 dam.
However - over by the main door, the guard there has successfully roused his three tied up comrades. One of them is up and ready for battle, the other two, plus the one freeing them succomb to Figment's stinking cloud.
Fluet's investigation of the guardroom reveals nothing but tables, chairs, dead guards and webs - which he dare not go near unless he gets stuck. There are other places to investigate however, such as the prisoners processing room.
Back down in the spiral dungeon, where the "T prisoners" are kept - the two guards who had made a run for it discover that one of their prisoners had been sprung. With a collective "Uh - oh....", they start to run back up the spiral passage. It will take three rounds for them to get back to the surface.
Outside the prison, at the other side of the bridge and the curtain of death - things are even rosier. With a flicker - what looks like an entire army winks into existance. Standing at the fore - are five stern looking captains, dismounted and stood next to their horses - one of which is dressed in black garb and is veiled. In front of them, is the owner of the disembodied voice - the diminutive, but never-to-be-underestimated minion-in-chief - Mop. "It is time for this charade to end. Call out your comrades - now - or you will all die a horrible death," he calls after the escaping Figment. His smirk suggests there is nowhere to run. Six men come forward and surround Shadrach, their weapons drawn.
Lorna the cleric, still appears to be safely hidden, down in the moat.
Milo d20+7=24 d20+7=23 4d6(3+5+6+1)+1=16 4d6(2+4+4+3)+1=14 Thursday March 15th, 2001 12:58:25 PM
Seeing Ingrge cut by the guard, Milo moves in quickly and flanks the man, letting his enchanted short sword do the work as it blurs into motion.(OOC: Hit ACs 24 and 23 and since I'm flanking, this is sneak attack damage 30hps total)
Figment d20+6=25 Thursday March 15th, 2001 2:44:31 PM
The mage sees the huge army of soldiers pop into existence. Knowing that he did not hear any movement whatsoever from horses or riders - and that there is no way they could have closed in and be where they are, the mage "knows" this must be an illusion (disbelieve save DC 25). He moves over to Tremaine, hands him a potion, and casts invisibility on him. "You will at least have a chance to get out. Drink the potion now, it will prevent the shield from hurting you. Lower yourself into the dry moat if you have to. You can escape that way if need be. You have 2 hours before you turn visible again. Good luck to us all.". The mage turns to face the "army".
Dakr the painmonger d20+12=21 d10+6=15 Thursday March 15th, 2001 4:36:54 PM
Muttering, "Death before dishonor" under his breath the dwarf charges into the fray. His axe bites deep as it always does, and lashes out against Dakar's foe. He begins his death chant and, turning to Milo, yells "TODAY! IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE!"
Flueterflam d20=7 d20+9=28 Thursday March 15th, 2001 8:06:45 PM
Fluet quickly moves through the room. He picks up anything out of the ordinary, if there is anything. (ooc: volunt INT DC 7) Then he goes straight to the process area. He is careful to stay hidden from everyone, including the group, to be on the safe side. (ooc: Hide DC 28)
Shadrach d20+3=21 Thursday March 15th, 2001 11:15:05 PM
Barely able to stand, having to use his trident to keep himself from doubling over, Shad growled, "Yeah, we better give up now! Can't fight the right-hand man of the dragon..." He grasped his necklace and made a faint movement of his hand, trying to concentrate on nothing but activating the spell in case the soldiers noticed and hit him in time (Concentration check 21). If the spell of Gaseous Form was completed, he'd flow under the bridge.
K'Nara d20+9=16 d10+2=9 d6=3 Friday March 16th, 2001 6:41:57 AM
The leader of the Emerald Talons fought on, concentrating on her remaining foe. (OOC: hits AC 16 for 9hp and 3hp fire damage.)
Olana Friday March 16th, 2001 12:36:10 PM
Somewhat alarmed at Figment's statement, the elf shouts "What's going on?" and moves forward to have a look for herself. Although her main priority is shielding Tremaine from any attacks."And where's Shad?" she asks.
