Post by scottenkainen on Sept 7, 2015 18:02:38 GMT -6
Day 11/Turn 10a for Caltaran:
"Well, no..." Winoc answered. "They were secular leaders, so what deities they served never came up. I know Bustillo was a big leader in charge. Another is Trujillo, this guy they think should be the Viscount instead of our current one. I've never seen Trujillo, but he got talked about sometimes."
"All very interesting. If I can have a word with you, Caltaran?" Semer said. He took Caltaran aside for a private conversation. "I just want to make it clear that I recommend these two against goblins, but if anything tougher comes up in the dungeon, I would recommend we fall back from it with these forces -- unless we recruit stronger fighters. Any luck finding us magic-users?"
Post by dtspurrier on Sept 7, 2015 18:49:18 GMT -6
Caltaran says " I spoke with high priest Marion and he gave us an extension so instead of tomorrow we go the next morning after tomorrow. This will give us time for Marcel hopefully to finish training. The silver consortium would not let me in so I am hoping for Joaquin and ximo to show up tonight. Otherwise I will try my luck tomorrow. For now let's enjoy the dinner and the two new priestess will join us and we can at least let them know of the plan. I do like your tactical advise and will head it if it is more then goblins. "
Last Edit: Sept 7, 2015 18:49:57 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 7, 2015 20:45:31 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 9a for Joaquim, Ximo:
"I may not have the spells prepared I would need for such a rescue," Joaquim said. "I encourage you to look into the matter if your conscience tells you to, but I think I will settle in with my spellbooks tonight and worry about this Walhorn again tomorrow."
((Unless Ronny is getting home from Europe sooner than I think he is...?))
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 8, 2015 17:37:41 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 9b for Joaquim, Ximo:
Joaquim did not, apparently, require much persuading to stay in this story a bit longer before retiring for bed.
Back at Walhorn's mother's home, they were greeted by the two sisters who listened with mounting alarm as the conjurers related the rumor they had just recently learned.
"This had best be no trick!" Aunt Marianalas said hotly, reaching under her apron, as if a concealed weapon might be there.
"Marian, we don't dare chance it!" Glendalas said, leaning on her sister for support. "Go scout on ahead. I'll be there in the West Fields shortly to back you up!"
But Glendalas was saying this while closing the front door on Ximo and Joaquim. They expected Marianalas to exit again shortly, perhaps after changing clothes, but there was no sign of her. Ten minutes passed, and then something very unexpected happened -- Glendalas exited through the chimney along with a plume of soot, while riding a broom! She began flying due west.
"Let's follow that witch!" Ximo said and began hustling as best he could to the west and whatever awaited him there. He knew he would make considerably worse time than the sisters but perhaps he could arrive in time to take credit for helping but after all the danger had passed.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 11, 2015 8:33:13 GMT -6
Day 12, turn 7 for Caltaran:
It was early Freeday evening on the 14th day of Flocktime and, despite being Freeday, the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues had made special arrangement for the Clennam Tailory in the Foreign Quarter to open so Caltaran could be fitted for his curate vestments. This was how confident the high priests were that Caltaran would come home safely from Ryemend with his team.
It was not as large a force as Caltaran had hoped and was missing all of the key personnel he had hoped for. Marcel still had one more day of training tomorrow, Joaquim was in training, and Ximo was busy with some sort of project. Caltaran had not dared to go back and ask for another extension, nor had he succeeded in recruiting any adventuring magic-users. Joaquim and Ximo knew none they could recommend, and Caltaran had not dared return to the Silver Consortium. This left Caltaran with the following team:
Caltaran himself, the veterans Semeragin, Winoc, and Nydia, the adept Laetitia, and the acolyte Ricarda. Six, mostly inexperienced or under-experienced, adventures against all the evil the Cult of the Flaming Eye could muster against them. He remembered, though, that his primary mission was to gather information, not necessarily to clear out the dungeon.
The plan was to leave in the morning, unless Caltaran delayed it, leaving just the remainder of this night for any last-minute details.
