Post by scottenkainen on May 1, 2015 8:42:42 GMT -6
Day 8/turns 5-6 for Marcel:
The Wealthy District consisted of tree-lined boulevards (all high ground, with ditches on the sides for run-off), acre-sized fenced-in yards, and small manor houses that reminded Marcel of some of the nicer homes in the Artisan's Quarter back in Greyhawk.
And then there was Dieg Manor.
Dieg Manor had a single stone sitting out in front of its wrought iron gates with the words (engraved, but worn half-smooth) 'Dieg Manor' carved into it. There was space right after "Dieg" that looked to have once had an "o" there that was now scratched out.
The gates and their attached fence surrounded a surprisingly small, but overgrown yard. The manor house appeared to be the smallest manor in the city -- a petite two-story structure with attic space. The ground floor was fitted stone, but the upper floor was all wooden -- the whitewash long since having peeled almost entirely off of it. The roof was black slate. The windows were all shuttered and looked dark.
To a less experienced version of Marcel, it might have seemed a simple matter to break in, spend an hour searching the place, and determine if the cult was using it or not. But the Ryemend ruins had taught him that expansive dungeons could be hidden anywhere. And then there was the creepy feeling this place gave Marcel...and the impression that he was being watched.
Yes, Marcel could feel their eyes. Yet he stood his ground in the street outside the manor. Let them watch. And wonder. Maybe if he stood vigil long enough someone would be sent out to deal with him. Alright, maybe standing was a little extreme. The big man sat down on the stone outside the gate, rested his hand on the pommel of his sword and waited.
Post by scottenkainen on May 7, 2015 22:43:19 GMT -6
Day 8/Turn 7 for Marcel:
Marcel waited and watched, but he saw nothing from Dieg Manor. He saw carriages come and go from other manors. He saw servants running out on errands. He saw a small contingent of armed soldiers and archers escorting a carriage. And he noticed how they all purposely avoided looking at Dieg Manor. Not one person looked this way.
It was late afternoon now and whoever or whatever was holed up inside that stupid old house had not yet come to accept his clear challenge.
Post by Ronny Serio on May 7, 2015 23:16:07 GMT -6
Marcel had a stubborn streak in him, no doubt about that. But he was, in the end, a slave to his stomach. And his stomach told him his vigil was complete. He turned his back on the manor, and whoever was watching him from inside, and strode away.
The big man made his way to the Business District, to find an interesting establishment at which to sate his hunger.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 28, 2015 9:40:28 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 16 for Caltaran:
Caltaran was disoriented by the spell and thought he had to run towards the arriving carriage. He almost lost his foe because of this, but turned around in time and chased after the man as he headed away from the carriage.
The chase led to the front gate of what appeared to be an abandoned manor house in the wealthy district. A plaque on the gate read "Dieg Manor". Caltaran's foe ran inside. Caltaran, still incensed by the attack, was determined to follow -- until a man shouted "Stop! Don't!" to him.
Caltaran was being approached by a man in chainmail armor, holding a light crossbow (and a broadsword in scabbard clattering at his hip as the man jogged), coming from the front gate of a neighboring manor. "No one should go in there, if they value their lives!" the man shouted.
Caltaran listened to the man and questioned him. The man was a mercenary guard in the employee of a wealthy merchant, who was fearful of Dieg Manor "though, most of the time, I don't even notice it's there."
The sentry then shooed Caltaran away, who complied -- Caltaran was more interested now in learning why his foe had fled from the guarded carriage. He ran back and listened for the carriage, then followed the sound down a walled (4' high walls) boulevard that emptied onto another estate. The estate was bounded by an 8' high stone wall and entered by a single gate facing the boulevard. Here, he learned from the gate sentries that the carriage belonged to the mayor!
Mayor Harmon was exiting the carriage and asked who was at the gate. He was excited to hear a cleric was his visitor and came over. He was very eager to have a cleric spend the night on his estate and would donate Caltaran's temple 5 gold for his time.