DM Jan (The Jailbreak) d20+1=11 d20+1=14 Friday March 16th, 2001 1:13:27 PM
"Well look at that," said the black clad captain as Shad's gaseous form snaked under the bridge. "Some people don't know when they're beaten. I'll have their heads displayed on poles at the main gate."
After a hideous smile, Mop answers - "No. Our almighty leader, the great green dragon, his immensness, Parnoth, wants them alive." "However," he adds, raising his voice to be heard further afield. "If some of them choose to escape, then the rest are to be killed. You can have your revenge then for the loss of your men." Returning to a normal conversational voice he continues - "Did you see that man move across the bridge? Parnoth was right. For these people's sake I hope they have something we can examine as to how they got across, otherwise we'll have to do an autopsy on one of them." "Surrender! Now!" he then barks across the bridge. Some of the men behind, now they're visible, start to fidget having been stood there for quite a while.
Inside the prison, the combination of Ingrge's and Milo's attack fell the one guard on Ingrge. Dakar charges across the room, his axe giving the guard who had recently been freed a mighty wallop.The man's riposte fails as he staggers backward. K'Nara continues her impressive display of swordsmanship, against a guard who sorely wishes she would stop. Badly injured - his attack misses. Olana and Tremaine joins Figment at the main door looking out. Tremaine takes the potion and downs it immediately, shuddering at the taste, before winking out of existance. "I can't just leave you here," he whispers urgently.
Over in the processing room, Fluet comes across a hatch at one end. But it's been boarded shut and bolted, and looks pretty solid and immovable. So far he's found nothing of real interest to pick up. There's a man - a prisoner there, behind bars watching everything thats going on. He has a very bewildered and bemused expression.
The combination of the after effects of the potion and the smell of Figments stinking cloud is now making everyone feel rather ill. (STR -1 from now on for a while.)
Down in the dungeon - two guards are taking on great gasps of air as they run round and round, and up and up toward the surface.
Dakar d20+9=23 d10+5=13 Friday March 16th, 2001 3:18:43 PM
The dwarf slams his axe into the guard again, and his death song builds to a crescendo as his axe bites deep and bits of bone and gore are left on the blade as he removes it from the guard's side. He turns towards Mop and his guards and begins heading towards them, pulling a potion out of his bag before he reaches the barrier, so as not to be leveled by the barrier.
Milo Friday March 16th, 2001 4:37:05 PM
Seeing the situation at hand... Milo panicks briefly, plans upon plans upon plans of possible escape running through his head... Each one discarded as quickly as it is considered... "There is no way, we're going to win against that force... think Milo think... hey wait a minute..." The light of possibility shows on Milo's face... "DAKAR!!!!!! STOP!!!!! racing over to Dakar, he speaks loud enough for his friends to hear him... "When we were down in the dungeon... Why did those two guards try to escape by running down instead of up? Huh? If I were a guard attempting to escape a blood thirsty dwarf with a big axe... I'd go up... unless there is another way out... by going down... I mean... it sounds crazy... but I can't think of any other reason... K'NARA!!!" Milo yells hoping to get her attention... "I think there is a way outta here, by going down into the dungeon... its a stab in the dark, but its better than facing impossible odds outside the gate there... Whaddaya say guys?" Milo looks prepared to flee back down the stairs. "C'mon Dakar... discretion is the better part of valor... live today... fight tomorrow? Does any of this make sense...?"
Shadrach 2d8(5+1)+3=9 Sunday March 18th, 2001 10:40:40 PM
The swirl of mist that was Shad traveled back into the prison, safe from the destroying wall now that he'd taken the potion. Quickly, he flowed up again and into the inner prison house, where most of the others were. Dismissing his spell, Shad solidified with a sigh. Digging into his bag, he pulled out a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds and drank it down (hp18). "I hate to say it, but I think they were waiting for something like this."
K'Nara d20-1=16 d20+9=20 d10+2=8 d6=5 d20-1=17 Monday March 19th, 2001 6:40:17 AM
(OOC: I made a Listen check to see if K'Nara hears Milo's shout. I'm assuming the basic DC is 15, so she would hear him.)
