Post by scottenkainen on Feb 10, 2016 22:09:32 GMT -6
Day 16, turn 4a for Ramon:
High Priest Lefurgy did not need long to consider Ramon's requests. "Will a force of 80 soldiers and 8 healers be enough to cordon off the manor?"
Even Cloutier seemed surprised by this, but Lefurgy countered his surprised look with: "This can be no half-hearted measure, but a final push to squash the Flaming Eye. And you, Ramon, must now realize that I cannot commit a force of this size to the assault in total secrecy. The more manpower you want, the more you risk losing the element of surprise. The choice there will be yours, not mine.
"As for your last request...there are items in our armory that it might be prudent to lend you. I will even tell you what you may have. There is an enchanted mace, a magic shield, magic armor, a spell scroll, and a potion that you may choose from. You may have more than one item -- but for that you must prove yourself especially worthy. For two items, you must bring us 10 new converts before the assault. For three items, you must convince others to donate 1,000 gold to our church."
"What size of force could be made available with an hour's notice?" Ramon asked. "To preserve the secrecy."
"Time is short but I will do what I can to earn the second or even third item. May I ask a question? Who in the city numbers among our most prosperous parishioners?"
Ramon took those answers and then sought out Ciro. That man seemed eager to help him with a request. When he found the lesser priest Ramon said, "Ciro. I do need your help with something. I am sure a list of petrified victims has been compiled? It has? Good. The time has come for something to be done about their fate. Will you bring me the list and anything we know about the unfortunate souls families?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 11, 2016 10:17:45 GMT -6
Marcel was content to leave the incident at the gate behind him and move on to more pressing matters.
"It's about Ryemend," he told Curro. "I've heard the last trip in didn't end well, but I want to make another go at it. Tomorrow. The time has come to strike back hard at the cult. They've had free reign to terrorize this city for too long now. I came by to make sure we were all on the same page and see if the Temple wanted to devote any additional resources. The first strike force the Temple put together had a lot of good fighting men in it. I wouldn't mind having those boys at my back again."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 11, 2016 12:59:30 GMT -6
Day 16, turn 7 for Marcel:
Curro helped Marcel find Gutxi Azarola, and Marcel was able to discuss the matter more with the aged sub-deacon.
"I'm familiar with the rosters of both of the earlier expeditions," Gutxi said. "Of them, we can contact the following quickly: Semeragin, Gautier, Cahir, Ibai -- and two you might not know from the second expedition, our clerics, Laetitia and Ricarda."
Marcel recalled that Ibai had pledged himself to Marcel as a henchmen, but then had dropped out of contact 11 days ago. He also knew that Galiren was not on that list. Marcel had not seen him for just as long, since they went gambling together at the Bronze Unicorn.
"Galiren dropped out of contact with us nine days ago," Gutxi said. "We have no idea what became of him. We also don't know how to contact the Daniel you recruited yourself," he added, referring to the unimpressive thief.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 12, 2016 16:18:16 GMT -6
Day 16, turn 5 for Ramon:
"With an hour's notice?" Lefurgy asked Ramon, to be clear. "Maybe 10 fighters and 2 clerics. Bear in mind that there are logistics to mobilizing too many men...patrols that will need to be rescheduled, tasks reassigned. If the prefects, paladins, and the army lieutenants could at least have eight hours notice in advance, then maybe we could mobilize more men faster.
"As for our most prosperous parishioners...the Viscount himself rarely appears here, but he financially supports this temple. Lady Gema and Baronet Martzel Zavala. Maurice Elizondo, the head of the Bank of Zilchus. Fedur Rubio, the most prominent moneylender outside the bank. Of course, Mayor Harman..."
If Ramon had enough names, he headed out and talked to Ciro.
"Of course! There's such a list in the vestry. I'll fetch it for you..."
It was a solemn list. Rudar Dimble, Aron and Meleny Tobias, Victor the Bladesmith, Calista the Tailor, Fajra the Weaver...
