Post by scottenkainen on Aug 10, 2015 10:58:30 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 3a for Joaquim, Ximo:
"We will accept any assistance on either option," the two conjurers were told. "You could help us with finding Gerdacre, or help us with asking more wizards. If you would help us find Gerdacre...we know he spoke with a witch named Glendalas here in the city before he disappeared. Perhaps you can learn more from her.
"As for recruiting other wizards to our cause...Dyvers to the east, Mitrik to the north, and Veluna City to the west would also be good sources for wizards, but Greyhawk City is likely the largest gathering place for them of all. And we know the Archmage Tenser has a castle on the banks of the Nyr Dyv, the Lake of Unknown Depths this very river outside the city flows into.
"The decision is yours to make, just keep the Consortium informed as what direction you chose and progress you are making."
Ximo knew a dismissal when he heard it and went with Joaquim out of the chambers. Ekaitz came out with them and Ximo asked, "I knew Saturnino, but what was the other wizard presiding's name?"
After that and they had parted from Ekaitz, he turned to Joaquim, "It might be a fool's errand to seek Gerdacre. I'd say especially since the Consortium has been looking for him. Except it seems the have the same disease of distractedness that the other city father's suffer from. So let's see if we can find the man. If that fails we can decide how we want to try and find some other wizardly candidate."
Post by Ronny Serio on Aug 11, 2015 10:44:03 GMT -6
"I don't know any other wizards. It's not like I can just pop back over to the Free City and drop in on Tenser. Any petition for aid from afar is better off coming from the elders than from us. This Gerdacre seems the only real option. Beside, I'd wager we're better at tracking him down than the rest of these stuffy wizards."
Joaquim took a quick look over his shoulder to make sure no one else was around before continuing.
"Did you have any idea what they were talking about in there? Underworlds and portals and such? It all sounded like madness to me, but perhaps my ignorance is merely being made clear."
"It was new to me. I had never heard of it. My teacher was not much of a wizard. In fact I suspect I have already surpassed him, or am close do doing so. He mostly ensorcelled flagons to make them empty," Ximo answered. "We are agreed, then. We try to find this Gerdacre fellow. And the best place to start is with Glendalas. The clerk in this place and I have a good relationship. Let's find him and ask where we can find this witch."
As they walked Ximo spoke again, "Let's hope the master wizards are willing to share what they learn from Jaggers. I'm afraid we may be getting shunted away from the main investigation."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 12, 2015 19:11:19 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 3a for Joaquim, Ximo:
"Oh, he is known as Searos," Ekaitz said to Ximo. "Excellent instructor."
Ekaitz accompanied the conjurers back downstairs and made sure they had directions for how to find this Glendalas. "I hope you're able to clear this up," Ekaitz said. "It's troubling to have a disorganized leadership in such dangerous times as these..."
((I'll post them next time in the Foreign Quarter!))
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 18, 2015 8:14:43 GMT -6
Day 11/Turn 3-4 for Caltaran:
Caltaran knew of the Silver Consortium in the Business Quarter, but had never been there before. So, when the gargoyle at the gate started talking to him, he was a bit alarmed. It asked him to state his business, but when he explained at length about his need to recruit magic-users for a dungeon-exploring expedition, he was told "The guild members are too busy at present to answer your request. Come again later."
Caltaran did have other places to look, but he was determined to have magical support and waited outside the gate until he assumed "later" was, so he could try asking again.
After 3 hours of this, Caltaran was considering "later" might be soon enough to now, when an elderly man stepped out of nowhere, as if walking through an invisible doorway. The man wore white robes, yellowed with age, and his long beard was more white than grey. He held what Caltaran had first assumed to be a tall staff, but it was topped by a crystal spearhead that glowed with an inner, magical light.
"Unless you're a new doorman, be out of my way," the old man said crossly to Caltaran. When Caltaran tried to explain his need to go in, the old man looked him up and down and said, "Go run back to your temple, boy. Guard it well."
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 18, 2015 10:09:49 GMT -6
Realizing this is getting nowhere, Caltaran decides to head back to the temple. He will talk to the other curates and see if any of their acolytes are ready to help with his mission. He will start with his church and then the church of saint cuthbert. On his way back he remembers meeting Ramon, a cleric of saint cuthbert, almost two weeks ago. Maybe he would like to come with. On his way back he tries to remember where mercenary warriors would hang out in any of these taverns, if there is one on the way he will stop by. He wants to leave enough time to stop at dinner and meet up with Semer at the bronze unicorn.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 28, 2015 12:51:38 GMT -6
Day 13, Turn 2 for Ramon:
Moving through the Business Quarter, Ramon saw the quarter looked cleaner and more decorative than usual, particularly more so the closer he came to the Traders Market. On a casual inquiry, Ramon learned that the Viscount planned to make an announcement at the market later that day, announcing the winner of an old contest -- the artisan whose gift would be sent to the Queen of Celene. But since that wasn't happening yet, Ramon moved on to the library.