The human bladesinger tilted her head to one side as she elegantly dealt death to her foe (OOC: hits AC 20 for 8hp and 5hp fire damage.) Was that Milo she heard..? Something about another way out..?
"How many left?" she panted to Ingrge, glancing around and noting the extra forces outside the barrier. "If Shad's been able to escape, we should seriously consider following him out--and I think Milo has an idea on how to do that..." (OOC: made a voluntary Spot check to see if K'Nara noticed the gaseous cloud that their resident bonze has transformed into.)
Figment Monday March 19th, 2001 12:18:33 PM
The mage whispers to Tremaine "If we are to be captured, I would at least like to know we made a difference. Please do not allow yourself to be apprehended. Take no offensive actions toward anyone or the spell will be broken. Just get out of the city as fast as you can. I suspect you know where your allies are. They are waiting for you.". He still searches the "army" for any sign that it is an illusion. If he sees it to be illusary he moves back over to the shield and casts a fireball right into the middle of whomever is real. If it's real, he moves back over and waits for the army to make a move, and THEN blasts them. (Figment made a save against illusion w/ DC of 25. Is it an illusion or no?).
Figment 5d6(6+4+3+4+6)=23 Monday March 19th, 2001 1:40:34 PM
(Dmg for the fireball). If the army is real, the intent is for the Fireball to do maximum damage to the most targets. He'll place it so that the entire 40' diameter engulfs soldiers.
Ingrge d20+3=17 Monday March 19th, 2001 7:01:17 PM
Looking around for any live guards, Ingrge hears the pounding of feet coming up the stairs and moves to the opening and drops three flasks of oil about ten feet down and with a grin grabs one of the dungeon's torches.
Olana Tuesday March 20th, 2001 11:13:45 AM
"Climb down into the moat!" whispers the elf urgently to Tremaine. "Unless you know another way out of here."
DM Jan (The Jail Break) d100=98 Tuesday March 20th, 2001 11:50:53 AM
Both Dakar and K'Nara finish off their opponants, leaving no-one else in the room to attack them. Olana is now visible as the spell finally runs it's course. Milo hears the disembodied voice of Tremaine. "I'm sorry, but I don't think there is a way out down there. Maybe the guards ran out of fear. Seeing your friends skill in weaponry here, it hardly surprises me." He flashes a quick, unseen grin. Ingrge lights up the corridor below, blocking the two dungeon guards progress, and anyone elses for that matter.
Outside - the army, which is quite real - stands waiting. Figment's brave but reckless gesture has multiple effects. The men who had come forward to apprehend Shadrach howl in pain as the blast hits, behind them - some men or thrown from their horses as the animals are startled or hit.
The portion of the spell aimed at Mop and his merry band of army captains however, seems to reflect back and head straight for Figment for 22 dam. ((Rolled percentage of attack = 98)) While this is going on - Tremaine tells the others what he is about to do, and rolls unseen down into the moat. "We'll get you out - we'll think of something," he says before dropping below.
Mop is now obviously getting a bit hot under the collar. "Surrender or die!" he announces bad temperedly.
Figment d20+6=24 Tuesday March 20th, 2001 12:02:57 PM
The mage grimaces as the flames surround him. He dives and misses the brunt of the spell, but does not escape unscathed (saved for 1/2). He looks into the moat to see how far down it is. Trying to stall and give Tremaine a fighting chance, he looks out to Mop and says "I will inform the others. If you do not wish to lose any more men then do not advance on our position. We cannot escape but until all agree to surrender we can still do you great damage - and will. And we can also destroy the thing you want to capture - our means in.". He glances back to the warrior woman and says "Your call. What do we do?". He prepares to jump into the moat and also pulls out his wand of webbing - which might be useful in the near future.
Figment Tuesday March 20th, 2001 12:28:37 PM
Those who notice see that the mage is hurt pretty bad - but that he is still standing.