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 15, 2016 14:04:27 GMT -6
Day 16, turn 6 for Ramon:
Ramon had a plan. It was an ambitious plan, but required gaining an audience with the Viscount himself. Ramon had never even been in the castle and feared for his chances at gaining entry, alone. His first thought was to bring Clybe along. Clybe always seemed like a more charismatic person to him. But Clybe turned out to be on a mission for his training and was unavailable. Ramon thought of recruiting one of the paladins, but their duties were too important to keep them away for long. That was when he got the idea to ask for a letter of introduction.
And Ramon lucked out. He tried to get letters of introduction from the top first, which meant asking to see the Highest Priest, Evaristo. This, Ramon was denied -- but he did get to see High Priest Lefurgy, the temple's second-in-command again. Lefurgy seemed happy to write the letter for Ramon.
And so, Ramon found himself at the neighboring castle, a short while later, showing his letter of introduction to the sergeant of the gate. He was suitably impressed, and Ramon was shown inside. The courtyard was full of soldiers, either idly polishing their weapons, coming back in from archery practice in the bailey, or riding out on horseback. The sergeant saluted to a man he called the bailiff, and handed over the letter.
"Indeed," the bailiff said without looking up. The bailiff looked like a tough man, possibly a fierce fighter, but he spoke in a calm manner. "I am Bailiff Holguin and, if this letter is authentic, then you need to talk to someone above me. Come this way."
And, with that, Ramon was led up a ramp, over a short drawbridge, and to the main doors of the castle at the end of a short hallway under murder holes, and watched from arrow slits. Past the doors was a north-south hallway and an archway across from him that led into a large audience chamber.
The audience chamber was being swept by servants, and women were washing clothes in buckets. A slight, almost baby-faced man in black, fine clothes was supervising and this man Baliff Holguin approached. "Ramon Orfino, this is Steward Ramirez. He is the last door between you and Viscount Langard. Good day, gentlemen." The bailiff left, but as he did so, two soldiers stepped in to take his place and stood at attention by the front entrance.
"Welcome, curate of our neighboring temple," Ramirez said, after reading the letter. "This is all very impressively written, but I doubt there is nothing that needs to be said to the Viscount that cannot come to him through me. Speak your will, Curate Orfino."
"It is my pleasure to meet you Steward Ramirez. And I hope you will look kindly upon my use of your time. I am a simple priest who would have been content to remain pastor to a humble flock but these trying times have demanded much of me," Ramon hesitated, briefly overcome with nerves.
"Please continue, Curate," Ramirez said.
"I know that I have little to offer but my faith and my life. But I have been inspired to seek something from the his lordship the Viscount. As he well knows, his people are scared and suffering. They wrongly fear themselves at the mercy of the wolves, not recognizing that their shepherd continues to watch over them. I would like to propose the Viscount make a grand gesture, to show the people of Verbobonc a sign of his caring and to show those who threaten the City that we will not let them tear us apart."
Ramirez waited. Ramon took a breath.
"The victims of the black dragon's attack. Their remains have become an impromptu shrine to those of the city who seek solace. The Temple would like to transform it into a place of honor and remembrance, a source of unity against the forces of Chaos. Even more, a sign of the shared commitment of the Viscount and the Church to protect the people. I have been sent to ask the Viscount if he would generously create a garden and memorial of the statues. He has the resources to allow the site to be sanctified, remodeled, and cared for in perpetuity. His role in this would, naturally be honored. Depending on the design, something would have to be done to show the people their Lord's beneficence."
Ramon had spent some of his time training to be a Curate working on his oratorical skills. It was hard to say if that training had been successful.
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 16, 2016 14:18:35 GMT -6
"I don't know those clerics, but I'll take all the divine aid I can get," Marcel told Gutxi. "If any of those boys from my crew can be ready come morning, I'd love to have them on board. In fact, if you know where to find them, I don't mind rounding them up myself."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 16, 2016 16:50:53 GMT -6
Day 16, turn 7a for Marcel:
Gutxi told Marcel that all the members of the first two expeditions would be contacted, if possible, but that Marcel could help. Gutxi happened to have a list handy and read off where to find the boardinghouse of Semeragin at the Bronze Unicorn Inn...
