Post by Ronny Serio on Sept 14, 2015 11:04:40 GMT -6
Joaquim's eyes were wide as he scanned the literal killing field. At least a dozen bodies were scattered about. Not all looked dead, but he wasn't about to check on them and risk earning some of Glaendalas's fury.
"We'll search the buildings," Joaquim ventured, hoping the witch did not disapprove. He wanted to find any valuables they could. If the witch departed, he would also search the bodies the sisters left behind.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 14, 2015 22:27:36 GMT -6
Day 10, wrap-up part 2 for Joaquim, Ximo:
Ximo and Joaquim might have been able to handle whatever danger remained in the building, but the building could not handle much danger. They had barely started searching the farmhouse when they noticed it had caught fire from the lightning strike and was burning down around them! They fled to the safety of outdoors. There were still other buildings, like the barn to check, but they found nothing but mundane stable gear there.
It seemed any chance to make a profit off this debacle was lost. Worst, if Walhorn was dead, they had lost their bargaining tool for finding out what Glendalas knew of Gerdacyr's location.
It was getting late, and both men needed a good night's sleep.
In the morning, they would have to decide if there was anymore they could, or should, do about Gerdacyr for the Consortium. Joaquim would have to decide if he was ready to begin training with the Consortium. And Ximo would had to consider if it was time to return to the service of his liege, the Baron of Penwich.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 15, 2015 12:11:14 GMT -6
Day 10, wrap-up part 3 for Joaquim, Ximo:
The Careful Conjurers both agreed to stay and help. They found Walhorn's hastily-buried, shallow grave and the women wept over it.
This was not the time to ask for help with training and learning spells, though both men were thinking it. Perhaps, after a suitable period of mourning, the witch would be grateful for their help enough to offer them better rates.
Resolved, then, to wait, Ximo went back into the city, to his new "home" at the Bronze Unicorn Inn in the Foreign Quarter ((where I will get back to him on Thursday!)).
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 19, 2015 12:58:44 GMT -6
Day 12 for Joaquim:
Day 1 of his training had ran long and left Joaquim exhausted when he reached his inn room that night.
Day 2 of the training was a breath of fresh air, literally. Ekaitz wanted to take the training outdoors and Joaquim was able to convince him to hold it in the West Fields. It was a good way to train, while also monitoring the charred remains of the Bustillo Farmhouse. Crossbow-wielding farmfolk came and went from there all day, looking lost and a little rudderless.
The focus of the morning was similar to some of the review from yesterday -- it was about range and area of effect, visualizing distances (which they could now do using real geography and not just academic discussion of the matter).
Over lunch (which Ekaitz had brought in a basket -- interestingly, no unseen servants following him around outside the Consortium building, apparently), they discussed the legal and ethical implications of some spellcraft. How charm spells were viewed as criminal assault unless used in self defense. Or how casual use of divination spells on others was not illegal, but could get you thrown out of dinner parties.
That afternoon, they worked on casting while distracted. Joaquim went through the motions of spell casting, while Ekaitz slapped boards of word increasingly closer to Joaquim. It was very difficult not to flinch, and even a flinch could disrupt a complex spell, Joaquim was told.
Post by Ronny Serio on Sept 21, 2015 11:24:19 GMT -6
This was Joaquim had wanted: discussions, calculations, experimentation. In the Free City, he thought he'd mastered all that was important in magic. The spells he'd deciphered from the Dead Man's spellbook had kept him and Marcel alive, gotten them ahead, bit by bit. But locked in the confines of the Slum Quarter, he would never have grown past that point. He would have had no need; wouldn't even of known it was a possibility.
But now... now his eyes were starting to open, his potential unlocking. He had a long way to go, to be sure, but the possibilities seemed endless.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 29, 2015 20:36:51 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 3, rds. 1-2 for Eder:
Frar, Eder's new friend, had gone back inside, donned a suit of platemail armor, helm, and carried a footman's mace now. He led Eder out of the city, and talked on the way.