Dakar Tuesday March 20th, 2001 2:06:32 PM
Dakar throws back the potion down his throat turning to Milo as he does so and shouting back to him as he runs. "Those guards ran for their lives. To run the other way would mean to run past me and die a certain death!" Then he turns to Mop and the captains and grits his teeth as he passes through the barrier. "Die a certain death like you lads." He smiles, winks at the guards, and begins his death-song anew"
Ingrge Tuesday March 20th, 2001 6:22:55 PM
Ingrge grinning at his impromptu Guard Flambe says, "Quicly, give me all the potions, I am going invisible. If I am caught I will break the potions."
Flueterflam d20=1 Tuesday March 20th, 2001 9:38:10 PM
Fluet asks the prisoner, "Two things: I'll let you out if you help me AND if you can tell me HOW to get you out. So start talkin'." Fluet waits for an answer then looks for anything in the room which he can use to pry off the boards from the hatch. (ooc: perception DC 1)
K'Nara d20-1=19 Wednesday March 21st, 2001 6:41:57 AM
The human bladesinger squared her shoulders and said in a calm, no-nonsense voice:
"Tremaine, you MUST escape here--you're too important to the cause to remain. We will keep the forces here...occupied to cover your escape. Make sure that you drink a potion to safely go through the invisible barrier, and then haul your ass OUT of here--do NOT look back, and do NOT stop until you get out of the city. We arranged for some of our fellow Tines to meet us just inside the start of the forest outside the city, so go rendezvous with them. Good luck to you." Seeing that Dakar had the intention of simply attacking the group of reinforcements, K'Nara rolled her hazel eyes.
"Domi spare me from honorbound battleragers!!!" she exclaimed. "We can't let Dakar attack alone--he'll be cut to pieces. What spells have we to effect them from afar? And where's that Ring of Spell Turning? Figment should wear it so that he isn't caught flatfooted again..." K'Nara looked around, finally noticing that Flueterflam wasn't in the area with them.
"And where's Fluet???" she demanded, gripping her still-flaming sword with annoyed impatience. Every second they spent hanging back was another second that Dakar was exposed to the slew of Parnoth's forces outside the barrier...
...outside the barrier..?
"DAKAR! Get back here--NOW!!!" bellowed K'Nara, realizing that--with the attendant wizard dead--Mop and his men couldn't traverse the barrier...or would not, not until they HAD to expend the magic to do so. "Do NOT cross the barrier, dwarf!!!"
Milo Wednesday March 21st, 2001 9:34:04 AM
"I'll find him K'nara." Knowing that Knara just came out of the guard room behind him, Milo turns to the door to his side, and enters the processing center. (OOC: Thats what its called on the map anyhow) Speaking in a normal conversational tone, "Fluet?... where aaaaarreee you... K'nara's looooking for you..."
Olana Wednesday March 21st, 2001 11:03:37 AM
Biting her lip gingerly, the elf peers out in horror - seeing Dakar going to join Figment in what looks like a certain death. "Er... maybe we could try and negotiate?" she wonders aloud, checking her bow just in case this develops into a last stand.
DM Jan (The Jailbreak) Wednesday March 21st, 2001 11:23:31 AM
Milo arrives in the processing room just in time to hear the conversation between Fluet and the prisoner there in the cell. With a sigh, the prisoner says - "There's no way out there, I'm afraid. You see the reason they blocked it up was because it's a garbage chute, and I suppose things got stuck down there. It's all blocked with half eaten chickens and vegetables and the gods only know what else. Thats why there's a smell. "No-one gets out of here," he adds sadly. The man looks middle-aged, and isn't badly dressed. His fingers look a little stained, as though he has worked with ink, or paint.
As Dakar joins the battered Figment at the other side of the barrier, one of Mop's captains looks on incredulously. "What is WRONG with these people," he asks. "Don't they know when they're beaten?" Grinding his teeth - the mighty Mop tries a different tack. He has enough men to cut everyone down quite easily, but.... With forced politeness he calls out. "Enough of this. The great and almighty dragon, His Immenseness, Parnoth has a task for you, and I'm to escort you to his hillside domain! He will spare you punishment in return for information on how you broke the prison barrier!"
