Post by scottenkainen on May 1, 2014 8:33:02 GMT -6
Turn 37 for Ramon, Joaquim, Axen, and Clybe:
The four adventurers, plus their new comrade Koldo, made their way back to the Temple of the One True Path. Adept Ortzi waited on the front steps for them.
"I almost had no answer at all for you," Ortzi said. "Father Edorta was enraged to hear Trithereon grouped with evil deities in the riddle and raged about it for a while. But, when he calmed down, he said he was certain that the part about 'Trithereon's summons' referred to The Summoner's three animal servants: Nemoud the Hound, Harrus the Falcon, and Ca'Rolk the Sea Lizard. He also thinks it is significant that Hextor is normally associated with red arrows in clusters of six. But, beyond this, we cannot puzzle out the riddle's full meaning."
When they had a moment alone, Axen spoke up. "You know, the Sage's offer seems more tempting now. I have no idea where to go from here. Could we perhaps pool together the 80 gold for his fee? I'm willing to ante up 20 gold."
Clybe nodded. "I agree with Axen. I think the White Sage might be our best hope. We could share the tidbits we've learned here with him to aid him in piecing together the riddle. I'm willing to ante up 20 gold for this." Clybe believed that there would be great rewards for getting to the bottom of this mess, but he had not a clue as to what to do next.
Ramon thanked Adept Ortzi heartily for his assistance, he also asked "Are all your superiors so violent tempered? Seems a hazardous way to serve your deity, no offense intended."
Once the make-shift party was speaking privately once again, "I feel pretty confident that we've solved most of the riddle. It sounds like a set of directions. My guess is the starting point is Penwich. And from there we follow these clues. And I do not have 20 gold to offer for this service."
Post by Ronny Serio on May 1, 2014 10:37:05 GMT -6
"It's quite likely that some of these clues will only make sense in context. Still, there is probably more we can figure out. The end of the riddle references a sum that is not a number. That seems like something that may be important to decipher ahead of time."
Ramon thought for a moment, "Perhaps a priest of Zilchus? Their Holy Accountants seem pretty astute about numbers. Just no one tell them the White Sage is asking for 80 gold. Then they're price would probably be 79 gold, 19 silver."
Post by scottenkainen on May 1, 2014 12:42:25 GMT -6
Turn 37c for Ramon, Joaquim, Axen, and Clybe:
They had 42 gold put up already for the sage. They still had time to see this resolved before dinner -- they could either go there and see what the sage would do for them for 42 gold, or they could return to the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues and see what knowledge from Zilchus would reveal.
Post by Ronny Serio on May 1, 2014 13:42:38 GMT -6
"Even if we were to do business with the sage, he needs a day or two to conduct his research. So we have time to see what we can get ourselves before deciding whether or not to utilize his talents. The Zilchite connection seems thin, but possible. Is there a library in this city for the public? Such a thing would be convenient right now."
"The answer to both our wishes might be found in the same place. Zilchus and Delleb are both part of the Temple of Heavenly Virtues. While Delleb's library may not be open to the public, I'm sure Clybe and me could get you in. And, of course, we could also consult with one of the more devoted followers of Zilchus."
Axen shrugged and went along with the group. He thought it made more sense to just pay the Sage to solve the problems than waste a day running around getting clues from temples, but he was, after all, hanging out with clerics. Axen's philosophy was that money comes and money goes and it's far better to spend a day looking for adventure and helping out people in trouble than hanging out in dusty rooms with odd people.
Post by scottenkainen on May 22, 2014 14:14:45 GMT -6
Turn 50 for Joaquim:
Joaquim was walking to Ryemend with Officer Reyes Silva and trying to make a useful contact here.
"My father taught me to fight six years ago," Reyes said, as Joaquim got her talking. "There was once a time when women could not even become full officers in the Viscount's service, but that has all changed under Viscount Langard. I aim to become a sergeant next, but won't make that on escort duty..." she said bitterly.
They were rounding Truke Street when some men (merchants, by their garb, Joaquim guessed) ran past them. "A magic staff!" one of them exclaimed.
Post by Ronny Serio on May 23, 2014 2:02:11 GMT -6
While he had to admit to mild curiosity, Joaquim didn't want to press his luck with Silva. Beside, leaving his friend to rot in a jail cell while he ran off to watch some merchants gawk and squabble seemed like it would be in poor taste. As they moved on, he attempted to keep his escort talking. "I must confess to knowing little about Viscount Langard. I'd be curious to hear your impressions."