Ramon had spent considerable time in the Library of Delleb before his quest. It was an average-sized building, half fitted stone and half mottle and daub, with a plain shingled roof. Only a single hanging sign out front designated this as "Library - Delleb".
Inside, lanterns sat at reading tables, arranged before a high desk that guarded the half-door in a low wall separating the closed stacks from the general public. There were four people inside -- including Prefect Fabron, who was there waiting for him. Juliana Fabron, Prefect of Delleb and Head Archivist of the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues, was a woman in her mid-60s, still a good-looking woman despite her years, and a single braid of red and white lying outside of her headdress. The giant owl, Miriel, that served as one of the librarians was sitting on the low wall and watched Caltaran Ramon when he walked in.
There was no sign of Osane, the regular librarian who had helped Ramon in the past here. There were two other clerics reading in the reading room, one of them Ramon recognized as Ciro, the acolyte Vicent used to butt heads with often.
"Praise the gods for your rapid ascent, Caltaran Morris Nesmith Ramon Orfino," the Prefect said. She pushed up her spectacles on her nose and continued. "You will be allowed to do your own research in the private stacks of the library today. You are to research law and order, but what revelations you find, those are up to you and the will of the gods. I will remain here, if you have questions."
The Prefect then opened the door to the closed stacks area and allowed Caltaran Ramon, for the first time, unattended into them. There were several hundred books here, on a variety of topics, some of them looking quite old...
Ramon thanked Prefect Fabron and began introducing himself to the books in the library. He began with a simple task, seeking out a tome on the laws of the Viscounty. From there he would follow whatever topic took his fancy. And when that was exhausted, he intended to do some research into the ways in which St. Cuthbert and his priesthood had worked as forces of law and order in the Viscounty during dark times.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 3, 2015 11:58:13 GMT -6
Day 13, Turn 3 for Ramon:
Ramon spent the next four hours pouring over law books. There was much in here about the relationship of the Viscounty to the Archclericy of Veluna to the west. Much of Veluna's laws were considered legal precedent for Verbobonc, and Veluna's laws were themselves highly religious (being a theocracy and all). One of the points Ramon took away from this was that Verbobonc could only recognize deities that Veluna recognized, which brought to Ramon's mind issues of cults vs. organized religion, and the plurality of gods in the Flanaess, and how the church systems tended to isolate and separate them.
While searching, a scroll fell out of an old, dusty law book. It bore the instructions for casting a spell of curing light wounds -- and Ramon believed that if he read it out loud, it would work! Some of the handwriting looked somehow familiar, as if Ramon had seen it before at the Temple, and on the back of it read some hastily scrawled words: "Repent Alamilla repent".
Ramon thought the message on the back of the scroll might be a troubling clue. Ordinarily he would have recognized such a matter as one of Prefect Alamilla's private struggles. Though Ramon's own sympathies for St. Cuthbert taught him also that the purity of another's belief could be a matter of communal concern. So he slipped the scroll into his own belongings planning to reveal it as evidence of something if it seemed necessary. Then he headed back to the front of the library.
"Your time must have been very fruitful or not, as Delleb wills it," Prefect Fabron said. "Do you wish to speak of your investigations?"
"Indeed," Ramon answered. "I learned much of the theological laws of Veluna and, by extension, Verbobonc. It led to some fruitful reflections on the mysteries of what makes a cult and what makes an established faith."
Ramon shared some of those thoughts with the Prefect before he made some show of more carefully packing his things to ready for departure.
"Tell me, Prefect, do you know Prefect Alamilla well? Or his sister? So much of my meditation was focused on the question of law I naturally turned to thinking of Heirroneous and then it was easy to think of his followers. I have not had much opportunity to get to know our brother but do know he is a remarkable man, as his sister must be extraordinary as well."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 7, 2015 20:32:06 GMT -6
Day 13, Turn 3a for Ramon:
"The Alamillas?" Prefect Fabron answered. "I know their family has served the temple for three generations. Nidia, the older sister, has worked hard to become the paladin she is today. As for her brother Gaizka...he was blessed with rapid advancement, as you and Caltaran have recently experienced. But for what purpose has not yet been made clear. He was worked hard as a prefect for two years now, though, and perhaps that is just what the gods wished him to be.