Post by dtspurrier on Jul 28, 2015 10:45:59 GMT -6
Caltaran enters the gate says, "thank you mayor Harmon for your hospitality and I graciously accept your offer for lodging." Walking with the Mayor to his front door he says, "my name is Caltaran Morris Nesmith, Cleric of Heironeous and the man I was after is a cleric who is a worshiper of a foul,evil deity. He ran into Dieg manor and also I believe that Dieg manor is a base of operations for a cult that in the past few weeks has been attacking the town. I am sure you are aware of these attacks but I plan on going in there with hopefully a group of adventurers to stop it. " Waiting for the house guards to part and reading to enter the front door. Caltaran continues, "you have a very nice home sir. "
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 29, 2015 15:09:02 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 17 for Caltaran:
"Thank you, thank you," the mayor said as if he heard compliments like that all the time. The doorman opened the door and they went into the lobby, where another servant offered to take their outer vestments. "Dieg Manor...oh, how I hate hearing that name. My councilors tells me that the matter of Dieg Manor will finally be resolved soon, but it cannot be soon enough for me."
And then the mayor forgot about the subject and excused himself for a moment to give some instructions to his staff, including a female elf warrior who caught Caltaran's eye!
Mayor Harman invited Caltaran into his study. "Do they allow you to drink in the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues? Mind if I pour myself something?" the Mayor asked as he produced silver decanters and goblets. "We'll make some small talk before I retire, eh?"
The Mayor took an interest in hearing more about Caltaran's training and his need to convert someone. "I see, I see, well, I am a devout follower of Zilchus and Cuthbert, but also have a great deal of respect for the teachings of Heironeous. 'Axe and honor', and all that. I'm afraid I wouldn't do as a convert. But -- you know who is incorrigibly intractable on the subject is my chief bodyguard, Sidrifalas -- that lovely elf maid you just saw. She doesn't believe in any gods. If you could convert her, well, that would be a feather in your cap, eh?"
Post by dtspurrier on Jul 29, 2015 21:39:06 GMT -6
Caltaran actually accepts a drink and says "actually we can drink we do so usually in a proper well behaved manor. So getting drunk is usually out of the question. The night after I graduated in becoming an acolyte was a little embarrassing. They of course had me do garden work for a day for my punishment" caltaran then laughs.
Caltaran says "well if it is not too late I would like to meet your bodyguard and at least talk to her and get a chance to know her. "
Caltaran thinks about any knowledge he has about elven deities. He is not native to verbobonc and not sure if there is elven influence in mitrik where caltaran grew up.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 30, 2015 9:30:24 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 18 for Caltaran:
Caltaran's mind wandered back to the old days in Mitrik. Yes, he recalled seeing elves there, but as visitors; the city had no elven influence in its architecture or culture, not like Verbobonc's Dawn Quarter showed.
As for elven deities, Caltaran was aware that elves respected some of those weird nature deities, like Ehlonna and Obad-Hai, but were said to not worship deities like everyone should. This would be a good chance to find out why.
The Mayor gave Caltaran his blessing, so the priest had his audience with Sidrifalas. She was an attentive listener and let Caltaran speak well into the night about the virtues of Heironeous. Finally, she answered:
"As I understand it, humans revere the gods to protect their souls, for the advantage of the placement of their souls in their life after this one. But elves have no souls. We will live here long after your kind, but go nowhere else afterward. What value does praying afford me then?"
It was a tricky question; Caltaran was not used to dealing with demi-humans or church dogma related to them.