Post by bobdruschitz on Jun 3, 2014 15:02:57 GMT -6
"Sounds like a plan, after this next alley. We should go and look for an inn that caters to mercenary types or caravan guards. We can send a runner to talk to Malotek into meeting us as well. I have a plan that I wouldn't mind informing you of later, it's just I'm afraid of open ears and prying eyes." Remarked Tain.
Post by scottenkainen on Jun 3, 2014 17:55:17 GMT -6
Turn 56 for Tain, Caltaran:
It turned out there were no more alleys on Tempest Street. There was one spot where the street widened, in front of a boarded-up building recessed from the rest of the storefronts, with a public well in front of it.
Caltaran kept an eye out for street urchins as they left Tempest Street to look for an inn.
The closest inn was Lamarca's. The preeminent inn of the Dawn Quarter, Lamarca's Inn was said to be the only one nobility would visit, It was the newest inn, square in shape, with a high-gabled, shingled roof and gothic styling, and the whole building painted white. Plum trees, older than the inn, overflowed the compound’s privacy wall. The front gate was engraved finely with a dragon flying through clouds.
Though Tain and Caltaran were free to enter, they were filthy and stinky from trudging through Tempest Street and its alleys.
Caltaran spotted a street urchin. "I'll find who you need," the grubby boy said, "but I want a silver piece for it!"
Post by bobdruschitz on Jun 3, 2014 18:05:56 GMT -6
"If you bring 'em to me personally, you'll get two silver." Tain held up two coins as he spoke for Calatran. "But not until then. We'll be finding another inn to frequent. Find us at the Bronze Unicorn." Tain had heard that caravan's had hired from there before, and it would allow them the time to stamp the mud from their boots. Their anchovies were the best as well, Tain had eaten them for lunch in the past. No one he knew had even gotten sick eating there, and as much as Lamarca's Inn sounded interesting, tracking new mud in wouldn't get them any favors.
Caltaran seeing the arrangement made with the urchin made sense and as the kid took off he says to Tain. "Tain i agree no sense tracking mud in this place. By the time we make it too the Bronze Unicorn the mud should clear up. Maybe we can find a place on the way to at least clean our boots. I heard rumors that the anchovies at the Unicorn are the best. Oh the first round of drinks are on me.Let's head to the Unicorn."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 6, 2014 15:58:22 GMT -6
Turn 95 for Joaquim:
Joaquim walked alone to the northeast and, following the directions the girls had given him, to Lamarca's Inn in the Dawn Quarter. It was not dark yet and, if he hurried, it would still be light out when he made it back to look for Marcel.
Lamarca's looked to be the newest and fanciest inn in the city. Square in shape, with a high-gabled, shingled roof and gothic styling, the whole building was painted white. Plum trees, older than the inn, overflowed the compound’s privacy wall. The open front gate was engraved finely with a dragon flying through clouds. A guard in chainmail posted inside nodded at Joaquim as he passed, but said nothing about the dagger at Joaquim's side.
Inside was a huge common room with marble floor, beautiful wood engravings, and paintings on the walls of famous personages. It was possibly the most ostentatious inn in the city as well...
Post by Ronny Serio on Aug 6, 2014 16:35:36 GMT -6
Joaquim had been around such opulence a few times in his life. He and Marcel had made their way to the High Quarter on occasion, usually to fence something valuable at the High Market. Lamarca's Inn clearly strove to attract that same manner of personage. Such displays always struck him as foolish. To announce loudly that there was so much wealth here, didn't it just invite those ambitious and resourceful enough to come and take it? In the slums, if you had anything of value, you hid it. If word got around, eventually someone bigger than you or with a lot more friends than you was going to claim your prize. That was the way of the world...
Joaquim scanned the common room for the Master, before, assuming the man wasn't present, finding an employee to speak to. He'd explain that he'd been sent from the harbor. That a well-to-do man had arrived on the Blythe today and inadvertently left some possessions behind. He was to inquire at the city's finest inns, starting with this remarkable establishment, and see if anyone matching his description had recently checked in.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 7, 2014 10:18:14 GMT -6
Turn 96 for Joaquim:
Joaquim shuddered when he thought about the High Quarter of the City of Greyhawk. When he saw his first coiled dragon atop a palace's spired roof, like some giant, monstrous lawn ornament on display -- that was one of the first clues that it was time to move away!
The staff at Lamarca's Inn didn't seem to be much interested in talking to Joaquim. "If this man is one of our guests, we'll pass that along," Joaquim was told brusquely.