Post by dtspurrier on Sept 11, 2015 14:22:25 GMT -6
Caltaran makes sure his equipment is fitted correctly. Then he goes ahead and pays the money so winoc gets his armor. He stops at the Church for some prayer for luck and success. Then he heads to the bronze unicorn for a good luck dinner.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 23, 2015 19:37:50 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 1 for Joaquim:
Joaquim had recently been to Higden's and, given what happened afterwards in Jaggers' home, he was not eager to go back. Still, Ekaitz was insistent. "No one knows illusion magic quite like gnomes," he said.
The common room was just as Joaquim remembered it, except even emptier and less smoky. There were four gnomes inside, three attending on what appeared to be an incredibly ancient gnome. The man's face seemed to have melted into a morass of wrinkles, his nose hanging down almost into his beard.
"Is this the youth you wish to see Mr. Higden?" one of the attendant gnomes asked Ekaitz.
The ancient Mr. Higden motioned for Joaquim to come over. "So...you want to be an illusionist, do you?" It wasn't true, but Joaquim didn't know how to respond at first. It didn't seem to matter to Mr. Higden either way. "Can you ...juggle?"
When Joaquim looked understandably flabberghast, Mr. Higden tried to lean forward. "You think juggling is funny, do you? Noddy, toss him three balls."
To indulge the gnomes, Joaquim tried to juggle them.
"Again. Again!" Mr. Higden commanded sternly. Finally, when Joaquim dropped them all a third time, Higden leaned back, looking smugly content somehow, and said, "This youth isn't ready to be an illusionist."
Ekaitz thanked them for their time and led Joaquim out. "Quite an honor, just to be considered, really," he said.
Post by Ronny Serio on Sept 24, 2015 9:13:14 GMT -6
"I'll have to take your word on that," Joaquim said. In truth, he was just thrilled the whole encounter ended quickly and without incident. He'd just learned yesterday that an Illusionist was a thing that existed, so it wasn't like he'd gotten his heart set on it.
That, he reflected, would have been a very Marcel thing to do. His friend had a long history of quick infatuation with ideas and then just as quickly forgot them. He grinned to himself as he thought about Marcel's ways. They hadn't seen much of each other the last few days. Perhaps they could find time tonight to sit down and enjoy a meal together.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 2, 2015 10:27:41 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 6 for Ramon:
Surely, Ramon was not yet intervening in events he encountered, but only learning more to see if this "Smudge" character was someone he had to consider for his test. Plus, he was hungry for supper and could use the company.
Though the Bridgewalk Tavern was directly across the bridge from the Wealthy District, to the north, Ramon knew there was more affordable fare to be found in the Foreign Quarter directly to the east.
As luck would have it, the first place they passed where Ramon knew the food was good and reasonably priced was the Bronze Unicorn Inn. He surrendered his weapon at the entrance, and Smudge gave up a dagger, before they entered.
"Where to begin?" Smudge said, over their first round of ale. "I wasn't born Smudge. It was the name assigned to me as an apprentice to the Silver Consortium. All apprentices had to endure humiliating names, and then could take their own names when they graduated. Me, I suppose I took an unusual amount of pride in having endured a tough apprenticeship, and vowed I would keep Smudge until I'd proven myself as an adventurer.
"I still haven't had that chance. I was almost in an adventuring party, being assembled by some gnome I'd never met before, for some purpose he never even got a chance to disclose. The whole group fell apart when the cleric I'd recruited only came because she had a grudge against the gnome who hired me to assemble the party.
"And I thought that was bad. Two nights ago, my room at the Players Inn was burglarized and my spellbook stolen. I guess I was stupid, thinking it was safe under my bed! So now I'm an adventuring magic-user, with no adventuring party, and only the spells left to me that I'd last memorized from my book to my name."
"What a sad experience. I myself have become an adventurer. I have to say it was more exciting than I expected. And not nearly so unsavory as people think," Ramon answered. He did not tell Smudge of his adventures, however. He was concerned that it would make Smudge feel bad to hear how lucky Ramon had been to have his adventures turn out so well. Instead he let the man talk some more.
"The Consortium, what was that like? Do you still have connections there?"
Ramon would pass the meal hour with Smudge then return to the Temple to meditate on his walk through the city. Perhaps even consult with an older cleric.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 7, 2015 8:02:53 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 1 for Marcel:
Nothing happened last night when Marcel blew the whistle, other than making a feeble squealing sound, not nearly as elegant as the whistle looked.