"Such impatience, friend. Had you been willing to wait until 'dis evening, I might have been able to secure us a place to fight indoors. The Harvesters' Hall is too small for such facilities. Still, I doubt 'dis will take too long, one way or 'de other, eh?" He paused at the West Gate, where the road led out of Verbobonc. "Hello, boys!" he said to the few idle sentries at the gate. "We are about to fight. Dis is not a duel or drunken rowdiness; I am testing 'dis Dwur for membership in 'de Harvesters' Heroes. Dere is a gold piece in 'dis for you boys to split if you watch 'de fight and make sure every'ding is above board. Are you ready, Eder? Strike to subdue only, please."
Frar was faster with his mace, but missed Eder by a good 3". Eder, saw an opening and took it, striking with the butt of his hand axe.
Frar followed up with a blow, giving as good as he got. It threw Eder off-balance and made him miss by a good 7".
"How are you doing, Eder? Ready for more?" Frar asked. Both dwarves were still in fine shape.
((Rd. 1: to hit Eder: 8, Eder's to hit: 16 - 2 dmg; rd. 2: to hit Eder: 17 - 2 dmg, Eder's to hit: 5))
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 6, 2015 10:45:41 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 3, rd. 5 for Eder:
"Well, now, 'dat is up to you, dah?" Frar said, taking a moment's break and a step back. "I am evaluatink' not just your fightink' skill, but your stamina and you're willingness to risk injury for 'de Heroes. So do you want to quit and go get an ale now?"
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 8, 2015 8:33:09 GMT -6
Day 11, the rest of turn 3 for Eder:
Frar swung at Eder, Eder swung at Frar. There was a lot of swinging, a lot of stepping back to dodge, and a lot more whooshing air than banging metal, though Eder came closer to hitting than Frar.
"Ah, you're too cautious now," Frar said, stepping back and lowering his weapon. "I'll learn nothink' else from you today. Come, we get that ale now, da?"
He put his weapon away and, once Eder had done the same, clasped Eder's shoulder. "Dat was good fightink! You fight like a veteran. Now, where did you want to get 'dat ale? And were you still interested in 'de Challenge of Skill? Every challenge you pass will help raise your initial standink' with the Harvesters' Heroes."
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 9, 2015 18:45:15 GMT -6
Day 15/turn 3 for Ximo:
Ximo, Emmanuelle, and Ceferino emerged from the city's west gate into the fields beyond. Emmanuelle led them about 200 yards from the city walls and stopped. "You can put down the boxes here," she told Ceferino.
She continued, addressing Ximo. "The most important thing a magic-user needs to learn is how to stay alive. Up to this point, you've probably trusted to luck. What we're going to work on today are two skills that will help you stay alive while casting spells; casting while moving, and casting without losing your concentration. Ceferino will aid us with both of these."
Ceferino was wearing ordinary-looking tradesman's clothes and boots. He looked neither particularly dangerous or wizardly. He was a young man in good physical shape, though.
"Ximo, please begin casting a spell. If it's a dangerous spell, please focus it in the opposite direction of us, and do not mess that part up. Ceferino, stop him."
Faster than Ximo could react, Ceferino performed a perfect flying tackle and took Ximo down to the ground. Luckily, it had occurred so quickly that Ximo was only preparing to cast his spell and was not far enough into it for it to be disrupted yet.
"Very good. Again," Emmanuelle said.
This time, Ximo knew what was coming and tried to dodge, but Ceferino grabbed his arm and pulled it hard in the middle of the spell, disrupting a second level spell!
"I want you to try again, Ximo. But remember that you're working with magic. Magic can have tangible effects all around you. As you're casting the spell, and you see the attack coming, try to draw out the spell-casting and hold the magic in front of you longer. It can act as a sort of shield, and may save your life."
Ximo tried another spell, this time ignoring his teacher's initial advice and going for a simpler spell with a faster casting time. He saw Ceferino coming and tried to hold the spell longer while he concentrated on dodging. But Ceferino fainted, doubled back, and tugged on Ximo's robes hard enough to tip him off-balance and disrupt a second spell!
"Not bad. We'll continue, but conserve your spells by using something else in their place. Ceferino, the rope."