((Marcel will be heading to the Foreign Quarter next!))
"Good sir, may the gods bless you for your service to them and the Viscount. I know you are so very busy. But I have only had the opportunity to sketch out the barest of notions of the Church's plan. As one of the Curates tasked with facing the Cult directly by the Church Hierarchs, I would be honored to present this plan directly to the Viscount. If he will see a humble priest," Ramon said.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 18, 2016 15:05:14 GMT -6
Day 16, Turns 7-8 for Ramon:
Steward Ramirez had perked up at the mention of the cult. "Tasked with facing the Cult directly?" Ramirez asked. "Why did you not say so directly? The Viscount will wish to talk to you today. Wait here."
So Ramon waited in the audience chamber for 30 minutes, with two guards, and various servants bustling in and out, until finally more guards start to file in and stand at attention. Then some courtiers entered and, between them -- entering without any fanfare -- was a handsome man with elvish features, tan skin, wearing a ceremonial breastplate and a purple cloak. A jeweled scabbard and sword hilt hung at his side. It only took Ramon a moment to identify this man as Viscount Langard.
"Curate, welcome to Castle Ukabilaren," Viscount Langard said. "Do you know the history of that name? It's Noniz for 'river-town'. Ukabilaren almost became the name of our city, but the city founders opted for the Flan words for 'river-town'. We've grown into a prosperous city at the heart of an important viscounty, but we'll still always just be a river-town," Langard said with a grin, as if amused by his own history lesson.
Langard purposely avoided sitting in the throne and made his courtiers walk around the chamber with him. "Several weeks ago, I announced a plan for security alertness that addressed what increasingly the Verbobonc people understand as one of our greatest challenges -- coordinating military responses in the event of an attack on the city.
"Our viscounty's open borders have brought incredible opportunity, incredible wealth. It gives us access to commerce and information from various cultures and kingdoms around the Flanaess that are enhancing our lives in all sorts of ways. It also means that more and more people can come to our city and learn ways of exploiting our lifestyle and routines. That's a consequence that leaves us a lot more vulnerable. It's always been That’s always been true for the private sector. That’s true for the individuals of Verbobonc. That's true at every level of government. It’s true for our critical infrastructure and our social services -- like the orphanage.
"And as I indicated when I announced this plan, right now we are not as well organized as we need to be to make sure that we’re dealing with all these threats in an effective way. We’ve made some enormous progress since I came into power, chipping away at the problem, trying to upgrade the way we do things, trying to patch over certain security vulnerabilities.
"But what I’ve indicated is, even as we are vigilant and constantly trying to improve the security of systems that we currently have, and even as we set up frameworks for cooperation with the private sector where there are particular vulnerabilities, this is going to be a big agenda, a long-term agenda that is extremely complicated, extremely technical, and is going to require us to overhaul a bunch of legacy systems that are already in place.
"And for that reason, part of this plan will require a bipartisan commission whose task will be, not to generate some fat report that collects dust, but in a timely way focus on what are the long-term challenges that we face, what are the systems that we need to build, in order to respond to threats like the Cult of the Flaming Eye. Curate, your temple -- so responsible for overseeing the Church's Army -- will need a significant role on that commission. Perhaps your church elders will even choose you to serve.
"But, in the meanwhile, I advise caution. Trying to change too much, too quickly, in response to the attacks of this cult, merely feeds into fearing them, and achieves the very objective they seek. This commission will work out a detailed response to the threat they pose and have it ready later this year.
"So we’re very excited about your participation. We’re confident that this is going to be the kind of product that is of great importance to everybody. And this is not an ideological issue that should divide Verbobonc. This is something that everybody has got an interest in getting right. And I want to just thank you for the outstanding work you do."
Ramon looked at the Steward somewhat uncertain. Ramon suspected what the Viscount had said had been far too smart for him to understand. But he did tried to bring the man to a more concrete discussion of the matter at hand.