Post by dtspurrier on Jul 30, 2015 14:16:06 GMT -6
Caltaran says, "well for starters gods grant us several powers both divine and arcane. Your elven blood which grants you special abilities is from a god. I know elves have an affinity for magic and can learn it quickly and that is from a god. I also pray to my god for protection against opponents and spells that would harm me. I ask for my power to turn away or destroy undead monstrosities that would do innocents harm. Sometimes praying when accomplishing an act of virtue helps clear the mind. In you case since you are a warrior and have combat training praying before battle or as the battle is occurring by asking for a god for power or precision can help you win the fight.These acts are faith and having faith can lead to extraordinary things. I know faith does not always seem to work and some events don't work out the way they should, but sometimes a god has reasons for events to occur because those events/changes can lead to better changes in the future. Also some cases a person is not ready to accomplish this goal. Here is an example, I was captured and wrongfully imprisoned here in town. I encountered a creature called a doppleganger in prison. This creature is a shape changers and can change shape to any humanoid form. In fact I was fighting a duplicate of me. IT defeated me and escaped and caused problems in town. Heironoues did not hear my call to be it in combat, perhaps it was a message that I was not ready. Since then I am training and I plan on finding that creature and defeating it. Well what about you any stories you have that I can show you where faith may have intervened. "
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 31, 2015 8:52:24 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 19 for Caltaran:
"Poor, troubled man!" Sidrifalas said with earnest-sounding empathy and sorrow. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Anyone would have their convictions shaken to the core by such events as these. Of course, I will vow to thee to consider with all seriousness that the gods directly intervene in the daily life of a poor elf maid. Perhaps...perhaps there have been many such interventions in my life of which I am simply not aware, for you see, I remember little of my long days. Some tragic event has blocked my memories..."
Sidrifalas hesitated from fully opening up to Caltaran, even though she found it easy to talk to him. Caltaran did learn that she only remembered the last 38 years, and believed herself to be much older than that (though she only appeared to be 21 by human appearances). There was a ritual many old elves underwent to forget when the weight of memory became too much for them to bear, but others of Olvenkind she spoke to thought her occurrence did not seem like an instance of The Forgetting.
They spoke on this matter, and others, late into the night, when Caltaran was too tired to continue.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 3, 2015 9:56:44 GMT -6
Day 10/turn 1 for Caltaran:
It was the 12th day of the month of Flocktime, and just a week and a half ago Caltaran was a lowly acolyte of the church with no clear path of ascension. Now he was a guest in the mayor's manor house and had to go receive his final instructions on how to finish training to be a curate of the Church.
The mayor did not seek out Caltaran that morning to speak with him, but his staff expressed the mayor's gratitude for him staying the night there. "The mayor felt much safer because of your presence. Please take this pouch of coins with you to the Temple, as his donation to show his appreciation?"
And with that, Caltaran was politely encouraged to leave.
Caltaran thanks the mayor for the hospitality and thanks him for the donation. He says goodbye to the elven maiden bodyguard and tells her if she would like to continue the conversation he tells her where to find him. He then heads back to the church for final instructions.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 4, 2015 11:50:19 GMT -6
Day 10/turn 1a for Caltaran:
Caltaran tried to insist on thanking the mayor personally, but matters quickly escalated beyond his control and some overzealous guards under Sidrifalas' command threw him -- literally -- out the gates. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, Caltaran made his way to the temple.
((Encounter reaction roll: 1; I'll finish Caltaran's turn in the Inner Bailey later today))
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 30, 2015 10:00:03 GMT -6
Day 14, turns 3-5 for Ramon:
Ramon wandered the city for the rest of the day, waiting for the gods to give him something really juicy to sink his teeth into. Emboldened by a tasty dinner at the Bronze Unicorn -- and a little tired of waiting for that something juicy -- he decided to tempt the gods and head to the Wealthy Quarter, where Dieg Manor stood.
Ramon knew of Dieg Manor; he knew that Caltaran was somewhat obsessed with it, and that Vicent had lost his life there. He knew that the Cult of the Flaming Eye was tied up in its history and everyone important in the city seemed to fear that the cult was in there still, but were for some reason afraid to take a direct action like simply burning the place down. Today, Ramon stood outside Dieg Manor, watching the lonely manor, and watching for a sign from the gods that his destiny led here.
However, despite two hours of patrolling around the grounds, Ramon saw no such signs.
He was on his way to leave the District when, a block away, he saw a man in filthy robes sitting on the curb. "Alms for a magic-user, down on his luck?" the man asked as Ramon passed him. "Who me? Oh, they call me Smudge, sir..."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 19, 2015 23:21:22 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 6 for Marcel:
As Marcel finally got Old Ben moving again, and their route took them south into the Wealthy District, Marcel began to suspect where they might be heading.