"But it is interesting that your thoughts led you to Heironeous. We should follow up on that and have you take the test of Heironeous later today. You may have some free time first if you need it, or if you wished to stay here and study more for another hour or so, that would be fine as well."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 11, 2015 8:55:43 GMT -6
Day 13, Turn 4 for Ramon:
The Traders Market was packed when Ramon arrived, yet only one voice could be heard over the hushed audience. On a high platform, flanked by men in plate armor, stood a man in ceremonial platemail, his bare head revealing a lightly tanned face, closely-shaved beard, and short black hair.
"...But the one principle," the speaker was saying, "that I want us to remember every time we make a decision is that Verbobonc's power is not restricted just to our military actions, that we have a lot of tools in the toolkit, and that we have to try to solve problems without resort to military force, understanding that at the end of the day, there may be times where we have to act militarily, but we don’t do so as a first resort and we certainly don’t do so on the basis of political considerations. Because the sacrifices are too significant, and the stakes are too high. And I think the veterans in our midst can remind us of that each and every day."
From the whispering going on in front of Ramon, he gathered that this speaker, the Viscount himself, had been speaking about a recent ogre attack in the Kron Hills.
"But it is not distant menaces that bring us here today, but a celebration of beauty. As you all know, I tasked the good people of Verbobonc with crafting the perfect gift to send to Her Fey Majesty, the elf queen of Celene, and I marveled at the things of beauty that were sent to me for consideration, though I was never surprised by the creativity and ingenuity of our citizenry. The Weaver Guild presented a beautiful tapestry depicting the cooperation of the elves, gnomes and man in the early building of Verbobonc City. The Silversmiths created a chalice of intricate etching of the forest animals beneath the Elven Oak Father of the Gnarley. Many an independent craftsman submitted their works, but a single carving of wood stood above all the crafts presented. Carved from a single piece of delicate Ip Wood taken from a lightning sundered tree, is a box carved all over its surface, in intricate detail, with details suggesting many events in elven history.
"This work of art, this work of wood, has won supreme and been chosen to represent our people. It will remain on display in the courtyard of my castle, along with all the submitted art, and all will be welcome to come see it. It will remain there for ten days' time before being taken on its way to the elf lands to the south.
"And so, to all of you, I want to thank you very much for everything you’ve done." With that, fanfare marked the end of the speech, and the guards on the platform motioned for everyone to cheer, which they did.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 14, 2015 22:07:35 GMT -6
Day 13, Turn 5 for Ramon:
Ramon looked into the matter and managed to get to meet Michel Brisbois, Verbobonc's premiere woodcutter, but it was a short meeting. "I'm glad you like it," Michel, an unattractive man in his 40s said without sounding like he meant it. "Now I have to go make some more. Excuse me..." and he clearly wanted to leave the conversation.
This left Ramon free to return to the Temple for more training, unless there was more he wanted to get done first.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 16, 2015 11:07:20 GMT -6
Day 11 for Joaquim:
Joaquim returned to the Silver Consortium -- this time for training.
Joaquim's training began in a small office, filling out paperwork. It was explained to him that his training would cost 100 gold and would keep him busy for the next four days. It was stressed that he keep himself available for training at any time of day or night during the next four days and that, when away from this building, that the Consortium always be told where they could find him. A contract was signed and Joaquim was asked to pay at least half the sum up front.
His trainer would be Ekaitz Escamilla, who Joaquim already knew fairly well. Ekaitz had not only been helpful already, but was a good-looking, older man. Joaquim could imagine all kinds of things this man could teach him besides magic. Unfortunately, true to Joaquim's luck here in Verbobonc, he found he was rubbing yet another person the wrong way. At least it wasn't Joaquim's fault, but frustration with his lack of formal training.
"Now, how do you mix your magic inks? You've never mixed your own inks? Show me how you write a spell. Wait -- why are you holding the quill like that? Has no one ever showed you how to do this? *sigh* We'll have to spend the rest of the day just catching you up to where you should be!"
The highlights of the day were when Joaquim knew just what to do, and he had intuited it right on his own. "Your timing is impeccable for introducing the material components into the spell. The spell, of course, becomes a potential thing that remains near you as soon as you have prepared it. The words, the motions and gestures, these help give the potential spell its shape and direction. You determine where it is, so you can send it where it needs to go. When spells require the material component for activation, it's important to insert the material component into the spell matrix at just the right time and place. Later, when we do some field work on combat spells, we'll see how that key step can help you with visualizing trajectory and achieving an optimal area of effect."