Unseen, and having heeded K'Nara's and Figment's words - Tremaine is at the bottom of the moat and his working his way quietly toward Lorna who - for the moment is unaware of his presence.
Figment Wednesday March 21st, 2001 11:38:57 AM
Inclined to believe - at least partially - the diminuative figure since they have not attacked, the mage offers back "As you can see, we are gathering our number. We will leave together. You have but wait a few more moments. Not a high price to pay to avoid further losses on either side." Trying to stall a bit longer, he adds "The dragon has no need to see us in person. He can communicate directly without having to waste his time. We will be happy to speak with him in return for our freedom since I presume he is listening as we speak now. It won't take long to convey what he wants. He can gain the same knowledge and not need to worry himself with us.". He looks over to Dakar and whispers "Looks like the warrior woman would like me to have that ring. I can cover an escape attempt with my webs - but only if they are not reflected back on me.". He puts on the ring if the warrior gives it to him. He shields the army from seeing what he is doing.
Milo d20+8=16 Wednesday March 21st, 2001 12:04:00 PM
Milo's head snaps over to what the two are talking about, and then curious, he walks directly over to where the 'chute' is sealed up, "Garbage shute? Do you mean like a cess tank, or the sewers?" Milo inspects the lid, see if there is a way he could pry it off. (OOC: Made a search check DC 16)
Dakar Wednesday March 21st, 2001 1:56:47 PM
Dakar invokes a quick prayer to his deity and surrounds himself with a white aura of Sanctuary. Moving through the crowd and ignoring their attacks he walks next to Mop, the grand poobah of the assistants. "I don't know you. I don't like you, and I don't take nicely to threats." He gestures to the axe at his side. "But I'll give you a chance to live. You and I in single combat, the winners walk away, the losers are at your disposal."
Ingrge Wednesday March 21st, 2001 7:54:13 PM
Shaking his head, Ingrge quietly mumbles, I hate being ignored. We would have been out of here if had been allowed to fireball that guardroom. From behind, K'narra and the others here the sound of 2 potions being broken. "Well, They wont get those anyway." That done Ingrge walks up along side their leader and motons outward. "Shall we?"
Shadrach 2d8(3+1)+3=7 d8+5=11 Wednesday March 21st, 2001 10:33:32 PM
Shadrach stayed where he was, drinking another potion of curing moderate wounds. Then he cast a mild healing spell (CLW,hp36). "I have a spell of silence, fog-self, and missile shielding. If we fight to our deaths, we'll make a good show of it, at least."
K'Nara d20+2=22 Thursday March 22nd, 2001 7:13:24 AM
Seeing that Dakar simply did NOT listen to her, K'Nara's grip on her sword tightened so that her knuckles grew quite white.
"I swear...I SWEAR--" she growled aloud, "--if we live through this, I will kill that dwarf MYSELF!!!" Then, turning to Ingrge, the human female said, "Sorry, Ingrge, I wasn't ignoring you...I wanted to get everyone together before doing anything permanent like destroying the potions." K'Nara grimaced.
"We have to hold Mop's attention for as long as possible--we have to give Tremaine the time to get away." The female fighter pondered her group's position, then came up with an idea.
"Okay, Mop--" she yelled out the door, "--we know when we're licked! But, listen...I have a couple of my people here whom I have to drag back from visiting their friends--and one of my guys was just about hacked to death by the guards here...would you mind sending Dakar back here--just so's we could heal him up a little...you know, so he can walk out under his own power? Or, at least, so's Dakar can carry him? Dwarfs are SO strong..." (OOC: I made a voluntary Bluff check to see if she could talk Mop into letting Dakar back without having his own forces just kill the dwarf...or at least hold him hostage.)