"It is an honor to meet you, milord Viscount. I am confident that the gods will grant us all the wisdom and patience to cooperate. One clear token of that cooperation could be the building of a joint memorial to the victims of the dracolisk's attack. I'm sure if you were willing to commit a significant contribution we could bring along many of the city's leading citizens as well."
"Perhaps if you approve I can take up the particulars with the Steward?" Ramon was bold enough to prompt.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 22, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 1 for Caltaran:
It was Flocktime the 17th, a Waterday morning, and the first bell rang to start the day (at 7 am). The curates all rose and joined the rest of the clergy in ceremony, prayer, song, and asking for spells from the deities they revered.
Caltaran was noticeably quiet that morning, overcome with a sort of dread anticipation of the expedition under Ryemend later today. Caltaran would not be in charge this time, but would he still feel responsible if anyone died? Nydia's death still weighed heavily on him.
More shocking, when Caltaran asked the deities for spells -- he was denied a spell of the 2nd levels of miracles! The gods were angry or disappointed in him again!
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 22, 2016 13:29:15 GMT -6
Day 16, Turns 8a for Ramon:
"Hmm," Viscount Langard had said, clearly mulling Ramon's proposal over. "I think that's a good idea. I cannot see a down side to doing this for the people of Verbobonc. Ramirez, make sure 100 gold can be budgeted for this project. Curate Orfino, can I put you in charge of a committee to supervise the construction of this monument? Now I'll leave the particulars to you and Ramirez to work out."
The viscount left with most of his couriers in tow. The steward turned and looked at Ramon now as if noticing he was important for the first time.
"There is little we can do right this moment," Ramirez said. "I have some other business to attend to before I can clear this with the treasury. Still...it looks like you will have your committee. I can allocate you a scribe to take official notes and book you an appointment with the royal engineer. Will tomorrow be too soon?"
"Tomorrow will be too soon. But I can meet with the scribe and engineer the day after tomorrow. Perhaps, Steward Ramirez, you can recommend other city leaders who would be willing to join in supporting this venture?"
Ramon would make appointments with Ramirez and then say his farewells and return to the Temple to report the good news. Then he would see what to do next.
Post by dtspurrier on Feb 22, 2016 19:22:22 GMT -6
Realizing that there was failure still deemed on caltaran he thinks that if redemption in the ryemond dungeon can be accomplished then perhaps he can be forgiven. He stretches and practices the excersises her learned from rain and gets ready for the raid. He dresses and says his prayers. He then has breakfast in the common room and will then meet the others in the courtyard of the cathederal and theb head to the dungeon.
1st: cure light wounds x5
2nd level: hold person Silence 15 radius
Last Edit: Feb 23, 2016 15:37:10 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 23, 2016 14:23:57 GMT -6
Day 16, turn 10 for Ramon, Ximo:
It seemed like it took forever to reach the center of the city for Ximo today. But now he was here, had been detained and questioned at the gates to the Inner Bailey, and now was finally free to reach the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues.
Ramon had returned to the temple to thank the gods for his success with the Viscount. Steward Ramirez's advice still rung in his ears: "Seek out the mayor next. His approval is almost a sure thing if the Viscount supports this, but it would turn more people to your favor to know the mayor was on board."
And that was when Ramon learned that "Ximo the Humble" was here to see him.
((Forgive the shift in narrative perspective, please.))
The priest was dressed in simple robes with a prominent holy symbol hanging on his neck. A simple rope belt cinched his robe and he moved through the cathedral quickly but not hurriedly. There were too many people gathered there whom he knew. He greeted each of the various clergy and laypeople with a kind word, a clasp of the hand, or a squeeze of the shoulder as he made his way across the nave to where a portly man in different robes and without the holy symbol leaned against a column in one of the side chapels. The other fellow had a staff that he had carelessly leaned against the column beside him.