Today was the 16th of Flocktime, a Sunday, in the summer of 594 CY. It was partly cloudy and warm outside when Marcel started his day. But what should be his top priority today? -- he wondered over a breakfast of watered beer and honeyed porridge. Caltaran was leading a second expedition to the Ryemend dungeon that started yesterday. How was that going without him? Did Joaquim need him for anything? The two of them had barely seen each other in days, off on their own pursuits. Should Marcel get that potion identified today for Joaquim, like he'd promised to days ago? The temple clergy were supposedly expediting Marcel's Investigator's Guild for him, but did they need any more help from him? Should he see if everything was all right at the House of Rest this morning, or look into this whistle Grandma Henri had given him? Should he be patrolling the city, looking for trouble from the cult or crossbow-wielding nuts? Or should he spend the whole day with that nice Calista from last night? So many choices...
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 13, 2015 11:23:51 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 5 for Eder:
"The Bronze Unicorn it is!" Frar said as they made their way back into the city. "I've never been there; don't like how 'dey take your weapons away at the door..."
Yet Frar did hand over his weapons without grumbling (though he gave the guard at the entrance a sobering glare), and was back in good spirits as they went inside the common room and helped themselves to the inn's strongest ale and a dinner of sausage and smoked eel.
"I don't normally like eel," Frar said, "but this place iz growink' on me!"
They continued to make idle conversation, even as Eder noticed that someone who seemed to be a cleric was gathering what was obviously an adventuring party on the other side of the room. Adventure -- so tempting! Eder started to get up, only to be stopped by Frar's stern rebuke.
"Eder -- would you be thinkink' of applyink' to more than one adventuring company at 'de same time? Dat would not sit well with the Harvester's Heroes..."
Eder thought about that. He thought about it good and hard as they sat and ate...and the adventurers left the inn.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 14, 2015 18:59:16 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 8 for Axen:
Axen checked some grungy alehouses, but spent the most time in Lestrange's -- a stinky, smelly tavern, where 14 patrons all enjoyed smokeweed pipes and played card games like bone ace ((similar to 31)) over small bets of copper and silver, and larger bets of silver and electrum over craps. The staff was a combination of humans and a gnome. The clientele was not a rowdy bunch, but seemed to be inveterate gamblers, interested in little else (they sure didn't come here for the drinks!). Still...Axen hoped he could ingratiate himself in with this crowd so he could overhear unguarded conversations.
Axen broke about even on some hands of bone ace, and the gnome was friendly. His name was Mr. Wickfield and he supervised the games.
"Keep them honest," Mr. Wickfield explained. "Everything is above board at Lestrange's."
Axen asked where he could find things that were not so above board, and got a scowling look from Mr. Wickfield. But then Wickfield looked around carefully, took a step closer, and said, "Depending on what your thing is, I'd try the Molten Spigot at night, the Pampered Polecat, or the Rusty Nail."
Axen knew that he would wind up at the Molten Spigot again later, so instead he headed off for the nearer of the two other bars this man mentioned. He wasn't sure which was closer, so he headed to the Pampered Polecat first and, if he didn't find leads there, he'd head to the Rusty Nail and then back to the ol' Spigot.
Once he got to the Polecat, he kept his head low and just listened for clues about the opium trade.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 19, 2015 20:43:39 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 9 for Axen:
It did not take Axen long to find the Pampered Polecat. The entrance was divided in half -- down the right hallway, it led into the interior bathhouse. Down the left hallway, was known to be a brothel. Axen tried the bathhouse side first.
The bathhouse was fairly busy with middle class people too good to bathe in the river. There was a curtain down the middle segregating the 40' square bath into a male half and a female half -- though seeking privacy seemed entirely voluntary and some naked men and women were gathered together openly, just talking. There were open side rooms for storing clothes. Axen, the only one in the room in armor and weapons, made everyone stop and watch him. The only way he could get everyone to go back to talking was to step into a side room and get naked.
People were talking about Godsday services, two days from now.
"Are you going?"
"To the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues? I don't know...I really like the services there, but..."