Flueterflam Thursday March 22nd, 2001 10:17:18 AM
"Whoa, hey Milo," Fluet sounds surprised. "I was just looking at that. I thought I'd ask this man if he knew how to open it. Apparently he doesn't. By the way, whatever your name is, if you know where the keys are, tell me. Otherwise you're gonna stay stuck in there." Fluet then follows Milo and tries to see if prying is a possibility. "Milo, I think this is the way to go. How do we open it? Maybe we can both pry. Wait, get everyone else!! With all of us I bet we can get it." (ooc:
Olana Thursday March 22nd, 2001 10:44:24 AM
At the entrance, the elf keeps her eyes scanning the area, looking for anything that might give them a chance to get away. She was starting to get a little frightened, although it didnt show outwardly. If they jumped in the moat - they'd give away Lorna and Tremaine's position. Maybe Fluet and Milo had found something, but if so - they'd all have to act very fast. And maybe... they'd all end up in the dragon's clutches again. Vaguely, in amongst hopes and fears - she wonder what the dragon wanted of them this time.
DM Jan (The JailBreak) Thursday March 22nd, 2001 11:02:13 AM
Over in the processing room - Milo and Fluet search for a way to open the hatch. It's boarded and bolted extremely well, and would probably need an explosion that would take half the wall out in order to get it open. Up close - they can both smell something awful too, coming from behind the boards. The man in the cell says - "I don't know who has the keys - I only got here the day before yesterday - on charges of printing propaganda. I'm no escape artist. I'm a printer. I bet one of you could pick the lock though."
Ingrge destroys his potions, and Shad starts to feel a lot better. K'Nara, Olana and anyone else at the entrance, or on the bridge can see the cleric Lorna suddenly move from her position and start to head off along the bottom of the moat. She looks to be walking awkwardly, as though she is supporting someone.
Casting a dismissing glance at Figment and Dakar, safe in the knowledge that he's well protected - magically and otherwise, and despite K'Nara's convincing argument, Mop won't budge. After all - he had a far more "influential" master. "Come out," he says in a normal voice. "Now - and your lives will be spared. Approach the barrier and I will let you pass beyond it. Through Parnoth - I have the power." There is a slight rustle as arrows are nocked - and both Dakar and Figment become aware of about a hundred pointy things, aimed their way - just waiting for the word.
Figment Thursday March 22nd, 2001 11:58:45 AM
The mage shakes his head at the dwarf's foolish arrogance - he decides not to address his folly with Mop. He waits with hands out in front of him. "If you fire on us you risk destroying the information you seek. We are not resisting you. All we ask is that you let us gather our number. Allow that and everyone leaves peacefully and without incident.". Glancing back at the others he says "Uh guys, I'd say now would be a good time to do whatever we're going to do.".
Milo d20=15 d20+5=22 d20+5=10 d6+1=6 d6+1=6 Thursday March 22nd, 2001 12:44:03 PM
Looking up at Fluet, Milo grins... "Hey Fluet, get K'nara in her with that wonderful flaming sword... this thing is bolted, but this..." Milo indicates the covering..." is still only wood." That said, Milo turns, and gives a tug on the timbers, in the hopes that it was not as secure as they'd thought. (OOC: Str check DC15) If nothing happens, he swings his magic short sword at the thing in a flurry of motion. (OOC: Hit AC22 and AC10 for 6hps each on the wood)
Dakar Thursday March 22nd, 2001 1:44:21 PM
The dwarf looks at Mop with the same mischievous grin on his face and looks to the archers. "Well, you might as well shoot me. I do not surrender. But you might hit Mop here at the same time. So I'd be sure your aim was true." He moves closer to Mop and his horse, standing next to the pair of them. "So shoot if you must."
Shadrach Thursday March 22nd, 2001 11:31:46 PM
"Go ahead, I'll help in a moment. Can't let them shoot our wizard," Shad grinned, knowing what to do suddenly. "Disaster upon my enemies, Lady, and let the mighty fall!" (Cast Wind Wall just past Dakar, not sure of the dimensions necessary to block all the archers, 5 rounds)
K'Nara d20+2=18 Friday March 23rd, 2001 6:59:53 AM
"Shad, what are you..?" K'Nara asked as the bonze cast his spell. The rise in wind alerted the female fighter to what was happening.
