Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 3, 2015 22:06:25 GMT -6
"Follow my lead," Joaquim said to the gnome as they moved to approach Ximo and his companion.
"The Consortium is as good a destination as any," Joaquim told Ximo. "My gnomish friend and I pursued some of the attackers, but they lost us in the Foreign Quarter. We were just on our way back to regroup. The Dracolisk didn't return, did it? And did you by chance see Marcel in the aftermath? We divided our efforts during the battle."
Joaquim was carrying what looked to be a blanket wrapped about something, but made no mention of it. The package was perhaps a couple feet in length.
Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 3, 2015 22:21:13 GMT -6
This was rather more attention than Marcel wanted, but there nothing to be done for it now. Just have to face it head on and do his best to sound smart.
"The common soldier often picks up on much that he isn't meant to know," Marcel said to the Arch-Deacon. "You are correct that they are surely not informed directly of the grand design, but subtle hints and clue can add up. Put a couple dozen of that lot in close quarters, training and waiting, and they've little to do but share the tidbits each have gathered. Eventually, they collect enough that a picture can be painted."
"Setting aside the master plan, there still is much they will know. Names and faces of other cultists. Both of their fellows and of those who give them orders. They will know the location of meeting places. They may know what sort of supplies are on hand, which may give us clues as to their future plans. Men see more than they realize."
"I did see Marcel, though I am not sure where he wandered off to, " Ximo answered. "I know you spent the fight invisible. What took you out of the Bailey? Was it the fight at the gate? Were you able to intervene?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 5, 2015 10:39:34 GMT -6
"The attackers at the gate were well in hand when I arrived," Joaquim said. "The best I could do was to save a few of the dying. Then, when they fled, the gnome and I both gave chase. Did anything of note happen after I left? Or was that the end of the attack?"
"Where did the chase lead? I saw the attackers flee but could not tell for sure where they had gone," Ximo replied. "Once my sorcerous web halted the flanking strike, it was clear the attack had lost its energy. Is that bundle a recovery from the battle?"
Ximo had fallen into step next to the gnome and was talking over his head with Joaquim.
"Ah, yes. You did say that. I do not believe the authorities took any prisoners, which makes it a real shame you lost them," Ximo continued. "Very picturesque strategy, that. It would seem their whole goal was to sow terror among the general populace. If only we had caught one of these 'terrorists' we could arrange a dramatic execution to show the masses that they were safe. Or at least help them believe they were safe. There's really no security against these villains."
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 6, 2015 8:25:47 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 10 for Caltaran:
For Caltaran, four hours passed in total seclusion. It was relaxing and it did give him much time to meditate on the events of the day...but he could not help but wonder if he had been forgotten here in all the excitement earlier...
Once completion of the meditation caltaran gets up and heads outside to talk to the other priests to find out was discovered or what was the assessment of the attack. He hopes to find his trainer and also discovers if any if the prisoners gave any pertinent information.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 8, 2015 13:52:54 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 10 for Marcel:
The other priests, prefects, and canons present seemed satisfied with Marcel's answer and nodded much to each other.
Ten minutes later, the door opened an elderly high priest stepped out. He looked around at the faces of those waiting and then pointed to Marcel. "You. There is no time to lose. We need you to go to the north gate of the city and see if there is still time to prevent a mob of Trithereon's followers from marching into the city. Inform the paladins at the entrance and have them pick a runner to go to the west gate and do the same. If there is time, explain what has happened here at the bailey. Remember, do what you can to convince the gate guards not to admit an unruly mob."
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 8, 2015 16:44:52 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 11 for Caltaran:
Caltaran went looking for more instruction. By the light outside, he could tell it was now getting to be evening ((5 pm)). When he enterered the chapter house, he found quite a few priests dining together. Curate Hector Martin stood up and approached Caltaran. Martin, deeply involved in the Cuthberite sect of the temple, seemed an odd choice for further instruction to Caltaran's mind, but he was prepared to obey when the curate led him out into the hallway for quiet conversation.