The portly man jerked awake when the priest addressed him, "Ximo the Humble? I am Ramon. I assume you are here because Marcel and Joaquim sent you?"
"What?" Ximo answered. "Those twins? No, they didn't send me. I am sent by no man. I came seeking you on my own important business. Though they have told me of your plans."
"Twins?" Ramon asked, a bit confused. "Yes. Let us go somewhere more discreet to speak."
"Sure," Ximo agreed. "Is there any chance of a bite to eat, perhaps from your kitchens? I have not eaten since I am not sure when."
Ramon and Ximo fell into step together and Ramon guided them through the temple, allowing Ximo to get a pear before leading him to a private cell where they could talk. Both men seemed strangely like brothers as they moved together and walked in an oddly companionable silence.
"Now," Ramon said once they were seated, Ximo on a stool and Ramon on the cot. "What is your business and how can I help?"
Ximo took his staff and laid it across his knees. He tossed his pear core into the rushes in the corner and leaned forward toward Ramon like he might embrace him. But then he wiped the pear's juices on the cot's blanket and sat back again.
"Before I answer that, priest, answer me a question. Joaquim says you're a good fellow, trustworthy and all that. So I'll take a chance on you. Are you able to get your gods to give you the power to divine if a man is still under a charm spell? Let's just say I'm asking for a friend for now."
Ramon had nodded even as Ximo asked. "Yes. I can do that. Do you have a friend who you fear is not himself?"
Ximo smiled, "Yes. That is the case. This friend of mine has been imprisoned by the Silver Consortium and I think he may be under a charm spell. He has served the Cult but I doubt if he is doing so of his own free will. Would you be able to come with me to help him?"
"I would be happy to help but today I have not requested Delleb grant me that ability to divine. Tomorrow is also no good, I have plans to go with Joaquim and Marcel into Ryemend. Is your friend in mortal danger? Do you think this charm will lead him to do anything rash that might get him killed?"
Ximo thought for a moment. "I think he will be safe. Besides, today is no good for me. And tomorrow only marginally better. Could you do it day after tomorrow?"
Ramon smiled. "Of course, if you think he will be alright until then. Should I meet you at the Consortium?"
Ximo rose, "Yes. As early as you can on that day. Ummm, will there be any donation necessary?"
Ramon rose as well, "If the spirit moves you to show your gratitude for Delleb's true knowledge..."
"Yes. Alright. Until two mornings hence," Ximo raised his hood and returned his face into shadow. Then he set off down the hall at a brisk pace. He reached the end of the hall, hesitated, started one way, then turned back the other and continued at his original brisk pace, his staff thumping down on the stone floor.
"Oh, wait," Ramon said. "I wanted to ask you about my thing..."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 24, 2016 10:23:55 GMT -6
Day 17, turns 2-3 for Caltaran, Semeragin, Ramon, Joaquim, Marcel, Axen, Clybe, (Koldo, Gautier, Cahir, Ibai, Laetitia):
Caltaran, Ramon, and Laetitia had already been there at the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues and were waiting.
Marcel and Joaquim brought Semeragin with them.
Gautier, Cahir, and Ibai showed up in individually, spaced minutes apart.
"Marcel!" Ibai called out. "I'd wondered what had become of you! I'm ready to follow your lead once again."
Of the Harvester's Heroes, only Daphne and the henchman Koldo and Frar came.
"Hello, Ramon," Daphne said, singling him out. "Sorry we are not more," she continued, "but the Harvesters are split on purposes. Fortunato and Gratien are united on staking out Dieg Manor. Kepa and Jean-Marie have undertaken the Viscount's special mission. I hope we will be enough. It looks like you do not hurt for numbers."
Indeed, their forces now numbered 12 -- and two more showed up, Axen and Clybe.
Clybe had cleaned and sobered up the halfling hero and offered to buy him replacement arms and armor.
"Before you go," Clybe said, "I think Axen has earned the right to ask your help on a different matter, if anyone can be spared for it."