"Ahh...well, that'll help, but...sheesh, I've GOT to think of SOMEthing!" she muttered, straining her brain for some kind of tactic. Finally she settled on yelling out to Mop again:
"No help, huh? Okay--I'm getting the visitors back...and I'm getting a couple of people here to rig a stretcher for the wounded...give us a minute and we'll be out." (OOC: rolled another Bluff check.) The leader of the Emerald Talons turned to the others in the room with her.
"We might have a minute to think of SOMETHING to help keep these guys focused on us...hopefully without endangering Figment and Dakar." she said, giving a nod of her cauled head. "If we go out fighting, though--remember to aim for Mop's horse...that toady is likely protected to his teeth by the Green One's magic...but I doubt he'd've thought to extend that courtesy to the animal he's riding on.
"Now--any suggestions..? And where are Fluet and Milo???"
Ingrge Friday March 23rd, 2001 8:04:49 AM
K'narra, They are back in there, motioning to the processing center. Don't be obvious about it but it loos like Tremain is out of the way and free. I Think we ought to walk out under our own power before Mop uses his whatever he is going to use to let us pass the barrier. One it will put us in a more powerful light, two, it will again make him wonder how we did it and give us more bargaining power. He doesnt have to know we have the potions because I never drank one and dont have any on me. I can be questioned and truthfully say that I got through because Parnoth's own wizard use his wand on us. Thirdly, If we dont go out soon we may be short on blood thirsty party member.
Olana Friday March 23rd, 2001 11:21:43 AM
Olana tried not to look in the escaping Lorna's (and hopefully Tremaine's) direction so as not to give the game away. Trouble is she didn't want to look out in front either - trouble being the operative word. Edgily, she asks K'Nara - "Maybe we could ask what the dragon wants? We're gonna die if we fight."
Flueterflam Friday March 23rd, 2001 11:51:02 AM
Fluet nods. Then the bard heads out to where he last saw K'nara and the others. "Hey K'nara, we got a way out probably. That sword of yours will have be used also I think. Let's get everyone into the processing room." Fluet leads them back into the room quickly. "Hey Milo, could you get this lock for the guy. He's not very helpful, but we should probably get him out. Never know when it could come back and help out in the future."
DM Jan (The Jailbreak) Friday March 23rd, 2001 12:16:05 PM
As Milo endeavors to get the hatch open, a tiny part of it splinters. Through the hole - a black ooze starts to seep out. It smells so foul that he feels really sick. ((Milo - roll fortitude against DC 23 - throw up if you fail and -1 CON for 5 rounds.))
Elsewhere, weird things start to happen - with a shout from the diminutive but mighty Mop - all the guards outside back off very sharply. Mop's eyes take on a strange light, and some kind of green tinted aura escapes from his body and heads toward the prison, and the barrier.
At the same time, Shad's priestly spell rushes to meet it. In a fury of colour - both spells meet at the prison barrier and become entangled. For an instant - the barrier becomes a swirl of blue and green. Then - with a mighty *BANG!* - it seems to lash out like a multi-headed snake. Mop, Figment and Dakar are the first to be entangled in it, followed in an a flash by K'Nara, Olana, Shadrach and Ingrge. The spell whips them off their feet and into apprent oblivion. With a roar it moves into the prison - capturing Milo, Fluet, and a terrified man with ink on his fingers, snaking out at anything alive in the immediate vicinity.
And then -
To those stood outside the prison - it seemed that those entangled in 'whatever it was' just disappeared. The deathly silence is broken by one of the guards, who - shocked beyond belief - drops his shield with a clatter on the cobblestones.
To those captured in the spell - its a rough ride, as Shad's entangled windwall spell batters and blows. After a few teeth-grinding moments - everything seems to stop. ((4 DAM to all players - usual saves apply if successful.))
Dis-oriented and dizzy, all anyone can feel is a cold stone floor, and a faint smell of sulphur. Wherever this is, it is hidden by complete darkness. Someone starts wailing in fear. ((Milo/Fluet - roll INT - DC10 to recognise its the voice of the printer.))