Something that started out stressful, but turned into a highlight, was when Ekaitz would get impatient with Joaquim's somatic components. "No, no, no!" he'd say, then come around behind Joaquim, hold both of his hands, and guide him through the motions.
The first day proved strenuous. Ekaitz spent 10 hours with Joaquim, trying to get him caught up to where he needed to be for the next three days. "Possibly four, at the rate we're going," Ekaitz added grumpily.
Joaquim might have collapsed from hunger and fatigue if not for the breaks, and the remarkable unseen servants that brought them food and drink during those breaks. "It's a simple conjuration spell, really," Ekaitz explained. "You might learn it, someday."
Post by Ronny Serio on Sept 17, 2015 11:53:13 GMT -6
It was frustrating for Joaquim. Instead of being lauded for how much he had learned of magic completely on his own, he was left, again, to feel like an imbecile for his lack of formal training. He was quite certain that none of these pampered Vebobonc mages would have acquitted themselves so well in his circumstances. Take these unseen servants, for example. To use your magic on such trivial luxuries was incredibly foreign to Joaquim, who had need every ounce of his magic for pure survival. It was a bizarre contrast that he found difficulty adjusting to.
None the less, he was thrilled to finally be receiving proper schooling. That his instructor was handsome and compelling didn't hurt matters, but Joaquim found himself still longing a bit for the mystery of that Gaston fellow. Where ever did that man get to...
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 22, 2015 13:35:15 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 2 for Eder:
"Don't talk back to me!" Janvier said. "If I want someone to talk back to me, I'll hire someone else to do it!"
That was the last straw for Eder. As soon as he could, he left his current situation for the Business Quarter, and found his way to a high-gabled, three-story wooden building with an alder tree growing on either side of it. The building bore no sign, but there was a plaque next to the door that read "Hall of the Harvesters Heroes".
Eder reached up and used the knocker on the door. A minute later, a small shutter opened in the door and Eder saw an eye look across, then look down at him.
"Who has business with the Harvesters Heroes?" the man the eye belonged to asked. "An applicant? The Harvesters Heroes are interested in deeds, not words. What have you accomplished they would know you by?"
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 22, 2015 13:36:31 GMT -6
((From Darren:)) Eder dressed in his nice polished armor and carrying his nice polished weapons, says "my name is eder the dwarf. I hail from the lortmill mountains son of a blacksmith but decided that adventuring was my forte. I arrive here with the embassador Bunin and after escorting him here I was paid for the services. I have successfully been a guard in a caravan. I have already trained to the 2nd degree (level) of experience. Recently I helped rescued the orphans in the saint Cuthbert orphanage fire that happened a week ago. I have also been part of the investigation to stop the cult of the flaming eye. I understand I am still a novice with regards to the harvester standards but I am hard working, dedicated to stopping evil, and making a good reputation for myself and four your organization.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 22, 2015 13:37:32 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 2a for Eder:
The door opened and a dark-skinned mountain dwarf, a good half-foot taller than Eder, stepped off a stool and came out to talk to him. "Goot, goot -- not enough of our kind have ever tried to join 'dem! I am Frar of 'de Lortmils. I cannot join 'dem myself, for I serve a life debt to Kepa Aquino and must serve under him, instead of as his comrade-in-arms. I would rejoice to see another Dwur serve in my stead, though! Now, tell me, how do you intend to win your place in 'deir ranks? Trial by combat? Trial by skill? Test of bravery? Or work your way up from 'de bottom?"
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 22, 2015 21:12:37 GMT -6
Day 12, turn 12 for Joaquim:
If calculations made Joaquim feel comfortable, what Ekaitz told him over supper blew his mind.
Supper occurred back in the city at the Red Dona Inn. Joaquim had missed this place so far during his almost two weeks here. It was a curious place, made to look like a common inn...yet not quite. Everything was too...clean. The serving wenches were extra pretty and bossomy, the food was extra good, like roast turkey legs...the minstrel playing a lap harp in the corner, he sounded too good to be a wandering minstrel like he was dressed to appear. The man sitting in the shadows in the corner looked too conveniently placed. The whole placed seemed like an idealized inn made up for a play, or some game.
"Another place for the well-to-do to come and spend their money," Ekaitz explained. "Here, they can spend a silver piece for a copper beer and pretend they're dining like commoners. But I brought you here because it's never too busy, and we could use some privacy for this conversation. Because--" he paused and took a drink for dramatic effect, "--the spells you know are just the most basic, or regular version of those spells. Take Charm Person. You'll recall on the way here we were talking about how the target always knows what the spell was trying to make him do when the spell fails. But what if I told you there was a way to cast the spell so that the victim is never aware the spell was cast on him?