Ceferino, not even winded yet, jogged back to the boxes, opened one, and produced a 10' length of hemp rope. He then jogged back and handed it to Ximo.
"You'll imagine this is your magic," Emmanuelle said, about the rope. "You'll hold it between both hands, as you would hold magic between your hands. The goal will be stopping Ceferino from being able to pull the rope out of one of your hands. Any questions before we begin again?"
((rd. 1: to hit Ximo: 20; rd. 2: to hit Ximo: 15; rd. 3: to hit Ximo: 12))
Ximo was sweating and still breathing hard from the last attack by Ceferino. He resented the man's fitness and suspected that he was a dimwitted wizard. Look at him with his stupid boots and tunic...
"Hmmm, could you repeat that Madam Emmanuelle?"
"Hold the rope in both hands..."
"Rope? Oh that rope."
"Yes, hold the rope in both hands and keep Ceferino from pulling it out of one of your hands."
Ximo nodded and took the rope in his two hands. It was very long and heavy. It was hard to hold its full ten feet without dragging it on the ground. So Ximo turned his back on Ceferino and Emmanuelle for a moment. He then wound the rope several times around his wrists to make it easier to handle before turning around.
"Have at you!" he yelled at Ceferino as he feinted a charge at the other man before stepping back and moving his hands as though casting a spell.
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 11, 2015 23:56:26 GMT -6
Day 15/turn 3a for Ximo:
Ceferino was awful good at this; when he flipped Ximo onto his back, he was able to pull the rope out of his hands.
But Ximo rallied. The next time, he pushed back with the rope and finished going through the motions of a spell with the rope in both hands.
"Very good," Emmanuelle said. "Next we'll work on distractions. Ceferino -- the cymbals."
Ceferino ran to a box and produced a pair of cymbals. He proceeded to crash them all around Ximo while he had to cast a spell. After all the tackling, this was surprisingly easy. Ximo managed his spell.
"Again, please, with another spell," his teacher said, but this time Ceferino didn't start up with the cymbals right away. Instead, Emmanuelle distracted him with, "The heads of the Consortium would like you to infiltrate the Cult of the Flaming Eye."
Ximo had been distracted and even made himself look slightly agog at the revelation from Emmanuelle. He was also a little surprised that she brought it up with Ceferino there. So, though he was inwardly pleased that the heads of the Consortium had confirmed his plan, he was also annoyed at their apparent lack of subtlety or discretion.
He dropped the rope and turned to face Emmanuelle squarely, "They what? Let me get my thoughts on this subject for a moment. What have I done that they wish to see me dead? This sounds like a very bad idea. Let's just stick to training me and then I can talk to the Consortium leadership about why they have decided to purge me from the club. Those Cult guys have been a bother for me but are way to dangerous for me to mess with them."
Ximo planned to go ahead with the infiltration but wanted to make sure he could do it without the bumbling of the higher-ups to ruin his prospects of success.
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 16, 2015 13:52:15 GMT -6
Day 15/turn 4-9 for Ximo:
Ximo had no idea magic-user training could be so physically demanding! By early afternoon, he was exhausted from the various exercises. He could imagine how useful some of these exercises would be if the goblins under Ryemend ever got in close quarters with him. The bright spot was that Ceferino looked worn out too; Emmanuelle's star pupil, who she trusted enough to entrust with information vital to Ximo's well-being, was not a bottomless well of stamina after all.
Emmanuelle helped carry a box towards the city gates, where two farmers were waiting to go in while their wagon was inspected.
"...you from?" one sentry was asking the farmers. "The whole city's been on high alert for a week now. Just today, there's been two attacks in the Business Quarter already. Should be safe now, but you never know..."
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 17, 2015 23:40:15 GMT -6
Day 15/turn 9a for Ximo:
The sentries had no qualms about sharing that information with someone as wizardly-looking as Ximo. "Twin attacks on the Temple of the Journey and the Hall of the Harvesters' Heroes, Magician. There were deaths at the temple. I'm not sure about the Heroes, but--"
They were interrupted by a bright flash of light coming from somewhere inside the Business District behind them.