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 24, 2016 10:47:11 GMT -6
Marcel surveyed his troops and was pleased. "Alright, boys and girls, we've assembled a strong team today. A lot of you have experience in those ruins, and those that don't have faced down similar challenges and lived to tell the tale."
"Overwhelming force is the plan. We hit them hard and fast. We know there are goblins down there and they've got some wolves they keep as guardians. No one's seen what's past that, but best assume it gets tougher. I'm certain that it's nothing we can't handle."
"Lets head on out. If anybody has questions, ask them on the way."
Marcel himself had a few questions regarding what skills Daphne and Frar brought to the table.
Ramon greeted Daphne pleasantly, "I understand. This is, after all, not the main event. We all find ourselves pulled in different directions. Let me introduce you and the others to Marcel, our commander on this mission."
Ramon led them through the convoy to walk with Marcel at the front.
"Marcel...Joaquim, this is Daphne, Koldo, and Frar from the Harvester's Heroes. Daphne is a skilled warrior and Koldo is as well, both of them were invaluable in the expedition to Avella. Frar I have not had the honor to serve with but am happy to let him introduce himself."
((Spells prayed for Day 17: Bless, Cure Light Wounds x3, Protection from Evil; Find Traps, Chant))
Post by dtspurrier on Feb 24, 2016 15:37:45 GMT -6
Caltaran says "good to see you again Marcel , Joaquim and Semer. Everyone this is Laetitia one of the temples adept and she and Semer both fought honorably and bravely in the last excursion to the Ryemond dungeon. I have not had the pleasure of adventuring with the Harvester Heroes but your reputation is well known. Although I am surprised that the magic-user Ximo is not here to come with us. Hello Clybe I hope the rest of your training went well. Axen I met you briefly in the bronze dragon a week ago and it is nice to meet you."
Semer comes over and shakes Caltaran and Laetitia hands and says, "greeting to all of you my name is Semer. " Semer then suggests "Marcel perhaps a we can ask for either Curate Ramon or Curate Caltaran to say a prayer before we head out wishing us good luck, fortune, and safety."
spells prepped: 1st: cure light wounds x5
2nd level: hold person
Silence 15 radius
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2016 15:46:34 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Ramon had fallen in with Koldo to see how he had fared since their rescue of the Heroes, "Good to have you at my side again, Koldo."
He then agreed to lead any who were interested in a prayer to the Gods of the Heavenly Virtues.
"Delleb, grant us sight as we go down into the darkness to seek truth; Rao, give us peace in our hearts and minds that we might find justice in the depths; Zilchus, give to each according to his effort and take from our enemies according to their wickedness; Hieronneous, guide our swords with the valor and honor you have displayed so freely in this world; and St. Cuthbert, may we knock sense into the foolish who would oppose our mission. Amen."
Ramon then turned back to Marcel, "Have you given thought to how we will arrange ourselves in the dungeon? You have been down there. Is it going to be tight for the size of our party? And do we have enough light sources among us? Perhaps we should have someone hurry ahead and buy torches and lanterns."
"That man is staring at you," Alfbern said, smirking.
Saskia turned her head and looked at the man that her brother had indicated. He was a not unimpressive figure. Tall and broad. Handsome, for a lowlander. He wore a sword and had the look of man who knew how to use it. Interesting. The man broke his gaze away, talking to the smaller man beside him instead. Perhaps Saskia would find her admirer later, but for now, there were more important matters to attend to.
As she led the way up the hill, Saskia had to admit that the castle and cathedral, sitting side by side at its top, made an impression. It must have taken the lowlander's slaves a long time to build the structures. The castle looked like it would provide a formidable defense against assault, but it was the temple that held her interest. Intricate designs and carvings adorned its outside. She recognized depictions of Rao from among them, but the others were unknown to her. The god of Peace being celebrated next to a military stronghold. A confusing message.
In front of the temple there was a low wooden fence surrounding a group of statues. The statues were all of people, clustered together, but not evenly spaced. It was an unusual arrangement, almost as if they were placed at random. Each was intricately carved, heads turned to the sky, terror plain upon their faces. The serving woman had mentioned knights being turned to stone by the dragon. Perhaps these were more of the creature's victims.