"It's called ritual magic. It's longer, requires greater and more expensive preparation, may require multiple casters, and may need to be cast under certain conditions. And it can only be attempted by specialists. That is the real topic we are going to go over tonight and tomorrow: if you are interested in specializing in a school of magic, or are capable of doing so."
Since Joaquim wasn't clear on the subject, Ekaitz explained about the schools of magic: abjuration, alteration, conjuration, divination, enchantment, evocation, illusion, and necromancy. "I'll be showing you how to use the Detect Magic spell to sense each school of magic. You'll get to know the feel of each one. We'll start with illusion magic. So, tomorrow, we'll be meeting with some gnomes."
Post by Ronny Serio on Sept 23, 2015 10:09:26 GMT -6
Gnomes. Joaquim had to hope that his toppling of Jaggers was not known or not frowned upon in the gnomish community. At least he spoke their language, that could probably garner some initial good will.
Joaquim was skeptical of Ekaitz's talk of ritual magic. Having to rely on other wizards to implement your spells was a poor fit for him, to put it lightly. Too many years spent counting on no one by Marcel and himself. If such a fellowship was required for specialization in one of these schools of magic, Joaquim was unlikely to pursue that option. Beside, specialization sounded very rigid. Maintaining the flexibility of the wide array of spells out there appealed to him more.
Post by dtspurrier on Sept 23, 2015 12:00:08 GMT -6
Eder smiles and says "good to see a fellow kindred but a life debt to this place. Did they save your life how did this happen? As far as those trials I will take all of them or work my way up from the bottom. I am tired of caravan work and bodyguard work. I seek dungeon delving and adventuring. "
Last Edit: Sept 23, 2015 15:59:41 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 24, 2015 8:44:27 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 2b for Eder:
Eder's new friend seemed hesitant to speak. "I cannot tell yoo all 'de details of how I came to my life debt. 'Dere are places in 'de Lortmils a hill dwarf such as yourself may not know of -- no offense. But Kepa happened to be in 'de right place at 'de right time to come to my aid when I was about to be overwhelmed by Eigers.
"Now, since you have chosen to begin with trial by combat, we can discuss 'de particulars of how you wish for it to happen. You may choose 'de time and place of our clash in arms. De only rules are 'dat it cannot be lethal combat, it must be only hand-to-hand combat, and we cannot break 'de rules of 'de city -- so no fighting here in 'de open street, someone else's shop or home without 'deir permission, and so on."
Post by dtspurrier on Sept 24, 2015 12:51:26 GMT -6
Eder says " well we can fight right now unless yer busy. Unless you want a test of skill or bravery. I am open either way. Even if their is a beginner dungeon or lower skill mission that needs to be done. I am the dwur for the job. "
Last Edit: Sept 24, 2015 12:52:12 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 28, 2015 11:38:50 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 2 for Ramon:
Ramon's wanderings of the city had taken him west, as far as the Business Quarter. Was he inwardly eager to report for duty to the Harvester's Heroes? Would doing so ever interfere with his priestly functions?
It was nearly noon and, while he pondered these things, Ramon noticed an old crone of a woman being almost shoved out of the front door of Benoite's Waxworks. The woman, who walked with a pair of canes, stumbled in the muddy slush outside the unusually tall, three-story shop and almost fell. The brutes who tossed her out said not a word, but turned to go back inside.
"I'm telling you, the likeness is all wrong!" the old crone said with a feeble cry to men who were not listening to her anymore.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 28, 2015 13:48:19 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 4 for Axen, (Guarin):
The Molten Spigot Tavern was a welcome sight to a halfling who had been away for what had only been a week, but felt like a whole year! The old lady at the front door gave him a dirty look -- but let him pass this time without pestering him. The Molten Spigot was as rustic-feeling as the taverns in Penwich, giving this stop a nice sense of continuity with the quest and hopefully easing Guarin back into city life.
They were enjoying pints of ale when someone had to push her way in past the old lady's stick at the door. Axen's heart leapt when he thought it might be a fellow halfling -- what a rare sight! But instead it was a young woman petite in size, or a human girl (always awkward when it turned out to be one of those).
"Please, can someone help my father? He's not waking up!" the girl called out.
Guarin was distracted, talking to a farmer at the table next to theirs. "Fights in the evening, you say? Is there betting? How big does the pot usually get?"