"It has been quite a harrowing day," Hector Martin said. "The attack...I am sure you know of the attack. It was indeed the Cult of the Flaming Eye responsible, in a daring attempt to frighten our parishioners and make them feel unsafe here. Perhaps worse, there may be some collusion between the cult and the Temple of the Common Patriot, for the followers of Trithereon tried to march on the Inner Bailey later, in a misguided protest against crossbow restrictions which do not exist. Even now, there are protesters outside the bailey gates, which the Viscount in his...generosity is allowing to continue.
"All of this may make your next task all the more difficult. You are to convert someone who has never been to service or worshiped here at our temple into vowing to worship one or more gods of our temple, and bringing this convert to be interviewed by me. You could begin work on this project tonight, or in the morning; it does not matter which."
Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 9, 2015 16:37:59 GMT -6
Marcel wasted no time in heeding the high priest's words. On his way out of the cloister, he grabbed the most fit of the assembled clergy. "Run with me to the gate. No doubt I'll be slowed at the gate without someone to vouch for me."
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 10, 2015 10:55:32 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 11a for Caltaran:
Caltaran joined the priests' table in the chapter house -- for the first time. Bureau, Danilo -- men who had been Caltaran's superiors just a week ago, now looked on silently as he joined them. But they all knew of Caltaran's rapid rise and seemed to respect that.
"Welcome, brother," Danilo said to Caltaran.
Then they all went back to chatting, and they were still chatting about the attack.
"Did you see that magic-user? The one who raced up onto the wall, made the Viscount's archers back down, and then helped stave off the attack at the south gate?"
"I heard there was a fighting man, not even a member of the Viscount's Army, who just showed up and helped rally the archers at the castle."
"What I heard was that some of the wounded at the south gate were miraculously healed before any of our kind even arrived on the scene."
"You were seen running across the bailey from the temple, Caltaran," Bureau said. "What did you accomplish?"
Post by dtspurrier on Jul 10, 2015 14:11:17 GMT -6
Caltaran takes a second to remember the battle and remembers ximo and also Marcel in the courtyard. He says "i beleive the magicuser name is ximo and the warriors name is Marcel. Both are acquaintances of mine. I helped get innocents to safety. Checked on the welfare of the troops and tried to help out when I can. I believe this attack is a feint. I know they were trying to cause fear and destruction but I theorize that the cult is after something. Also according to the records I believe that the creature may have returned to Dieg manor. After my training I have made a request to go there and investigate."
Last Edit: Jul 10, 2015 14:16:28 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 13, 2015 9:12:08 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 13 for Caltaran:
No one seemed impressed by Caltaran's name dropping, nor what they saw as his boasting about investigating Dieg Manor. Even Curate Martin seemed non-plussed. Taking Caltaran aside one more time after dinner, he said, "I think you misunderstood your assignment earlier. I will not be bringing someone to you to try and convert, you must go out and find someone on your own to convert. Think on that..."
And Caltaran did. He left the temple grounds and walked the bailey while thinking about it. The dead were all gone, but Caltaran had seen where they were moved indoors, left on tables in the shrines for mourners to come see. The petrified remained out here. A small fence had been erected with posts and chain around the petrified groups and cut flowers left around their feet. The high priests, if not the Viscount himself, must have decided that moving the statues posed a danger to them...or perhaps that leaving a memorial to the attack here would somehow be useful to them.
Normally there would be people in the bailey all day on a Godsday, but this day the grounds were quiet, except for martial drilling on the north end outside the castle.
realizing that his training needs to be continued, Caltaran will head out to the streets. He will try to find a homeless person possibly an orphan. Then suddenly he stops and remembers the orphan he asked to watch a building for kobolds. He wonders what happened to the child. He then heads back to where he met the orphan to see if he is still there. Perhaps this could be someone he could convert.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 15, 2015 8:51:08 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 13 for Marcel:
Marcel arrived at the Inner Bailey, where a situation similar to the north gate was taking place. About 15 people were standing outside the gates, chanting "Bring back our dead!" while the sentries kept them out. None of them were holding weapons, though, and definitely had no crossbows among them.
Marcel was admitted after inspection. He also finally had the chance to ask for his weapons back, confiscated earlier. Luckily, Marcel could describe his weapons and they were all dutifully returned. He was about to head to the temple when a runner arrived from the street outside and began to report, breathless, to the sentries.