Milo Thistledown d20+5=12 d20+9=19 d20+1=19 Friday March 23rd, 2001 12:37:58 PM
Milo staggers away from the crack and black ooze. Turning himself away from Fluet and the printer, he vomits violently on the wall. After he is finished, he sheaths his short sword, and being a bit wobbly, "Okay... we're not getting out that way... I wonder how the negotiations are going? I wonder if they've killed Dakar yet?" Milo's grin is grim. Turning back to Fluet, "Hey... I wonder if..." and that is all the farther he gets before he is grabbed, along with his friends, and hauled away. (OOC: Made Reflex save DC 19 for half damage, let me know if that succeeds)
As he lays on the cold floor Milo recognizes the voice of the Printer as he wails in fear. (Made Int check DC19) Struggling to get to his hands and knees, Milo shakes his head, in order to attempt to shake of the after affects of whatever that was, "Guys? Anybody? Somebody pinch me if I ever decide to go on that ride again will ya?"
Dakar Friday March 23rd, 2001 1:56:44 PM
The dwarf slams his axe hilt into the ground in pure rage. "Ye're all daft. I had cast a spell on myslef that made me immune tot he attacks of others, long as I myself didn't attack. I could've drawn arrow fire ALL BLASTED DAY! All they would've hit was their own soldiers." He wheels to the rest of the party. "My entire youth was spent at war, in training for combat, for the impossible missions we would fight. My entire life has been one of conflict and strife. I am a tactician by nature and upbringing and have deicated my life to it. If I *seem* to have a plan I do have a plan!" He slumps to the ground. "And now, that plan was tossed into smoke."
Figment d20+4=18 Friday March 23rd, 2001 4:27:00 PM
As the mage lands on the cold floor he collects himself and prepares to meet the dragon (DC 18). He tries to find Mop in the gloom - wondering if he is really Parnoths main guy or if he is the dragon himself. Upon hearing the dwarf's lament and hoping to calm him down he offers "I really don't think any plan would have helped us out of this situation Dakar. But I'm sure yours was as good as anyone else had.". The mage continues to listen for Mop.
Ingrge d20=17 Saturday March 24th, 2001 10:25:57 AM
Ingrge, watching the goings ons, is caught off guard by the spell and is uncerimoniously, tossed and thrown roughly accross the aether and lands in a pile on the floor.
Shadrach d20+7=12 Saturday March 24th, 2001 10:33:20 AM
Shad laughed hollowly. "Perhaps if you'd shared your plan, our leader lady might have agreed..Too late now. Anybody have a light?"
Flueterflam d20=7 d20=7 Sunday March 25th, 2001 3:44:46 AM
Fluet lands quite hard. "Hmmm...either very good or very bad," he mutters under his breath. "DAMN, should've made it down there, who knows what will happen now." The bard is fill with vehement thoughts of all the horrible things that might have just happened, including wherever it is they just 'landed'.
K'Nara Monday March 26th, 2001 6:48:24 AM
Groaning a bit, K'Nara pulled herself upright from her prone position on the floor.
"Oh, DO stop pouting, Dakar," she told the petulant dwarf, "In case you haven't noticed, it was NOT 'our' idea to transport everyone away from the prison like that. And I would appreciate your letting me know what you intend to do before you do something like that again." The human blinked as she looked around her, seeing nothing but darkness.
"Figment, Ingrge...do either of you know what in the Nine Hells happened??? And how did we end up here?" K'Nara asked, frowning as she gripped her sword, which was still in her hands. "Whatever that magic was supposed to be, it ended up blowing OUT my sword!" The female fighter's sigh was sharp.
"Lucia!" she uttered resolutely, causing the sword to flare to life once more and shed its light in a sixty-foot-diameter area. K'Nara's canny hazel eyes assessed who and what was in the limnus of the flames.
Olana Monday March 26th, 2001 11:06:38 AM
"Ooooh, I don't like this," said Olana, scrambling to her feet and looking around trying to get her bearings. "Where are we?"
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