The fence was only a couple feet high, so Saskia stepped over it and approached the statues, taking care to not trod on the flowers which had been laid out all around the enclosed area. She moved close to the nearest statue, inspecting it. The detail was exquisite, she'd never seen anything like it.
Saskia turned to speak to Alfbern. "The statues were either carved by the finest stoneworker on Oerth, or these people were petrified by the dragon's magic." She looked back to the statue, intent on its face. It was an old man, the wrinkles of time clearly visible on his visage. "The dragon is real, brother."
"And you wanted to kill Flatlanders," Alfbern chided his sister gently. "We should go back and apologize to that girl at the tavern. I'm sure she'd appreciate the gesture."
Saskia just stared at her brother flatly.
"So now what? What is your plan with this dragon? If you want me to kill it we are probably going to need more people. I suppose we could try to sneak up on it in its den, like hunting an owlbear. But remember how many men that owlbear took three winters ago? I imagine," he looked pointedly at the statues, "I know a dragon would take even more."
Alfbern was studying a small girl and a woman who had been turned to stone with the others. The woman's mouth hung open in a silent and permanent scream and her hands were raised up in fright beside her face. The girl was hiding behind her mother's skirts, the folds perfectly rendered, but her eyes peeked out in fright. The both of them were one perfect statue. Alfbern swallowed a lump of sadness before standing up and looking around the huge stone-walled pen the Flatlanders had built for themselves.
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 24, 2016 22:33:40 GMT -6
"The passages were wide enough, in general," Marcel said to Ramon. "We can go side-by-side most of the time. Axen and I will be up front. From what I remember with that business at the blacksmith's shop, he's a fierce fighter. You and Caltaran come second. Semer and Daphne behind you. Then Frar and Koldo. Joaquim in the fifth rank, with Laetitia beside him. Cahir and Gautier watching his back. Clybe and Ibai can take rear guard."
Marcel gathered Cahir, Gautier and Ibai around. "You three need to make sure Joaquim stays safe. He's going to be the only one in here without a suit of armor on. Protect him." Joaquim overhead and unleashed an epic eye roll, but said nothing.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 25, 2016 9:46:05 GMT -6
Day 17, turns 2-3 for Caltaran, Semeragin, Ramon, Joaquim, Marcel, Axen, Clybe, (Koldo, Gautier, Cahir, Ibai, Laetitia):
As the assembled adventurers spoke and wait for Axen to share what was on his mind, it became clear that there was a lot of duplication of skill sets here. Everyone other than Joaquim was a cleric or fighter, and no one possessed what they called "thief skills" back in Greyhawk. Of course, as useless as Daniel had been on the last expedition, perhaps not having a thief wasn't such a big deal.
"I bought fresh torches," Koldo said. "I remember how dark those caves and rooms were under the Tor Fens."
"We don't want too much light," Cahir said. "If there are more goblins, they will see the light coming."
"Then we'll just have to hit them faster so it won't matter," Ibai said.
"I can bring a hooded lantern," Laetitia said. "Control how much light we show."
"I have prayed for Delleb to grant me the ability to see traps. That won't help us remove them and it will only last for about half an hour," Ramon said. "But it is something we can use, at least temporarily."
He nodded at the discussion about light sources. "I think a couple lanterns would be best, with hoods. I expect these goblins see in the dark so while they may see us coming we only give them the advantage in a fight if we hold back our light."
Axen still had a headache, but he cleared his throat. "There is a major opium ring in Verbobonc that has been thriving in the past month or two. I have personally witnessed a father lost in an opium haze, leaving his daughter unattended. I found one of the large opium dens in the city as well. This stuff destroys families and lives and I think it would be a boon to the city to get rid of these opium dealers. I would like to do something about it, as directly or indirectly as possible. However, it sounds like many of you are preparing for a different mission that I know very little about. I would be glad to help you out with your excursion first, however."