"Right? Maybe it would be safer to go to a different temple this week."
There was no sign of opium on this side of the building.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 21, 2015 8:13:12 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 12 for Ximo, (Semer, Winoc):
Though Ximo had volunteered to bring it all back alone, in truth he could not have carried more than a fraction of the goods to be sold without multiple trips or procuring a cart -- which was certainly a thought for any further expeditions.
No one in Ryemend gave them any trouble, but the sentries at the gates of Verbobonc thought this looked mighty suspicious. It was Semeragin, charismatic as he was, who convinced them that this was for an important mission for the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues. And they were allowed to pass inside.
At Jake's Arms and Armor, Ximo's intelligence and Semer's charisma proved a fantastic team for getting good deals on these damaged goods. It did appear that, as Jake himself admitted, that these goods had once been finely crafted. The sum offered to them was:
10 suits of leather armor = 175 gp, 1 ep 10 small shields = 112 gp 9 helmets = 117 gp 20 spears = 56 gp, 8 sp 7 morningstars = 45 gp, 7 sp 7 short swords = 60 gp, 4 sp
For a total of 566 gp, 9 sp. However, Jake wanted 5 days to produce the funds.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 26, 2015 8:51:36 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 1a for Marcel:
By coincidence, just as Marcel was thinking about Ximo, Ximo walked into the common room of the Bronze Unicorn Inn. Ximo, for his part, was thinking of his windfall sale at Jake's Arms and Armors from yesterday, and the results of his attempt to purchase a magic weapon. In fact, he was thinking about it so much he almost missed Marcel trying to get his attention.
Post by Ronny Serio on Oct 26, 2015 9:11:48 GMT -6
"Took a nasty whack to the noggin in Ryemend yesterday, did ya," Marcel asked with a smile. "How did you fair in your return trip? Obviously not too poorly since you stand before me now. You can give me the details over breakfast."
Ximo pulled up a chair at Marcel's table and gave him a brief smile, "Hit in the head? Not me. Too much of value to risk that bit of my body. But I did get a nasty stick from a rotten little goblin. But those goblins regret messing with me, I'll assure you. By my count I can claim a good dozen of them slain by my magic or ingenuity. I only wish fate had allowed me an opportunity to see the death of a few more. Rotten creatures..."
Ximo brought himself back to the conversation, "We cleared out a couple dozen goblins and their nasty little pups. A handful of wolves, too. There may be an endless supply of them down there. And not much treasure to go with 'em.
"Where's your twin? I'd like to ask him if he knows anything about training with the Consortium. That's the reason I'm not going to be heading back down there with that half-mad Caltaran Morris Nesmith. I have training to do. Unless you have news or plans that might make me delay that endeavor..."
Post by Ronny Serio on Oct 26, 2015 12:32:27 GMT -6
"Little news on my end of things. I've spent the last several days proving to the Church that I'm not Paladin material. Despite that disappointment, I did learn a few new tricks with the sword and got to ride a horse. I'm a bit of a natural at that, it turns out."
"I was going to ask if you knew Joaquim's whereabouts. He didn't come home last night. He's been holed up at the Consortium of late, doing training of his own. I assume that's still where he is."
"So Caltaran is going back in then? Hmm.. I may have to see about joining in. Tell me about the man. I've only met him a few times. One of those it turned out to not be him and another I was throttling him because I thought he was still a doppelganger. So, I've got little sense of him. When I have spoken to him he seemed a bit... scattered. But, the man has passion, I'll not deny him that. Precious little direction for that passion, I'd say. You'd think the Church would be better at focusing such a man."
Axen walked along the edge of the brothel area, listening for conversation. He wasn't really interested in their services right now, but he wanted information. If he heard nothing of interest or was shooed away, he'd head to the Rusty Nail next.
"Indeed, Caltaran is passionate but...multi-directed. He led the rest of our expedition well enough and seemed more than willing to accept my advice," Ximo answered the last question first. "And Joaquim probably stayed over at the Consortium. I'm sure somewhere in that building they have dormitories or more comfortable accommodations."
Ximo waved for a drink and some food.
"Now that you have finished disappointing the Church, what plans do you have? Aside from maybe joining Caltaran's merry band, that is."