"The Freedom Patrol...protesting at the west...gate, let into the city. They made it halfway through the Business Quarter before they were stopped for disrupting businesses and pointing crossbows at soldiers. It was a group of 60 that were told to break up or the lot of them were going to jail. So the mob just split up into smaller groups, but are still causing trouble out there."
"Run and tell this story at the castle," the sergeant-of-the-watch said, "but I don't think the Viscount is going to want to spare men to deal with so minor a nuisance."
Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 16, 2015 10:21:42 GMT -6
"I'd send word to the north gate," Marcel told the sergeant. "Captain Echevarrieta is chomping at the bit to deal with these numbskulls."
"Tell me, has my friend Joaquim come back then way," Marcel asked, describing the mage. "No sign, eh? Well then, I think I'll head to Business Quarter and knock some heads together myself. Those boys are all wax and no wick. I'll run 'em right out."
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 17, 2015 12:42:31 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 14 for Joaquim, Ximo:
En route to the Bailey gates, traveling through the High Quarter, the magic-using companions passed a crowd of maybe 10 people in the street who had gathered to talk. Ximo spotted Agusti, his charmed friend from the Spruce Goose, in the crowd and they overheard "...and now no one's allowed in the bailey?" "He is elven. Maybe that elven temperament just can't handle the pressures of being Viscount..."
There was juicy stuff here to overhear or possibly exploit, but since Ximo was only 80% conscious at this point and needed help staying on his feet, neither was free to stick around and do anything with this encounter.
At the bailey entrance, Joaquim tried to make some quick inquiries. Not long into his description of Marcel to the sentries he was interrupted. "Oh, he just left here not long ago!" He was also told that the rumor from the crowd was false. "The Bailey isn't closed, but people have been turned away for grumbling about the Viscount on their way past us. Wish we could have thrown them in the dungeons for that, but..."
More food for thought, but Joaquim could see the bloody stain on Ximo's clothes was spreading, so they made haste in to the Bailey. There, a paladin at the entrance recognized Ximo and helped Joaquim lead him inside.
The Temple of the Heavenly Virtues reminded Joaquim and Ximo of a club for elderly gentlemen. The aged cleric who came out to see Ximo in the chapel must have been in his mid-70s. The average age here had to be higher than the average age at the Silver Consortium.
"I can heal these wounds," the cleric said, "but the gods demand a sacrifice when miracles are performed. What are you prepared to give?" Further conversation revealed that the cleric was looking for something along the value of 30 gold.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 20, 2015 22:31:00 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 14a for Joaquim, Ximo:
"Caltaran cannot be bothered in the middle of his sensitive training!" the conjurers were told, as if they had just suggested something horrible. "I am afraid I must insist on church protocols..."
Joaquim helped fish 30 gold out of Ximo's pockets -- Ximo was rich! The priest called for acolytes, sent one with the money to the treasury, and then kept the other two with him to assist in a ceremony. Clerics were such showmen, both magic-users were fairly sure the priest could heal wounds without needing a long speech about Zilchus rewarding, with accompanying chanting, but it was an impressive show and Ximo was mostly better afterwards. Mostly...?
"Sorry, but the gods have, in their infinite wisdom, given you want you needed rather than what you wanted. Perhaps they are advising you take two days' rest now, in addition to their miraculous healing. How can you complain, having been granted both a miracle and wise counsel straight from the gods?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 20, 2015 23:05:32 GMT -6
Joaquim resisted the urge to point out that the miracle was more purchased than granted.
"A rest would be wonderful. Sadly, the cult does not seem inclined to accommodate us. Let us hope that the gods know more than we, that the cult will lie low for the next few days and that we can regather our strength."
Ximo was not rich. After all, that money was really Vicent's but he hoped everyone was in the process of forgetting that. He shared Joaquim's sentiment but chose to keep quiet. The healing had helped but he was struck at how thin he felt he was getting with all this adventuring and running around. The two of them left the cathedral and headed for the gnome's home.
"Can we stop and get a snack? I have really been wasting away on this activity," Ximo asked Joaquim.