And he turned out to be right.
They were standing on a side street, looking at the north side of Dieg Manor.
"There's a nice shady spot under that tree I was using," Old Ben said. "It can be so hot during the day out here, you know. But that was before, when I could sit this close during the day. Now they come out during the day sometimes, not just at night."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 24, 2015 9:08:49 GMT -6
This was not what Marcel had been expecting, but he wasn't shocked to learn that the Coachman had Old Ben staking out Dieg Manor. But to what end? Just keep tabs on things? Or was he involved somehow? And if so, on what side? Many questions, none of which he expected Old Ben to answer.
"Ben, you said the people inside here were going on a journey. Can you show me where they went?"
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 12, 2016 19:12:31 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 27 for Ximo:
Ximo the Humble had staged his escape from the Silver Consortium with Jaggers. Bells had been rung (or an auditory illusion of bells, perhaps, since the building had no visible bell tower), the front lawn had filled with a sickly green gas after his passing through the front gate, and even the gargoyle at the front gate had seemed to take a swipe at him as they left.
"Come," Jaggers had said as they ran through the streets that evening. "Our only chance of being accepted back into the cult will be to go straight to their leaders and throw myself on their mercy."
The lonely, decrepit mansion stood towards the back of the wealthy district, a sore spot festering in the midst of the city's finest residences. The cobbled walk up to the door was barely visible through a tangle of sickly weeds. Dead bushes and trees stood all around the building.
The front door of the two-story mansion was on a 20' wide step flanked by two 20' projections of the front wall.
"Here we are," Jaggers said, sounding nervous. "When last I was here, I was brought in through the front door. Sir Therkle was already there."
"Alright, Jaggers. If this is the place then let's do this. Remember, I'm just as fed up with the powers in this town and want to tear them down. Whatever comes after I'll take what I can get."
Ximo hoped that the fact that he had been mostly faking it his whole short career in Verbobonc would help him make it through this mission. He was not sure what the exit strategy was or even what he was looking for. But this seemed like the surest bid to get the Consortium and the rest of the city fathers to reward him handsomely. And if things looked to be going the Cult's way, well maybe he would stay a Cultist.
"Uh, before we go in there, does everyone have to worship the Cult's god to be in the Cult?"
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 14, 2016 8:24:02 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 27a for Ximo:
"Oh no," Jaggers answered enthusiastically. "I was never interested in religion, you see. The nice thing about the Flaming Eye is that they don't bother with a lot of that 'god' business. You don't even get to know which gods you're worshiping until you're in the inner circle."
They stepped up to the front door. Jaggers knocked. He knocked again. Three minutes passed. "Maybe no one's home...?" he asked.
Jaggers tried the front door and found it was not locked. He looked at Ximo, then started to push it open.
"Perhaps an alarm? But let's be careful. I do not know this building, you go first. I'm right behind you," Ximo said.
Ximo had his staff firmly held in both hands and waited for Jaggers to cross the threshold before following him in. He ducked a bit to make sure the shorter gnome gave him maximum cover from whatever might be within.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 20, 2016 18:36:55 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 27m rd. 1 for Ximo:
The front door opened onto a 20' wide, 10' long entry hall. There was dusty tile on the floor, cobwebs hanging from a mural-decorated ceiling, and wainscotting on the walls. An unlit chandelier hung on a short chain from the 10' tall ceiling. There was a door in the north wall (to the right), and a shuttered window directly across from the entrance.
The screaming was dying away now, but Jaggers and Ximo walked into a room with a skeleton standing there in leather armor, holding a shield and short sword. It moved to attack!
"We serve the Flaming Eye!" Jaggers shouted, and the skeleton stopped short of reaching them, its sword raised as if to strike.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 22, 2016 10:07:17 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 27 rd. 2 for Ximo:
"Well, I--" Jaggers began to say.
The door to the north flung open. Three men in chainmail, helms, with sword and shields stood behind the door and lantern light could be seen behind them (and off to the left). "Throw down your weapons! Keep your hands out where we can see them!" Speak no magical phrases! Common Tongue only!" one of them barked.